Lincoln was watching ARGGH! with Agnes on the hotel room couch

He wrapped his arm around her waist, still wanting to be close to his beautiful teacher.

He just couldn't resist her. They had agreed to kiss one last time, but it wasn't enough. Lincoln knew it wouldn't work, but he still loved being with her.

He felt himself pulling her closer to him as his lips pressed against hers again.

He knew it was wrong.

He knew he didn't have her permission.

He knew she would be angry.

He didn't care.

He was in love with her.

He wanted her so badly.

Agnes was surprised to have lips locked with her former student again. However, she didn't mind it. Their last night together on this vacation is still young, so why not?

He moaned, his hand moving down past her waist to her hip, rubbing it softly. He knew he was trying his luck. He didn't care though. He just wanted to be with her. Forever.

Agnes stroke his shaggy hair, thinking about how the teen reminded her of her lost love.

Suddenly, he noticed that she was crying. He pulled away.

"I-I'm sorry! I went too far!" He protested.

"No," the teacher replied. "It's not you Lincoln, it's me."

"What's wrong?" He asked gently. He held her closer. He didn't want to ever have to see her cry.

The redhead sniffed. "You remind me so much of a man I once knew. I feel like I'm rekindling that spark, but it feels..."

"Feels what?" Lincoln asked.

"Wrong." She replied

"I-I'm sorry. I went too far, didn't I?" Lincoln asked gently.

"It's not your fault Lincoln."

"I want to be with you, Agnes. I don't care what people say. I don't care if they approve.

"I'm in love with you." He said, staring into her beautiful brown eyes.

At this point, looking into the teen's eye, Agnes didn't care anymore. She didn't care if she got fired from teaching for hooking up with a former student. If this was the time, it was the only time. "I love you too Lincoln Loud."

She kissed him again, feeling him up and putting him into a laid back position.

Lincoln gasped, her hand being unexpected on what he probably would have called his boy parts when he was in her class. He grabbed her wide butt once more, feeling how firm it was. He remembered being bumped by it at a dance once. He moaned as she rubbed his manhood more.

Agnes smiled at how enthusiastically Lincoln moaned, kissing and moving his tongue in her mouth as she continued rubbing him through his pants. Finally, she heard his breath become labored and the front of his pants got wet.

"You okay, Lincoln," Agnes asked.

"I am. That felt really good." Lincoln breathed, satisfied beyond anything he was expecting.

He gently put his hand on her underwear, rubbing her now. He owed her at least that much after what she was willing to do for him.

Agnes' lower region wiggled against Lincoln's lower region.

He moaned along with her as her womanhood slid along his pants, already wet.

It had been a long time since she had done this and it felt amazing. She moaned, her motions becoming jerky as she reached her climax.

Lincoln moved Agnes to his side, kissing her tenderly on the lips.

"I love you so much, Agnes." He whispered.

She didn't say anything, so they fell asleep together, Lincoln's arm around her.

"I love you just as much, Lincoln," Agnes whispered.

The End