Goddess
Chapter One
Miss Summers was a goddess. A golden-haired goddess, all smooth skin and pert breasts and an arse so perfect it deserved sonnets written about it.
Other girls paled in comparison to Miss Summers—even Cordelia Chase who had been all over him at the Bronze the other day. Xander had almost had a conniption when William had turned her down. Her! The head cheerleader with a rack that could stop traffic. And he’d said no.
William didn’t care. He only had eyes for Miss Summers.
She didn’t look like a teacher, and she certainly didn’t dress like a teacher: skirts that bordered on outrageously short, affording him glimpses of tanned thigh at every opportunity; light, airy blouses that gaped open to reveal the soft curves of her breasts when she leaned down to check on a student’s work; high heels that made her slender legs look miles long.
William had hated art lessons at his old school. Mr Cooper had been a decrepit old fuddy-duddy with a penchant for hemming and hawing, and had instilled in his pupils a loathing towards the subject.
Now, William looked forward to art class most of all. Oh, he still couldn’t draw for toffee, but an hour of almost uninterrupted gazing at Miss Summers was the best way to start his day.
Of course, it often meant enduring a raging stiffy for the majority of the lesson, but that was a not-so-small price to pay for being able to ogle his hot teacher.
Xander thought he was crazy for focusing all his attention on the unattainable. “You need to get over her,” he’d said the other day, complete with wild hand gestures. “You could have any girl in school, if you wanted.”
“Don’t want just any girl,” William had replied, his eyes fixed on Miss Summers at the front of the classroom. “I want that girl.”
“That’s just it, man,” Xander had said. “She—” he’d pointed towards the desk “—is not a girl. She’s a woman. Forget about her. Hey! I heard Cecily Adams has the hots for you. I could get Anya to set you up…”
William had stopped listening at that point. Cecily Adams was a nice enough girl with wide brown eyes and a mass of curly hair, but she didn’t hold a candle to Miss Summers.
Forget about her, Xander had said.
William sighed.
Like that was even an option.
***
“Fuck.”
Her slippery hands skated over his wet skin, tracing the muscles in his chest before dipping around to cup his ass. She squeezed one cheek and then the other, almost to the point of pain, but stopped when it started to hurt.
She slid her hands up his back and over his shoulders and burrowed her fingers into his hair so she could pull his face down to meet hers. Her kiss wasn’t gentle, but harsh, her lips clashing against his with abandon, her teeth biting down on his full lower-lip.
William gasped and tilted his head back, letting the hot spray of the shower rain needles down onto his face.
“Fuck but you’re gorgeous,” he said, when she drew back a few moments later. Her blonde hair lay dark and heavy against her face, wet from the shower. Several tendrils curled down onto her breasts, and, when she moved, he saw her nipples poking through the strands, rosy pink and hard with arousal.
His words elicited a coy smile from her, which turned wicked as she dropped to her knees before him. His cock throbbed, and he groaned when she grasped it at the base, circled her hand around it, and stroked upwards.
“Fuck,” he said again, vocabulary stilted as he lost himself to the pleasure of her touch. Words failed him completely when she slid him into her mouth—her wet, hot mouth—and he moaned out loud. Her tongue danced around the head of his erection, and the sensation was almost too much for William to bear.
She was moving around him now, her head bobbing back and forth while she sucked and licked at his cock, her left hand still circling the base, and her right cupping and stroking his balls. William leaned forwards, bracing himself against the wall of the shower with one hand. He tangled the other into her hair, needing to touch even some small part of her.
His climax was building, and he closed his eyes. Biting his lip, he felt his balls tighten and the muscles in his stomach tense.
“William!”
“Not now, not now,” he murmured, keeping his eyes squeezed shut. He moved his hand furiously up and down his length, imagining once again that Miss Summers had him in her gorgeous mouth.
“Hurry up in there, would you?”
“Piss off!” he shouted, returning to his fantasy. He needed to finish, and quickly, or his sister would find some way to make his life hell.
