MY LESSON TEACHER OPENED MY LEGS AND MY BODY ๐ฅ๐๐ฅ
โ๐ฝ Written by Vicky's Stories
Episode 8 โ The First Circle That Touched My Lips
That night, I barely slept. The word โSoonโ circled in my notebook replayed inside my chest like a drumbeat. I told myself again and again: tomorrow, I will not stay. I will run. I will not give him the chance to break me.
But the next day, fate laughed at my resolve.
The moment I entered class, my eyes betrayed me. They searched for him before I could stop them. And there he was โ leaning against the desk, his shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, his pen dancing between his fingers as though heโd been waiting only for me.
Our gazes locked for half a second too long. My stomach fluttered. I quickly looked away, but the damage was already done.
Throughout the lecture, his words washed over me like a private language. My classmates scribbled notes, but I barely heard anything beyond the way his voice curled my name in his mouth. Every time his eyes found mine, my pulse tripped. Every example, every pause, felt meant only for me.
When the bell rang, my body screamed at me to move, to escape. I even stood, my books pressed tight against my chest. But then โ
โAda.โ
Two syllables again. And like yesterday, my resolve shattered.
My classmates filed out, giggling, whispering. Soon the room was empty. Just him. Just me. Just silence.
He didnโt speak at first. He just watched me, as though reading every thought I tried to hide. Then, slowly, he lifted my notebook from the desk. His pen hovered, and before my eyes, he drew another circle. But this time, he didnโt stop there.
Inside it, he wrote a single word: Closer.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. โWhatโฆ does that mean?โ
His smile was faint, but his eyes burned. โIt means youโre ready to stop running.โ
Before I could protest, he closed the notebook, placed it gently aside, and stepped toward me. My back brushed the wall, my breath shallow. His scent wrapped around me โ faint cologne, ink, something darker.
โAda,โ he murmured, his hand hovering near my face but not touching. โI told you yesterdayโฆ sooner or later, youโll stop pretending.โ
โIโm not pretending,โ I whispered, though even I didnโt believe it.
โThen prove it.โ His voice dropped to a velvet hush. โTell me you donโt feel this.โ
I opened my mouth, but no words came. My silence was his answer.
And then โ the dam broke.
His hand cupped my cheek, warm, steady. My eyes fluttered shut as his thumb brushed my skin like fire. For a heartbeat, time froze. And then his lips touched mine.
Soft at first. Testing. Almost reverent. But when I didnโt pull away, when instead my trembling fingers clutched his shirt, the kiss deepened.
The world outside dissolved. It was just the press of his mouth, the taste of him, the way he marked me not with ink, but with heat.
When he finally pulled back, my chest heaved, my lips swollen from his claim. He whispered against my skin, โTomorrow, Adaโฆ Iโll ask again. And next time, I wonโt stop here.โ
I staggered from the room, my body on fire, my mind in chaos. I told myself it was wrong. I told myself I should walk away.
But even as I pressed trembling fingers to my lips, I knew the truth.originally written by Vicky's Stories
The circle was no longer on paper. It was on me.
And there was no erasing it.
That night, I dreamt not of red pens or lessons, but of his mouth โ closer, deeper, endless. And when I woke, I knew tomorrow would test me in ways I had no strength to resist.
๐ Do you think Ada will surrender fully in Episode 9โฆ or will guilt snatch her back at the last second? ๐ญ
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Episode 8 โ The First Circle That Touched My Lips
That night, I barely slept. The word โSoonโ circled in my notebook replayed inside my chest like a drumbeat. I told myself again and again: tomorrow, I will not stay. I will run. I will not give him the chance to break me.
But the next day, fate laughed at my resolve.
The moment I entered class, my eyes betrayed me. They searched for him before I could stop them. And there he was โ leaning against the desk, his shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, his pen dancing between his fingers as though heโd been waiting only for me.
Our gazes locked for half a second too long. My stomach fluttered. I quickly looked away, but the damage was already done.
Throughout the lecture, his words washed over me like a private language. My classmates scribbled notes, but I barely heard anything beyond the way his voice curled my name in his mouth. Every time his eyes found mine, my pulse tripped. Every example, every pause, felt meant only for me.
When the bell rang, my body screamed at me to move, to escape. I even stood, my books pressed tight against my chest. But then โ
โAda.โ
Two syllables again. And like yesterday, my resolve shattered.
My classmates filed out, giggling, whispering. Soon the room was empty. Just him. Just me. Just silence.
He didnโt speak at first. He just watched me, as though reading every thought I tried to hide. Then, slowly, he lifted my notebook from the desk. His pen hovered, and before my eyes, he drew another circle. But this time, he didnโt stop there.
Inside it, he wrote a single word: Closer.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. โWhatโฆ does that mean?โ
His smile was faint, but his eyes burned. โIt means youโre ready to stop running.โ
Before I could protest, he closed the notebook, placed it gently aside, and stepped toward me. My back brushed the wall, my breath shallow. His scent wrapped around me โ faint cologne, ink, something darker.
โAda,โ he murmured, his hand hovering near my face but not touching. โI told you yesterdayโฆ sooner or later, youโll stop pretending.โ
โIโm not pretending,โ I whispered, though even I didnโt believe it.
โThen prove it.โ His voice dropped to a velvet hush. โTell me you donโt feel this.โ
I opened my mouth, but no words came. My silence was his answer.
And then โ the dam broke.
His hand cupped my cheek, warm, steady. My eyes fluttered shut as his thumb brushed my skin like fire. For a heartbeat, time froze. And then his lips touched mine.
Soft at first. Testing. Almost reverent. But when I didnโt pull away, when instead my trembling fingers clutched his shirt, the kiss deepened.
The world outside dissolved. It was just the press of his mouth, the taste of him, the way he marked me not with ink, but with heat.
When he finally pulled back, my chest heaved, my lips swollen from his claim. He whispered against my skin, โTomorrow, Adaโฆ Iโll ask again. And next time, I wonโt stop here.โ
I staggered from the room, my body on fire, my mind in chaos. I told myself it was wrong. I told myself I should walk away.
But even as I pressed trembling fingers to my lips, I knew the truth.originally written by Vicky's Stories
The circle was no longer on paper. It was on me.
And there was no erasing it.
That night, I dreamt not of red pens or lessons, but of his mouth โ closer, deeper, endless. And when I woke, I knew tomorrow would test me in ways I had no strength to resist.
๐ Do you think Ada will surrender fully in Episode 9โฆ or will guilt snatch her back at the last second? ๐ญ
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