Carnal Desire Ch 00 01

Author's Note

Greetings everyone! Welcome to my first attempt at writing a smut/futanari novel. As a writer, I personally like to have a story that builds up over a length of time towards the so called "good stuff" that we as readers like to read. So, if you're looking to have a quick read with smut that jumps right into it, then you have come to the wrong place. But if you are anything like me and like the build-up, then read on. I would like to apologize in advance if I don't post regularly but believe it or not, I do have a life or something that resembles one at the very least.

With that being said, if anyone has a problem with mature adult content, strong graphic sexual content, strong language, strong graphic descriptions, teacher/student relationships, futanari, lesbian and the every now then straight relationships, then this novel is NOT for you. So, I strongly suggest that you find alternate reading material to pass the time. This novel is for readers 18 years old and older. All characters are over the ages of 18 and are consenting adults in this novel. All names, character descriptions and character situations are purely from the authors twisted and perverse mind.

Please feel free to like/dislike or comment, but please keep it to a constructive criticism level. So, without further ado, I hope you all enjoy the things my twisted mind has in store for you. Happy reading everyone!!

TTFN

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Prologue

The moment I laid eyes on her I couldn't stop the sexual thoughts that plagued me, it was complete and utter torture not being able to act out my sexual urges with her. The worst part is, she knows I wanted to nothing more than to take her, bend her over on her desk and fuck her like there was no tomorrow. It was like my body needed her, craved her and once that feeling took over there was no turning back.

The worst part was, she knew what she did to me. Just like I knew what I did to her, what she wanted, what her body needed, what we both have been keeping at bay. Trying to hold ourselves back, knowing that we could never truly distance ourselves from the other. She knew I wanted nothing more than to take her, bend her over on her desk and fuck her like there's no tomorrow. I could tell she wanted it just as much as I did.

My cock hardened just thinking about it, I could feel it start to throb in my Gucci slacks. I tried to stop myself from thinking of all the things I could do to that enchanting body of hers. I had not other choice but to keep those thoughts in the back of my mind. Which always proved harder than I anticipated. It had never been easy when it came to her, she is my magnetic pull, she is the force that I can't escape. Like a fiend to a drug, I always came back for more, she is my addiction, I needed her like I needed air to breathe, I craved her in every way possible.

I looked at the clock, it was 2:41 p.m. I only had to endure this for 9 more minutes. 'I can do this', I thought to myself. I just had to not look at her, I decided to concentrate on my homework sitting on my desk. It isn't easy trying to ignore the object of my affection, it's taking everything I have not look up, to not give in to the temptation of my preverbal drug. It's hard to fathom that I wrestled with this feeling since the moment I stepped into her classroom. The utter agony that my appendage has to battle with as it fought to break free from its confines of my slacks.

I felt eyes staring at me and I couldn't help but to look up. Which was my first mistake, once our eyes connected, primal need took over. I gazed into her emerald colored orbs, where I saw lust and longing. I watched as she squirmed in her seat, closing her legs tight. I knew she was just as turned as I was. Just thinking about her wet pussy engulfing my cock made it twitch. I had to have my dick inside of her. I could feel my erection getting bigger, almost reaching its full potential of 10 ½ inches. She licked her lips then bit her lip as if she knew exactly what I was thinking. FUCK!! That turned me on even more. My member now throbbing at the anticipation of having its sweet release.

I imagined her naked, on her knees, my hands combing through her long straight dark brown hair. As I stared at her beautiful caramel colored skin, her juicy plump ass sticking out as I she sucked me off until I shot my load in her mouth. I could practically feel her deep throating my cock. It took everything I had to pull myself out of my sexual thoughts. But seeing those beautiful emerald orbs pulled me from my fantasy which I knew was about to come a reality.

We continued to stare at each other as if we were the only two people in the universe. As if we knew what the other was thinking, we knew what was going to happen once the bell rang and the rest of the students left the classroom. Just like the first time we laid eyes on one another. It was inevitable.

