Once she knew it was turning into an ongoing thing, Teresa told her sister that she and Milo were having sex. Research, Teresa thought. Milo stopped thinking of Teresa as being just his foxy teacher. “Here we are.”
“This is our secret, right?”
“Right.”
“Good,” Teresa said, and stepped into his arms. Her subtle scent intoxicated him. I’m your teacher and you’re my student.”
“But you did it!”
“It was wrong.”
“So I’ll quit school.”
“You will not! She decided to read Milo’s first and was shocked as soon as she opened the cover and saw the title: ‘The Good Life of Teresa, English Teacher’. Milo figured it must have been the part about the quarterback saying he loved the cheerleader while he was trying to screw her that gave them the idea. “Hmm, that’s a lot of cum,” she said. She slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. “Maybe she will too.”
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Milo became integrated seamlessly into grad school life. This was a required course–every student, regardless of their curriculum had to pass it– and since writing was one of his strengths he hoped to earn an A. There was a substitute teacher, an Einstein-looking dude with wild hair and a wrinkled white shirt and tie.
