I didn't have to wait long to find out, Mr Brady put his right hand on my left leg and moved it closer in between both legs and squeezed my thigh...

My body froze up, Mr Brady exhaled loudly, elongating it.

Still staring at him I slowly reached up and cupped his face.

He flinched at my touch. Mr Brady grabbed my wrists and brought them down.

"I can't"

"What do you mean, you can't?" I started to feel annoyed now for him leading me on. "You humiliated me in front of the class, and you're humiliating me now."

"I gave you a detention because I wanted you...here…alone, but you're 18 Stephen" His tight grip on my arms loosened a little, he slid his hands down so that they were now holding mine.

"No, I'm 19" I pulled my hands out of his.

"You're my student, the school can't find out, my wife…"

"YOUR WIFE?" I was tingling with rage right now. Mr Brady's face dropped, he sighed.

"I was gunna tell you Stephen, I was"

Right, that was it. I picked up my bag and deliberately swept past Mr Brady, causing me to lose my balance slightly, but I focused on the door.

He didn't run after me, he didn't even try to explain to me about his wife. This told me all I needed to know, he wasn't interested.

-#-

After school I walked past the science block, I had to go back into Mr Brady's room for my biology books I'd left in there before storming out.

I dragged behind the rest of the hurried school children (much younger than me as I was at the top of the school).

Through the windows I tried to scan the classroom hoping for his absence but no, I caught his eye as he sat at his desk, feet up, repeatedly hitting his fountain pen against his lips.

As I once again opened the door to Mr Brady's room, he promptly removed his black shoes from his desk.

"I forgot my books" I said monotonously.

"They are on my desk" he replied in a similar manner.

I cautiously walked to him and found my books at the far side of his desk. I had to lean over to reach them.

Mr Brady smiled as my arm brushed his when I leant over and I'm pretty sure he was checking me out. He was sat in his chair with his legs relaxed and open.

He put his hands on my hips.

"No, coz you won't stop lying to me" I was still angry with him

"Stephen, please, I left my wife a long time ago, we just haven't officially ended it yet."

"Oh." I felt a little guilty for not letting him explain earlier.

Mr Brady positioned himself more upright now in his chair. "Stephen, I want you", he whispered in my ear.

I melted inside, and he could probably tell this from my facial expression because he leaned in and kissed me.

At first it was tender, but it built up, now his tongue was crushing mine, our mouths at war.

I gasped for breath and pushed his chair back so he went spinning a little and hit the wall. I couldn't wait, I put my knees up and knelt either side his legs, our crotches were flush.

The chair bounced a little as we engaged again in a rough kiss, this time he brought his hands down to my butt. I could feel my pants get tighter but I could also feel his doing the same.

"Jesus Stephen"

My fingers fumbled as I undid his top three buttons on his shirt. His crisp white shirt.

Knock Knock

"Shit" Mr Brady exclaimed, someone was at the door. "Get under my desk"

I tumbled under his desk just as the door opened; Mr Brady scooted on his chair back so he was sat at his desk.

Get under my desk, he was ordering me, in that same tone as when he gave me a detention. How dare he treat me like that?

A woman walked in, I could hear the sound of her heels on the floor.

"Hi Brendan, I was just wondering…" She paused "Are you ok?"

"Fine, is that all you were wondering?" He gave out a short fake laugh. He sounded flustered, all because of me, I flustered him.

"No, no, do you have any unit 2 textbooks I can have for tomorrow?" I couldn't see her but I could tell from her voice that it was Mrs Brown the other biology teacher.

"Actually they're in room 5 Jen" Brendan replied smoothly. I didn't want him to get away with ordering me about so I took it upon myself to get my own back.

Both his legs were next to me, I was curled up right to the corner of his desk. I reached for his right leg and put my hand up his trouser leg feeling the hairs on my fingers.

He kicked me, trying to get my hand off. "Ouch"

"Pardon?" Mrs Brown sounded confused.

Brendan tried to cover for my small cry by coughing and explaining his chair was squeaky. This made me giggle, but I silent giggled as I didn't want him to kick me again.

When Mrs Brown had left, I crawled out from under the desk.

"Stephen get your bags, Oi'm driving you home."