Lydia’s POV
Twenty hours had passed since the incident between me and Mr. Derek. The blood in my veins was turning cold. What if he had taken the video to Mrs. Beatrice? What then?
How was I going to prove myself innocent now that there was evidence that could be used against me? I had so many questions. Throughout my entire stay in class, I struggled to swallow down a beating heart.
When classes were over, I tried to avoid everyone including Emily and her entourage who were patiently waiting for me to approach them so I simply took another path home.
Forty eight hours passed, then seventy two hours yet nothing. The fear of getting called out killed me faster than the guilt. It has been three days and I have yet to get any call from the principal.
Mr. Derek and I haven’t set eyes on each other in those three days as I always missed his classes on purpose.
I came to the realization that Mr. Derek didn’t tell the principal about what I had done. Maybe he accepted my offer? I was glad he did but what was I about to do to myself? In an attempt to clear my name, I was about to prove their accusations correct.
It was Thursday morning, I finally gathered enough courage to attend English class.
When I got in, Mr. Derek was already in class. I was only a minute late. I expected a reaction from him. A scold, a question, anything but I got nothing.
Like nothing ever happened between the two of us, the class ended. His pretense and nonchalant attitude towards the whole issue found a way to leave me in suspense of what was coming next.
When the class was over and everyone left, I waited behind to have a talk with him. I approached Him while he was sorting his books.
“Sir”
“The class is over Lydia.” he replied me with an hostile voice
“I know, I just wanted to say thank you.”
“For what?” He asked unbothered
"For not telling madam……" Just before I called her name, we both heard the door open and my heart skipped a beat.
“There you are Derek.” She said with a sweet smile as she approached the both of us.
“Am I interrupting something?” She asked taking a quick glance at me.
“Of course not” Mr. Derek replied.
I was about to excuse them when Mrs. Beatrice told Mr. Derek that she was about to leave for an important appointment and she was leaving the responsibility of locking up after school to him.
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4:30 pm, the school was empty. The only people left were me and Mr. Derek who wasn’t even aware I was there. I didn’t know what I was doing or why I was doing it but I wanted to. When I confirmed that everyone had gone home,I braced myself and went to his office. I took a deep breath, knocked on his door and opened up without waiting for an answer.
Mr. Derek was surprised to see me.
“What are you doing here? You are not meant to be here by this time.”
I didn’t say a word to him. I kept moving closer and closer to him.
“I’m talking to you Lydia.”
“Thank you.” I said softly and took off my shirt which I was already unbuttoning. My breast sprung out in front of him. I was left with only my skirt and my shoes. Mr. Derek was stunned.
“I promised to give myself to you.” I said, standing in front of him so close that my breast was almost touching his chest.
“Lydia….. I shut Mr. Derek up with a deep passionate kiss. Derek pulled me away aggressively. I could tell he wanted me too but his fear of what was wrong and right took over.
“Don’t stop yourself.” I whispered.
Mr. Derek carefully brushed his thumb on my lips. The next minute, Mr. Derek and I were sucking and licking each other's lips. Derek’s long thirst was finally quenched.
