Chapter may contain explicit scenes. You have been warned.

" You're very late, again! " She was standing behind her desk, arms crossed under her plump breasts, stilletoed foot tapping impatiently on the linoleum floors, regarding me with her infamous glares.

" I'm sorry, traffic was crazy this morning," Having made my way over to my desk, I slumped down on it, shrugging my backpack off as it fell to the ground in a blunt thud.

" I'm not buying that excuse again, Young man," I wince at the sound of the title Young man. " That's what you said yesterday when you showed up in here forty-five minutes late."

" I'm sorry, I truly am," I breathe a sigh of frustration, raking my hand through my dishevelled hair. I hadn't slept well last night, my alarm was messed up and everything was a bit overwhelming with the end of semester exams crawling in the corner. I manifested another D minus grade, seeing as I hadn't glanced at my books in the name of studying . That would further earn me a possible ticket to Summer school.

As much as I like to act indifferently when it comes to matters of academic activities, deep within the pit of my stomach, I felt the weight of guilty conscience rebuking me for it, those below average grades were becoming a bother to me and I hated how soft I'd gotten.

" Sorry doesn't cut it ," Was her final response, reaching under her desk drawers, pulling it open before fishing out a booklet. " But I'm going to let it slide, again ."

Odd, I thought, raising a confused eyebrow at her peculiar attitude this morning. Usually Amanda wouldn't just drop an issue like this without putting up a fight. She's all about lecturing me on the proper way to act, reprimanding me if I even meandered out of line but with the relaxed expression that hijacked her face, I couldn't shake away the absurdity of this situation.

" I compiled a list of calculus equations for you to solve in today's pop quiz," She informed, approaching my desk with the booklet in hand, the sound of her stilletos clicking the linoleum with each step she took.

" Pop quiz?!" Butterflies were dancing inside my stomach at the mention of this bestial name. Again, on any normal day , even the mere mention of the word 'pop quiz' didn't seem to evoke any emotion from me . Today, I fell completely out of character, the palms of my hands coating with sweat. " You never told me that there would be a pop quiz, Amanda!"

" If you told you then it wouldn't be a pop quiz at all ,now would it?" A wicked, maniacal smirk stretched across her face as she dropped the booklet in front of me, it falling with a sharp thud, making me wonder how many leaflets it housed . How many questions she had drafted inside it. " You have thirty minutes to complete all the questions in there -"

" THIRTY MINUTES!" I don't bother to lower my voice as I exclaimed loudly at her preposterous order. " Are you punishing me for something?"

" No, I'm just being tough on you," Amanda said with a satisfactory smirk. " Years of teaching you and I realized how soft I was on you. Never curt, always allowing you to walk all over me like a door rag so I decided to... improve my teaching methods. Specifically on you. "

I remain mute, grabbing the booklet in front of me , feeling its thickness between my fingers as I flipped through, page by page, the glare on my face refusing to dry out. Everything just seemed off. I couldn't explain it. With each page turned, I'm met with questions I've never seen before in my life, some look as though they've been written in hieroglyphics or cuneiform printings. Six paged booklet with over 40 questions yet I knew nothing in it, except for my name and date.

My jaw clench with rage as I grab my pen, preparing myself for the disappointment I was about to jot inside this pop quiz booklet.

" I expect a perfect score," She's still standing in front of me , I can practically smell her signature perfume.

" Yeah, that's not happening," I scoff, bringing the tip of my pencil over to the part that required me to write my initials.

" I'd hate to see you going to summer school,"

" I don't give a shit, it's not like I'll be the first student to ever attend it anyway ," The sound of pencil scratching paper is heard as I wrote my name in my most atrocious handwriting. " What is it, a death sentence of some sort?"

" What about Math camp?" My gaze shoots up to face her , horrified by the sound of that.

