Foreign Classes

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“I managed to get…” I turned to find he’d closed the gap between us soundlessly. He was so close I could smell his aftershave; citrus and cinnamon with a hint of soap. I cleared my throat. “Uhm, I got tenderness and ah” my blush was coming back with a vengeance “sensuality.” I made an effort to keep his gaze.
“Hmmm, tenderness and…sensuality. Nice choices. The last one would have taken me a while to think of at your age.” Was it just me or was he leaning closer? His delectable scent was making me lose my focus again. My eyes were lingering way too long on those beautiful lips of his. I wondered what they would feel like on my own…
“It was actually my first thought.” I was surprised to find my own voice had lowered, deepened. I hoped he hadn’t picked it up.
“Impressive work Carly. Nice to see your mind is working.” Did he just flick his eyes over my body? “If I were in your position” There was that seductive tone on ‘position’. Images of him lying on top of me flashed before my eyes. “I’d add empathy, care and sex to your list.” I was on fire, I was sure he could feel it, he was only inches away from me.
“Thank you.” I grinned at him. I didn’t want to move but I had work to do.
He come closer, his body pressed into my own. I had no idea of what was happening. His arm moved behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck causing the fine hairs to prick up. He whispered softly in my ear “You’ll need this…Carly.” I gasped softly, praying he didn’t hear me. My pen was pushed gently into my hand.
Before I could register it, his lips were pressed gently onto my own. I moaned and leant into him without thinking. Mr. Garrisons’ arms wrapped tightly around my waist and my arms instinctively found his neck, my pen dropping to the floor unnoticed. I eagerly opened my mouth to his probing tongue, sucking it gently.
Someone gasped. There was murmuring all around me. I pulled away in shock, apologizing profusely. My face going white then bright red as I realized what the entire class had just witnessed. Mr. Garrison pulled me close again and spoke for the whole class to hear “It’s ok Carly.” And kissed me again. That was it. I hesitated, wanting to continue this bliss but freaking out. I mean, this was a teacher! He was 27, 10 years older than me! But I wanted this so much. I brushed away my internal struggle and my hands wandered down to holder him closer to me.
He pulled away and I moaned softly, for him alone to hear. His lips fell to my ear, sucking and biting tenderly. “Don’t worry my sweet, I’ll give you all the attention you need.” He pressed a thigh between my own forcing another moan from my lips, this one of lust, not disappointment. I found my leg moving up to wrap around his hip. “That’s the way.” His lips moved down to my neck, drawing my soft flesh into his mouth and leaving light red marks as he moved slowly down to my collarbone. Mr. Garrison had one hand on my lower back, keeping our pelvises as close as possible. His other hand went to my thigh, reaching under my short school skirt to grasp my arse firmly. “No undies. Tutt tutt, naughty girl.” With that he bit my neck harder. I cried out softly, my fingers digging lightly at his back.
His hands grasped my arse and he firmly hoisted me up as I kicked off my shoes and wrapped my legs around his waist. He kept one hand below me to support my weight, the other grabbing my neck to pull my lips to his in a passionate kiss. I moaned into his mouth as he ground his hips up to greet mine. I felt a finger gently ease up my slit, seeking my clit. My head flew back and my eyes shot open as he found his prize and quickly brought me to a gasping orgasm. “Better?” He asked, nuzzling my neck. I nodded, not trusting my voice. “Would you like more of my attentions Carly?”
“Please Mr. Garrison,” I still shook lightly as I whispered into his ear. “I want more of you.”

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