Chapter 102: Chapter 101

The weekend had passed and school was back in session. The day had continued without too much problem, but after finishing class, my teacher had given me the look. This was the look that said I needed to stay after class so she could get her rocks off on my cock. She first had taken a phone call, sending me to her back room where we frequently engaged in each other while she spoke to someone angrily on the phone. I waited in the room for her to finish her conversation, trying to come up with the right words.

I couldn’t hear Diana’s conversation, but she sounded somewhat annoyed. Before I could get a word out, she had hung up, entered the room, and shut the door roughly with a thud. Then, she turned to me with a horny look in her eyes.

“Pull out your cock.” Diana declared as she locked the door behind her, the cellphone gripped tightly in her hand.   

We didn’t meet for sex every day after school, but it wasn’t uncommon that after a weekend apart from that she’d come in horny and starving for dick. Once she got what she wanted, she’d leave me alone for a few days, but then when her horniness returned, she’d always be back.

Normally, I would have just whipped it out and played with her a bit. Our sessions lacked a bit in the romantic department. She had once finished and then kicked me out before I finished, but usually, it was a fun ride and I’d get to finish in or on her. Plus, it guaranteed me good grades, so it seemed to be a relationship toward everyone’s advantage. I struggled in some classes like history, where everything was just a bit off. This was the one class I was doing the best in, and it was enough to keep my mom off my back about my grades. Yet, my good grade was entirely earned because I had started an affair with the teacher.

I had first done it just to see if I could. After that, we continued to have our affairs after class. On some days, she had tried to bully me to reassert her dominance as my teacher, and at other points, I used blackmail and turned her into a submissive. One could say that it wasn’t a healthy relationship, and if any of my sisters learned about it, they wouldn’t be as understanding as they were with my other relationships with the girls my age or even Mom and London.

However, I had decided with everyone. I wasn’t going to fool around anymore and I was going to take responsibility for my family. That meant putting my foot down and cutting out some of the more volatile relationships in my life. I considered my relationship with my teacher to be one of those toxic relationships. I looked her up and down, her tits hanging out, her eyes filled with lust.

“Yeah, um… about that…” I got out, not quite sure how to start.

“No talk…” She reached up and pulled down her blouse, exposing her tits out the top. “I’m going to squeeze your dick with my pussy so tightly.”

“Look, Diana, I’ve been thinking about things…” I tried again.

“We both know that thinking isn’t your best attribute.” She smirked, walking up to me until her body was pressing me against the desk. “I need your cock in my pussy right now.”

“I was hoping we could talk for a bit.” I declared.

“I’m not in the mood to talk.” She declared, putting her cellphone down on the desk and then grabbing my pants to start to unzip them. “My husband has a dinner plan tonight. The in-laws are coming over and she wants me home early, so I’m short on time. I want some release before I get home and have to deal with that nightmare.”

I reached down and grabbed her wrists, trying to stop her aggressive handiwork. “I’ve decided it’s about time we reevaluated our relationship.”

“What relationship?” She sneered. “You give me that dick, and I keep your grades up. That’s all there is to us… wait… some other girl didn’t get pregnant with your dick, right?”

“What?”

“I’ve heard all about men who get some girl pregnant and try to make another girl take care of it.” She frowned.

“How would that even work in this world?” I gave an incredulous look before shaking my head. “No, that’s not what I meant.”

“You’re not asking me to get pregnant, right?”

“No! What’s with you and pregnancy?”

“Guys always want to trick girls into getting pregnant. You’ll say something like… it’s okay if we go raw; you can trick your husband into thinking it’s his. Then, you tell my husband, get a paternity test, and force me a married woman to leave her boy for you. Don’t act like you men don’t do shit like that.” Her face had an ugly look on it, but a second later she took a breath and then gave me a strangely fake-looking smile and reached up and touched my cheek. “Look, I know what you’re thinking…”

“You do?”

“You’re in love with me now.” She declared, her words lacking any hesitation. “I know how vulnerable a boy’s heart can be, especially a teenager like you. When we started this relationship, I had realized the possibility that you would fall for me. How could you not fall for a woman who had given you so much attention?”

“I can’t believe you’re serious…”

“Don’t worry about it.” She smiled. “Because I love you too.”

My eyes widened. “You do?”

“Of course. You’re wonderful. You’re hot, sexy, and you have a wonderful dick. You’re perfect, and you’ve taken a place in my heart. That’s why I can’t control myself right now in front of you. My husband is a complete jerk. He doesn’t meet my needs at all. On the other hand, you’re really special to me.” Her hands stroked my cheek gently. “In time, I want to leave him, to be with you.”

