Forbidden Fantasies

Full Summary:

Most people always wanted to know the story between Dylan Carter, a teacher at my school and myself. That day when we were alone in his portable…was the best and worst day of my life. Here is the story, nothing is left out and it’s all my thoughts and true feelings. What you wish to judge me for is your own and what you decide is right or wrong is as well. But know our feelings were true and pure and our intentions nothing but good ones. So here is our story….

A/N Only some of this actually happened..

Disclaimer: Do I need one?lol I own Meghan and kinda own Mr.C….he’s my sex slave. LMFAO




The halls were silent as I ran out of the school to the outdoor classrooms; portables. The school was too small to be able to fit all the students so some unlucky bastards got portables, I was one of them.

I was late again, mostly because I had woken up late. I knew that it was no excuse and just hoped that I wouldn’t get another detention for it. That was all I needed, I was 19 and still in grade twelve, lets add a detention to that.

I looked around outside for any of my friends but as I had already expected, there was no one. It was dark and cloudy outside, terrible weather. There was slight wind and it chilled you slightly when it hit you.

Just as I reached the first set of portables it began to drizzle. My auburn hair began to darken, as it got wetter, I groaned in frustration. As much as I loved my hair colour, common colour and all, I hated it wet. It was so heavy and weird. My hazel eyes darkened when I noticed there were no lights on in Portable 7, my French class. I climbed up the steps and tried the door,

“LOCKED?! Dammit! Come on!”

I looked through the window and saw it was empty,

“Oh shit! I totally forgot there was a field trip today!!” I sat down at the steps and rubbed my face in my hands, and it was then that a torrential downpour began. I immediately felt the rain soak my pink t-shirt and jeans. Feeling really blue about how my morning began I began to cry out in frustration. Tears mixed with the bitter rain and I knew I should probably go back inside the school before I caught a nasty cold. Only as I finished my thought, it had stopped raining, or not.

I looked up and saw a large black umbrella above my head and under it stood the teacher from across the way; Mr. Carter. He was a young new teacher maybe 5 years older than me; he had short, light brown hair and baby blue eyes, a definite hottie in my book. He taught English and from previous encounters, I knew it was his spare class 1rst period and second period his class was not scheduled to show today due to an indoors activity.

“Hi Sir.” I spoke softly; slightly embarrassed that he had seen me cry. He smiled at me and held out his hand, I took it without hesitation; I needed a little comfort right now. I noticed his hand was soft but still rough like a mans hand would be; I didn’t want to let go of him for some reason. It was a strange feeling in my heart while I descended the steep wooden steps from the portable, still holding my hand so I wouldn’t slip and fall.

“Come on, we can’t have you sitting in this storm all alone, can we?” I shook my head and followed him across the gravel path to the other portable. It was warm and cozy which was so nice considering I was very cold and wet.

“So tell me, why were you late for French?” Mr. Carter asked, shaking then closing his umbrella and going to his desk. I shivered and closed the door; I put my arms across my chest to hide any nippy noodle incidents threatening to emerge.

“I slept in late.” It was a simple but honest answer. And another honest thing was how terribly sinful he looked right now. His hair was wet and curling slightly and his blue eyes shone with mirth at my answer, and his clothes, his clothes were slightly sticking to his chest and arms, which I could see were well shaped. He smiled again and sat back on his chair then put his feet up on his desk,

“Well at least you’re honest about it. So they re on that field trip for two periods and you are stuck here with me. Wonderful isn’t it?” Mr. Carter laughed and ran his hand through his hair. I laughed too, more out of nervousness though.

“Well come sit down. Don’t stand there all day.” I did as I was told and sat in a desk near his. He turned on the radio to the Hot station and we both listened in silence. It had now grown awkward for whatever reason, it wasn’t like a student and some teacher in a classroom now it was a girl and guy in a room alone together and I was confused about how to handle it.

“Look since we’ll be here awhile, I don’t feel old enough to be called Mr, I never have but it’s protocol or whatever, so while we are chillin’ here, just call me Dylan ok…uhhh…?”

“Meghan.”

“I knew that, or at least I did. I always call you Porter. I can never remember names well.”

“Teachers are bad for that so don’t feel guilty. I’m used to it.” He shook his head and smiled at me.

“I’m just Dylan until lunch, then I’m a teacher again.” I nodded and felt a little more at ease. I wanted to hug him; he was just so cute and sweet! But I knew that was wrong, even if he was almost my age. What were the rules for that? I mean he was pretty much my ages just add 5 years. Just because he was a teacher did that mean we couldn’t have anything going on? He wasn’t MY teacher.

“ Well…Dylan…wow that’s weird.” I laughed at the sound of his name coming from my mouth. He looked at me seriously and got up. I watched him move over to the desk next to me and then sit down. “This is more like it.” He sighed putting his arms behind his head and closing his eyes.

“I really hate that desk, it’s so rigid and cold.” His eyes were still closed; this gave me an opportunity to look at him better. He really was a gorgeous man. His eyelashes were long and curled, his mouth small but kissable. His face was screaming to be caressed and if it hadn’t been for the fact that I was cold I would have done just that. His body was lean and acceptably muscular and I noticed that he had a tattoo on his right inner bicep. I raised my eyebrows at this but said nothing.

