The Dirty Affairs of a Vampire and His Horny Stepmom-Chapter 30: Dominating my lustful math teacher (1)

Shit, the situation with Naomi is even worse than I could’ve imagined...

I thought that within a few hours of her slapping me in Times Square she would’ve calmed down, but things didn’t exactly go that way...

Without even warning me, she actually changed seats, taking a desk at the opposite end of the classroom, and it goes without saying that the cruel, sarcastic comments from our classmates didn’t take long to start.

«Jace and Naomi must’ve really fought this time.»

«They looked inseparable — Jace must’ve seriously screwed up.»

«Yeah, who knows — maybe he fucked her mom?»

Comments that obviously pissed both me and Naomi off... but, surprisingly, someone else seemed even angrier than we were: Kimberly.

«What happened between them is none of your business, so stop talking nonsense or I swear I’ll get mad!»

Who would’ve ever thought it — Kimberly standing up for me so openly? That girl really does, without a doubt, have a heart of gold.

I won’t deny it: seeing her so protective and caring toward me is turning me on like crazy — it’s obvious she has a crush on me, even if, being the religious virgin she is, it’s only natural that she struggles to understand feelings like these herself.

At this point, it’s just a matter of time — I’m more and more sure of it!

All morning long, our classmates kept harassing Naomi, trying to push her into spilling the reason behind our breakup — not because they cared, but just to have more gossip to talk shit about.

And of course, Naomi didn’t say a single word about it — she practically ignored them the entire time — and once again it was Kimberly who stepped in, driving away that swarm of nosy idiots buzzing around her like a bodyguard protecting a celebrity from paparazzi.

Ah... what a fucking mess. And all because of that damn Tyler! But as if that weren’t enough to get on my nerves, now even Professor Amelia Archer has started sticking her nose into this whole affair — something that doesn’t concern her in the slightest.

You remember Amelia Archer, right? The math teacher who sent my grades through the roof — and not just my grades.

The bell for break finally rings, and only Professor Archer and I remain in the classroom.

Normally I’d have gone with Naomi to grab some snacks from the vending machines, munching on them while strolling through the school garden, but today I’d say that’s not really possible — and, to be honest, I don’t even feel like getting up from my seat.

«Jace Lance... I don’t know what kind of relationship there was between you and Naomi Everglade, nor what’s happened between you lately. But whatever it is, you’d better get over it quickly. This morning you froze during your oral exam on an extremely basic question, and that’s not like you — at least, not in my subject. Maybe... you need some extra tutoring on what we’ve covered? Or maybe you simply need to clear your mind of the troubles weighing it down? You’re welcome to come to my office after classes, Jace Lance. If you want to talk about it, I’m ready to listen,» she proposes.

«Thank you very much, Ms Archer. Yes, unfortunately Naomi and I had a bad fight yesterday afternoon, and the worst part is that she even thinks she’s in the right. That’s why I think it’ll be hard to make up with her. In any case, I think you’re right — talking about it with someone can only do me good...» I reply, exaggerating my dejection, my eyes lowered to the textbook.

Math tutoring? A therapy session complete with emotional support? Yeah, sure... I know exactly what this slut wants — and it’s definitely not to raise my grades, but to raise something else entirely.

And sure enough, my instincts never fail me when it comes to this kind of thing. It’s already five in the afternoon — classes have been over for a while, and...

«J-Jace... to solve this equation, you have to... aaaaah...»

Thank God we’re the only ones left in the school — if someone else heard her moaning like that right now, it’d definitely be a serious problem for both of us. More for me, honestly.

She’d just lose her job, while I... who the fuck would have the courage to tell Veronica I got expelled for being caught red-handed fucking my math teacher? No, I’d probably just run away from home.

Two and a half minutes, no more — that’s all the time the "math tutoring" lasted before we moved on to the real reason she had invited me to her office, and I accepted without batting an eye.

At least at first, I think Ms Archer genuinely believed it would be nothing more than a normal study session, with her sitting at the desk and me beside her — both of us pretending to read that endless, mind-numbing math textbook, simply waiting for the inevitable.

I mean, did she honestly believe, even for a second, that I came here just for some stupid tutoring? Please.

The very moment she started reading the first paragraph, my hand was already firmly pressed between her thighs — my fingertips slowly making their way under her long skirt. And yet, I didn’t go any further — not right away, at least.

Teasing a woman, making her writhe with pleasure while she struggles to stay focused on what she’s doing and keep herself under control... is without a doubt the most fun thing in the world — a little seduction game that, unfortunately, I can’t play with Veronica. The moment I even brush against her by accident, a minute later we’re already hidden somewhere, fucking, no matter where we are. That woman must have some kind of internal radar capable of finding the perfect spot for us to have fun — no matter how unlikely.

«J-Jace, I... I’m your teacher, and you’re my student... all of this is... is wrong. W-We can’t... we can’t...» Ms Amelia Archer pants, biting her lip.