This is a story about a student and his teacher. All characters are over the age of 18. The events described are entirely fictional. The author does not condone such activity in real life. It's just a story; if you don't like such topics, please do not read.
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Danny had managed to sneak quietly into the basement. It had been easy enough amongst all the boxes, old furniture, and bookcases to find a spot to hide. So for a while, he had just stood and watched his lovely English teacher, Miss Anderson. He felt relatively safe there as he had managed to lock them both in. The school holidays had just started, so this was probably unnecessary. The building was empty, but it was better to be safe. He had no idea how this would go, but the extra security would undoubtedly help him relax. At least with a locked door and both sets of keys in their possession, an unexpected visitor was one less thing to worry about.
After all Danny's careful planning, it had been a great relief to see Miss Anderson was where she had written that she would be. It was odd, though, how the colors of her outfit were different. This was a shame, but the flowery blouse, short skirt, and heels were accurate enough. All the boys agreed their English teacher had the best legs in the school and today's outfit showed them off beautifully. Danny could have watched her all afternoon, but he knew he needed to act before she finished or discovered him.
Carefully Danny backtracked up the stairs moving as quietly as he could. At the top, he sent a quick text and then went back down to the basement, hoping this would convince her he had just arrived. First, he made sure his footsteps were loud, and then he stepped smartly into view so Miss Anderson could not help but realize he was there.
"How goes the sorting out, Miss Anderson?" He said with what he hoped was a cheerful, casual tone.
"Danny! Danny?" Miss Anderson said guilty, jumping with what she hoped he would think was surprise! "What are you doing down here?" Danny was one of her best students but also athletic and good-looking; the latter meant his presence immediately made the young teacher uncomfortable. Also, something about his posture conveyed suppressed energy: nerves or excitement she could not tell, but it was enough to make her feel unsure. "I thought everyone had left for the holidays," she said, trying to hide her disquiet.
"I thought maybe I could assist you," Danny replied, "or should I say, Desperate Teachers." He stopped for a moment to let his words sink in. "And this, I believe, is where you wanted the help!" Danny waved his hands theatrically to indicate he meant the basement. Miss Anderson turned away, but Danny could see that her whole body had sagged. As though someone had taken all the air out of a ballon. He smiled as she put some files onto a shelf; this attempt to act as though nothing was happening would not have fooled anyone.
For a start, her hands were now shaking. Danny made himself stay silent; it was important Miss Anderson spoke next. She turned away from the bookshelf and also Danny.
"I'm swamped, Danny," she said curtly, "I have no time now, and you should go home. I'll see you after the holidays." She said the second sentence so quickly that her nervousness was unmistakable. "No!" She gasped. Danny had placed some papers on the table in front of her. The thing that struck her immediately was the large logo that said "Literotica." She turned and looked at Danny, who smiled back at her.
"You don't have to be the desperate teachers anymore," he said. "I can help." Miss Anderson was stunned by hearing her Literotica user name. This was confirmation of what she had already begun to fear and had always dreaded. Discovery!
"It's okay," he said, "I am going to give you what you want. What you asked for!" He reached out and held her. Miss Anderson did not move other than shaking slightly as he had already seen her hands doing. As he stepped back, her head dropped.
She stood limply as Danny undid and removed the belt around her waist before tossing it away. Miss Anderson's mind was reeling, so she barely noticed what was happening at first. After disposing of her belt, Danny began to undo the buttons of her blouse. His fingers moved calmly and deftly down the front of her shirt. This brought her back to reality. However, she was still paralyzed by the uncertainty of what she should do. Her only reaction was to close her eyes as Danny pulled her blouse open, exposing her breasts to him.
"No bra," he said approvingly. "Very nice and, of course, accurate." He stroked each mound of flesh gently in turn. Her nipples were already hard. "Just like you wrote, although you should put more about how lovely your tits are." Those words sent her mind reeling; of course, he was following one of her stories. Oh god, it was the one she had written about today but had not yet published. How the hell how he got hold of it? The draft section of the site, she realized. But that meant! That meant he had access to all of her stories. And Jesus, he was trying to act this one out! That thought both terrified and thrilled Miss Anderson.
Trying to ignore the sensations of excitement growing inside her, Miss Anderson told herself to pull herself together and to stop this.
"Danny, I don't know what you have read or imagined you have read, but this has to stop," Miss Anderson said. Their eyes met in a long stare. But it was the teacher who looked away first, unable to hold his gaze when she knew she was the one not being honest. "Leave now, and let's forget this ever happened." She added lamely. But he just smiled.
"Come here," he said, and Danny pulled her towards him, and suddenly they were kissing long and passionately. Excitement coursed through Miss Anderson's body, and her mouth responded eagerly to Danny's.
"I know precisely what you want," he whispered. Miss Anderson, though was considering that she had not done justice in her story to how well Danny could kiss. His mouth slowly slid off to the side, running down the line of her chin and then onto her neck. Miss Anderson made another effort to stop this. "Danny, stop; someone may come in." But as he continued to kiss her, he told her triumphantly about the keys and the locked door.
"Come on; you know you want this and me," Danny said. His hands came up to either side of her breasts, and for a moment, Miss Anderson leaned back a little and stared at him. Frustration grew in Miss Anderson that she could not deny the stories being hers. She was trapped. It was apparent Danny had the evidence even if she did not know how he had got it. At the same time, her mind groaned with embarrassment at how accurately she had described him in her stories, how this one so clearly laid out her desire for him. The frustration resulted in her lashing out.