Lydia’s POVI jumped on him, my straight long legs wrapped around his waist while my full soft breasts rested on his rock hard chest.“Oh! Mr. Derek was good with his tongue. His soothing touch managed to erase my anxiety in the twinkling of an eye. I was still wrapped around his waist when he pinned me to the wall. His hands moved up and down my neck. It was barely two minutes but I could already feel myself getting wet. We moved away from the wall to his desk.Mr. Derek had barely dropped me when I kissed him again. His soft lips were my favorite part of his body. I tightened my grip around his waist, making sure there was no escape. I began to unbutton his shirt without breaking the bond.His hands were moving all around my body. My soft buttock, my tiny waist, my full round breasts which he kept on squeezing and pinching skillfully. When I had finished undressing him, he raised me up again and carried me to the couch inhis office. He placed me on the couch and lifted her skirt u
Lydia’s POVAfter we were done, Mr. Derek reached for the handkerchief on his desk. The same one that had been there the whole time. Taking it, he used it wiped the creamy liquid on my stomach then proceed to wipe in between my thighs where I was still soaked from our previous session. His touch was gentle as he wiped it carefully and cleaned me up. As he brushed the soft fabric against my folds moving it gently, his fingers moved along with the handkerchief, teasing me while tracing over my swollen clit. Without thinking, I spread open my thighs giving him full access. Breathless moans escaped my lips as he kept torturing me with his fingers. I want more.Mr. Derek chuckled, the deep vibration of his voice making the hair on my skin stand on edge. "You are still so wet, Lydia."Gradually, his fingers replaced the cloth and I felt the slow movement of his fingertips through my wetness. He spread my folds open, then he start moving his fingers up and down my clit, making sure I felt e
Lydia's POVI came home a stranger in my own skin. The house was dark as I sneaked in through the backdoor. Thankfully, Mom was already in bed and I don't have to explain anything. Carefully, I tiptoed to my bedroom determined not to wake her, my legs trembling with every step, as I felt a sharp pain between my legs where Mr. Derek had been touched me. My skirt rubbed against my hips, and I could still feel where he had held me tightly. I dropped my bag on the floor next to the stairs and smelled his sweat and cologne on my sweatshirt. My heart jumped. I crossed it. I have crossed that line, and there was no going back.I collapsed on the edge of the bed in my room, too stressed out to shift. The cool, crisp sheets against my overheated skin felt strange after being close to his warm body. Memories came flooding back, and I felt overwhelmed.The way his tongue had played with me down there, the way I was writhing under him as I begged him to fuck me, how he growled as he forced into
Derek's POVSex with Lydia was so fucking good.I slumped in my office chair, the air still thick with her scent, her warmth, the sound of her moans hanging in the air. My shirt was still undone, draped open, and my heart kept pounding very hard in my chest.She left half an hour ago, looking nervously over her shoulder before disappearing down the corridor. And yet, I could still feel her, sticking to my skin like a stain.The sofa was messy, with cushions out of place and a small damp spot where we had done the deal. My hands curled into fists on my thigh. The memory of her sprawled under me, legs apart, mouth open, her voice husky when she called my name made me feel a surge of heat in my lower abdomen. I should have been horrified. I should have been disgusted with myself for taking my student like that, for fucking her so hard that she whimpered into my neck, for leaving her sore and trembling.But I wasn't.I leaned back in my chair, raking a slow hand through my hair. If anythi
Lydia's POVI struggled to make it to English class, I was tired and my body was heavy with all those twisted emotions. The hallway was full of voices of people talking, laughter, and the closing of their lockers but it turned into noise as I made my way to Room 204.My hands tightened around the strap of my bag, knuckles aching. My skirt rubbed against the sore spots on my hips, reminding me of how his hands pinned me down and the marks he had left on me. Under my sweatshirt, my skin felt too warm, like my body still remembered the shape of him, the way he pushed me back into that couch and took me slowly, piece by piece.I didn't sleep.I rolled and turned till dawn, sheets tangled around my ankles, the scent of him still held tightly in the handkerchief that I stole like some lovesick fool. I dreamt of how he groaned against me, how he said my name in that guttural tone, how he kissed me like he can't get enough.Now I had to sit across from him for fifty minutes and act. Act like
Lydia's POVI got to Mr. Hales office at around 6:05 p.m, my heart pounding like a crazed, wild drum against my ribcage. The school was empty and quiet except for the distant sound of a vending machine down the corridor. I slid the door shut behind me, heart thudding when the lock clicked into place.He was already waiting leaning against his desk, his tie loose, sleeves rolled up high on his forearms, every inch of him screaming sin and when his eyes met mine, my knees almost gave out."Lock it." His voice was low and firm.I obeyed without thinking, clicking the deadbolt into place. Night two of our deal. My thighs clenched as I recalled all that happened last night. The marks he left on my skin and the ache I still felt between my legs.I took time dressing up for him tonight and I ended up choosing a tight black skirt, slutty short, barely covering the marks on my body, along with a thin sweater that clung tightly to my body. My lips shone cherry red, looking sweet and inviting.H
