Izzy Reeves couldn’t sleep, she could still feel Mr James’ hands on her skin, his breath on her face, his lips on breasts; she wasn’t a virgin anymore. She had never imagined that her dreams would come true, that it would be Mr James’ who turned her into an adult. She had constant butterflies in her stomach, she just wanted to touch him again, for him to touch her again but what if he didn’t want to? What if he regretted it? What if he couldn’t face her, what if she couldn’t look him in the eye? What if he didn’t love her back? Ben James couldn’t sleep either, his heart hadn’t stopped racing since that first touch of Izzy’s face. When he closed his eyes all he could see was her; her creamy skin, her soft pink lips, her half closed green eyes as she came. But he was no longer in his classroom, he was in his bedroom with his wife Clara lying by his side, his wife who he hadn’t been able to look at all evening. He told her he wasn’t feeling too well when he came home, mumbling something about palpitations; possibly something to do with caffeine. It wasn’t technically a lie, his heart was racing. The guilt racked through him, but then he closed his eyes and went back to his desk, tracing every inch of Izzy with his lips. Isabel, his little ally; he wouldn’t swap that feeling for anything and he couldn’t wait to feel it again. But what if someone found out? What if almanbahis someone had caught them? What if she regretted the whole thing? What if she told on him? She was legal but he could still lose his job. Worse what if Izzy didn’t feel the same way? The next day at school they were both on edge; they had both spend the night going back and forth between fantasy and nightmare. Izzy walked through the hall with her head down as usual, as she came up to Mr James’ room her heart was beating so fast she was sure everyone could hear it. Ben saw her coming, he told himself he wasn’t waiting for her; he was just in the hall like every other morning keeping an eye out for trouble. Their eyes met, Izzy smiled turning a shade of pink, Ben smiled and nodded his head at her slightly. Then they knew; they were on the same wave length. Getting to third period was agony for them both. Getting through third period was even worse. Spending an hour in the same room without being able to touch? Ben found it hard not to return Izzy’s stares. Thankfully after third period came first break, Izzy hung back with a ‘question.’ The door banged shut after the class filed out; the tension was high. Ben stood awkwardly behind his desk with his hands in his pockets, Izzy held her books in front of her, now they were alone she couldn’t look at him, she glanced at the desk and instantly almanbahis yeni giriş went bright red and half turned away. ‘Izz, er, are you ok?’ ‘Fine, I’m Fine,’ ‘Fine. The word that means nothing…’ ‘.. but says everything,’ Izzy finished for him. She finally looked him in the eye, those deep green eyes. Ben walked round the desk purposefully and took Izzy’s face in his hands and kissed her. A long, soft, passionate kiss. Izzy let out a long sigh. ‘I thought that might never happen again,’ she whispered. ‘Me too.’ Ben said truthfully, he looked at her closely, taking in her beauty. He took a deep breath ‘Izz we need to talk about this.’ ‘I knew it,’ she took a step back, the smile dropping from her face. ‘Not that, Izzy, not that,’ he stepped towards her again, but she kept her head down, ‘I’m your teacher, however much I enjoyed what happened yesterday, it shouldn’t have happened.’ Izzy snapped her head up, her eyes even greener on the verge of tears. ‘Izz listen to me, I’m not ending this, I’m just saying we have to be careful,’ he trailed his fingers down her arm to hand, he drew her to him. ‘Isabel, I couldn’t end this even if I wanted too.’ She buried her head into his shoulder; he kissed the top of her head; the moment felt like an eternity and an instant. They jumped apart as the bell went. ‘Lunch, here’ He mouthed at her as she almanbahis giriş walked out of the room. Izzy spent the next hour thinking of all the ways she could make sure Mr James would never let the teacher student thing become an issue. She had to be sexy. Ben felt his cock twitch in anticipation when the lunch bell sounded, although he sure hadn’t anticipated what Izzy had in store for him. Making sure the coast was clear, Izzy swiftly shut the door, closed the blinds and locked the bolt. Ben was sat in his chair, he just smiled. Izzy walked up in front of his desk, not saying anything she tucked a stray curl behind her ear and traced her finger down her cheek, she slipped her finger slowly into her mouth, biting her nail teasingly never breaking eye contact with Mr James. She continued to trail her hand down her neck, lightly touching her collarbone and making her way down to her more than ample breasts. Ben’s cock was hardening, his breath quickening. When Izzy’s hand reached into her bra he thought his heart was going to pump out of his chest. When she pulled out some black lace he was puzzled for a moment. Izzy tilted her head slightly, letting out a small laugh at his confusion; she bit her lip, slowly uncurled her hand and let her lace thong drop on to his desk. The desk she lost her virginity on just last night. Ben gasped, he wanted to leap up from the chair and reach his hand up her skirt to see if those panties meant what they thought they meant but something told him to stay where he was, Izzy obviously had something planned. She moved round the desk slowly, unbuttoning her shirt as went.