THE DARE: hit on my highschool teacher

Fuck Miss Abby Sean.

No.

Take off her fucking clothes and give her the worldliest sex of her life!

Cephan Miller stood at the door contemplating if to carry on with this or to just back down

He raised his hands to knock, but stopped midway.

"If she doesn't tell me to come in at the first knock, I'll leave," he breathed out and knocked.

"Come in," Miss Abby said, and his hopes were high again.

Cephan opened the door and walked in surveying the tiny space his high school teacher called office.

Books were neatly stacked on the desk, and her eyes were focused on the laptop that sat before her.

"I didn't call for you Mr Miller, it's there a problem?" She asked, raising her head from the laptop, and resting her pair of brown eyes at his face.

Cephan clenched his jaw, he somewhat regretted agreeing to this.

"Let's have sex," he blurted out, coming closer to her.

Miss Abby's eyes widened in shock, then she laughed loudly.

"I think you should focus more on applying to colleges, Mr Miller. Where's this coming from?"

She stared at him trying to catch what he was thinking, and once she saw that glint in his eyes, she knew he was serious.

Abby Sean hadn't had sex since after her divorce with her husband which was three years ago. After the divorce, she moved out and travelled to a different state.

No one in this town knew she was ever married, and when they asked about the picture on her desk, she usually told them he was her brother.

"I dunno, I thought you'd want it too, but..." his eyes caught the small portrait on her desk.

Was she married? If she were then God knows he'd be in a heavy debt.

"Seems like you're married," he said and she glanced at the portrait.

"Divorced."

Cephan walked over to her, and took her face in his palm. He placed his lips on hers sliding his tongue into her.

Abby didn't hesitate. Maybe because it was exciting having sex in school or because she had been sex starved for ten years straight.

"How old..."

"Nineteen," he muttered, pulling her up with his large hands.

His hands grabbed her butt as he deepened his kiss.

Abby moaned softly, wrapping her arms around him. He caressed her butt and pulled her up making her sit on the desk.

"You're sexy," he whispered, unbuttoning her shirt quickly.

Taking off the shirt, he easily popped her bra loose using his tongue to play with her tits.

I'm not supposed to be doing this.

Cephan thought, sucking her nipples hard. Abby gasped for air, she pulled his hair back as he sucked her harder.

No.

She was just sex starved.

Cephan pushed her to the table, books flew to the ground as her back landed with a soft thud on the table.

He raised her skirt and widened her legs.

This was too easy, he had his highschool teacher too easy.

Pulling her panties down, he stuck his tongue into her pussy thrusting it in and out.

Abby wondered what came over her. He had her too easy, but why didn't she care? Why did she like that he was touching her?

Cephan Miller was handsome and had a bulk of muscles due to years of playing basketball and probably gym. His gray eyes stared at her face as he thrusted his fingers into her going in and out of her.

Abby wanted to scream so hard, but bit her lips while he explored her with his fingers.

He knew how to do this.

He knew his women.

Abby felt it coming, her legs vibrated as he went faster in and out of her. Then the warm liquid came staining his fingers and the table.

"Fuck," she whispered shutting her eyes and praying she wasn't going to regret sleeping with her student.

Cephan huffed bringing down his trousers, only fingering her was what he had planned to do, but here he was wanting more of her.

He took off his shorts, his dick swole, begging for a release.

Abby jumped down from the desk, and knelt down on both knees taking his dick in her hands.

She shoved it down her throat, sucking it slowly. He was down badly because the veins on his dick popped out, so she quickened her pace licking his dick - giving all she got.

"Shit," Cephan cursed, holding her hair.

Yeah, shit this.

***

Abby Sean sat on her seat, her legs crossed and the office smelling like sex. Cephan buttoned his shirt looking down at his feet. He avoided meeting her piercing gaze because he knew the question she wanted to ask and he wasn't ready to answer.

"I know they dared you to have sex with me, and you're going to tell them that you did to avoid paying," she said.

Cephan's eyes widened and their gazes finally met. He looked surprised by her knowledge, and even more surprised at why she still gave in to him.

"Yes," he replied, combing his hair with his fingers.

"You're a bright kid, Mr Miller... you have potential. Do what you must."

She searched her bag and brought out a thousand dollars.

"Take, don't rat us out. I'll lose my job and you'll get expelled if you do," she cautioned and he took the money.

Cephan sighed, and thanked her, but before leaving, she gave him a body spray.

"Nobody needs to know you had sex."

Abby stared at him until he shut the door, his huge frame walking out.

A smile traced her lips. She had a feeling she'd be seeing more of this man.

"I'm insane."

Cephan stood behind the door staring at the note in his palm, he already had what he needed - money, then why did he have that feeling he'd be seeing more of her.

He made a mistake hitting on her, and all he needed to do was give those jerks the money and stay out of her life.

"She's fun," he admitted walking away.

