Lessons in Sin

by Pam Godwin

His lashes lifted to half-mast, and his piercing blue eyes landed directly on me. Bedroom eyes. I imagined they looked just like that, sensual and heated, when he was in the throes of orgasm. Now that I had his rapt attention, I slid my finger between my lips and slowly sucked from tip to knuckle. As I withdrew it, I painted the wetness from my mouth along my slack bottom lip, rolling my tongue a little and— “Class dismissed.” He clipped out the words, never taking his eyes off my lips. I smiled. He scowled. “We still have ten minutes.” Carrie, so desperate to be the teacher’s pet, didn’t move from her chair. “Get out!” His roar rattled the windows and cleared the room in under three seconds. I might’ve peed a little, but I forced myself to remain seated. Forced my gaze to stay with his. Something had changed since the night he returned my phone. I’d deliberately shown him my underwear, and just like that, he’d stopped punishing me with labor that put me on my knees. No more floor scrubbing. All week, I’d argued through his lessons, spat obscene words at his face, and engaged in my usual ornery way. But each infraction was met with forced prayers and Bible study. Boring. My sore knees were happy about the reprieve from scrubbing, but sitting in this classroom reading passages of scripture wasn’t doing him or me any favors. It only inspired me to be naughtier. Theoretically, I represented everything he should avoid. My age, his vow, our student–teacher relationship—so many ...