An explosion of thoughts raced past Jen's mind in the seconds her lips touched his. They ranged from disbelief to extremely pleasant. Much like him, she could feel her heart pounding rapidly in her ears as fear turned into curiosity and curiosity turned into wanting more. She had to admit that despite it all, he was a fairly good kisser for a boy his age. His lips were soft and moist but not overly so, and her hand in his hair curled slightly.
What had started out as a routine test revision had turned into a walk on the wild side. She was a teacher. He was her student. This was not supposed to happen. And for as much as she wanted so much to explore his lips and mouth and all the possibilities and feelings that came with this strange new adventure, she knew deep down inside that there were so many things wrong with this.
With a tiny gasp, Jen pulled back from the kiss, pressing her fingertips gently against her lips which had just kissed a ridiculously younger man. And it had felt so good. "Wes, I--" She wanted to explain why this couldn't happen. She wanted to tell him that they should have never gone this far. But all she could think of was feeling his lips on hers again.