Lydia's POVI stood quietly in front of my locker trying to recall where I had kept my English language textbook when suddenly I heard a loud thud on my locker door. I was frightened but yes, I was also used to it.“Nerdy bitch” Chloe said to me rolling her eyes and walking away like she didn’t just almost give me a heart attack. I simply ignored and picked out the textbook that was hiding behind my Romance novel.Oh how I loved the sweet impossible imagination of having a lover. I picked it up, and headed for class.Mr. Derek’s class was one of my favorites. Aside from the fact that I loved his style of teaching, I loved staring at his amazing physique. I sometimes catch myself dreaming of my petite self wrapped up in his arms.Who wouldn’t? His broad shoulders,his rock hard chest, I could tell even without touching, his chiseled beard and earth swirling scent I wish I had. Everything about him reminded me of my favorite male lead character from my all time Romance book “Make Me You
Lydia’s POVI woke up to the first bang on my bedroom door.Lydia! Lydia! My mom called out my name. I slipped out of my bed with weary eyes. The dark undereye I had was enough to let anyone know about my sleepless night. My face was swollen and my head was aching. After what Emily did to me the previous day, I was bound to feel that way.“I’m coming.” I said softly, searching for my slippers with my eyes half opened. I finally found it, walked up to the door and twisted the knob. My mother gave me no chance to let her in. She barged in herself.“What is the meaning of this?” She questioned me with an aggressive tone. Her tone immediately pulled me out of my sleep.“Mom?”“What is the meaning of this Lydia?” She showed me her phone and behold it was the video Chloe and Alexa had recorded of me in the bathroom with the tag “Slut exposed by student for sleeping around for grades'' written under it.My jaw dropped in disbelief. I stared at the phone with quivering lips and teary eyes. Th
Lydia's POVI got to Mr. Hales office at around 6:05 p.m, my heart pounding like a crazed, wild drum against my ribcage. The school was empty and quiet except for the distant sound of a vending machine down the corridor. I slid the door shut behind me, heart thudding when the lock clicked into place.He was already waiting leaning against his desk, his tie loose, sleeves rolled up high on his forearms, every inch of him screaming sin and when his eyes met mine, my knees almost gave out."Lock it." His voice was low and firm.I obeyed without thinking, clicking the deadbolt into place. Night two of our deal. My thighs clenched as I recalled all that happened last night. The marks he left on my skin and the ache I still felt between my legs.I took time dressing up for him tonight and I ended up choosing a tight black skirt, slutty short, barely covering the marks on my body, along with a thin sweater that clung tightly to my body. My lips shone cherry red, looking sweet and inviting.H
Lydia's POVI struggled to make it to English class, I was tired and my body was heavy with all those twisted emotions. The hallway was full of voices of people talking, laughter, and the closing of their lockers but it turned into noise as I made my way to Room 204.My hands tightened around the strap of my bag, knuckles aching. My skirt rubbed against the sore spots on my hips, reminding me of how his hands pinned me down and the marks he had left on me. Under my sweatshirt, my skin felt too warm, like my body still remembered the shape of him, the way he pushed me back into that couch and took me slowly, piece by piece.I didn't sleep.I rolled and turned till dawn, sheets tangled around my ankles, the scent of him still held tightly in the handkerchief that I stole like some lovesick fool. I dreamt of how he groaned against me, how he said my name in that guttural tone, how he kissed me like he can't get enough.Now I had to sit across from him for fifty minutes and act. Act like
Derek's POVSex with Lydia was so fucking good.I slumped in my office chair, the air still thick with her scent, her warmth, the sound of her moans hanging in the air. My shirt was still undone, draped open, and my heart kept pounding very hard in my chest.She left half an hour ago, looking nervously over her shoulder before disappearing down the corridor. And yet, I could still feel her, sticking to my skin like a stain.The sofa was messy, with cushions out of place and a small damp spot where we had done the deal. My hands curled into fists on my thigh. The memory of her sprawled under me, legs apart, mouth open, her voice husky when she called my name made me feel a surge of heat in my lower abdomen. I should have been horrified. I should have been disgusted with myself for taking my student like that, for fucking her so hard that she whimpered into my neck, for leaving her sore and trembling.But I wasn't.I leaned back in my chair, raking a slow hand through my hair. If anythi
