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Last on her list was the Moons. They looked a normal enough couple. Should she mention it?
She would only cause unwanted drama. I can tell he has a real passion for music. There's got to be something. Well if that's all thank you for your time.
It seemed his father was expecting Ally to say something bad about him. Say he was horrible, and that she hated him. His father looked the grumpy type who would want to shout at his son for not doing well in school. That day in class there had been some awkward looks, but it seemed he had taken Ally's advice and backed off.
Tuesday arrived and Ally had the seniors first thing in the morning. The class ran smoothly and everything went to plan.
If you need help come see me. When she turned around she saw Austin standing with his book in his hand. What don't you understand? You just have to write a thirty second piece of music and use a cadence.
His face was inches away from her. His voice sounded different. Low and husky almost. You're in the key of C, you can simply end it on a C. He looked into her eyes. Ally should have felt awkward, but she didn't. She had never really seen his eye's up this close.
Ally stood up and backed away from the desk. So you don't mind that I find you hot? I'm curious as to why you didn't tell my parents. Do you think I can't deal with you Austin?Teacher - Student Relationship
Your little stares will pass and you'll get over it. I think you wanna fuck me too. Get out right now Austin. Was he trying to make her mad? Ally must have been losing her mind, because what she done next was unforgivable.
Ally took a deep breath before locking the classroom door. It was at that point Austin got a little scared. She had no idea what she was doing. Ally was surprised by Austin's response. He actually started taking his clothes off. First his jacket and then his shirt. Ally was in a state of shock. He was a little above average.
Not too buff but not too scrawny looking. She was in awe until the truth of the matter came bursting into her mind. She could get fired for this. Ally stood there speechless.
She wasn't sure what to say. Austin stood up and walked over to her. She just leaned in and kissed him. She was going to get fired and everyone would hate her, she was going to ruin her life by doing this, but she didn't stop. The kiss started innocent enough but soon enough Austin slipped his tongue into her mouth and soon their tongues were battling for dominance.
If anyone caught them just now Ally would literally break down and cry. Austin ran his hands down Ally's back until they reach their destination. He lifted her up onto her desk and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Most people can't take Russian Vodka. He had a nice hand with long fingers. I noticed that he to had Russian Vodka.
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Then it hit me. He was a Russian hottie. The longer we talked, Dimitri's eyes got even more brown. I wanted to ask if he had a girlfriend. I was shocked at first but I relaxed and started kissing him back. When we broke apart for air, he said "Do you fancy going somewhere else?
He took me to his car. It was a blue Honda Civic. I guessed that we reached there later than we should have because we couldn't stop kissing each other. We sat on his couch when we reached his house. His eyes were so dark and deep that I wanted to dive right in. He went to the kitchen and answered the call. I went into one of the rooms. I guess it was Dimitri's. I was looking at his room when I felt Dimitri behind me. He reached out and gripped my wrists. Releasing my wrists, he moved his hands up my arms, sliding slowly along my skin.
Holding me in his dark, hungry gaze, he pulled me to him, pressing me right up to his body. One of his hands moved up the back of my neck, twining his fingers in my hair and tipping my face up to his. He brought his lips down, barely brushing them against mine. Swallowing, I asked, "Do you think I'm pretty? His kiss consumed me. His hands on my arms slid down, down my hips, down to the edge of my dress. He gathered up the fabric in his hands and began pushing it up my legs. I melted into that touch, into his kiss and the way it burned against my mouth.