Short Stories on s*x and Romance

Five-Page Short Story

“For the last paper that you will be doing for English this school year, you will have to submit a five-page short story of any topic by Monday next week. So, you have exactly one week to do the paper. Take note of the grading rubric posted on the board.” Mr. Walton started to explain about how he will grade each work. “Those who will get a perfect grade will be exempted from the final exams. So, make that short story as interesting as much as you can.” He looked at his watch. “We still have twenty minutes left. You can make use of the rest of the period to plan your story. You can also come up to me for consultation.”

I’m Chelsea Gray and I’m a senior high school student. One of the ‘outcasts’ in this school. Though not really, I was the one who categorized myself as that. I don’t actually belong to any group as I kept mostly to myself.

You see, I’m new in this boring town as my parents were transferred here at the beginning to the school year because of work. I don’t want to start on any kind of relationship as I will be out of here for college anyway.                                                                   

What made my life interesting in this boring town is the man standing in front of the class. Mr. Jim Walton. Or the one I call Adonis of my dreams. I don’t know his exact height, but he must be at least six feet. I’m five feet and five inches and my head almost reaches his chin. Just the perfect height for me.

My hands itched to have them run over his brown wavy locks, over his handsome face, and over his tanned, muscular body. I could look at his face for the whole period without blinking. He has those tantalizing ocean blue eyes, pointed nose, sinful lips, and the sexy five o’clock shadow.

I’m sure he cannot complain with my looks, too. I have long wavy raven hair, green eyes, pointed nose, high cheekbones, and soft full pink lips. I have a rosy white complexion. My breasts are not too big, just the right size. But my ass makes up for it. My ex-boyfriend likes to hump me at the back because of my butt. Yeah, no longer a virgin and I miss having a good f**k.

From what I have heard, Mr. Walton was divorced with his ex-wife last year. He had caught her cheating with her co-worker. Poor Mr. Walton. He’s just twenty-five, only two years in the marriage, and already divorced.

I have been eyeing Mr. Adonis here while thinking of a good topic for my story. I don’t want it to be just good. It should be the best that he would ever read. Something that would definitely catch his eye and make him feel things. And like a light bulb has appeared above my head, I already know what my topic is. Mr. Walton, who was discussing something with another student, had just looked up at me at the same time I licked my lips looking at him. Oops!

“Ms. Gray, you have your topic already?” His eyes staring squarely at mine.

“Yes, Mr. Walton, just thought of it.” I smiled at him innocently. “I just found the inspiration for it too.”

“Good. That’s good.” He smiled at me. “Looking forward to reading your work.”

I could just melt there at my seat, but the final bell rang disrupting our moment. He winked at me then went back to his desk.

Could it be that Mr. Walton is also attracted to me?                 

When I got home, I immediately started with my short story. My topic? A s****l relationship between a student and a teacher. About being in a forbidden relationship. My core tingled thinking about it. Mr. Walton did say to make it as interesting as much as we can. What man who wouldn’t be interested in a s*x story?

Over the next few days, I polished the story. What should have been five pages only turned out the be seven. I cut out some paragraphs and had adjusted the font size and margins to have my story fit in five pages. I kept on rereading it and had actually cummed after touching myself. I really do hope to get a perfect score on this one and be exempted on the final exams, which will be in two weeks. One less subject to study for. What I really want to see is how he will react to my story.

Monday came and we had to submit our stories. I kissed it good luck and I could only hope for the best.

“You will know the results by Friday.” That was all that Mr. Walton said and we all went out of the room as soon as the final bell rang.

I can’t keep my excitement as I await the results. During the next few days, I could sense Mr. Walton sneaking up glances at me. A few times I would bite my lower lip or lick my lips. But most of time, when I catch him looking at me, I would just give him a smile.

Friday came. I could not breathe properly waiting for the results. A few minutes before the bell rings, Mr. Walton had given back the papers, except for mine. I was beginning to get confused and worried. What happened to my work?

“Thank you for putting much effort into your short stories. There are three people who got a perfect score. That means you are exempted from taking the final exams. Congratulations!” There’s a paper left on his table. It must be my story. “Ms. Gray, please stay after class.”