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Chapter One

*Two Months Earlier*

MondayAugust 31st

JORDAN

I laid in bed staring at the ceiling not wanting to get out of the comfort of my king-sized bed. My body ached all over, last nights workout at the gym was intense, but it did what it always did, which was to clear my mind of all negative thoughts and frustrations. Somehow, I willed myself out of bed in order to get ready for the first day of my senior year in High School. To say that I wasn't at all excited was an understatement. I hated school with a passion, mainly because it did very little to satiate my mind. The classes were too easy, I got bored with them quickly.

Don't get me wrong, it's not the learning part that I hate. On the contrary, I love to learn. My hatred is aimed towards the teachers lack-of passion to their craft. Which I never understood how someone could decide to want to be a teacher and then get completely bored with it. I mean seriously, it seems to me that teachers lost their passion for teaching. Although, there are the few exceptions. I guess I feel sorry for the ones who lost their way, maybe it was bound to happen. I'm sure some students don't make it easy either.

As far as my school goes, half of the teachers seem just as bored as the students. Which in turned caused me to get bored as well. Maybe in the end I was expecting too much. I know my classmates would probably despise me if I spoke about it freely. Not even my closest friends know that I secretly wanted to soak up as much knowledge as I could.

When I was 15, I had the option to take college courses, but I didn't because I didn't want any unwanted attention with my graduating class or college students for that matter. I just wanted to be normal as I could considering my extra appendage between my legs.

Not that I kept it a secret or anything. The kids at school know about it, but they don't seem to care or at least they act as if they don't seem to care about it.

I never really got bullied about it because of it. I guess it did help that I was into MMA fighting and knew Jujitsu, Tae Kwon Doe, Muay Thai, wrestling and boxing. It wasn't my idea to get involved with martial arts, my dad insisted upon it so I would know how to protect myself if anyone did try to bully me in school because I had a dick. I have to admit that I did love it. MMA fighting, I mean, not my dick. Well I guess my dick too, but that's besides the point. MMA quickly became one of my passions along with reading pretty much anything to stimulate my mind.

I looked at my phone and when I saw the time, I forced myself out of bed. I walked into my en-suit bathroom, took a shower, wrapped myself in a towel, brushed my teeth and brushed my short thick raven colored hair, deciding to go with the Just-got-out-of-bed look by running my fingers through it with a dollop of hair gel, only to have it return to its original place which was in my face. I turned my head to each side to check for any unwanted blemishes. I stared at the honey colored eyes looking back at me. Letting my thoughts drift to this past summer...I thought of her. The only woman to ever capture my heart the moment our eyes met. She was the only one that captivated my mind, heart, and soul. Very fairytale way to put it, I know, but it's true.

It took everything I had to walk away from her that day. I didn't want to let her go, but I knew I had to. We both had lives to get back to.

Mentally shaking my thoughts of her, I then proceeded to go into my room to pick out today's attire.

I don't dress like your average high school teenager, with the skinny jeans, brand name or band name sweaters with Vans or Converse shoes. Not that I'm knocking that style, I have dressed like that on occasion, but for me it's a very casual way to dress.

My chosen attire is business like clothing. Armani, Gucci, Versace, Prada, the list goes on. Now I know what you're thinking, or I can take a wild guess...and before you put me in a stereotypical box of a spoiled rich girl, let me gut check you real quick. I didn't always have it this good. The first 12 years of my life I grew up poor. It wasn't until I turned 13 that my dad's record company took off and started to generate millions of dollars.

Our house isn't some 20 plus room mansion, it's actually a rather modest home. Well modest for most Millionaires, a beautiful Victorian style home. With a wrap-around porch that my mom always dreamed of having. The house itself is very elegant in style. The interior of the home is somewhat modern, refurbished hardwood flooring, the living room is spacious enough that it fits our comfortable light gray U-shaped sofa and 70" plasma screen television. The open floor plan of the room leads into the kitchen, that is fit for a professional chef, with marble counter-tops and modern appliances.

Off to the right is the dining room, with a table that can easily seat 12 people. Amid the kitchen and dining room leads you into the back yard through the sliding glass door where there is a pool with a hot tub. Which I hardly ever use.

