Teach Her: A forbidden Professor and Student romance (School of Seduction Book 2) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Epilogue

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Epilogue

  FATE

  STALK GISELE

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  TEACH HER

  School of Seduction

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  GISELE ST.CLAIRE

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  Copyright © 2017 By: Gisele St.Claire

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  Chapter 1

  Meredith

  Being a professor got real stressful at times and that was why sometimes, if we stayed late preparing lesson plans or marking, myself and Marcus Wilson would give each other a helping hand to release some of the tension. We weren’t fuck buddies - it had never gone that far - we were come buddies.

  It had begun the middle of last year. A day that had been extraordinarily hot, and I had had fractious and short-tempered students being smart asses the whole day. It was a problem I expected to address only at the beginning of a semester. The grad students were at least eighteen years old, and at twenty-five I wasn’t that much their senior. But, senior I was, and I had made sure they had learned that pretty damn quick. For the most part students were respectful, but you always had the odd one who had had a bad day or was struggling with life at that particular time. The day we became come buddies, a student had walked out of class, after giving me a heap of abuse and I was still new to that kinda confrontation. The stress, added to a shitload of work I had to finish and prepare, meant I had ended up in the staff room determined that I was not getting behind the wheel until I had calmed myself the fuck down. My peers had come and gone until there was only myself and Marcus left. We had gotten along pretty well from the get go and maybe I would have dated him if either I had a) wanted a relationship, or b) it hadn’t been against the school’s policies. He was cute in an Orlando Bloom kind of way: sexy but with a young and fresh face, freckles, and a smile that quirked the corner of his lip.

  “You look like you need vodka.” He had told me, taking a hip flask from his laptop bag and handing it over.

  “That transparent, huh?” I had replied. “I have been in here for two hours now, trying to get caught up on things and attempting to calm myself down.”

  He had lightly stroked my forearm. “I heard about the face-off with Fleishman.”

  A heavy sigh had left my mouth. “I’m trying to forget about it.”

  He had sat on the couch at the side of me and put an arm around me. “Come here, let Prof. Wilson give you one of his amazing hugs.”

  Despite the heat I had snuggled up into his arms. It had been exactly what I had needed. Just to know that someone else gave a damn that my day had been the pits. However, after a few minutes it was clear that we were both too hot.

  “Thanks, but I am going to pass out if I stay next to your shirt any longer.” I smiled.

  “Well, I could always take it off,” he had said.

  “I don’t want a relationship.”

  “Neither do I. Why don’t we just give each other a helping hand, or tongue,” he had winked. “Get rid of some of that stress.”

  The day had sucked and so I had thought fuck it. I had not dated anyone for over a year due to a bad break up and the thought of enjoying myself with no baggage had sounded fine to me.

  So that’s when it had started - the helping hand.

  We had ended up back here today. Back in the staff room on the very last day of term and Marcus was leaving. Everyone had gone, and it was just the two of us.

  “So, what do you think?” He said to me, “Go big, or go home?”

  I unbuttoned my blouse, revealing the white lacy bra I wore underneath.

  “Well, it’s you, so I would say it’s most definitely go big.”

  Marcus had a nine-inch cock. It was larger than any cock I had ever seen before. I had become practiced in the art of jacking him off with my hands and my mouth, but today, our very last time together, we were going for the grand finale and I could not wait. It had been so long since I had ridden any cock, never mind one that I fully expected to give me a good time. Plus, the thought of someone walking in on us since we had started doing this, made my juices flow and now we were going to fuck, I was in danger of flooding the school.

  He stripped out of all his clothes and then grabbed my hips and brought me over to the couch where he sat me down. Kneeling at my feet he pulled my thong down my thighs, calves and off, leaving them bunched at the side of him then he moved my thighs apart. My pussy was swollen and ready to accept the tongue that knew exactly how to bring me off. His mouth fastened on my bud sucking eagerly and he pushed two fingers inside my soaking wet heat.

  “Oh my God. Yes.”

  Within a minute I had to hold his head with my hands as I tried to push my core closer to his mouth. My cream dripped down his face as I exploded against his lips.

  We paused for a moment as he allowed me the time to recover from my shudders.

  Changing position, I took him in my mouth. I was still so horny my juices ran down my legs and dripped onto the floor. Marcus groaned as I sucked him right to the back of my throat, but because this time things were to end differently, I kept stopping when I felt him get too eager, so he didn’t cum in my mouth.

  “Ready?” He asked me.

  “Yes.”

  He unwrapped a condom and placed it on his cock and then I moved so I sat astride him, my knees tucked either side of the couch. He lined himself up with my entrance and I lowered myself onto him slowly, using a hand resting on his chest to steady myself. I could feel his girth slowly sinking inside my walls, filling me up inch by glorious inch and I couldn’t help but make noises. I loved to talk dirty too.