Lydia's POVI came home a stranger in my own skin. The house was dark as I sneaked in through the backdoor. Thankfully, Mom was already in bed and I don't have to explain anything. Carefully, I tiptoed to my bedroom determined not to wake her, my legs trembling with every step, as I felt a sharp pain between my legs where Mr. Derek had been touched me. My skirt rubbed against my hips, and I could still feel where he had held me tightly. I dropped my bag on the floor next to the stairs and smelled his sweat and cologne on my sweatshirt. My heart jumped. I crossed it. I have crossed that line, and there was no going back.I collapsed on the edge of the bed in my room, too stressed out to shift. The cool, crisp sheets against my overheated skin felt strange after being close to his warm body. Memories came flooding back, and I felt overwhelmed.The way his tongue had played with me down there, the way I was writhing under him as I begged him to fuck me, how he growled as he forced into
Lydia’s POVAfter we were done, Mr. Derek reached for the handkerchief on his desk. The same one that had been there the whole time. Taking it, he used it wiped the creamy liquid on my stomach then proceed to wipe in between my thighs where I was still soaked from our previous session. His touch was gentle as he wiped it carefully and cleaned me up. As he brushed the soft fabric against my folds moving it gently, his fingers moved along with the handkerchief, teasing me while tracing over my swollen clit. Without thinking, I spread open my thighs giving him full access. Breathless moans escaped my lips as he kept torturing me with his fingers. I want more.Mr. Derek chuckled, the deep vibration of his voice making the hair on my skin stand on edge. "You are still so wet, Lydia."Gradually, his fingers replaced the cloth and I felt the slow movement of his fingertips through my wetness. He spread my folds open, then he start moving his fingers up and down my clit, making sure I felt e
Lydia’s POVI jumped on him, my straight long legs wrapped around his waist while my full soft breasts rested on his rock hard chest.“Oh! Mr. Derek was good with his tongue. His soothing touch managed to erase my anxiety in the twinkling of an eye. I was still wrapped around his waist when he pinned me to the wall. His hands moved up and down my neck. It was barely two minutes but I could already feel myself getting wet. We moved away from the wall to his desk.Mr. Derek had barely dropped me when I kissed him again. His soft lips were my favorite part of his body. I tightened my grip around his waist, making sure there was no escape. I began to unbutton his shirt without breaking the bond.His hands were moving all around my body. My soft buttock, my tiny waist, my full round breasts which he kept on squeezing and pinching skillfully. When I had finished undressing him, he raised me up again and carried me to the couch inhis office. He placed me on the couch and lifted her skirt u
Lydia’s POVTwenty hours had passed since the incident between me and Mr. Derek. The blood in my veins was turning cold. What if he had taken the video to Mrs. Beatrice? What then?How was I going to prove myself innocent now that there was evidence that could be used against me? I had so many questions. Throughout my entire stay in class, I struggled to swallow down a beating heart.When classes were over, I tried to avoid everyone including Emily and her entourage who were patiently waiting for me to approach them so I simply took another path home.Forty eight hours passed, then seventy two hours yet nothing. The fear of getting called out killed me faster than the guilt. It has been three days and I have yet to get any call from the principal.Mr. Derek and I haven’t set eyes on each other in those three days as I always missed his classes on purpose.I came to the realization that Mr. Derek didn’t tell the principal about what I had done. Maybe he accepted my offer? I was glad he
Derek’s POVLydia stood beside me. Her eyes were beautiful. Her full glossy lips, her glowing skin and the strawberry scent around her was just amazing.Yes she was my student. One of my favorites. Her innocence and charming personality was something I admire the most about her.“You have been a really nice friend to me, I can't thank you enough.” Her sweet voice echoed in my ear.“I ...emm I just thought I could come say thank you”. She moved her hands closer to mine.With every word Lydia said, she moved a step closer to me. When I saw that she was almost a step away from where I was seated, I stood up.I had never seen Lydia behaving in such a way. She was always that shy and innocent young woman but today……“What are you doing?” I questioned her, still trying to be calm.What do you think I’m doing? She asked me, holding unto my wrist and pulling herself closer to me. She leaned against the table while I stood in front of her.“It’s just me and you here.”“There is no need to be s
Lydia’s POVI woke up to the first bang on my bedroom door.Lydia! Lydia! My mom called out my name. I slipped out of my bed with weary eyes. The dark undereye I had was enough to let anyone know about my sleepless night. My face was swollen and my head was aching. After what Emily did to me the previous day, I was bound to feel that way.“I’m coming.” I said softly, searching for my slippers with my eyes half opened. I finally found it, walked up to the door and twisted the knob. My mother gave me no chance to let her in. She barged in herself.“What is the meaning of this?” She questioned me with an aggressive tone. Her tone immediately pulled me out of my sleep.“Mom?”“What is the meaning of this Lydia?” She showed me her phone and behold it was the video Chloe and Alexa had recorded of me in the bathroom with the tag “Slut exposed by student for sleeping around for grades'' written under it.My jaw dropped in disbelief. I stared at the phone with quivering lips and teary eyes. Th