“Yes, Mr. Walton.” I replied quietly. Is there something wrong with what I did? Was he angry with my work? He did not limit the topic to choose from, so that means I could actually do a s*x story. I followed the rubrics that he had given us.

There goes the bell and students started to file out of the room. I stood up and got my things arranged before walking to Mr. Walton’s desk.

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Walton?” My heart was pumping fast. I feel like fainting any second.

“Ms. Gray.” Mr. Walton stared into my eyes; his face so serious. “I’m sorry but I cannot grade your work.”

“What?” I was totally shocked. How could that be?

“I could not explain now. I have to attend a teachers’ meeting in ten minutes. But if you are free tomorrow, please come to my apartment at nine in the morning.” He wrote his address and phone number in a piece of paper. He got up and stood beside me.

“Here’s my address.” He leaned close to my ear. “I’ll be expecting you tomorrow, Chelsea.” He went out of the room, but not after seductively licking my earlobe.

Here I am standing in front of his house, wearing a sleeveless, knee-length yellow sundress. It shows off my curves. And I’m not wearing any underwear. This is exactly what the female antagonist wore in my story when she went to her teacher’s house at the same day and time. Saturday, nine in the morning. I think I know what Mr. Walton is up to. And I am very nervous, at the same time excited. I could c*m with anticipation.

“Good morning, Mr. Walton.” He’s wearing a fitted blue button-up shirt and black jeans that screams sexy.

“Hey there, Chelsea. You can call me Jim. We’re not in the school anyway.” He stepped backward to let me in. His apartment very much looks like a bachelor’s pad. A big tv screen with big couches. Colors were set in blue and gray. Though I might say that for a guy living in this space, it’s very clean.

“Of course, Jim.” I gave him a bright smile.

“Have you eaten? Nine could be a little early for a Saturday for students like you. You like anything to eat? I have cereals, oatmeal… or you like anything to drink? Coffee? Juice?” He asked while rummaging inside his fridge.

“I’m good, Jim. I wake up at the same time, six thirty, during weekends.” He c****d an eyebrow at me.

“That’s kind of unusual, but not unheard of.” He just stood by the dining table looking at me. He ran his gaze from my head to foot.

“So, uh, let’s go to my office to discuss your story.” He gave me a small smile then led me to a small room. It has a desk at the corner and a bookshelf at one wall.

“Please have a seat.” He pointed to the chair in front of the desk. Jim, instead of sitting behind the desk, sat in front of me. “Tell me, what grade are you expecting from this?”

“A perfect score.” I firmly told him.

“I can’t actually give you a score on this, Chelsea.”

“Why?” Are we back at this again?

“Answer me. Did you write about us? Are the main characters me and you?”

“I could write a story of any topic, right? It could not be us because nothing of that sort had happened between us.” I have to deny, right? I stood up to level myself with him, but he stood up too.

He leaned down to my face. “Nothing yet, Chelsea. But you wanted something to happen, don’t you?” He ran his hand up and down my arm, causing goosebumps to appear. I whimpered. “You have been seducing me for the past few days, baby. Don’t think I didn’t notice that.” He went behind me and pressed me to his desk, causing me to lean over. He leaned over my back too, that I could feel his hard member on my ass. He murmured to my ear, “You won’t get away with this, Chelsea. Let’s see if I could live up to your fantasies. Open your legs, baby.”

This is it. I won’t deny anymore. I want this. I want him. I want his hot c**k inside me.

“Hmm… no panties, just like in the story.” His hand had started to explore under my dress. His fingers found my entrance, already wet. He seemed to like playing with my wetness. “You’re so wet, Chelsea. You hear that squishy sound?”

“Mr. Walton…” I gasped for air as he groped my breast with his other hand.

“I’ve been rereading your story every night, Chelsea. I could not help jacking off every night. You made me do this, baby. You won’t get a grade until you tell me the truth.”

“Yes. Ohhh… Mr. Walton. I wanted you to f**k me. I want your d**k inside me. Please.”

“I want to f**k you too, Chelsea.” He unzipped the dress and helped me out of it. He made me sit on his desk, with him standing between my legs, his hands groped around my bubble butt. “These are to die for.” He kissed my lips and ravished my mouth with his tongue. His taste is one I never thought I longed for. Minty and sweet.

