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THE DARE: hit on my highschool teacher

Few weeks until graduation everything should go smoothly. That's what Cephan Miller thought until he was dared to sleep with his highschool teacher, Miss Abby Sean, the beautiful but reserved teacher who was always on her own. He did have sex with her, but from then onwards, he wanted to keep doing it. He knew it was dangerous, but kept on with it. Rated 18+
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Chapter 7

How could someone's basement be that loud?

That was what Cephan Miller thought as he placed the already lit cigar between his lips. He watched as everyone partied - bodies swayed, screams came from different directions and of course the moaning and groaning coming from all parts of the basement.

Apparently the party should've stayed in the basement, but with the sound coming from all directions, Cephan could swear it had moved upstairs.

"I thought you don't smoke," someone said, making him look up.

"Paige," he murmured, sucking in air from the smoke that sat between his index and middle finger.

Paige wasn't the typical high school girl who either stuck with the cool kids or the nerds. She was a loner through and through and how Cephan had encountered her was well... They once had a group project together before.

"I won't say it's a regular thing, just a lot on my mind," he said, throwing the cigar in the ashtray that sat on the table before him.

"How come you're here?" She asked and he had asked himself that same question.

He thought if coming here was even a good idea, for all he knew, Dav could easily spread whatever evidence he had against he and Abby in this party, but he hadn't.

Cephan shrugged.

"Dav invited me, but I know it's not for something good, anyways," he answered, cracking his knuckles.

Strangely, the sight of the girls dancing irked him and all he wanted to do was go home and wrap himself up in a warm blanket.

"I should go grab a drink, Paige - something to make me high, I guess. The smoke didn't work," he muttered and stood to leave. She nodded at him staring fixedly until he disappeared up the stairs.

Cephan moved to the kitchen and grabbed whatever alcohol he saw. As he strode down the stairs, someone waved and immediately he knew that meant trouble.

"Yo, Miller. Let's play a game, you wanna join?" Dav asked, wearing a sinister grin.

Cephan scoffed knowing what Miller meant was that he should join if he didn't want him to ruin his life.

"Sure." He walked to where Dav, his guys and some girls sat.

Once his eyes made contact with the bottle on the floor, he knew what game they were playing at.

This was the same game that made him fuck Miss Abby in her office at school.

"What the fuck does he want now," he grunted plopping down on the floor, his drink in his hand.

The game started softly with everyone knowing the rules, this time it was two dares and a truth and no one complained about it.

They couldn't.

A certain Mira was dared to give Chuck a blowjob till he came.

Cephan watched her as she stuck Chuck's dick into her mouth, swallowing it whole. She moved her mouth up and down, using her tongue to play with it.

Chuck gasped, pulling her by the hair and controlling her head movement.

"When was the last time you did this?" Someone teased as the girl sucked him even harder. Chuck groaned, making her go faster.

"Yooo it's coming!" Mason said, wetting his lips. Everyone cooed.

Chuck groaned inwardly pushing her head down and back up with force until it spilled - that creamy fluid scattered all over her face and mouth.

Mira swallowed it hard, staring at Chuck with a drunk expression.

"What do you think about this Miller?" A voice spoke up, making Cephan shoot his head up.

"Typical teenage parties," he replied Dav dryly, sagging his shoulders.

"Then you'll love it if one of the girls gave you one," he kept on.

Cephan glared at him, his face twisted in sheer disgust for him.

"I'll pass, I'm not in the mood to jerk off or something."

The game continued and Cephan almost lost hope that it wouldn't reach him, not that it mattered.

"Truth or dare, Mama's boy," Christian said, interrupting his thoughts.

"Dare."

He gulped down the content in the bottle, the coldness washing down his throat.

"Make Paige over there-" he pointed to where Paige sat scrolling through her phone.

"Kiss you for three whole minutes."

The group howled knowing how weird the girl was.

Cephan glanced over at where Paige sat wondering when she got there. He stood and walked over to her while the group watched with interest.

He stopped behind her and bent over to whisper in her ear.

"Kiss me. Those guys want me to," he said bluntly.

Paige's eyes widened for what looked like a minute, her mouth shaped like an O.

"I promise to be really good at it," he said, bringing out a more undecipherable reaction from her.

"I'll rather let Dav fuck me." She scoffed looking back at her phone.

"He's gay," he pointed out and she chuckled.

Paige turned her head so that their eyes met. She never knew much about this guy that stood before her, but the way he was so blunt and straight to the point about what he wanted made her heart skip a little.

It felt strange liking something that was so inappropriate.

"Make it quick," she whispered.

"Three minutes."

"What..."

Cephan didn't let her finish, he smashed his lips on hers sliding his tongue into her mouth. The feeling of guilt tugged at him and his chest tightened - it felt as though he was cheating on someone.

On his property.

Just then his timer beeped and he let her go, wiping the spit from his lips.

Paige breathed heavily holding her chest to steady herself.

"You're a good kisser," she muttered.

"Thanks."

Cephan walked back to the group as they cheered, but he didn't like what he felt.

He needed to leave there before he did something worse than just kissing.

"Miller, Truth or dare?" Dav asked, smiling wickedly.

Was it already his turn? He thought rubbing his temple.

"Truth," he answered subconsciously.

Why the fuck did his head hurt so bad.

"Did you fuck Miss Abby Sean?"

Cephan stoned as soon as the question left that bastard's mouth.

He opened his mouth to speak but no words left them. The room was suddenly quiet, everyone waiting for an answer to their rumour.

He could lie in that game and no one would know. He reminded himself that he was doing this for Miss Abby.

"No, she's not even my type-" he stood, dusting invisible dust from his trousers.

"And you know what? I'm done with this game. I'm leaving!" He scolded walking out without another word.

Who did David Brown think he was meddling with his personal life?

He stood outside and groaned as the headache increased.

Just then, four guys stepped out surrounding him.

"What do you want? If that's the surprise you wanted to show me, then you failed," Cephan scowled, digging his hands into his pocket.

Suddenly, Dav bursted out into a sinister laugh. He held his stomach as he cackled menacingly, questions ran through Cephan's mind.

Was there something else or had he just gone completely out of it.

Dav glared at him, his piercing gaze sent some disturbing waves towards Cephan.

"The real surprise is here..."

Christian raised his phone and clicked on a video.

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