Teaching Love

Hello again! Sorry for the delay in this chapter. It wasn't one of the more interesting, but it was necessary to set the stage. I don't feel very much happened in this chapter even then it was seven pages in word.

Next chapter should be much more interesting. Perhaps a sex scene if all goes well with my muse.

Reviews are always loved! And if people want to tell me what type of kink they'd like to see Phyllis and Mr. Rice do feel free to leave a comment about.

Hope you enjoy!

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“Where have you been?” A snap female voice demanded as I walked in through the door, comparable to a lawyer doing a cross examination. Oooooh boy. This was going to be fun.

Yet, I couldn’t get my silly grin off my face. “Mommy!”

She was a rather tall, thin and willowy woman with auburn hair in a strict bun and stormy grey blue eyes framed by stylish frames. I’d like to make the joke that mom looks like a hot librarian, but the joke is lost because my parents started to date when mom was working part time as a librarian. My mother commands respect and immediate obedience though, and to go against her equals eternal pain and suffering.

She blinks several times at me. “You were doing drugs, weren’t you?”

I stare at her for a long moment before I can’t stop myself from laughing. I’m clutching the door frame in an attempt not to fall on the floor.

“I seriously doubt he was on drugs. Just for the simple reason I doubt he’d be able to make it home if he was.” My dad decides to pipe in.

My mother rounds on him. “This is normal behavior?!”

Dad snickers. “For our son it is.”

I wipe my eyes as I finally manage to stop laughing. I meet my mom’s skeptical glare. “I didn’t do any drugs. Promise.” I’m still smiling.

She glances at Dad and accuses. “He’s your son.”

“Really? He’s a control freak like you and has the same creepy “I can see through you” eyes.” Dad argues. Just for the sake of arguing and getting my mom riled up. Then he gives me a wink as a sign.

My dad is awesome. I grin happily as I dart up to my room, but slow down when I’m acutely reminded by a dull throb that I’m sore. Normally my dad likes to see me suffer, so he must want me to do something if he’s distracting mom for me. Oh well, I’ll just count myself lucky.

I pause at my door and sidetrack to the bathroom instead. I feel slightly dirty. I turn on the shower and turn it on hot before striping down.

I glance at the mirror while I’m stuck waiting for the shower to heat up. Hmmm, Mr. Rice didn’t leave any hickies. Part of me likes the idea of hickies, the other part hates it. It’s like a mark of possession. And Mr. Rice doesn’t own me, but there’s something kinky about someone trying to possess you.

I give the rest of me a quick once over. I’m short and scrawny, and my hair turned out to be a dirty blonde from my dad. Like my dad said I got my mom’s eyes. The same stormy blue.

I stick my tongue out at the image and hop in the shower.

I moan out in pleasure as the hot water runs over my body. Showers are wonderful. My body goes into automatic and grabs the soap to start scrubbing.

I replay the events in my mind. Some part of me acknowledges there are some weird things that need closer inspection, but I find myself too tired to focus.

I opt to not bother to wash my hair. My hair isn’t oily so it’ll be fine. Plus, I’m betting I’ll have to take a shower in the morning again anyways. Sucks to be a guy sometimes. Just sometimes. I turn off the shower and grab a towel. I can still hear my parents bickering. I smile slightly and dry myself off.

I walk to my room and toss on a pair of boxers before falling into bed. I crawl under the sheets before closing my eyes and crashing.

I groan as I slowly come to. There’s this really really annoying poking on my face. I hope one eye to glare at whatever it is. Oh. It’s my dad.

I swat at you hand. “Go away.” I roll away from his poking finger and turn my back at him.

“You owe me.” He said with unconcealed glee. My dad is way to0 excited. I glance over my shoulder at him warily.

He’s grinning. “Come on. Spill.”

“About what?” Usually my dad doesn’t care what I was doing. I sit up more and glance at my clock.

It’s six o’clock. I rub my eyes. Hell.

“About how you finally lost your virginity!” He slaps me on the back like only a proud parent would do.

“What makes you think I lost anything?” I snap. This isn’t good. Maybe he knows about me and Mr. Rice? Hopefully not. Then again he’s not upset either.

