The news spread like wildfire.
"An 18-year-old NBA player? Wow! How did they pull that off?"
"Is that even possible in this day and age?"
"I don't know—maybe they're paving the way for a genius!"
Speculation buzzed around the globe, dominating headlines and social media alike. People debated whether Ross Oakley's meteoric rise was the result of sheer talent, savvy marketing, or something else entirely.
Videos of his highlights circulated endlessly, his face plastered on every trending feed. Yet, as the world marveled at his achievements, Ross himself remained utterly indifferent.
"Honestly, why do they care so much?" he muttered under his breath, reclining lazily in his chair during class. For him, the accolades and the hype were just noise. Life had far more enticing distractions. His girlfriends, for instance—far more engaging than any viral clip or headline.
But today, his attention was fixed on something, or rather someone, else.
"Teacher Natalie, could you help me for a moment?" Ross asked, his voice smooth but with a faint hint of mischief. "I'm a bit confused about some of the lessons you went over today."
The classroom went silent. Every head turned toward Ross and Natalie, though none dared to openly gawk. Instead, whispers and subtle glances passed between his classmates.
They weren't fools—everyone had noticed the peculiar relationship between Ross and their stunning teacher. It wasn't exactly inappropriate, but it danced dangerously close to the line.
At least they didn't had any real evidence yet that Ross was already fucking their beautiful economics teacher.
Natalie turned to him, her lips curving into a soft, professional smile. "Of course, Ross. Tell me what you're struggling with, and I'll do my best to help."
She stood with an air of confidence, her white polo shirt snug and slightly unbuttoned at the collar, offering just enough of a view to spark wild imaginations.
The fitted blue skirt she wore hugged her shapely hips, and her sheer black stockings added a polished allure. It wasn't intentional—probably—but to the teenage boys in the room, she might as well have been a goddess descended from heaven.
Ross was no exception. His gaze lingered for a moment longer than it should, though he masked it well behind his usual nonchalant demeanor. He approached her desk with the ease of someone who knew exactly how much attention he commanded.
Natalie gestured toward an empty chair beside her, unaware—or perhaps entirely aware—of the storm of envy brewing behind her. The other boys shifted uncomfortably, pretending not to care, though jealousy burned in their eyes.
Just as Ross opened his notebook to feign academic diligence, a soft ding echoed through the room. Suddenly, the classroom door and windows slid shut with an audible click before locking firmly in place.
The two lovers were alone and concealed from any prying eye.
The air grew tense. A strange energy seemed to envelop the room, heavy and charged, as if an unseen force was preparing for something monumental.
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Ross smirked. For him, this was no surprise. He leaned back casually in his chair, crossing his arms, as if he'd been expecting this all along.
"Looks like the real lesson starts now," he murmured under his breath.
Natalie's expression remained calm, but her eyes glimmered with something unspoken. Whatever was about to happen, it was clear she was no ordinary teacher, and Ross was far from an ordinary student.
"You're very naughty this morning, Ross, of all times," Natalie said, her voice carrying a playful edge, though her flushed cheeks betrayed her true feelings. "Haven't you had enough of me already last night?"
Despite her words, there was no mistaking the happy sparkle in her eyes. What had begun as something forced—something she might have resisted—had evolved into something else entirely.
Natalie, like so many others, had been drawn into Ross's orbit, helpless against the overwhelming pull of his charm and confidence.
Ross leaned casually against the desk, his smirk as devilish as ever. "Don't tell me you're not enjoying this," he teased, his eyes raking over her outfit. "Especially dressed like that. Who are you trying to seduce, hmm?" He chuckled, the sound low and teasing, and took a step closer.
Natalie's cheeks burned hotter. She opened her mouth to retort, but Ross cut her off with his next move. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek before tilting her chin upward.
"Looking like a slut that you are," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky tone, "it's like you're begging for me to make a move."
"Ross," Natalie breathed, her voice barely audible as her pulse quickened.
He didn't wait for an invitation. Leaning down, Ross captured her lips in a deep, claiming kiss. Natalie stiffened for a moment, her mind racing, but her body betrayed her, melting into his touch as his hands slid around her waist.
She barely had time to process what was happening before Ross lifted her with ease, placing her on the desk. The wooden surface was cool against her legs, but her focus was entirely on the man in front of her.
The classroom was silent save for the sound of their breathing. Rows of empty chairs faced them, and if there had been students present, they would have been treated to a scene straight out of a scandalous dream.
Ross's lips moved against hers with a blend of skill and raw passion, leaving her breathless. His hands explored her figure, firm yet respectful in their movements, as if he knew exactly how to make her lose control without crossing a line she wasn't ready for.
Natalie's mind spun as heat flooded her body. Her breaths came faster, her heart pounding in her chest as her body responded to him almost instantly.
She could feel her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her shirt, pressing against the material as if begging for attention.
A warmth pooled between her thighs, undeniable and growing with each passing second.
And Ross? He barely seemed to have started. His grin was wicked as he pulled back, watching her with those piercing eyes that seemed to see straight through her.
"See?" he whispered, his voice thick with amusement and something deeper. "I told you—you wanted this just as much as I did."
Natalie swallowed hard, her lips tingling from his kiss. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk, as though anchoring herself to reality.
"Ross," she managed, her voice shaky yet soft. "You... we can't just—"
"Can't?" Ross interrupted, raising an eyebrow as he leaned in close again, his lips brushing against her ear. "I think we've already crossed that line, don't you?"
Her protests died on her lips as his hand slid up her thigh, his touch electric even through the stockings she wore. Natalie bit her lip, her body trembling as she felt her resolve slipping away entirely.
The locked doors and windows seemed to mock the world outside. In this moment, there were no students, no rules, and no consequences—just the two of them, caught in a whirlwind of desire and tension that neither could resist.
Ross kissed her again, deeper this time, and Natalie couldn't hold back the soft moan that escaped her lips.
Whatever had drawn her into this situation, one thing was clear: resisting Ross Oakley was no longer an option.