" There's no such thing as 'math camp' ," I derisively went , watching her eyes darken with mischief. What's up with her today? Why was she acting this way? I felt as though I was in the presence of Amanda's evil twin as opposed to her usual self. I don't know, something just didn't feel normal.

" You want to find out just how real it is?" A dare, her voice dropping to a lower octave.

" Is that a threat? Are you threatening me , Amanda?" I inquired in a cold tone, rolling the pencil between my thumb and forefinger in a slow manner.

" You get a below average grade on this pop quiz, then maybe you'll get the answer to that question you're asking me, " Suddenly the air felt thick, like inhaling smoke inside a fume chamber, it choking me as I cold sweat trickled down my brow. If her aim was to scare me then mission complete. This was a side of her that terrified me. My mouth became a valley of dry bones.

" I haven't studied..." I muttered, feeling persecuted under her probing gaze, the first time I truly humbled myself.

" You had three months for that, I guess now you'll face the consequences of your ignorance," She spat acidly.

" Please..." I pleaded, voice small, dejected. Eyes refusing to look at her except the booklet that housed my worst nightmare in printed form. " I beg of you.... just give me a day or two to study for this quiz, Amanda. My father would disown me if I failed again."

" He's used to having a son for a failure, something tells me he's immune to your incompetence and disappointing results,"

" Why are you being so mean to me today, Amanda?" I decided to face her, wounded by her harsh criticism, surprised at her insensitive words. " Is it because I came to class late again? I already explained it to you, traffic was heavy. It was beyond my control!"

" You constantly lie to me, I find it hard to believe your story on traffic," She said in an icy tone. " the same way I find it hard to believe that you'd study for his quiz if I gave you a day to do so as per your request."

" I will study!" She snorted a laugh, rolling her eyes at that. " I just need...the perfect motivation. Something that will effectively motivate me to study."

Amanda stares at me, eyes never breaking eye contact as my words sunk into her conscious. Her lips are pressed into a straight line, arms crossed as she drummed her fingers against her folder arm.

" Motivation is what you need to study hard? " She asked in a quiet voice after a beat of silence passed between us.

I don't verbally response as I opted for a simple head nod, swallowing the bitter lump that had formed inside my throat. Her words on me being a failure in the eyes of my father really cut deep, wounded me and I was starting to rethink my unrequited love towards her.

"What kind of motivation do you need so as to study properly, with flourishing results?" She asked once again in her institutionalism tone, face neutral.

"I don't know...I still haven't figured that out yet," it was true. I didn't have the tool to drive me into working hard to reach successful heights. Usually someone has some kind of thing or person who motivates them to perform well. I had none. My mom wasn't my driving force, and neither was my dad.

I thought it through yet nothing seemed to cross my mind. I seriously had nothing or nobody that drove me to motivation.

" My....my mind is blank, I can't think of anything that would help motivate me...." That came out as a disappointed response. I watch as Amanda's face softens slightly, taking some much needed inhale, letting it out once her chest was nourished of the breathe of fresh air , her bottom lip sliding between her teeth before biting delicately onto it.

" Okay," She exhales once again. " what if....I suggest something. You know, to help motivate you in your studies."

" And what would that be?" I unenthusiastically replied, my mood still soured from her previously degrading words. 

Amanda doesn't reply immediately, instead she intently stares down at me, as though she was having an internal debate on whether she should advice me on the motivation tool that she had in mind or if she'd just leave me to fail like she expected me to. Her head twists to glance at the classroom door that was shut then back down at me.

" How good are you at keeping secrets, Maxwell?" Her once authorative voice mellowed into a soft undertone, with a hint of something that sounded forbidden. Like mischief. I tried to hold back the anxiety attack that threatened to reap my brains out. Why was she - How is she- She's acting fucking different today!

" Pretty good, I guess," I swallowed back the nauseous feeling. I felt as if she was asking me to commit murder with her capricious mood, secretive and shit.