  “Oh fuck. Why didn’t we do this sooner? Oh my, your cock is so huge. It’s filling me right up.”

  Marcus’ hands gripped my hips harder. He didn’t speak, instead he showed me with his actions that he was enjoying himself.

  As I began to raise and then lower myself on his shaft, he moved his hands around to my breasts, leaning over to capture a nipple in his mouth which he then sucked on.

  “Ooooooohhhh.”

  I felt myself building towards completion once more. Marcus abandoned my nipple as he concentrated more on the rhythm of his thrusts. Though he quic
kened his pace, he remained quite gentle though and to be honest I wanted him to fuck me hard, so I told him so.

  He thrust a little harder but I could tell it wasn’t his thing and he returned to giving me a slow and steady fucking. I needed more and so while he thrust inside me I reached down and played with my own clit until I felt the tremors of my come begin. I quivered around his cock, milking it, as he reached his own climax with an, “Oh god,” of his own. He pulled me in close to him and we stayed there, joined together, bodies close until we got our breath back. Then he looked up at me.

  “Goodbye, Prof. Butler. It’s been a pleasure.”

  “It certainly has.” I peeled myself off his body and laid back against the couch. “What am I going to do for stress relief now?” I laughed.

  “Looks like you’ll have to discover wine.”

  He knew I didn’t drink much though he didn’t know why.

  “Maybe.”

  “It’s a shame I’m moving so far away.” He said. “We could still have met up.”

  “I’ll have to bring a battery-operated boyfriend with me to school along with my laptop,” I winked. “And seeing as I have one that looks exactly like a lipstick, I’ll have to make sure not to reapply in front of the students, just in case I take out the wrong one.”

  We cleaned up both ourselves and the surrounding area. The couch was leather and the floor lino so we never left behind any trace of where we’d been. When we had been in the room together during the day, we had often watched another Professor take a seat on ‘our’ couch and a knowing look would pass between us. It gave everything an extra thrill.

  “So, what are you doing over the break then? You know I’m relocating. What are your plans?”

  “I’m going to hit the gym hard.” I said. “I’ve wimped out so many times after classes because of being exhausted. It’s time to get my fitness back up to its prior levels. Other than that, not a lot. I intend to visit my family for as short a time as I can get away with and hit the beach to get a golden glow.”

  He leaned over and kissed my cheek.

  “No. We can’t leave it like that.” I told him and I placed my hands at the back of his head and brought his lips to mine. We had never kissed on the mouth. Intimate kisses of private areas but never our mouths. The kiss was long, tender and a proper goodbye.

  He left. I watched him go and then I sat back on the sofa for a while, so that we didn’t leave together. It was something Marcus had always insisted on. I didn’t give a damn if the janitor saw us walk out together. They could assume what they liked, there was no proof. We kept that staff room door locked and our couch was at the very far end of the room so no one would ever hear anything. It had great soundproofing anyhow as no Professor wanted a student to overhear a private conversation. It had been the perfect place to let go and seek pleasure. But next semester wouldn’t be the same.

  Try as I might though, I couldn’t conjure up any real feelings for Marcus. He really had been a means to an end. Like a real-life dildo. I felt guilty about my feelings but it was for the best that while I had enjoyed our make-outs, I had developed nothing in the way of a crush and had never wanted to take it further. He was now gone and my sex life had left with him, but if I missed anything, it would be our friendship.

  The break passed, and I had indeed got myself back to the gym. My body had toned enough that I felt happy wearing my tiniest gym shorts and a crop top. My arms and thighs were well defined now and my abs had a six pack I was immensely proud of. I made a promise to myself that no matter how stressful school got when I returned, I would maintain a fitness regime to keep myself toned. Maybe I wouldn’t be able to maintain the athletic figure I had right now, but I felt so much better in myself when I was fitter and so the gym and the pool needed to become part of my own curriculum. I was so busy daydreaming, I stumbled on the treadmill and felt myself falling, only to be caught by a well-toned pair of arms.

  “Fuck. Thanks so much.” I told the owner of them as I rubbed the back of my neck. “I let my concentration go. Stupid of me. I think that’s a sign I need to stop and get some water.”

  “Stand there. I’ll get you a drink.” The guy said, and I watched as he walked away.

  He was of medium build, around six feet tall and had almost jet black hair that was a little grown out. I guessed you’d call it shaggy. His eyes had been the most piercing blue and chiseled cheekbones and a full pout made him look like some kind of model. I guessed that’s exactly what he was, plenty of models frequented my gym. They sold photos to independent authors to use as their cover pictures on books, and our gym owner, Macy, an obsessive reader, liked to frame the covers and put them up on walls around the gym. Hell, I had no objections! It was better than staring at my own sweaty body while I exercised. I’d chatted to a few of the models, some were lovely and down to earth while others thought they were God’s gift to men and women, but I’d never seen this guy before so I presumed he was a new one.

