Your Eyes, My Nudity(Completed)

Chapter 10

Chris and I completed the documentary a few days before it was due. We watched it in a study hall on his laptop and I was truly amazed by how well it turned out.

His editing skills were awesome, nice transitions, with subtitles and music. It looked very professional. I was sure it would not only get us an A, but eventually become a part of the school library.

"Chris. You are amazing."

He smiled.

"You are amazing yourself, Beyonce. You asked the questions. You got him to open up."

"How bout this. We're amazing."

"We are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams," he smiled.

"More Wonka, Chris?"

"Wonka has the best quotes for any situation."

Michelle was enthralled by the final product when I showed it to her. She was enthralled by Mr. Carter in general, so anything about him would have gotten her attention.

She wasn't alone in the obsessing. I has the biggest crush on Mr. C now. It really started when I had the freakiest dream of my young life. Mr. Carter ravished me on his desk, just like those porn stars from the flicks. In my dream, I sucked his dick just like those porn stars had too.

Michelle tried to deny it, but I could tell she was a bit sore about me being the one that got to interview and make a documentary about him. She was the journalism student. She was the one with the known crush. Her name should have been rolling in the credits as interviewer, instead of mine. Michelle was one of my most mature friends though, so I figured if anyone would be able to handle it, then it would be her.

As the days passed, I could not get Carter, or that dream out of my mind. It was so vivid and erotic and it penetrated my thoughts as forcefully as his dick had in my pussy; in dream land of course. When he tapped me on my shoulder in NAACP meeting, I felt the inside of my thighs melt. Gosh. I was literally getting wet just from his touch.

"Miss. Knowles. Can I chat with you after the meeting? I have something to ask," he said.

I sat with Jarvis for the meeting, and ignored the entire thing, instead trying to figure out what Mr. C wanted. I kept thinking about my dream and how it had started off the same way. He wanted to see me, brought me in his classroom, he gave me a spanking, and our clothes came off. Could this have been happening in real life?

When the meeting was over, I grabbed my belongings and made my way down to where the faculty sat.

Mr. Carter was chatting with another teacher while I waited and I wondered if I should give him some space. I didn't want to cramp his style if he wasn't ready.

I watched him silently as he spoke to the other teacher. His face had defined features, full of war stories and life experiences. Full of beauty. I knew right then. If this man were to come on to me, I would not decline, and that was the first time in my life I had ever been so certain of that. I was under his control of lust. Just like all of the other silly groupies he had.

"Hello! Anyone there?" Mr. Carter said, waving his hand in my face and breaking my naughty trance.

"Oh. Sorry," I blushed. "I was thinking about something."

"Yeah you seemed to be deep in thought," he grinned.

I bit my lip as he locked eyes with me. Could he see through me? Could he see what he was doing to me? Could he read me like a book? Did he know I had fallen for him? And if he did, was I any different from the other chicks he had to know had a thing for him?