He pictured the scene in his mind once more: a far more luxurious bathroom than the one he was currently standing in, Miss Summers knelt before him.
William tugged hard at his cock, and the mental image of his art teacher deep-throating him was all it took for him to come with a groan. His body jerked involuntarily, and he moaned again, squeezing himself to wring as much pleasure from his climax as possible.
“I know what you’re doing in there, you big perv!”
“Go away, Dawn!” he shouted back.
“I’m telling mom.”
“You do that,” he muttered and took down the showerhead to rinse away the evidence of his orgasm. The mood completely shattered, he stepped out of the shower with a sigh and wrapped a towel around his narrow hips.
Dawn narrowed her eyes at him when he exited the bathroom. “You’re disgusting,” she said, before dashing inside and slamming the door behind her.
William rolled his eyes and made his way to his bedroom.
***
The last thing William expected to see when he went into the kitchen was his art teacher sitting at the counter. He blinked, wondering for a moment if he was still somehow locked into his fantasy. That notion was squashed when he saw his stepmother, Jenny, standing by the sink, her hands merged in soapy water.
“Oh, William, there you are,” Jenny said, turning to look at him as she wiped her hands. She frowned, and added drily, “It might have been an idea to put on a shirt before coming downstairs.”
“Didn’t know we had company,” William said, congratulating himself on being able to form a coherent sentence. He chanced a glance at Miss Summers, who was watching the scene unfold with an amused smile on her face.
“Buffy’s from my tai chi class at the gym,” Jenny said. “I had no idea she was your teacher.”
“I saw the family portraits in the hallway and put two and two together,” Miss Summers put in. “Very sweet, William.”
Cheeks flaming—why his dad insisted on keeping those embarrassing pictures on display was beyond him—William made his way to the fridge.
He set about making a sandwich, two slices of ham between two slices of bread, and was about to settle himself at the kitchen counter, when Jenny spoke again.
“Shirt, William?”
Rolling his eyes and mumbling under his breath, he picked up his sandwich and made his way out of the room. Dawn was in the lounge, flicking through the channels on the TV, and he sat down next to her.
“Who’s in there with Mom?” she asked.
“New friend from the gym,” William replied, mentally cursing Dawn for talking when he was trying to eavesdrop on the conversation in the kitchen.
“—I know I’ve let things slip since Riley left. The backyard looks like a jungle—”
“So, you gonna give me some of that sandwich?”
“Shush.” William waved his hand in Dawn’s direction.
“—and then you feel like such a failure as a woman, having to admit that you need a man around. You know?”
“Oh my God, are you eavesdropping? You’re so lame.”
“Shut up.”
Dawn rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Dork.”
“—oh no, I couldn’t. He’s a student… wouldn’t it be weird?”
William’s ears perked up. Were they talking about him?
“—well, if you’re sure he wouldn’t mind—”
Hearing half the conversation was frustrating, and William had just decided to grab the remote from Dawn’s hands and mute the television, when he heard Jenny call his name.
He went into the kitchen, blushing when he saw Miss Summers’ gaze rest on his bare chest before flicking away to the countertop. “Yeah?”
“Buffy needs some help with her back yard.” Jenny began. “You wouldn’t mind, would you? School’s out in a week and it’ll give you something to do over the summer.”
William swallowed and looked towards Miss Summers. Her eyes were wide and she was biting her lip. He took a deep breath and tried not to think about how he’d imagined that very same look right before he came. “Uh,” he said. “Sure, I don’t mind.”
“It was a silly idea,” Miss Summers said. “I’ll find someone else, Jenny, really—”
“No!” Whilst William didn’t relish the idea of manual labour taking over his summer vacation, the thought of spending time at Miss Summers’ house, perhaps even spending time with Miss Summers, was too good to pass up. “I’ll do it. When do you want me to start?”
***
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
pj
03/20/17 01:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.
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12/23/16 01:12 pm
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08/31/16 03:45 pm
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08/31/16 03:43 pm
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