I want him.

It’s a thought I’ve never had about anyone before, at least not like this. It’s a need; a wicked, burning desire that I can’t ignore. I’ve of course noticed cute boys before, and of course had thoughts that made me blush and made my body ache in ways I couldn’t ignore.

But this is like nothing I’ve felt.

This is primal, and raw, and nothing that might go away after a quiet, gasping little orgasm in the shower or buried in my pillow.

It’s so wrong, and he’s at least twice my age, not to mention my teacher. But he’s nothing like boys like Ted, or any...