I had known him for a little less that a year, we spoke in the halls between class and whenever we saw each other. It was fun and always cheered me up. He opened his eyes and glanced at me, giving me large toothy grin.

“You look a little cold.” I looked down at my self; I hadn’t noticed I was shivering. He got up out of the desk and went to a large duffle bag beside his desk.

“ I have my gym shorts and a T-shirt if you’d like to change into something dry?” I gave him a disgusted look,
“They’re clean honest.” He chuckled and handed me the black shorts and white t-shirt, they’d definitely be big on me but at least they were dry.

I gave him an expecting look and he just stared at me. I then cleared my throat, and then he got the point and turned around. I peeled off my wet t-shirt and jeans yipping slightly as the cool air hit my damp skin. “Are you ok?” Dylan asked still turned around.

“I’m fine just got some cold air is all.” I heard him chuckle as I put on the shorts and t-shirt.

“Ok I’m done.” I folded the wet clothes and placed them on a desk, “ Thanks for the clothes ill wash them and return them tomorrow.”

He shrugged his shoulders and sat back down at the desk. I wasn’t all that sure what to do now, I mean I was standing there in front of Mr. Carter in his shorts and his t-shirt, which might I add were very comfortable.

When I looked back at him he was staring at me, not as if to say ‘ will you sit down already?’. It was more of a heated stare. Like something was bothering him, or someone. Was I being annoying?

He stood up again and walked over to me. His blue eyes still held the same look, and it was beginning to unnerve me.

“Is something wrong?”

I had to know. I was going be in here for another two hours and if he kept looking at me like I might go crazy. He didn’t answer me but instead came face to face with me…well kind of. He was much taller so he was looking down. I kept my gaze focussed on his and prepared myself for whatever was to come.

“Want to play cards?” I sighed in relief and nodded.



We had been playing cards for a little less than an hour and I was beginning to get bored, I think he was too. Neither of us really cared who won anymore; we just started over another game.

“So what do you want to do now?” I asked pulling my hair out of a ponytail. It was still soak and wet. I stood up and bent over flinging my hair upside down, with a little bit of trouble I began to gather it into a ponytail.

“Stop.” It was Dylan of course, but why did he want me to stop?

“I like your hair down.” Oh, ok… this had just turned weird. I stood upright and stared at him transfixed.

“Ummm ok. Well thanks.” I fixed my hair the best I could and smiled at him. He smiled and laid his head back as I sat back next to him. He actually looked comfortable. It wasn’t for another few minutes when I realized his eyes were closed and he seemed to be sleeping.

*Narrator POV *

She stared at him for a few moments; she wanted to touch him so badly. Finally she gave ina dn gathered enough courage to do it.

Sighing softly, she brushed Dylan’s hair out of his eyes. He was sleeping peacefully as far as she could see. She watched him silently and admired him. But then she couldn’t seem to stop herself as she traced his features with one finger. What was coming over her? This was a teacher!

She gently ran her fingertip over his eyebrows before running it down the slope of his nose. She ran the backs of her fingers over his left cheek marvelling at the softness of his skin, aside from his slight 5oclock shadow. Weren’t guys supposed to have rough skin? Her eyes fell on Dylan’s parted lips. If his cheeks were this soft, how soft were his lips?

She slowly reached out with one finger and hesitated just before making contact. She slowly pulled her hand back. What was she doing? He was a teacher and well he was a teacher! And here she was feeling his skin while he slept!

“Don’t stop.”

The soft whisper made Meghan jump. She met his eyes. They were barely open.

He smiled softly before repeating his first words. “Don’t stop. That felt nice, calming to be honest.”

“Oh-Kay.” Meghan whispered as she again began to trail her fingers over his face. Both Dylan and Meghan sighed softly. Dylan smiled gently as his eyes closed again. Meghan lost her self in the pattern of her finger’s strokes. She gently ran the fingers of her other hand through Dylan’s hair.


Dylan sighed as Meghan’s fingers continued to soothe him. He focused on their gentle touch letting his stress and worries of life fade from his mind. Whether it was the peace and quiet of her rhythmic breathing or rainfall tapping against the portable, whatever it was began to lull him into a trancelike state.

Dylan scooted closer to Meghan’s warmth as her fingers slowed. He cracked his eyes open. Meghan was studying his hair as she ran her fingers through it. His gaze slowly traveled over her gentle features, lowering as they went. His eyes were almost completely shut when he paused on her lips. How badly he wanted to touch them, so soft looking, pink and cute. But he wasn’t or couldn’t. She was a student, he a teacher.

But if it was so wrong, then why did this all feel so right?



A/N : First Part in 3-4 I think….

I know some of you may find this sick and disgusting but you have to keep in mind, Meghan is 19 and Dylan is 24…so technically that’s ok. And as for the whole being a teacher, well….you can’t deny the dirty thoughts you’ve had when a new very hot and young teacher comes into your life. Lol BTW this is Not a totally true story. Only some it is….i will tell you what at the very end….*evil laugh*