Short excerpt from Teaching Her A Lesson:
There’s a weird feeling in the air as the bell rings and signals the end of class. I know the others feel it too because the girls hurry out with pursed lips, notebooks pressed to their chests, and all of the guys except Zach and Josh bustle out looking bemused and a little dazed. I pretend not to notice that Zach and Josh are dawdling in their corner, packing up their bags slowly as if trying to telepathically agree on something before leaving.
In the hall, the dull thundering of hundreds of students making a break for lunch acts as a white noise for my mind, but it seems nothing can calm the warmth in my belly. Suddenly, I hear the door click shut and the lock flick, and I look up, genuinely surprised and jolted out of my reverie.
Zach and Josh are advancing toward me slowly but purposefully, a strange-but-familiar hunger in their eyes. Looking into either of their faces is like looking at the foaming sea or the sky at high noon, and I realize I don’t know where to look or what to do. I take an uncertain step backward and bump into my desk, causing the little flower vase to rattle like a warning that I ignore the same way I ignored angry ex-girlfriends. They reach me together and Josh leans in to whisper in my ear.
“Not a sound, Miss Gates.” I feel my blue eyes flash even as I open my mouth to respond hotly—if they think they’re going to enact some little fantasy of theirs on me, they have another—suddenly, Zach grabs me and turns me roughly around, pushing me so that I’m bent over on my desk like some lazy porn star in a second-rate video.
“Hey!” I protest. Josh claps his hand over my mouth and leans in while Zach arranges himself behind me, slowly, leisurely. I feel his hands stroke along my sides, pressing the silky blouse into my skin and making me shiver despite the roiling waves in my mind. This is so wrong, this isn’t actually supposed to happen! The rational part of my mind is yelling, but it’s fading into white noise like the footsteps outside, which have subsided in the past couple minutes.
Zach cups both my asscheeks in his hand and gives an appreciative squeeze, I give a small gasp—my ass is huge but his hands are splayed comfortably across the spread in my black skirt. Lazily, he trails a hand down and brushes the sensitive skin just below the end of my skirt while Josh whispers in my ear.
“We’ve been watching you, and we know this is something you want.”
The words send the strangest mix of sexy thrill and genuine fear through me, something feels wrong but Zach is working my body into a furnace with his stroking and teasing, and I’ve never felt so conflicted.
“This…this is wrong,” I whisper, and my voice comes out in a rasp like I haven’t just been using it in teacher mode for the past fifty minutes.
“No…well, maybe a little. But I –we—think you’ve been a bad girl before.”
Suddenly Josh yanks me by my long brown hair, up from the desk, while Zach takes a step back so Josh can shoulder his way in front. Now I’m standing between them, looking up at Josh while I hear an almost-sinister unzipping behind me. My skirt? Zach’s jeans? I feel the fabric fall away from my hips and have my answer. Zach makes a noise of appreciation as he takes in my beautiful, round, high ass, and I know that the white lace is doing what it’s designed to do as well. Josh leans in and whispers in my ear as Zach begins to play with the fabric of my panties, snapping it playfully, and suddenly I feel something like teeth graze the edge. Oh my god.
“I bet you thought this was Zach’s idea,” Josh breathes into my ear, his own hands slowly, steadily, removing my blouse and unclasping my bra so that I go from fully clothed to standing in white lace panties between these two incredibly sexy young men in seemingly a matter of moments. He doesn’t touch me for a moment as I stand there, trembling as I feel Zach creeping towards my warm wetness with his fingers, his tongue teasing the inside of my thighs. I find a bit of my usual chutzpah and raise my chin at Josh even as I left out a soft moan. “No, I don’t think this was Zach’s idea,” I breathe, as defiantly as I can. Josh’s eyes narrow.
“Back off,” he practically snarls at Zach over my shoulder. Zach pauses, then slowly straightens up behind me, taking hold of my arms so that suddenly I’m trapped, paralyzingly unable to move, in front of the young man I just challenged. My nipples are tight and hard and my heart is pounding. My chest is practically bouncing up and down, I’m breathing so hard, and I see Josh eye my tits thoughtfully for a moment. Suddenly, he strikes out and chucks my chin up. It’s not a slap, but it’s not quite playful, and my head bumps back against Zach’s chest.
“Josh—”
“Shut up.”
I can see Josh’s huge bulge in his own pants; he’s the most clothed one of us all right now, which I’m very conscious of, pressed up almost naked as I am against Zach’s broad, warm chest, his own erection pressing insistently, impatiently into my back.
Josh crosses his arms and lifts his shirt over his head, slowly, leisurely. As if he didn’t just give his English Lit teacher an experimental chuck under the chin. His muscles ripple and I realize that he could have struck me much, much harder, if he’d wanted to. The thought sends a spasm of fear laced with desire through my body, and I feel my wetness start to drip down my leg. Josh unzips his pants, staring hard at me with his sea-foam eyes, turquoise flashing in a devilish gleam when he catches sight of my inner leg.
“So,” he says, stepping close to me. “You like it rough, Miss Gates? Zach has been pampering you back there for a while, but you really just needed a little bit more, didn’t you?”
I don’t know what to say, I feel my face start to flame but suddenly he grabs my tits roughly with both hands, giving a sharp squeeze that makes me cry out in genuine pain.
