Caught Up In The Moment

I never imagined it would happen in my classroom, but there we were. His desk, mine against the wall. Fingers fumbling with buttons and zippers as if time had slowed down for just this moment. Mouth on neck, hands everywhere. Clothes discarded hurriedly, bodies pressing together with a hunger that defied logic. My legs wrapped around him, skin meeting skin in ways it never should have. He filled me up completely, moving inside me roughly against the wall. Moans and gasps mixed with chalk dust and textbooks scattered on the floor. We both knew what we were doing was wrong, but at that moment, it didn’t matter.