He just needed to hang on, it was only a few weeks to graduation. Fucking everything he worked for up was what he didn't want to do.

"I should forget about what happened."

"It's late, you should head home."

Cephan gave a slight nod to his older colleague, handing a glass of raw gun to a customer.

"Yeah, it's late," he muttered and turned to leave.

The day had already passed so fast, just this morning, Cephan Miller was having it wild with his teacher. He sighed, glancing at his phone to check the time.

10:00 pm.

He followed the long route half praying that his father was out cold on the floor because if he wasn't...

No. He didn't want to think about the outcome.

Mr Miller, cephan's father, wasn't always like that. He was that vibrant, kind and gentle man every woman dreamt of, but after cancer took his wife, he changed.

Mr Miller drank, gambled and soon sought to abuse.

Cephan sighed. He was used to it already.

Reaching home, he turned the knob subconsciously holding his breath.

"You're late," someone said and all his built up hope came crashing down.

"Work," he muttered, bracing himself for what came next.

"Money? I need money!" He demanded trying to stand.

The stench of alcohol filled the house making Cephan wrinkle his nose in disgust.

He was drunk again.

"I told you I don't have money," he spoke up shutting the door behind him.

Broken glass decorated the floor and he was careful not to step on any.

"What do you mean you have no money?!" Mr Miller screamed, taking a glass and throwing it at Cephan.

He ducked, shielding his head with his hands.

Pathetic.

He wasn't going to put up with this old man he called his father.

"If you want money, then go make yours!" He screamed, flinging the door open and slamming it shut.

As soon as he slammed the door, a bottle smashed behind it.

"Now I have to look for where to sleep," he muttered walking away from what he called his home.

Cephan decided to go to the park and stay for sometime before heading back home. The park was safer than home.

Just then, his phone rang. He glanced at it and the name on the screen made him grunt.

Another pest.

He answered the call already knowing what the bastard wanted.

"Did you do it?"

"I have the money, come to the park," he said, hanging up before the bastard said any other thing.

A few minutes later, some guys came to the park, a cigar in their hands.

"Want a smoke, old man?" One of them whom they called Dav asked.

"Nah, I'm good," Cephan declined, searching his bag for the money.

He assessed the boys, Dav, a Blondie with a foreign accent and a sleep build that made girls trip - he was gay.

Chuck, the nineteen year old guy that looked like a golden retriever.

Mason, dark haired Italian with eyes so intense you might think he wanted to kill you. The youngest amongst them was seventeen, Christian Waner.

"Yooo, someone's a Mama's boy," Christian cackled, puffing out smoke.

"My Mama's dead, and you're too young to smoke," Cephan retorted, handing the money to Dav.

"You didn't make a move on her? How did you get the money?" Chuck asked, throwing his cigar on the ground and stepping on it.

Cephan shrugged standing to leave, he tucked his hands into his jacket and made to walk away.

"Chill bro, where are you going? How did you get the money, eh?" Dav asked.

Their presence was beginning to irritate Cephan so he said nothing, bumping past Mason.

Mason pulled him back, giving him a hard punch on the jaw and that set them off.

Cephan stumbled to the ground and they began kicking him, but little did they do he could take them all.

They knew.

He dragged Christian's feet pulling his trousers and standing to his feet. Punching Dav in the nose, he elbowed the fucking golden retriever, Chuck.

They groaned but didn't give up.

"Mother fucker!" Dav cursed lunging at him.

Cephan planted his knee to his stomach making him cough up dark blood.

"You guys don't know when to stop, really," he gritted his teeth waiting for them to attack.

Mason came at him and threw a few punches, but he dodged although one landed at his chin.

He fisted the young boy's throat making him scream in pain.

"Your mother didn't teach you when to give up, did she?" He asked ironically, banging Christian's head on a pole.

They groaned in pain, cursing and hissing.

Cephan noticed Dav picked his phone to call some people, and he knew immediately that it was time to run.

He was probably calling his other guys and he was too weak to take all of them at once so he did what he knew was best.

He ran.

He ran past the line of streetlights. Ran past the masked lady who was probably stealing from a store.

He ran into an alley holding his breath as he sped.

This was the moment he wished he had a home to go to - he did but that place couldn't be described as a home.

He needed peace and quiet.

The alley was dark and although he knew they couldn't catch him he kept on, sweat pouring from his face.

"Fuck, I need a shower," he said, his shirt sticking to his skin.

Just as he left the alley, he cornered to a street, this time slowing his pace. He jogged but not too slow.

His stomach rumbled and he knew he had to eat something if he wanted to gather strength to run again.

Lost in thoughts, he didn't see the lady coming towards him.

Cephan hit her, making her fall to the floor.

He stopped and stared at her.

"I'm so sorry ma'am, are you okay? Is your nose broken?" He asked concerned about the impact of the collision.

"I'm fine," the lady said, lifting her head to look at him.

