Mr.O'Conner

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I could feel his eyes on me as I turned to face him. “Mr. O’Conner, I don’t understand.” He smiled at me and twisted the lab stool back around to face the table. “Don’t understand what, darling?” His sweet British accent made it even harder to focus on what he was saying, and not on the deep bass tones of his voice. He called everyone darling, it was nothing special, but it felt oh so wonderful. “The way the body can feel one thing, but the brain another.” The bell rang and I jumped in my seat, Mr. O’Conner’s hand coming down softly on my shoulder to steady me. “How about you stay after class and I’ll show you?” “Okay.” I let my head rest in my hands while the class filed out. Mr. O’Conner shut the door. And locked it. “I hope you don’t mind, Jennifer. I just don’t want us to get disrupted. Where were we?” By this time my mind was already wandering, playing and replaying all the times I’d imagined myself alone with Constantine O’Conner. I could feel myself becoming wet underneath my skirt. “Um…I think you were going to show me the way mind and body differ.” “Ah, yes. Okay then, lets get started.” He walked right up to me, twisted the stool around so I was facing him and moved himself so he was right between my legs. His face inches from mine. I could her myself start to pant lightly. “Now, I’m your senior class psychology teacher and your mind tells you that this is what?” I leaned closer to his lips and he moved his head back. “It tells me that this is wrong.” My spirits were deflated, did he not want me? “Correct. But your body says what?” I cast my eyes down, was I really going to say this? I felt his hand on my leg, slowly caressing my thigh. “M-my body says that I want you more than anything.” I slid closer to the edge of the stool and put my hand on the back of his neck. “My body says that if I don’t get this, then there’s gonna be hell to pay.” I wrapped my right leg around his well shaped torso and pulled him into a kiss. He didn’t resist. His lips part, his tongue eagerly meeting mine. I felt my hand tighten in his silky blonde hair. His lips went hungrily down to my neck, biting occasionally, making me yell out. He pulled himself back and wrapped his arms around me, his chest pressed into mine. “What’s your brain say now?” His green eyes sparkled in the dim lighting around us. “Mr. O’Conner, does it really matter?” He smiled at me and I felt his hands travel to the front of my shirt, hooking on the buttons at the bottom. “Please Jennifer, call me Constantine.”

“Constantine then. All that really matters is that you take this shirt off of me, an-” He pressed his lips to mine.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Very good writing, iamnunmber1. Obviously it's a rough and needs some editing for spelling and punctuation, but overall it's very effective. Commenting now on content only, the line about the body feeling one thing and the mind another is quite profound.