My hands went to unbutton his shirt, while he unbuckled his belt. In a matter of seconds, we are both naked.

“Mr. Walton.” I was moaning his name softly, waiting patiently for him to f**k me. His lips went down to my neck down to my breasts. I tilted my head back, feeling the ecstasy I have been missing for a long time. His teeth gently nibbled my n*****s. I had been dripping wet already. My hand found his c**k. I never had a c**k this big inside me, well I only had one in the past. f**k. My hand went up and down his shaft, his pre-c*m spilling at the head.

“Mr. Walton, please.” He looked up at me, while softly sucking my breasts. For sure, the marks will be prominent by tomorrow.

“What do you want, baby?” His thumb went to find my clit and started to move in circles.

“f**k. Oh. Yes!!!”

“I haven’t eaten your p***y yet, Chelsea.”

“But I want you now. I have been wanting your d**k for so long.” I was gasping for air as I say that. My mind could not think straight. “Please.” I don’t care about foreplay anymore. I want a d**k inside me.

Jim took something from the floor, then straightened up and leaned to lick and suck the side of my neck. I closed my eyes and tilted my head to side to give him more access. He hands gripped my hips, moving me to the edge of desk. His hand left me and I heard wrapper being torn. Condom. I completely forgot safety. I had stopped taking pills ever since I broke up with my ex.

“You ready for this, baby?” Jim asked softly. His lips brushing mine.

“Yes. Mr. Walton.” I felt him aligning his c**k outside my entrance. He was testing my patience, he would move up and down, but never inside my core. I did what I had to do. I raised my legs to hug around his hips, my arms around his torso, and then pulled his body to mine and mine to his. Jim’s hot c**k plunged inside me.

“Oh…FUCK!!! YES!!!”

“Chelseaa… tight, baby, you’re p***y’s tight.” He rammed his c**k fast inside me.

“Mr. Walton… ooh… so good… more…” He lifted one of my legs and placed it on his shoulder. He drove his c**k in my p***y with more force. “Oh, my gahd… f**k! What are you doing to my p***y?”

“You like that, baby? My c**k had been going crazy waiting for you.” I could only stare at his handsome face under my half-lidded eyes.

“I love your c**k inside me, Mr. Walton. f**k me more.”

“Just the perfect pussy.” I could hear our skin slapping at each other. Oh, how I miss that sound! He placed my other leg on his shoulder. He put his arms around me to support my body. But eventually, his force made me lie down on his desk.

“Oh… uhmm… Mr. Walton.” Do you get that feeling that you might faint in ecstasy during s*x? I’m feeling that now. I’m climbing fast to my climax. “s**t… Oh Mr. Waltooon. Fuuuuuuck!!!” My body convulsed reaching my high. One orgasm down, many to go.

“Enjoyed that, baby? Now, I want you to lean over the desk.” He shifted my leg down slowly and turned my body to lean forward over the table. He aligned his c**k on my entrance and push it inside my weeping p***y.

“Couldn’t miss this, Chelsea. We had this position in your story. Feels better in reality, baby, moving inside you.” He kissed my shoulders and my nape. “You smell so good. Your arousal smells so good.”

Jim had me put my leg up on the table, opening my p***y more. He had my body up against his.

“Ohhh… yeesss… f**k…” My voice started to get hoarse and dry with all the moaning I did. Jim had one of his hand on my breast, then the other on my clit. An orgasm on its way. Clit stimulation makes me c*m fast. His fingers are way too good.

“Mr. Walton. I’m going to c*m again.”

“f**k, baby. I’m near too.” His thrusts became more powerful and deep.

“Mr. Waltooon!” My knees buckled underneath me. if not for his arms holding me, I would surely fall on the floor.

“Fuuuck!” He grunted on to my shoulder, pushing his d**k further inside. His slowly drop the pace and eventually we fell down on to his desk. Panting. All sweaty and cummed out.

“Can I have my score, Mr. Walton?” I asked after we had showered in his bathroom. We are lying down on his bed naked, quietly staring at each other’s eyes. His thumb brushing against my cheek.

“Perfect score, baby. You don’t have to worry about your final grade. You get an automatic A plus.”

We f****d the whole day and it was definitely my best day in this boring town.

 The End.