Time froze and the memories of the morning flooded again.

The way she moaned when he thrusted his fingers into her, the way she squirted all over him... .

"Miss Abby?"

Her home wasn't bad.

It looked normal for a highschool teacher except the furnitures were pretty expensive which made Cephan wonder how she got all that money she gave him.

He sat on a stool in her kitchen while she made coffee.

"Your face looks swollen," she said inspecting his face, his gray eyes stared into her big brown ones trying to figure out what she was thinking.

"I know, got into a fight with some guys," he murmured and made to smile but ended up wincing in pain. Those bastards had done him real bad.

"Wait here."

Abby marched off from the kitchen and returned a few minutes later with a first-aid kit.

"I'll clean it," she said, opening the box and bringing out some cotton. It took about five minutes to be done with his face and while she cleaned they didn't say anything.

Not about the fight.

And definitely not about what happened in the morning.

It was best not to bring that up or so Cephan thought, he had promised not to cross paths with this woman till graduation but here he was, in her house injured.

"Thank you, Miss Abby," he muttered, standing to leave.

"I better head home."

Miss Abby turned to face him as he walked away in thought of where to go.

"You could stay here for the weekend, it's late by the way," she suggested.

Cephan wanted to badly decline, but he hadn't a place to stay.

"Sure, thanks. By the way, won't that coffee run cold?"

Abby entertained him with coffee while they sat in the kitchen envelope in awkward silence. Abby assessed his face, Cephan Miller wasn't a random face she saw one day, it had always been there in Christon high, but why did he look even more sexier than the last time.

She knew how dangerous this was and the consequences that followed, but she wanted to do it.

"The coffee's to your liking? I'm not much of a cook, sorry I didn't get you something edible," she said, breaking the silence.

"It's fine... you got something on your face," he replied blandly.

Abby touched her face searching for the so-called something.

"Where?"

Cephan took a napkin and inched closer to her face, their breath touching. He raised his hands and cleaned the corner of her lips.

For Abby Sean, time stood still. His gray eyes that looked like a dark cloud storm stared at her, his elbow brushed past her nipple sending a wave of undescribed and raw feeling.

What the fuck was her problem?

"You got coffee there. I've been itching to clean that," he said finally allowing the flow of time, but he didn't adjust back to his stool, he gazed at her, his heartbeat going faster than normal. This seemed unusually strange and needed to be stopped.

No, he wanted to see what would happen next. He liked things like this.

Abby sighed, rolling her eyes like a thirteen year old teenage girl who just started rebelling against her mother.

"You're so good at being blunt, huh?" She asked her breath brushing his skin, it tickled.

"Maybe, it always gets me in trouble, but it seems like it doesn't do that with you."

Cephan smirked. He shouldn't be doing that with his teacher, his breath quickened by just looking at her which he could describe as strange.

He had encountered Miss Abby Sean a lot of times and she even sent him to detention twice, but why did he so badly want to feel what he felt that morning with her.

"Can I request something then and be blunt about it?" He asked gulping hard.

She nodded, telling him to keep talking.

"Let's kiss... can we?"

Abby looked stunned for a while but realized this was Cephan, a basketball player who wanted to go pro, someone who girls drooled over and someone who got involved in something shady that made him bet on her.

She should be angry that they placed a bet on her. She was meant to slap him across the face and tell him off, but no, she wanted to kiss him... to do a lot more than kissing with him.

"Since you're not speaking, I'll take it that you want it," he muttered and inched close to her so that their noses touched.

Cephan placed his lips on hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He savoured every bit of her as their tongues danced in their mouths.

He reminded himself to stop there, but he didn't.

He moved on.

Cephan found his fingers trailing up to her breast. He noticed earlier on that she was bare breast when his elbow brushed her nipple.

"We shouldn't do this, should we?"

He had thought of the possibility of anyone finding out. They could do it and stay safe as long as no one found out.

"Who's going to find out?" he smirked.

Cephan picked her up, his hand squeezing at her butt. She wrapped her arms against his neck as they kissed.

Taking her to a room, he lay her down on the bed and unbuckled his belt.

"You're a really smart kid," she said, helping him with his belt.

"Does it matter if I'm smart or dumb here?" He retorted, finally removing it.

He motioned for her to come, and she obeyed standing before him naked. Her nipples stood begging for him to have her.

Cephan brushed his fingers against her nipples, it sent shivers of pleasure down to his toes. He kissed her neck slowly sinking his teeth into her skin. She let out a gasp clutching his hair.

"You smell like pineapple, I could eat you up whole, Miss Abby," he whispered, kissing her down to her tits. He stuck his tongue out and played with her nipples.

He felt his muscles tensed, and his dick hardened.

What was this lady doing to him, she probably was way older than him although she looked rather young.

He didn't care anyway.

"I'll make sure you scream with every passing second... Miss Abby."