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lunch and spend it Googling underground fight clubs, but I guess they’re underground for a reason. Other than a few movies, there is no actual information. I debate about asking Lucas right, and almost text him, but the bell rings first. As my last class starts, I realize I am less than an hour from having Lucas inside me again and I am on edge. I don’t want to see my class and I certainly don’t want to teach. I just want to feel Lucas’s fingers unfold my cunt.
    Fortunately, they are my best behaved class and they actually work for most of the period. By the time the bell rings, I am shaking, but at least they didn’t test me. I try to stealthily slip my panties down and then I shove them in my desk drawer. I want to be ready, because I need some Lucas and I need him now.
    He stands in my doorway as the rest of the students filter through the halls. I can’t touch him yet, not until the busses leave, and probably not for a little while after that, since I need to make sure no one knocks. He smiles and I push my chair back to show him I’m wearing the red skirt.
    “Good girl,” he growls.
    He comes in the room and sits in his old desk. It has not even been a year, but he seems so out of place. Maybe it’s just because it’s not as wrong now, but how did I not notice while he sat there all last year. His dark hair falls in his face and he has a wicked grin.
    “So what’s the lesson today?”
    I sigh. I am never going to be able to control myself with this kid. I am about to go to him right there in his old desk and release his cock when Cara pops in to talk to me. She sees Lucas and starts, but her surprise turns to a smile.
    “Hi, Lucas. How are you?”
    “Hey, Mrs. Miller. I’m great. Thanks.”
    “Are you going to college this year?”
    “Nah. Taking some time off. Figuring myself out and all. Just thought I would come by and see how Miss Lawlor was doing, see if she needed anything at all. She was always such a source of inspiration to me when I went here. I can’t even tell you how happy I am to have had her.” The way he emphasizes had her makes me flush up past my ears, but Cara doesn’t notice. She’s excited to hear a student be so grateful to a teacher. I wonder what she’s think if she knew exactly why Lucas was so grateful.
    “That’s wonderful. Listen, I was just talking about you today. Do you still see Tim Pollen around?”
    “Eh. Once in a while. He’s kinda a permanent fixture in town, I guess.”
    “That’s true,” Cara says. “Well, listen, I hear he’s into some shady stuff. Be careful, okay, Lucas? You were always a good kid. Even with…” She stops herself from saying “Even with everything with your sister,” but Lucas still hears it. His eyes grow dark and his jaw tightens, but he manages a “thank you.”
    Cara makes small talk for a little longer and then leaves. “Bitch,” Lucas grumbles under his breath and I don’t feel like defending her. I just want him, to touch him, to loosen that tightness that has now settled into his shoulders as well.
    I lock my door, thankful for the window shades they installed last year as some kind of weak security measure, and isolate us from the rest of the building. One of the secretaries comes over the intercom as I walk toward Lucas, calling some kid to the office, and he laughs.
    “This is just so fucking hot,” he tells me.
    Really, it is just so fucking wrong , but as he undoes his pants and brings out his smooth, hard cock, I don’t care. I swallow it, my tongue circling the head, and I am hungry for him. Lucas moans and calls my name and I realize I should tell him my first name, but there is something incredibly sexy about him calling me Miss Lawlor, It just makes this even more fucked up, which makes me even wetter.
    “Go to the chalkboard and pretend to teach,” Lucas croaks. I want his cock, but I love his twisted mind and I do, writing his name on the board. I turn and look at him and his hand is stroking