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Ms.Torchwood is acting funny?

Short story By: SarahTheAuthor
Young adult



Niall Jackson is a junior in high school, and one day his English teacher acts strange towards him, and he knows why. This is just a little scene that played out in my head that i had to write down.


Submitted:Aug 7, 2012    Reads: 430    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


This is Just A Little Something That I Wrote One Day, Out Of Boredom. I Don't Really Think It Will Be A Continuous Short Story. Maybe. If You Guys Want It To.

Her touch, cold as frozen ice cubes trapped in the freezer on a hot July. He hadn't known whether to scream or try and ignore her actions.

' God, this feels so good. I've been waiting a long, long time for this moment. Oh his lips look so luscious.' he heard her moan slowly in his mind. This had not been the first time she had thought this. He knew because he could read her mind. He could hear everyone's thoughts and ideas. Some were shocking and others were simply annoying.
'Oh, how I want to kiss him so much' he could feel the sexual aura coming in towards his way. He stiffened his body and traced small breathing techniques. The darkness of the room left him blank, but the constant sound of metal clanking together had been obvious to him. He knew he was in the boiler room. Well, for those of you who don't know what the boiler room is, it's the well known spot for horny teenagers to escape to during lunch and live their wildest fantasies. Why was he in their? Why was she so close?

"Ms.Torchwood …?" he began to whisper, not wanting to upset her.


"Shh. No questions Niall. Just be quiet. Please" Ms. Torchwood ushered, quickly pressing her C-cup breasts onto his chest.
Though Niall was nothing near a pervert, he could not help but to peer down through her translucent white blouse. He had never seen this side of his English teacher standing before him. Not even when her husband had divorced her and stole all her jewelry and prized possessions. Her depression and anger all lay hidden with her orangey-red hair. From that point on she wore wigs and extensions. Not today, at that moment in the boiler room her long natural cherry hair swayed as it rested on her shoulders, swaying past her elbows.

'I don't really care anymore. I need love too' she shouted to herself. Using a petulant tone with herself. As he heard this, his lips were mushed on by hers. He froze in shock and disbelief and she forced to body weight on him, toppling him over. What was happening?

"Stop, what are you doing? Are you crazy?" he shrieked as their lips parted. He struggled trying to escape, barely knocking his notebooks and textbooks down. The exit door was only a few steps away.

She took ahold of his book bag strap and caused a chaos of handouts and note cards to fall over. He bent over slowly trying to be as quiet as he could, which he hadn't succeeded in doing. She had found that as an opportunity to unlock a button on her blouse which exposed the top of her breasts. She giggled at the thought of him drowning in them.

"Ms.Torchwood your'e acting pretty funny"

"Really?" She cocked her head in a crooked angle.





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