Ms. Lamb

Xander watched the bottle spin and looked in astonishment as it landed on Ms. Lamb. A sudden silence filled the room, the moment every single one of them were unconsciously expecting, to see what would happen if the bottle stopped on their teacher.

An open-mouthed Xander and a surprised Rosie locked eyes, both student and teacher unable to decide what to do. Xander found himself wondering what would it be like to kiss an older woman, Rosie Lamb was just eight years older than him, but his mind saw her as an older woman, considering she was his teacher and all that the title entailed. ”An intelligent, beautiful and sexy older woman.”

Rosie was caught by surprise, but she had already decided at the beginning of the game to not cheat on her beloved fiancé. Sure, it was just a little kiss, but in her mind it was highly inappropriate of her, a teacher, to kiss a student.

She gave a small smile at Xander and then at the other kids. “Sorry everyone, but it won’t be today you’ll see me kissing someone,” She announced in a playful voice, drawing boos of disapproval from her students. “Maybe when I get married, you can come to the wedding.”

Xander chuckled. “That’s ok, Ms. Lamb,” He said with a grin. “But now I’ll have to give you a penalty.”

Cheers broke amidst the group and Rosie smiled at her student. “Take it easy.” She playfully warned him.

Xander looked at his friends, a thoughtful expression on his face before he decided and grinned at his teacher. “I think everyone here will agree with me on this, your penalty will be to kiss the person the bottle tells you to on the next round.”

Ollie whistled as the others nodded their approval. “Bravo, Xander, and here I was thinking you didn’t have it in you.” He said, secretly wanting to see their righteous, prim and proper teacher debase herself by kissing a student. ”Maybe I can use it as leverage to use with Mr. Hunter.”

Rosie looked at Xander with a gaped mouth, the boy had trapped her, fair and square. She wanted to be disappointed at him, but she couldn’t, Xander was one of her brightest students and she did have a good conversation with him before the game. “Alright, Mr. Evans, but don’t you go around springing any more clever ideas on me, okay? Otherwise, I'll be **** to stop the game,” She said with a small smile, hoping that it wouldn’t feel too weird or bad. ”It’ll be just a little peck, it can hardly be called cheating.” The teacher tried to convince herself as she took a hold of the bottle and spun it.