“I… um… don’t know what to say.”

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Her words were shocking. I had prepared all kinds of arguments and techniques to end our relationship, but I hadn’t been prepared for something like this. I didn’t know how to respond to such a heartfelt confession.

“You don’t have to say anything.” She responded, putting a finger over my lips and pressing her body against mine. “We can talk more about this later. Let’s finish first. I’ll make you feel good, and then we can talk more about ourselves later on. Okay…”

“Oka… oh… wow…” It finally clicked with that last part.

It took my mind a bit to realize her intent, and it was that age-old practice of flipping the genders around before I truly noticed what was going on. At first, I had been considering my relationship with Diana toxic. I didn’t love her, so her believing I did caught me off guard. Then, she just confessed to me out of nowhere. It caused me to think that if she cared about me that much, how could I break it off? I wanted to sort my life, not break her heart. I had just about been ready to agree with everything she said and then give her sex, but that was her goal in the first place.  

Diana was lying through her teeth! I originally thought her confession of love was dubious, but after all of those sweet and sincere words, I had almost fallen for it. I had taken them at face value, not thinking she’d do something like lie. Since being in this world, most of my interactions with women had been rather honest. It was men who acted backstabbing and duplicitous. Of course, I had also given men everything they wanted from me. I had never really turned anyone down for any kind of sexual play. Even would-be molesters got their fill.

Diana was an older woman, and she had more relationship experience than I could gain in just a few months. I was used to my family who truly loved me, and my girlfriends who were young, inexperienced, and horny. It had never come up that I tried to back out of sex, so I had never seen this side of women before.

However, the more I thought about it, the more I realized just how bad it was. She confessed her love to me just so I’d fuck her. It was just like one of those long-running relationships where a guy would be dating some mistress, and he’d promise he’d leave his wife only to continue to have both women. The mistress would keep bugging him and keep bugging him, and he’d keep making false promises and devotions of love. It was only after she cornered him that the truth would come out. Wait, didn’t those stories usually end up with one of the two dead?

My hesitation was all the hesitation that Diana needed. She immediately began to fumble with my pants again, trying to pull out my dick. However, I wasn’t very aroused, and it was still soft. She grabbed it roughly, pulling on it like she just expected it to magically get hard for her.

“I’m not in the mood,” I responded in a deadpan voice.

“I’ll make you hard.” She chuckled, pulling on my dick harder like she thought it was a rope switch.

I was feeling increasingly annoyed by her blatantly lying. I had never had all that much pity for my teacher, but the little pity I did have was quickly collapsing due to her behavior. My desire to end this relationship was restored a hundred-fold.

“That hurts…”

“Nonsense… it’ll start to feel good soon.” She seemed focused, her hand reaching up to my shirt and grabbing at my nipples.

“I think we should break up!” I snapped, getting her to stop for a moment.

“What?” Her voice sounded slightly threatening.

“You’re a teacher, I’m a student. We should just return to that.”

“You… want to have that conversation now?” She demanded, her expression growing angrier.

“What other time did you want to have that conversation, during class?”

“Don’t get smart with me!” She snapped, but then her face started to smooth out again like it did once before. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to act that way. You’re just a little confused. A young boy is a bundle of emotions-”

“Oh, my god, it’s fucking over!”

How did women deal with a guy like that without smacking him in the face? It wasn’t just condescending, but it was complete bullshit too. My words finally seemed to get through, and she finally pulled her hands off of me. I let out a breath. I had known things might be a little messy, but I was counting on her place as a teacher and her own common sense to make it easier. Since she was finally getting it, I relaxed slightly.

“Do you want to break up?” She demanded. “Have you thought about this?”

Her voice had taken on a different quality that I didn’t like any better. She now sounded like a school teacher who was scolding a student she had caught cheating on a test. She was using her authority to try to confuse and scare me into compliance? Once she triggered my bullshit alarm the first time, I was able to quickly pick up on all future bullshit.

I gave a nod, making sure I looked her directly in the eyes. I took her head-on. I wondered a bit how long she was going to give me that severe and disapproving look, but when she finally realized she couldn’t get me to look away, she made an irritated tsk with her lips.

“I’m not going to be giving you any leeway with your grades from now on. If you want to pass the class, you’re on your own.” She declared.

“I understand.”

I also understood the part she didn’t say. She was probably going to grade me harder than anyone else, even knocking my grades down in retaliation. This would just have to be the consequence of my choice. After another moment of awkward silence, she stepped aside. I went for the door, unlocked it, and then left the room. That was harder than I expected, and that was just the first step. I had a lot more to do.

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