It's big enough, with 8 bedrooms, which serve their purposes. My parent's room, my room, both have their own en-suite bathroom. My adjoined bathroom actually used to be another bedroom, but my parent's split it in half to make a walk-in closet and bathroom. My mom and dad decided to give me an upgrade, I protested against it, but they insisted upon it because they wanted to give me an early 14th birthday present. Hard to believe that was 4 years ago.

Along with our rooms were 2 guest rooms that share a bathroom that are all located upstairs. We have a finished basement where the other 4 rooms are located. It's complete, with a library, movie theatre, gym, and a mini recording studio.

I walked into my closet and picked out a simple black pinstripe Armani women's business suit with all white long-sleeved button-down shirt. I decided to ditch the jacket, it seemed a bit much for the first day of school. I put on my black Armani wingtips, grabbed my backpack and walked downstairs to the kitchen.

I took a quick glance at my surroundings and noticed my parents weren't home. Hmmm...they must have stayed at the studio last night, which isn't out of the ordinary. I looked at my text messages on my phone and sure enough there was a text from my dad saying that they were going to be there all night.

Deciding that I wasn't that hungry, I grabbed an apple and a protein bar, then I made sure all of the doors were locked and then walked out the sliding door.

Our garage is probably one of the things that is ostentatious, it's able to hold up 12 cars, 4 of which are mine. My cars are like my babies, funny enough, they are pretty much the only things that would make me seem spoiled. Yeah, I have a thing for cars. Classics mostly.

As I walked to my blue 1978 Dodge Charger, I received a text from my best friend Kennedy.

"Hey papi, come swoop me up. My cars in the shop and I need a lift." I roll my eyes at her demanding tone. Yeah, I can tell by her text that she has an attitude already.

"Only if you ask nicely." I quickly reply, knowing full well that she won't.

"Just shut up and come and get me." I smirk at her reply.

"Awe, be still my heart. You know exactly how to whisper sweet nothings to me." I respond sarcastically. I send her another quick text. "I'll be there in few. You're lucky I love you." I smile as I shake my head and then get into my car. Just as I was about to pull out of the driveway another text comes through.

"That's a good girl, now be a good little bitch and come and pick me up." I chuckle as I read her text, sending her a text in response.

"Says the woman who doesn't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of. Keep it up and your ass can start kicking rocks." I start heading towards her house that's only 5 blocks away.

"You won this round, but this isn't over. Next time Gadget, next time. And BTW, I gots mad love for you too boo." Once again, I shake my head and smile at bestie.

Once I pull into her driveway Kennedy comes running out of her house, her shoulder length blonde hair blowing in the wind as she runs towards my car.

Kennedy's athletic build was due to her being the volleyball captain. She stood about 5'7", with slightly tanned skin which glistened in the morning sunlight. Kennedy is drop dead gorgeous and could have any guy she wants but she's never been the type to sleep around. By no means is she a virgin, she just has a strict taste in the guys she dates.

Kennedy opens the passenger door and gets in my car, her pink plaid short pleated skirt rides up a bit as she tries to get comfortable in the passenger seat, I notice she's wearing a pink v neck crop top as she throws her backpack in the back seat.

"Good morning mami." I greet her as I grin showing her my infamous lopsided grin.

"Good morning papi, how was your night?" she asked as she kissed me on my cheek. And no, we are not dating nor do we have those types of feelings for each other. We are and always will be strictly platonic. We just have a twisted friendship. It's been that way since the beginning.

"Not bad, went to work then went to the gym. Had a good workout, then went home and went to bed. You know, the usual. How was your night?" I reply as we come to stop at the traffic light.

"Did the whole Netflix and chill thing. Talked to Carter for a little bit." She replied trying to sound nonchalant, but I knew she was ecstatic on the inside.

Carter being her crush since Freshmen year, aside from being popular, Carter's actually not a jock as most would probably assume. He's actually the school's newspaper editor and photographer, made popular by his stunning good looks. The tall, dark and handsome type.

"So...anything interesting happen then?" I asked intrigued by this new-found development.

"No, not really. Just that he asked me to go out with him, like on a date." And just like that, Kennedy's smile couldn't be contained any longer.

