Teach Me

III

Mr. Collins stood in front of the class with a long sleeve, light blue button down, his sleeves were rolled up and his shirt was unintentionally tight enough to let other people know how ripped he was. A purple and blue stripped tie laid down his chest. His chestnut colored eyes studied the crowd of students.

"Okay, I want to try something." He said making his way to the back of the classroom. All the heads in the class turned to face him. Their eyes followed him as he walked back to the front.

He laughed. "I want one of you guys to teach me something."

A brown haired girl raised her hand. 

"Yes?" he called on her.

"I thought this was English class." She snobbishly spat.

The class began to giggle.

"It is. I just think that teachers should be the ones that get the most out of a lesson. You guys have a lot to offer me, so let's hear it. Be pens on blank paper."

Everyone but Scarlett looked at each other in confusion.

"Who would like to start?" he questioned the class, sitting on his black leather office chair. 

The enthusiasm in the class began to grow as half of the class raised their hands, Mr Collins felt his mouth slightly open. He didn't expect to see his class that excited to teach him. His attention then shifted to Scarlett. She sat in her seat, legs and arms folded, smirking at him.

"Scarlett would you like to go first?" He asked curiously, thinking that she already had an idea on the assignment. 

"Not right now." She answered, her eyes were glued on him. It was like she was unclothing him with her stare, he then quickly turned back to look at the class. 

As soon as she declined, echoes of his students filled the room. 

'Me!'

'Oh!'

'Mr. Collins, pick me!'

A total of eight students taught him a series of unnecessary topics but he seemed to have enjoyed every 'lesson' those students had to offer.

The bell rang and his students were still seated.

This made Mr. Collins feel warm inside but he couldn't keep them there forever so he walked over to the door and opened it.

"Class, we'll continue this tomorrow." He chuckled, dismissing them.

Noise quickly arose from the class as they stood up and exited the classroom. 

 "Have a nice day," he added as they made their way out of the classroom.

As he walked back over to his desk he noticed Scarlett still seated. 

"Scarlett?" He called onto her, wondering why she was still there. She didn't respond to him, instead she walked over to shut the wooden door.

"What are yo-" He was interrupted.

"Can I teach you something?" She asked.

His Adam's Apple bobbed as he swallowed, standing motionless, watching her every move.

She made her way to him and grabbed onto his tie.

"Ms. Luz." he stuttered.

"Mr. Collins." She whispered into his ear.

He closed his eyes and breathed.

She pulled on his tie and sat him back onto his chair. He then grabbed her arms and looked into her eyes. 

"Stop." He demanded.

"I can't. You make me feel good." She moaned to him.

He let go of her arms and rolled back in his chair till it hit the wall. She made her way back to him and stood in front of him. He looked up at her and got lost in her smell. She smelled of vanilla, her clothes and her skin smelled like vanilla. That odor that he loved so much caught and sought his attention.

"I want to teach you how to feel like how I feel right now." She said seductively, getting closer to him. 

He felt lost in temptation, and the only words that could sneak out of his mouth were,

"You smell..."

"You like it?" She asked, sitting back on his desk.

He didn't mean to nod but he did.

She gave him a grin, put her feet up on his desk, and dipped her finger inside of her. Her skirt slightly rose and gave Mr. Collins a view of Scarlett playing with herself. He noticed that she wasn't wearing underwear and he didn't look away, as much as he tried to, he couldn't. 

"Wanna taste?" She moaned.

He hated how much she was teasing him, he hated that he couldn't do anything to her, but most of all, he hated that he liked what she was doing and deep down, he didn't want her to stop.

He pursed his lips and lazily narrowed his eyes at her.

He couldn't reveal how much he wanted her at that moment because he knew the trouble he would get himself into if he did.

She slid off his desk and sat on Mr. Collins' lap. Then, she slowly rubbed her finger along his bottom lip making sure it was as wet as she was.

The temptation was killing him, clawing at him, wanting to escape.

He then slightly opened his mouth and sucked all of the juices off her finger. 

He was vulnerable to her smell, touch, and presence and he loathed it. It took all of his power to again grab her by the arm and get her off of him.

"Stop." he breathed, her arms still in his grip.

"Fuck me." She begged.

He looked down and stared at her lips. She bit her bottom lip and whispered,

"Please, sir."

The tension between them drove them both crazy, the only thing that stood in the way of them was the thought of trouble.

"Get out." he murmured, letting go of her arms. 

She smirked at him and without a word, she stood up, grabbed her purse and left him with the taste of her in his mouth.

As she closed the door behind her, he threw his head back in relief and pain. Relieved that she was finally gone and that the thought of fucking her left his mind, and pained that he couldn't have felt how she wanted him to feel.