All Chapters of Teach Me New Tricks: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LeilaI knew it was bad. I knew it was wrong. Kissing a student in the library was dangerous business. I didn’t care. I was desperate for his touch. His kisses were hungry and stirring up something deep inside my belly. I felt like a volcano beginning a slow eruption. Hot lava pumped through my veins, making me feel flushed and twitchy at the same time.It was too good to be bad.My mouth opened wider, sucking the man’s face as I pulled him closer to me. I got lost in the moment. I forgot all about where I was or who I was kissing. It was that good. His firm hand on the back of my neck, holding my face against his felt like a vice. I liked it. It felt good to be manhandled a little.I squeezed his thigh before leaning forward and wrapping my arm around his back. One of his arms wrapped around me and pulled me up.So much better. I moaned, rubbing myself against his body. I had to lean my head back and go up on my toes to meet his exuberant kisses. Both his strong arms wrapped around

ChristopherI felt like I had just robbed a bank or done something equally illegal. I had stopped in the men’s room after leaving Leila in the attic area. We certainly couldn’t walk out together, and I was not quite that confident I didn’t have some kind of evidence on me. I felt guilty as hell.Guilty and oh so satisfied.After a quick check in the mirror, a little finger combing through my hair, I was confident I had removed any traces of the fact I had just gotten laid in the library. That sounded like the statement of a teen. I was still coming to terms with what I had done.I opened the library doors, stepping into the cool December air and making my way down the path towards the parking lot where my truck was waiting for me. I could smell her on me as I walked. I was sure it was probably in my head, but her scent lingered. I was half-tempted to lift my fingers to my nose and inhale.I didn’t. I resisted the urge. Partly because I didn’t want to get a woody while I was walking on

LeilaI couldn’t bring myself to go home. I didn’t want to be alone with my guilty thoughts. I needed someone to talk me off the ledge. I was ready to fall on my sword and give up everything to the dean. I’d beg for forgiveness and hope for the best.I was terrible at keeping secrets. I didn’t have a good poker face. I said whatever was on my mind. If the dean came to me and asked me about my tryst with Christopher, I wouldn’t be able to deny it. It seemed smarter to make the first move, unveil the secret before it was unveiled for me.I knocked on Kami’s door, grateful she was home. She opened it, took one look at me, and moved out of the way. “Come in and tell me what happened.”“I screwed up,” I groaned walking past her and heading for her fridge. I yanked it open, grabbing a soda and flopping onto her sofa.“What did you do?”“I’m so screwed. I’m going to be in deep shit.”“Do we need to bury a body? Do you need an alibi? I’ve got your back.”I rolled my eyes. “No and no. It’s so

ChristopherThe test was relatively easy. I had expected it to be much harder, but it wasn’t so bad. Maybe I had a knack for the Greek stuff. It was interesting and I was enjoying the class, and not just because the teacher was hot. It was actually very intriguing stuff. I had been reading up on the subject, far more than I was asked to.I would start reading one story and then there would be a link to another story and before I knew it, I had spent hours reading about the Greeks. I had a lot of questions and was hoping to have lunch with Leila to talk about a few of those questions.I quickly finished the short paragraph answer and then reviewed the entire test. It looked good. I was convinced I was going to get an A. How could I not? Feeling confident, I got up and made my way to her desk.“Hi,” I said, keeping my voice very low.“Finished?” she asked in a cold tone, barely looking at me.“I am. I think I did pretty well.”“Good. I’ll have the tests graded before tomorrow’s class. T

LeilaI felt like everyone was looking at me. I had stopped by the faculty lounge to grab my usual donut and coffee and could practically feel the eyes on me. I had looked around and while it appeared no one even knew I was there, my guilty conscience was eating at me.I had stared at my reflection in the mirror for several long minutes that morning. I wanted to make sure there was no sign of my mistake written on my face. There was nothing obvious, but I felt like everyone would just know.I was being ridiculous. I knew that. The rational part of my mind knew it was the guilt freaking me out, but the irrational part of my mind was very strong. I took my coffee and headed out of the lounge without speaking to anyone. I kept telling myself the class was over in a week. I could make it another six or seven days.He’d get his credits and we would never see each other again. If I was lucky, he would decide school wasn’t for him and my dirty little secret would never see the light of day.