Grounds for Fire

###All Persons Depicted In This Fictional Story Are Over The Age Of 18###

###The Student Featured In This Story Is A High School Senior Over The Age Of 18###

"It'd be a scandal and a half if our relationship ever got out."

I idly muse as I make my way through the parking lot of my school. My English teacher and I have a... special relationship. I still remember the day we first hooked up. I was getting ready to go home after football practice when she came up to me and offered to drop me off.

I, of course, accepted. You don't say no to the hottest teacher in school, and it didn't help that I had a massive crush on her. We didn't get 2 miles in before we pulled over to a shaded alley and started fucking right then and there in her 85' Honda. I guess there were some pent up urges on both sides.

Life has been good ever since then. We occasionally meet up in one of the unused back rooms of the school. The added taboo of fucking your teacher inside your own school is; intoxicating.

So, I was doing the same thing today. I had a smile on my face and a skip to my step as I rounded the corner. It ended when I heard his voice.

"I know what you're doing here, ya' know."

Fuck! That's my PE teacher. What the hell is he doing here so late?

"Harold, please, you know I like to come and roam around the school after hours. It's relaxing."

I crouch down to hide, and I see, peaking from the corner, that they are out in the open near one of the rooms we use. She must've been waiting for me.

"Ah, but that's not all you do, right? Where's that little boy-toy of yours, huh? "

He's taller than her by quite a bit. He moves toward her, blocking her path in a clear intimidation move.

"OK, this is getting ridiculous. If there's nothing else, I'm going home. Goodby—"

She moves to the side of him and starts to leave in the direction I came from. She takes a few steps before she sees me.

"I have photos. Videos too."

She stops dead on her tracks. She mouths telling me to stay where I am, before turning around.

"Of what exactly?"

"You know what."

"Harold, stop with the fucking riddles. Please?"

He takes out his phone and brings up a picture... a picture of us.

"..."

"Cat got your tongue, Liz?"

"What do you want?"

"I think you can guess."

"..."

"Come here."

She's as stiff as a board. Arms held against her sides, she looks around in front of her before sighing and moving towards him slowly.

"What?"

"On your knees."

"..."

He moves towards her and towers over her. She looks away, her fiery red eyes are wet with tears.

"Do you want me to send this to everybody in the whole fucking county? You'll be fucked beyond belief if I do that. So be smart about this."

She closes her eyes and bites her lower lip.

"..."

"I'll say it again, on. your. knees."

He's practically whispering it in her ear now. She opens her eyes and tears mixed with mascara, stream down her face.

She takes in multiple unsteady breaths before kneeling in front of him.

"Do you need an invitation?"

She ignores him and keeps looking down near his feet. Taking one last breath to steady herself, she unbuckles his belt and brings down his trousers to his knees.

Jesus Christ, she's actually going to do it. There's nothing I can do. He's even bigger than me. Even if by some fluke I managed to take him down and get his phone, he probably has backups. Not to mention that something like that would bring up way too many questions for Liz and me.

Her face now a stony expression, she takes his flaccid cock in her hand strokes it weakly.

"Harder, and use your mouth."

She doesn't protest anymore. She speeds up her strokes until he's semi-erect before taking half his length inside her mouth in one go.

He moves his hand over her head and pushes her in deeper, making her gag violently. He lets go of her, she moves back and in a rush before coughing up globs of saliva.

He moves towards her and grabs a handful of her caramel brown hair before pushing her in once again. This time more accustomed to the movements, she pleasures him using her mouth. Her eyes are red with tears, and her face is a mess of tears, makeup, and spit.

He speeds up and starts pistoning his hips to the rhythm of her movements. After a bit, he pushes her into the hilt and cums hard. She gags and spits, but he holds her there as he dumps rope after rope into her.

He finally lets go of her and stumbles back a little to calm down. She runs toward a nearby pillar and steadies herself before violently puking.

"Go get yourself cleaned up. Remember, not a word to anyone. If you tell fly, I'll make sure this is the last time you ever set foot in a school."

I need to go. If he finds me here, he'll kill me. There's nothing I can do for Liz right now.