" Can I trust you?" Again, her voice was provoking me into thoughts I didn't want to engage in.

I nodded, slightly uncertain about all that was happening.

" Because what I'm about to offer you, is...abit unorthodox, it goes against every rule written down by the board of education, it goes against anything I ever believed in...."

" What is it?" She remains stagnant, still maintaining that ruthless staring contest with me and I swear I wanted to shit and pee on myself right there on my seat. " Is it....bad?"

" It's bad , in the context of what is considered to be morally right in our society but.... it's not bad when kept a secret between us,"

" Oh," Another aggressive gulp, the saliva dried out , leaving me with nothing to swallow. " Is it .... part of the motivation tool?"

" Yes, " Her arms uncrossed from her chest , slowly dropping to her side. " I've given it a thought and I think it's a pretty good remedy for you. I'm positive that it will help with your motivation. "

" Positive?" A fearful shaky voice.

" Mhm," Amanda nodded. " Do you want to hear what it is?"

Now it was my turn to nod, my heart pounding nonstop against my fragile chest, afraid it'd break my ribcages off.

Her left arm would then cautiously slide back up her torso in a slow exaggerated way , my eyes anticipating and curious as it followed the trail of her perfectly manicured fingers as they brushed her alabaster buttons to her rose pink Charmeuse blouse . With the first three buttons to her shirt undone, the slight peek of her cleavage came to view, her fingers stopping right underneath the glorious crevice of that hypnotic cleavage. My fingers to both sweaty hands curled around the edges of my desk , in a tight grip, fear and excitement taking over every fiber of my being, coursing through my veins, trickling down my spine, a forbidden sensation pooling between my legs as she proceeded to slowly unbutton, the Charmeuse blouse parting with each button undone.

I'm used to spying on her shamelessly through my bedroom window as she undressed, without her consent, but today, this uncanny day , standing not one feet away from me, she willingly undressed for me. The second button comes undone and the third, and I get the first close up view of her bloody red bra, that cupped her tits tightly against her chest, the roundness more pronounced that what I'm used to seeing from across my bedroom window.

Those globes, perfect spheres hidden behind that bra....

" You'll get ten minutes to do whatever it is that you want to do with my breasts," She seductively informed, undoing the last of her buttons, exposing more of her torso and I couldn't stop my eyes from zeroing in on the aforementioned breasts. So huge!

Ten minutes. Just ten minutes to execute all my dirty fantasies on what I've dreamed of doing to any woman's breasts. Suck them, bite them , squeeze them, bury my face between them, lick them.....the possibilities were limitless and I was practically vibrating with anticipation.

" Hopefully this will ... motivate you into studying harder, yeah?" She's done unbuttoning, taking an even closer step as her thighs bumped into the front of my desk, then bent down, her hands resting palms down on my desk , bringing her boobs a fraction closer to my gaping mouth. " Go ahead, do as you will, Max. Don't waste a second because this is the first and last time that you'll ever get near such perfect breasts like these-"

That was all I needed to dive into those funbags, my nose inching closer to her bosom, mouth ready to receive those softened flesh when-

"MAX!" A sharp jolt draws me back to reality only to find myself in bed, crusty drool sliding down the corner of my mouth as Roxie yelled out for me to wake up. " You're gonna be late if you don't get your ass up already, sheesh!"

Confused , breathless and severely aroused, I darted glances around my surroundings, heart racing like I just ran a 10k marathon. Roxie strolls away, slamming the door after her, leaving me to my own mess.

It was a dream? But it felt so fucking real! I pull up the sheets and as expected, I seriously messed up the sheets during that erotic dream of mine, a wet dream induced by Amanda and her friggin perfect breasts.

" It was a dream?" That's impossible. It felt so real!

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So.... this was wild!

It was a bit cringe writing this chapter NGL but what's the point of avoiding such a scene when the book is literally called Dude I kissed your mom! Hopefully it'll help with the story's build up.

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