Wild Adventures with Mr. Morris

#2 The Wrong Turn

"No! It isn't right, Mr. Morris." I squealed when he laid me on his office table, my butts hanging in the air.

"Weren't you naughty when you pushed Chloe?" Mr. Morris's voice was raspy, making me squirm. It was an evil thing to have such a manly, seducing voice on top of that fevered body.

When I didn't say a word since I was busy contemplating what Mr. Morris was up to, he smacked my bumps roughly.

"Ouch!" I cried, but my inside felt hot. I was dripping between my legs.

"I thought you lost your voice. So, weren't you naughty, Yeva? Do you think it is right to push people?" He placed his hands on my butt, caressing it on top of my skirt.

"What are you doing, Mr. Morris?" I stuttered, words choking in my throat because of his ministrations. My legs were wobbly. I wanted something firm between my legs.

"Answer me!" Mr. Morris smacked me again.

This time, tears rolled down my cheeks. But I didn't budge. I was feeling exuberant wherever his hands touched me, even above the fabric.

"But Chloe was mean to me first! You saw that." I bit my lips when he squeezed my bumps. Why was he tormenting me like this? I twitched my legs in apprehension.

"You think so? You think it is right to push her?" Another smack landed on my butts. This time, Mr. Morris had lifted my skirt before his right hand made contact with my ass cheeks. I still had my panties on, but they weren't that effective. I squealed.

"I am sorry!" I cried when he didn't stop pinching me.

"Are you?" His voice became hoarse as he leaned above me to whisper in my ears. I could feel my heart race as the tension between my legs increased.

"So, don't you think you deserve punishment? So that you don't do it again?" Mr. Morris slid a finger under the hem of my panty line, brushing the area ever so delicately.

I felt my insides churn. Why was Mr. Morris doing that to me? It was wrong. But I couldn't find myself walking away from this. It oddly felt right, and I wanted more. The idea that he would be punishing me made me quiver with enthusiasm. I couldn't wait for what he was going to do next. Maybe f**k me rough and hard?

"Mmmm hmmm..." I mumbled between my delirious thoughts.

"Good girl!" Mr. Morris snickered, ripping my panties. I was standing, or put precisely was bent over his table, showing off my bare butts. The thought alone made my juices gush.

Mr. Morris ran his fingers down my butts, slowly moving towards my s*x hole. I couldn't help but whimper and shudder. He was teasing me.

"Do you understand you are getting punished? Why do I get a feeling that you are enjoying this?" Mr. Morris whispered, nuzzling my ear lobes. I swallowed hard, unable to feel my vocal cords. But he got up, leaving me stranded, waiting for more.

The feeling of loss was far worse than how I had felt when Gabriel went out with Chloe or when I got a B in my high school. I would do anything to have him touch me. The sense and understanding that this was forbidden and wrong in every way evaporated. All I wanted was for him to show me how it was like to get punished.

"I am, I am, not enjoying this. I deserve to get punished. Please, punish me!" I squeaked, closing my eyes. I felt flustered, but the desire was practically guiding me now.

"Is it? Then why are you so wet down here?" His fingers brushed against my soft spot, my core, making me quiver. My breathing became erratic, and I was burning with a fire of desire. I squeezed my vertical lips, feeling a tingly sensation around my n*****s.

"Please!" It was all I could speak in that moment of ecstasy. I was going to die if nothing happens after this.

"Say again what you want specifically?" Mr. Morris pulled me up. He wrapped a hand around me, grabbing one of my breasts. He squeezed it aggressively as he rubbed the thumb of his other hand on my clit.

"Mmmm.." All I could do was moan.

"Words, Yeva, words!" He was in some urgency. His breathing was as erratic as mine, if not more. He bit my earlobes, increasing his pace down there.

"Please, aah!" My words came out muffled when he slid his left hand under my blouse, fondling my breasts. With the other hand, now he was running his fingers wildly from my clit to my hole.

