Her name was Beth Greene, and she was
invisible.
At least to the social studies teacher she was.
Plenty of other students at Eastonville High saw her, most of them boys. She
had more friends than she could count, but none of that mattered to Beth. All
she cared about was one man in particular, and that was Mr. Daryl Dixon.
Unlike a lot of teachers, Mr. Dixon was liked
by all of his students. He didn’t fit the mold at all. He kept his hair just short
enough to fit regulations, but somehow he managed to wear slacks, sweaters, and
ties with a rock god feel. He was funny when he wanted to be, serious when he
had to be, and sexy every second of the day. Damn near every girl in the school had
a crush on him, and every female teacher claimed to have done him at least
once. Beth didn’t know if those women were lying, but she thought perhaps they
were being less than honest. He just radiated cool. Nobody disrespected Mr.
Dixon, and it wasn’t out of fear. He was respected. Riding a
Harley Davidson to school didn’t hurt his rep, that was for sure.
This was the last day of school. This was the
last time Beth would get to sit in his class and stare into his soulful eyes. There
would be no more unnecessary tutoring sessions that she claimed she needed with
him. She’d passed with an A, as she had most of her other classes.
There would be no more seeing his face just before school let
out. His was the last class of the day and it had been her favorite. Every
girl who had him as a teacher mourned having to move on to summer, or to college, Beth
included.
“I know there’s been some concern about the
strange viral outbreak in New York,” Mr. Dixon said. “The rumors of people
getting up from the dead to try to eat the living are probably just that,
rumors. Just to be on the safe side, though, keep up with current news, keep up
with the current reports from the CDC. Be safe, and good luck on your futures.
I know you’ll do well in college and go on to be great successes.”
The students wished him well and filed out.
Beth intended to go with her friend Maisie Hamilton to their lockers so they could ride back to her house to cry
and drown themselves in chocolate ice cream. They were, after all, two of Mr.
Dixon’s biggest admirers.
“Miss Greene, could you hold on a second?”
Beth came up short, surprised by Mr. Dixon’s
request to hang back. “Wait by the lockers for me,” she said to Maisie. When
her friend was gone, Beth stood beside the door with Mr. Dixon and waited until
the last student was gone.
He nodded his head toward the corner of the
classroom where he kept his desk. That had always been a sore point of
contention for her, since it was impossible to sneak a peak of him from the
hallway with his desk tucked away in the corner.
“Something wrong, Mr. Dixon?”
“You’re no longer a student. You can call me
Daryl.”
“Call me Beth, then,” she said, smiling.
He sat on his desk and crossed his arms over
his chest. He had great arms. Even though he always wore long sleeves, Beth had
no doubt they looked better bare than they did covered with a sweater. He looked
nervous, which was different. He was always so confident, so cool and
collected.
“Listen, Beth, I don’t want to upset you or say
anything that will make you think less of me as a teacher, or a man, but…”
She smiled, wondering what on earth he could be
talking about, when he took a big breath and continued.
“I started to notice you when you came back for
senior year,” he said.
“Notice me?”
“As a woman, not a student,” he said, and
looked into her eyes. He held her gaze until it hit her what he was saying.
Oh, my God. Oh, my god! She thought. She kept
her smile slight, tried to hide the excitement bubbling in her belly. This was
the dream of every student who’d ever had a crush on a hot teacher, to discover they
felt the same. Only now, in her case, it was coming true.
“I noticed you too,” she said. “I'll let you in on a little secret: I never needed tutoring. I just said that to be alone with you.”
He nodded. “I know.”
He smiled and allowed his eyes to roam
over her from head to foot. She felt the heat of his gaze over every inch of
her body and she felt, literally, as though her knees were turning to jelly.
She dropped her heavy book bag, all thoughts of cleaning out her locker
forgotten as butterflies fluttered in her belly.
“You’re only eighteen, and I know a lot of
people wouldn’t approve because of our age difference, but I think you're old enough to decide what you want. I wondered if you’d like to come over to my place
for dinner tonight.”
“Is dinner all you had in mind?”
His mischievous smile mirrored hers. “Let's just say steak isn't all I planned to eat.”
God, she thought, feeling her insides quiver at the thought of his lips on her.
She was breathless when she said, “Do we have to wait for dinner? Not that I don’t
want to come to your house but…” she inched closer to him, and he surprised her
by hooking a finger in the front of her jeans and pulling her closer. She
straddled him and pressed her aching clit against the bulge in his slacks.
“You want it here?” he said.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought
about you doing me on this desk.”
“Probably not half as many times as I’ve
thought about it,” he said, his voice low and gruff with lust.
No building emptied out as quickly as a school,
especially on the last day. Mr. Dixon’s room was on the second floor, so the likelihood of prying eyes was slim, but the
door wasn’t locked. He reluctantly left her long enough to slip the lock in
place and then return to her.
Every step he took toward Beth made her wetter.
She pulled her shirt off and flung it to the side before opening her legs to
give him room to nestle between them. He unhooked her bra, pulled it off, and
then carelessly threw it behind him so that it landed on one of the desks. His
hands traveled up and down her arms and then over her back as he leaned in for
the first kiss. His hands traveled all over her, stroking lightly, driving her
insane with need.
Clothes came off. Beth found she was right--he
had awesome arms rippled with well defined muscles, as was his chest and his
flat stomach. He lay her back on his desk and lay a trail of blazing hot kisses
down her belly until he reached her womanhood. He circled her most sensitive
spot with his tongue before gently suckling, making her whimper and gasp. He
gently rolled her hardened nipples, sending soft ripples of pleasure through
her core. Part of her mind was aware that there could be other teachers still
in the building, or lagging students, and if they got caught…
Beth urged Daryl up. She slipped off the desk,
desperate to take him into her mouth and taste him. She sank to her knees and
ran her tongue over the head of his cock before gripping the base of his shaft
and working him with hand and mouth.
“Oh, fuck, Beth…” he whispered.
She wanted to keep going until he came, so she
could drink him down, but he had other plans. He pulled her to her feet, set
her back on the desk, and lay her down. She put her legs over his shoulders and
felt him slide slowly into her wet heat. He was gentle, but feeling no
resistance, knowing this wasn’t her first time, he allowed his body to thrust
with all the wild abandon it longed for.
When it was over, when they were dressed, Beth
grabbed her book bag. She exchanged numbers with Mr. Dixon, and then headed for
the door.
“I hope you’ll call,” he said.
She could tell by the look in his eyes that he
meant it. He was really into her, and she had no intentions of letting what
happened between them that day be a one-time thing.
“Believe me, I will. You’ll see me again,
Daryl.”
Beth left the room to clean out her locker. She
found Maisie sitting on the floor in the corridor, waiting impatiently.
“God, what did he want?” she asked, a little
annoyed at having been kept waiting.
Beth grinned and opened her locker for the last
time. She shrugged and began loading up her bag. “Oh, you know, he just wanted to give me some advice about college.”
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