My dad sits on my bed and grins. “You had this shit-eating grin that only people who finally got laid could possible have. Don’t bother denying it. Who was she?”

Hahahaha. She. Dad you’re a riot. At least he doesn’t know about Mr. Rice. And I’m not going to tell him.

“Come on Dad. It’s just weird to talk about this to a married man who screws the same woman every night.” I joke playful to try and get him to drop it.

I get a smack over the head for my comment. “Cute. Come on, it’s a huge achievement in a boy’s life! It needs to be properly bragged about and cherished!”

How the hell did a guy like this bag a woman like my mom? Maybe my mom is actually a sex freak in bed. I shudder at the thought.

“Um. Don’t want to talk about it Dad.” I try to convince him. Because I’m not a hundred percentage sure even I could lie about me screwing a girl.

Dad looks away. “Fine. I’ll just tell your mom her little boy went out and screwed some girl unprotected and we’re going to have grandchildren…”

Oh God. I’d be under house arrest. I’d have to get a job. “I’ll spill!” Even if Dad lies, Mom would half way believe it when he’s lying about me. It’s like having an older brother who actually carries full authority.

Dad turns back with a huge grin. “Thought you’d agree.”

Here we go! “Um, so… I didn’t get her name. You see, she’s a lot older then me. Not mom old! Like out of college old. She was attractive though. She had curly blond hair, and a nice set of jugs.” I try mimicking what I’ve heard other guys say. It just sounds weird. “She apparently liked them young, and well… it was sex with out strings. So I agreed and we went to a love hotel.”

My dad can’t be believing this, but he’s listening very carefully so I assume I have to continue. “We get to the hotel and we play a kinky game of student and teacher. She rode me.” I look away with my cheeks blushing. Because while I’m talking, I’m imaging me and Mr. Rice.

“You used a condom right?” My dad interrupts. I quickly nod. “Good story. I guess I’ll back off if you don’t really want to tell me the truth.” My dad stands with a grin and ruffles my hair.

“It’s the truth.” I try to insist. I’ll never understand how my dad can tell I’m lying. He always can though.

“Uh huh. So is she your girlfriend or was it really just a one night stand?”

I stare at my hands. “Um. Complicated sex only relationship. Maybe.” I wince. I just realized that we didn’t really establish that we were going to do it again.

I don’t know what he wants from me. I don’t know what to expect. And I just realized that his actions don’t even make remote sense for me to do. They’re almost contradicting the Mr. Rice I’ve seen.

“That big of a mess? Well. If you need an ear I’ll always lend you one.” My dad smiles softly before walking out.

I flop down on the bed. Okay. What’s a guy that seems straight, who is usually calm, collect, happy, and upstanding citizen, doing a male student? One moment Mr. Rice is one person. The next he’s completely different.

In control and reasonable, out of control and embarrassed, out of control but domineering, in control and manipulative.

That’s not normal. I stare up at the ceiling and rewind all the events through my mind. Okay. So. He seems easily flustered by sex? Or easily flustered when he’s caught off guard? That might be more it. That’s a normal reaction. I can understand that. I could have predicted that.

He’s obviously had sex before. And he was very familiar about what to do with a guy during sex. He also wasn’t as awkward as he should have been. So that suggests that Mr. Rice has to be at least bi and has had gay sex before. Right?

Based on the fact he was talking about control and disciplinary actions for me, he had sex with me because it gives that over me. I can see the logic in that. He wants to be able to make me behave. But what kind of teacher would accept having sex with their student just to be able to control him?

I’m stumped by that so I drop it. Okay. Whenever I tried to be in control during sex he’d quickly take over. He dislikes not being in control. Okay, so he’s a control freak. I can understand that.

He’s a good person. And a stickler for rules if how he teaches is anything to go on. So why would he risk his job and getting jail time for control?

I growl in frustration and get up. His actions are weird. Weird weird weird! They just don’t make sense to me. So, I’m going to the source. I glance at the clock.

If I hurry up, I can be one of the first students and talk to Mr. Rice. I want some answers. I wince slightly as the soreness seems more set in now. I guess I’ll be lying through my teeth about why I’m limping.

Walking to school is less then fun, but at least not many people are around to stare at my limp that I’m trying to hide.