"Do you know what you are doing to me, Yeva? How dare you become such a naughty girl and tease your teacher? You deserve this. You deserve worse." Mr. Morris's voice was full of lust and urgency.

In one move, Mr. Morris turned me so that I could face him. He made me sit at his table again. His eyes were dark with lust and yearning. He grabbed my breasts, nipping my perky tips roughly while I moaned. The next second, he captured my lips into a rough kiss, full of passion and heat. He pushed the middle finger of the right hand inside my hole.

Everything happened so fast that it blew my mind. I wanted to moan and scream with pleasure, but Mr. Morris was doing pretty good work with his mouth. I wrapped my hands against his neck as I deepened the kiss, earning an affirmative groan from him.

It was then the world stopped making any sense.

A noisy buzz replaced the soft moans and grunts. Instead of feeling Mr. Morris's rough hands against my skin, I could feel something soft hitting me again and again. The twitch between my legs increased as I couldn't feel his fingers anymore. They started evaporating. And soon, Mr. Morris began fading.

At this point, I realized it was all a part of a stupid dream! Not again! I didn't want to wake up to face a world where Mr. Morris was only my teacher. He will never cross his line. And all I could do is drool at him, a never-ending drool!

"Yeva Jones!" a voice echoed through the house. It belonged to my mother. And just like that, I was sitting on my bed, bidding goodbye to my tantalizing dream with Mr. Morris.

"I am up, Mom!" I screamed in fear, getting on my feet.

But as soon as it touched the ground, I knew the residual effect of the sensual dream was still lingering. I sighed. I didn't want to go wobbly and fall before Darcy. She was my only genuine friend. If she would know what I was up to lately and my fantasies for our teacher, I don't know how she will react! The thought alone gave me shivers.

"What is wrong with you these days? Is Mr. Morris making you work a lot? You sleep like a bull, and in the morning, you don't want to get on your feet!" Darcy shrieked.

"No. Nothing!" I lowered my eyes, avoiding her eyes. It is difficult to tell lies to your only friend!

"Are you sure? Then get ready! We are going to be late." Darcy screamed.

I weighed my pros and cons of staying on the bed or lying to Darcy. There was nothing good coming out of it. I again put my feet on the floor after letting out a deep breath. It was much better. I will be able to get through this.

It was my last day of detention. To my dismay, nothing much happened other than me drooling at Mr. Morris as if he was something edible and dreaming about him every single night. My crush on him has increased by a thousandfold. He appeared in my dreams, doing horrible things to me I wish happened in real.

Darcy was growing suspicious. But there was nothing she could point out. I pretended as if nothing has changed. Anyway, after today's detention, I would see less and less of Mr. Morris. With distance, I will soon be able to calm my heart and mind and get over him, just like I did with Gabriel. So, there was nothing that Darcy should know and get worried or judge me.

It was the only day I wanted to last an eternity. But the day passed by rather quickly, including my last period with Mr. Morris. The thing is, over the past week, we have become more amiable. He even shared his hobbies and gave me a ride back home once. He wasn't so stubborn and strict when it was just the two of us, unlike how he was in the class. I solaced myself that this partial behavior of him was the reason behind my crush and dreams. But deep down, I knew he was only nice to me because he was not a bad person.

When I went to his office, he wasn't there yet. Most of the work was already over, and his office was almost ready. I had assumed that we would have plenty of time left to socialize once we finish the remaining task. But to my dismay, he had completed those on his own and was nowhere to be seen.

I sighed with frustration as I threw my bag on the floor and crashed on the couch in his room. It was raining outside. So I couldn't even leave. I was pissed at how the day turned out to be. If he had no intentions to show, he could have given me a heads up beforehand. But no!

As time passed by, I couldn't help but feel annoyed and sleepy. I wasn't getting much sleep these days, thanks to my overthinking till late nights and sensual dreams of early morning. My eyelids struggled to stay open. I was scared to sleep since I could dream about Mr. Morris. But no matter how hard I tried, soon, I fell asleep.

