Wet For Teacher 111

Heat crept up to my cheeks and my eyes scanned everywhere but him. Not many people hoped they’d wake up the next morning and their 10 would be a 3, but I had. I seriously couldn’t handle the situat

ion. I’d remembered him as a 10, but he was actually a 20. Way too hot to handle. I had things to do today! I had to be at school, but this brilliantly sexy guy was holding my black lace panties and all I could think was how I wanted to jump all over him.

“Yes,” I said, coughing to get control of my faculties. “As a matter of fact I am looking for those. I’m running late.” I tried to convey that I was in no mood for shenanigans, but I failed. My head hurt from bathing my brain in too much tequila, I’m sure I smelled like it too, and I generally felt gross. Still, I wanted to rip that sheet from his hands and crawl back to bed with him.

I reached for my thong, only to have Mr. No Name pull back playfully. I glared. If I was going to go to my first day of school hungover and smelling like it,