Chapter Two: Bedtime Studies

Lying in her bed that night, Lesley is struggling to begin her homework. She can’t wipe her mind clear of everything that had happened that day. The words he had told her continued to ring in her ears as she contemplated the meaning of what he had said.
“There are some things we cannot say or do. No matter how badly we want to…”
He had to have been saying he wants me, didn’t he? No, it couldn’t be, I mean he is my teacher. He’s 24, I am just a lonely teenage redhead. But, why would he say that?
As these thoughts continued racing through her head, she felt herself becoming hotter and hotter, to the point where she wanted to throw her books and just indulge in herself. His lips, his tight body, the seductive eyes: they were all almost too much for her to handle. The way he spoke to her and the sexiness that was always present in everything he did brought her to the point where she wanted to explode with passion.
But she didn’t. She went back to her work for that night in her classes. English was next. This would be good to take her mind off of math, besides she love books and they were reading a good one right now. “Why did Jonas rub the lamp in The Genie’s Motives?” She knew the answer, it was an easy question, but all that entered her mind was how much she wanted to rub something of his.
NO. Stop. She thought to herself that this has to stop, it couldn’t continue. And even as she tried to convince herself of this, she continued to picture the idea she had just painted. She needed something to take her mind off of schoolwork. The yearbook. She needed to look at the yearbook. That would help.
Freshmen. Sophomores. Juniors. Seniors. She made her way through each category of students, until there were none left. As she was closing the book, the faculty section caught her eye. She knew what lay present in that section and did her best to resist taking a peak. But she couldn’t help it. She opened back to the staff section with such a fury that she worried she had damaged the spine of the book. There he was. Staring at her. Daring her to do something about it. No one was home, and it would be so easy.
But no. She had to do her homework. She threw the devilish book across the room and proceeded with her studies. As each minute passed, she couldn’t help but give a glance to the direction of the yearbook. The book that held all the roots of her passion and desire. And with each passing minute, the resistance to give in to her hormones grew harder. She finished her English and History homework without too much technical difficulty. Due to the sub in Biology, all she had left was Calculus.
The first problem presented as much difficulty as any other homework she had done that night. It was a word problem, always hard for this dumbfounded redhead, but this presented a new level of difficulty. “If you insert a cylinder into a circle, what would the resulting equation be?”
She could only wonder if this question were written for her. He was teasing her. She knew, if he inserted his cylinder into her, the result would be an orgasm. But stop. She had to stop herself, she couldn’t continue. And she found herself glancing over at the direction of the yearbook again. Tempting her with what she knew it held. Daring her to touch herself. Daring her…