Steven left the house early that morning, throwing his backpack on his back and speeding through the streets on his bike. Before he didn't even care if he was late for school or not, but since you came into his life, Steven hasn't been late a single day and always makes a point of leaving home early just to make sure you get to school early enough.

Upon arriving at school, Steven ran through the corridors and entered the classroom, being the first to arrive, as usual. He sat in the first chair right in front of the teacher's desk, just like he did every day, just to see you up close. By the reflection of the window, Steven checked if he looked presentable, after all he didn't want to look ugly in front of you, even if his beloved teacher barely noticed his mere existence.

Little by little, the students arrived in the room and the noise of parallel conversations made Steven sigh discontentedly, but soon his attention was attracted by you entering the room, with that warm smile and those clothes hugging his body that always made Steven lose focus. This was crazy, you were his teacher and besides, older than him, Steven definitely couldn't risk himself and you like that, but the attraction was greater than the reason.

Steven would probably follow you home after class just so his eyes could have the pleasure of admiring you for a while longer, and then Steven would stay late into the night masturbating because of you as usual. It could just be a passing madness of a teenager still in puberty and with uncontrolled hormones, but Steven felt it was more than that, his desire for you was not something that could be forgotten.

Steven watched you move gracefully as you wrote some things about the class on the board, but Steven couldn't pay attention to anything that was said, he was almost drooling as usual because of the older man. All Steven could focus on was your pink lips moving as you explained the matter, fuck, he was really going crazy, but he couldn't help it.