I make my way to Mr. Rice’s room, where the door is already opened. That man wakes up way to early. I glance into the room to see Mr. Rice at his desk working.

I walk in and close the door behind me. He doesn’t even glance up from the papers. I feel rather pissed at that fact. Is he just going to ignore me again? He’s the one that made the deal!

I storm over to him. Well, as well as one can storm when their ass is sore and are forced to limp. “Don’t ignore me.”

He glances at me. “Are you alright?” There’s a look of guilt in his eyes and a clear look of hesitancy. Like he regrets last night. I mentally store this reaction to analysis later.

“I’m fine.” I can’t be angry at him when he’s like this. He looks skittish. So he is battling with his conscious. So the question is what made me override his conscious last night? Unfortunately, right now doesn’t seem like the time to press it. I have a feeling if I did he’d end the whole thing. I don’t want that.

Damnit.

“I’m glad to hear that. Though, I don’t really believe it with that limp.” He comments flatly.

I cross my arms. “That? I got it because this stupid kid ran into with his bike. I accidentally tried to look behind me when he did and ended up twisting and landing on my ankle funny.” I lie through my teeth, daring him to call me on it.

“Liar.” He does without hesitation.

“Am not. You shouldn’t call others names.” I smirk arrogantly.

He give me a mildly annoyed look before smiling brightly as he reaches into his bag. “Here.”

I give him a confused look as I take a stack of papers from him. “Huh?”

“That’s all your homework you’ve failed to turn in.” He’s returned to his paperwork again.

I scrunch my nose at it. “Oh. Why the hell are you doing give me this? I’m not going to do them.” I toss them back on his desk.

He glances up at me. “Yes. You are. That’s part of the deal.”

The bastard is trying to make me do homework? I stare at him. That whole deal was to make me do my homework? You’ve got to be kidding. What kind of guy would want that?!

“You’re joking.” I state flatly. He has to be. He could ask for all sorts of kinky things and he just wants me to do my homework?

“No. I’m not. And you need to catch up on your homework in other classes. And keep with it. If you don’t like it then we’ll just end it.” He states flatly.

He is not in control! He can’t do this. He can’t. “I could rat you out to the principal. The police. I could get you into so much trouble.”

He pauses and looks up at me with a mixed an expression. He looked guilty while at the same a stubborn. “If you choose to do so, then I can’t stop you. That is your decision.”

There was a tense silence for a long moment. I see. If at any time I want out, I can get out. If he hurts me, I have a way of revenge. He’s not a bad guy. Just by society standards he is.

I grab the stack of papers with disgust as I way how much I want to continue this ‘relationship’. I stare at him.

I lean forward and grab his tie with my free hand. I once again jerk him into a kiss. It’s a little awkward with me leaned over like I am, but when he kisses me back softly I find myself not caring.

After a moment he pulls back and tugs my hand off his tie before fixing it. “You shouldn’t do that here.”

There’s a small blush on his cheeks even as he tries to pretend that it didn’t happen.

I still want him.

I sigh. “When can we again?”

“Are you going to do your homework?” He asks.

I grumble a few curses under my breath before answering. “Yeah.”

“We can try for Saturday morning.” He grimaces. “We’ll have to talk about how handle this.”

I nod. I could hear the unspoken part of it. ‘So we don’t get caught.’ It makes me excited. It’s like a love affair. Always in secret. Stolen moments of pleasures.

“You’re thinking something perverted.” He snorted in amusement.

I grin at him. I must have had a pretty lecherous grin for him to say that. “Yep! Later Mr. Rice!”

Even though I’m stuck with a huge stack of homework, I’m still slightly giddy as I walk out into the hall.

Before my mood drops when I realized I didn’t get any answers to my questions. “Aw, crap.” I scowl slightly. I’ll just have to aim to find out more on Saturday.

Rather amazing though. One person could turn my whole life from being boring to living on the edge. From me having no interest in anything to being curious about him. It scared me slightly that I allowed him so much power over me and my life, but it’s a game now.

A game of control and influence. Right now I’m at a disadvantage. I’m having to play catch up to him. But maybe not as much as one would think. He’s having to risk a lot to have that control over me.

It’s thrilling, and at this moment there’s nothing I’d want more.

Except it without the homework.