Nova‘s heart raced as she crept stealthily through the darkness towards Mr. Whyte’s house. The young high school senior had fantasized about this moment for so long, the forbidden fruit of her teacher, Mr. Whyte’s embrace. She knew deep down it was wrong, a taboo even, but her hormones and desire had overtaken reason.
Nova lingered by the bedroom window, peeking through the curtains. There was the married couple, the object of her obsession sprawled across the bed in a tangle of sheets, naked in slumber. Nova waited until Mrs. Whyte’s breathing slowed to a steady rhythm signifying deep sleep. She crept around to the back door and slipped inside.
On silent feet, Nova padded down the dark hallway. Mr. Whyte snored lightly as she eased open the door. “Mr. Whyte…” Nova whispered breathily. “It’s me, Nova. I had to see you.”
The teacher stirred and opened bleary eyes. “Nov… Nova? What on earth are you doing here, this late? Where’s your mother, your…” Realization dawned. “You came to me. My God.”
“Please Mr. Whyte, I need you,” Nova begged, tears springing to her eyes. “I can’t help myself anymore. I love you. I’ve always loved you.”
Mr. Whyte sat up, still disbelieving. But Nova stood there trembling, her voluptuous young body barely concealed by a thin cotton sundress, and his treacherous resolve began to crumble.
“Nova, baby, we can’t. This is so wrong…” But even as he protested weakly, Mr. Whyte reached for her. Nova fell into his arms sobbing with relief and desire. They collapsed on the bed in a frenzy of desperate kisses and grasping hands.
Clothes were hastily shed, inhibitions abandoned as they lost themselves in a passionate tangle of limbs. Mrs. Whyte slept on, oblivious. For the next hour, only sighs and muffled moans of pleasure echoed through the Whyte’s bedroom as the young lovers indulged their forbidden lust.
After, they lay spent and panting, bodies entwined. “Nova…” Mr. Whyte sighed heavily. The girl merely nuzzled his neck, sated for the moment. But a wicked idea blossomed in her scheming mind.
“Mr. Whyte…” Nova purred, trailing fingers down his chest. “Since we’ve done this, surely you won’t fail me in class now, will you? You have to help me graduate…” She smiled up at him, an angelic expression belying the devilish intent. Mr. Whyte’s eyes widened in shock at her brazen manipulation.
And so it began, the sordid affair between the teacher and his star pupil, a dangerous game of sex and secrets. Nova got the good grades she coveted, and Mr. Whyte, well, the price of his integrity was rather steep indeed. But who could resist the temptation of such sweet forbidden nectar? It was only the beginning of a torrid tale of lust, corruption, and the wicked ways of youth.