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but it was the third one that was kind of scary. Thinking about asking Mrs. Jones if he could write an erotic romance for his final paper was a lot easier than actually walking up to her and asking her in person. He wasn’t sure that he actually had the courage to do it. However, he kept remembering Crystal’s words that Mrs. Jones was a professional, and she would be able to handle it.
    The following morning Nicholas was up early with the thought that he was actually going to ask her. All she could say was no, but he knew, if she did, that it would be terribly embarrassing.
    Mrs. Jones had thought about nothing but Nicholas the entire evening. The wine only helped to calm her nerves because, in her imagination, she had already had sex with him. She couldn’t believe that she was really having those thoughts about a boy that was twenty-three years her junior. It was obvious though, that he wanted her in a most desperate way, and the mere thought of having sex with him got her juices flowing. She had to get that off her mind and stick to her professionalism.
    She drove to school the following morning with a lot of trepidation , wishing that she had told Nicholas not to ask his teacher if he could write an erotic story. Oh well, what’s done is done, she would just have to deal with it.
    As usual , Nick sat in the center of the front row hoping that Mrs. Jones would, at some point, sit down at her desk. She was wearing her usual tight skirt, high heels with a button down blouse with just a whisper of her cleavage showing. His breath quickened just thinking about how beautiful she was.
    He didn’ t care how much older she was. He wanted to be with her, in the worst way, but he knew that it would never really happen. He could dream, however. After all it was his fantasy and isn’t that what erotic romance was all about, he wondered. Unfortunately, Mrs. Jones did not sit down the entire period. She stayed at the blackboard the entire time.
    She was self-conscious the entire period as she gave her lesson for the day. Now, the problem was that she knew what he was thinking, and she didn’t think she could face him with such a short distance separating the two of them. She knew he was praying that she would sit down and part her legs for him. There was no way she would be able to stand up to the heat of his gaze or the lust that she now knew was in his eyes.
    She felt flush knowing what he wanted to do to her. Her panties were actually getting wet during her lecture. Get a grip, she said, to herself, trying to get the thought of her taking his hard cock in her mouth, and swallowing his seed out of her mind. Think about something else, Mark fucking Twain, anything.
    “Okay class , that’s it for today, I don’t think that it will hurt if we break five minutes early,” she announced. The fact was that she couldn’t take any more.
    She was relieved as her students started filing out of the room. She turned after cleaning the blackboard to see that Nicholas was still sitting at his desk. Oh boy, here it comes, she thought, as she felt her knees getting weak.
    “Yes , Nicholas, is there something that I can do for you?” she asked, afraid that he was going to blurt out something to the effect that he wanted write a short romance story about him fucking his creative writing teacher.
    “Y … yes, Mrs. Jones, I … I was wondering if there was somewhere we could talk, in private, that is,” he asked, barely managing to get it out.
    “Well , we have to leave this classroom because the next class will be arriving in a few minutes, and I don’t have an office because I only teach part time,” she replied.
    “Okay , Mrs. Jones, I was just thinking about something, it’s not really that important. Thanks anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, waving to her.
    She fel t terrible. After all, it was Cristal who told him to confide his feelings in her, and she should have the guts to carry it through.
    “Nicholas, wait,”