  He walked back over and held out the drink to me. I stared at him a little more while trying not to be too obvious about it.

  “Thanks.” I said as I reached for the paper cup of water. I drank it down greedily.

  “Nice tat,” He said to me when I’d finished and could speak again. He nodded towards my upper hip. Visible above my gym shorts was a tattoo of an egg timer, the sand was part pouring out. The timer was black and the sand purple and aqua blue. It was only small, but I’d had it done at the beginning of the summer break to remind me that life carried on whether I was being present in my life or not. I had done a lot of thinking and looking inward during vacation time and had vowed to open myself up to new opportunities. I had been scared to get into another relationship, having found the heartbreak of before so soul destroying, but Marcus had helped me see that I wanted more. Maybe not a relationship still; I remained cautious after my break-up with Chad, but I wanted my heart to thump faster and I liked things on the dirtier side of the spectrum. I had wanted Marcus to pound me hard on our onetime fuck. As a full-on lover, he wouldn’t have been enough. I also liked the danger that we could have been caught. I wondered how people found lovers who could give them what they wanted and whether it just came from a relationship developing over time. My big break up relationship had contained perfectly adequate sex, but we were both new to relationships, we had met at high school and neither of us had been confident to ask for what we wanted. Still, I had loved Chad, and it had killed me inside when we’d broken up after six years together.

  “Perhaps I would have been better grabbing you an espresso?” the guy stated, and I realized I had completely zoned out on him.

  “Jeez, I’m so sorry. I really don’t feel quite myself today.” I looked down at my tat. “It’s there to remind me that life is short and to enjoy myself,” I told him.

  “I wholeheartedly agree.” He replied. “But today I think you should call it a day and head home and grab some sleep. Start the whole making most of life mantra tomorrow.”

  I laughed. “Yes, you’re right. I’m going to get showered under very cold water, grab a coffee - though I’ll make it a latte rather than espresso - and then I’m gonna head on home to sunbathe on the deck in the shade, where I may just fall asleep. Thank you once again for coming to my rescue.” I held up my empty paper cup, “and for the water.”

  “No problem,” He said. Those blue eyes twinkled when he smiled and revealed perfect, white teeth. He held out a hand, “Garrett.”

  “I’m Meredith.” I told him. Then I decided to brazen it out.

  “Are you one of the cover models?” I asked him.

  He shook his head and laughed. “No. I’m nothing special. Just here to make the most of what God gave me and keep it healthy, you know?”

  “Totally. My summer has been devoted to it. Well, that and catching up on trash TV, but I don’t usually admit to that. Anyway, enough of my chatting. I ramble on when I first meet someone, I think it’s nerves. See you around.” I told him and then I l
eft, moving as quickly as I could. I felt rather stupid that I had asked if he was a model now. He probably thought I was some kind of groupie, jeez. That would not do. I would have to work on potential topics of conversation that didn’t make me out to be some complete brainless airhead. What was it I had said? That I wanted to catch up on reality TV. Dear God. The guy had looked a little younger than me and yet he had seemed so much more mature in the confidence that had oozed from him and how he had handled himself. I seriously could do with some pointers. Maybe for now though I would just change the time I went to the gym slightly, so I could avoid embarrassing myself again for the last week of the break.

  Chapter 2

  Meredith

  I returned to my small studio apartment in Brooklyn. I had taken over the tenancy from a High School teacher called Parker just after school was out for the summer. He had been giving up teaching he’d told me, instead he would work for his father’s publishing company. He was also getting married. I had to admit I had experienced feelings of jealousy that he and his fiancée were buying a large new home while I was taking over their old, small apartment, but it was within my budget from my professor’s salary and I was thankful I had seen the rental ad almost the minute it had appeared on a teaching forum I belonged to on the internet for all teachers and professors in the New York vicinity.

  There was room in the corner for a queen-sized bed; in another corner, there was a small kitchenette, and nearby further room for a small dining table and chairs. That was the set-up Parker had had. There was a separate bathroom off to the rear. I had brought my queen-sized bed from the old apartment I had shared with Tana, a fellow professor at school. She had fallen in love and gotten married, so I had needed to find myself somewhere else to live. I had decided I had had enough of sharing my space and that even if it was smaller; I wanted a place of my own, one where I did not have to hear an engaged couple having noisy sex almost every night. Where Parker had had his table and chairs, I put a desk. I could eat with my plate balanced on my lap, but also there was a small piece of counter top in the kitchen area that I could buy a stool for. I wanted somewhere to put all my academia, so the desk won.