I wasn't sure how long I have been sleeping when a sudden jerk woke me up. I was startled to see Mr. Morris standing in front of me. He was slightly drenched, making him look even more handsome. His wet hair, and the water beads on his face, made me swallow hard. I wondered if it was still a dream.

"Mr. Morris, is that really you?" I stuttered, blinking my eyes.

"Yes! Let's take you home." Mr. Morris helped me get up. He had already picked my bag.

Mr. Morris from my dreams was really naughty. So, the one standing in front of me was poised and concerned. It was enough for me to realize that it wasn't a dream.

"I am sorry. I didn't know when I slept off." I whispered, looking at my watch. It was already an hour passed by when I should reach home. I panicked. I completely overslept!

"s**t! I have to inform my mother. She would be worried." I screeched.

"I have informed her already. Your mother is going to work overnight at the hospital. So, she has asked to drop you at Darcy's house." Mr. Morris mumbled. He was looking down with guilt-ridden eyes.

"Oh! It is Friday today. I can stay alone. I always do." I whispered. The situation was awkward, even if we were having a normal conversation.

"Mrs. Jones said you didn't take the keys today. So you have to stay at Darcy's." He mumbled.

I immediately searched through my bag. He was right. I was not only delusional these days but also absent-minded. I was somewhat glad this detention has come to an end. The demigod before me was creating havoc in my life without the slightest idea.

"I will go myself." I smiled awkwardly, leaving.

But Mr. Morris grabbed my hand, startling me. It was the first time we had voluntary skin contact. It was enough to melt me down, sending goosebumps all over my body. Why was he tormenting like this?

"I insist. It is all my fault that you had to stay here. I asked someone to inform you that you don't have to wait for detention today since I have some work, but I guess they forgot to do so. I should have checked or informed you personally. I am sorry." Mr. Morris apologized.

But the only thing I felt was fireworks bursting inside me. The most handsome man on earth was apologizing to me, holding my hands. I blushed, staring at him with a smile that had escaped my lips. It was too obvious. But I had no control over what I was feeling.

"Okay!" I smiled goofily.

Mr. Morris seemed to relax with that. It was still raining a little. So, he gave me the only umbrella he had in his room. I couldn't help but fall for his empathetic, kind behavior. Why can't he be rude and stubborn and dislikable? Why he has to be so generous, warm, and handsome?

It was as if the universe had conspired for us to be together. When I called Darcy, she reminded me that she had a date, and her parents were out of town. I was becoming forgetful as well.

"You can leave me at the hospital. I will get the keys from my mother." I whispered.

When we reached the hospital, my mother didn't pick the phone at first. After several rings, a nurse picked it up only to inform me that she was in OT treating an emergency case. I wondered about all of my other friends, but no one came to my mind who would help me. Just like that, I realized that I had nowhere to go!

"I will have to ask Darcy to cancel her date!" I frowned. I was such a terrible friend.

"If it is alright with you, you can stay at my place for the night. It is my fault, to begin with." Mr. Morris offered.

I wanted to deny it. But Mr. Morris's words felt like feathers to me. I felt conflicted in my heart as I swallowed hard. Several images from my rancid dreams with Mr. Morris flashed through my mind as I swallowed hard. I could feel the heat rise in my body as I flushed.

"I insist. I am drenched, and I don't want to fall sick." Mr. Morris offered again.

Well, it is about him. How can I make him fall ill because of me? I must listen to him! A student must listen to her teacher! With that in my mind, I agreed.

My logic was easygoing. And my actual intentions were disastrous. My sinful desire guided me. I knew Mr. Morris was only offering for me to stay at his house out of the kindness in his warm heart. But I couldn't be less thrilled about it.

It was a wrong turn I should have avoided at any cost. But here I go, walking down the edgy road.