"Congrats mami," I say smiling my big toothy grin. "I'm so happy for you. Kennedy Rollands finally bagging her dream guy." I say teasingly.

"Shut up and just drive papi." Kennedy looks ahead continuing to smile.

We pulled into the parking lot, grabbed our bags and got out. There's already students flooding the campus. Kennedy and I walk to the office to get our schedules. I look at classes which to me seem fairly easy. Calculus, Philosophy, AP Physics, Sociology, Latin, and AP English Literature and Composition. (Yeah, in that order.) Lucky for me I have a free period before my last class. This semester is going to be interesting to say the least.

Kennedy and I only had 2 classes together this semester, Calculus and AP English Literature and Composition. Well at least we have the same lunch. Thank God for small favors, am I right?

I go to my locker and as I start to put away the supplies I won't be needing today, one of our friends Cole comes walking up to us and greets us both with a hug.

"So did you guys hear that we're getting a new teacher this year?" He asks getting excited over someone he's never met.

"Yeah I heard, I also heard she's young and gorgeous." Kennedy replies just as excited. I swear, these 2 together feed off each other when it comes to gossip. They were worse than a group of women gossiping in a knitting circle. I mean, you would think that Cole was gay because of it.

Not only that the dudes style was always on point, I had to give it to him. Pompadour type haircut with a taper fade, dark blue skinny jeans, plain white t-shirt and plain white Air Force Ones. He has a strong muscular build, standing around 6'4", honey blonde hair, olive colored skin. I guess being the schools go to wide receiver helped with his athleticism.

As Cole and Kennedy continued their conversation, I sighed and feigned interest. I was curious on some level, but I didn't think much of it. I had other things occupying my mind at the moment.

Like the fact that I couldn't keep my mind from drifting back to this past summer and how I spent it in New York with my parents. I had never expected to find summer love, but I did. Thoughts of Sydney came rushing back, I smiled every time I thought of her. With her caramel colored skin, her long dark brown hair that went down to her perfectly plump ass, I had to bite my lip as I remembered her perky C-cup breasts, Sydney's curvaceous toned body was enough to make any man or woman want to ravage her.

I was the lucky one that got to take her practically every night since that fateful day. No words can truly describe the instant attraction that drew us closer together in more ways than one. We found it hard to keep our hands off of each other, to the point where we gave in to our carnal desires, it became a primal need to be together. Just thinking about it made me semi hard.

Just as my thoughts were beginning to drift towards more intimate memories, the warning bell rang bringing me out of my reverie. I closed my locker then grabbed my bag, Cole gave us a parting hug and rushed off to his first period class while Kennedy and I headed to ours.

Just as I predicted, my classes so far turned out to be fairly easy. Lunch time came and went, by then the entire school was in an uproar talking about the new AP English Lit and Comp teacher. You would think that no one ever saw a beautiful woman before. I decided to shrug it off and continue on with my day.

I had a free period before AP English Literature and Composition. I went to the library to do a little light reading to pass the time before my last class of the day. As I was getting to the good part in my book the bell rang signaling the end of 6th period. Slightly frustrated due to the interuption, I grabbed my backpack once again and then headed towards class.

Kennedy caught up with me near the school cafeteria and we walked the rest of the way together. When we made it to the classroom, we took the seats farthest in the back. Students continued to file in taking their seats, whispering to others their excitement to finally lay eyes on our school's newest teacher. I took a better look around my surroundings and didn't see the newest faculty member i.e. our teacher.

The warning bell rang and still no teacher. I rummaged through my bag and took out a notebook and pen. As I set the objects on my desk, I heard the clicking of heels echo throughout the hallway. The chatter of the students dissipated as our new teacher walked through the classroom door. All eyes fell on the Egyptian like Goddess that strolled elegantly to her desk.

Time seemed to stand still as the shock of a lifetime swept over every emotion and thought that I had. My mouth agape, a small gasp escaped me as I realized that this wasn't a dream at all. She must have heard me, because she turned her head at that exact moment and we locked eyes. Her mesmerizing emerald eyes widened in surprise as we both stared into the eyes of our summertime lover.