After School Special

After getting the signal to start, Naomi nods at Jasmine, who returns her nod, and they begin. They turn to each other and press their bodies into one another, their arms wrapped around one another’s lower back. Naomi takes the lead, as usual, and leans in and places her lips on Jasmine’s lips. Jasmine, who felt reserved about this replacement assignment at first, found her groove and ran her hands up and down Naomi’s back while she kissed her. Both girls begin to act as if there is not anyone in the classroom. This causes them to get into their normal state of Naomi being the leader and dominant one and Jasmine being the submissive who lets Naomi do as she pleases as long as it feels good. Jasmine’s hands find Naomi’s hair and she begins to run her fingers through Naomi’s hair. Naomi stops, closes her eyes, and inhales in pleasure, shortly, returning to kissing Jasmine. Naomi slips her tongue into Jasmine’s mouth before stopping and then moves away from her.

Naomi looks at Jasmine, licks her lips, and looks around the room with a crazed look on her face. She looks down at the Professor’s desk and, with a swoop of her arms; she clears everything off of the desk and into the floor. She had a carnal look in her eyes but she recovers her seductive composure as she looked over to the Professor to see if he was about to say anything about what she had just done. Professor Martin looks at her for a moment, void of thought as he became engrossed in what was happening in his classroom, but shook his head slightly and smiled as Naomi nodded slowly. He enjoyed a woman that knew what she wanted and how to go about getting it.

Naomi gave the Professor a cocked smile and turned to Jasmine, lowering her head and staring her down. Jasmine knew this gaze and began getting more aroused as Naomi continued to stare at her. Jasmine closed her eyes and inhaled as euphoria flooded her body. She wanted Naomi to do all the things they had not done yet right now. Naomi walked around Jasmine, all the while maintaining her intense gaze, until she finally was standing square in front of her. She kept her eye contact with Jasmine but Jasmine would not look away, she knew that keeping eye contact would only make Naomi go further.

Naomi smiled at Jasmine and walked up to her, inches from her face, studying the features of Jasmine. Naomi took her right hand and put it up to Jasmine’s face. Naomi took Jasmine’s face and pulled Jasmine into her, kissing her roughly and pushing her away. Jasmine stepped backwards into the Professor’s desk and rested against it, both hands behind her, palms flat on the hard wooden surface of the solid oak desk. Naomi stood rooted to her spot, keeping her predatory gaze on Jasmine.

Professor Martin was completely lost in the thick feeling of lust that filled the air. He watched the two girls in action with a vacant but pleased look on his face. He came to for a moment and took in all the details that were around him. The sun that managed to make it through the closed blinds seemed to act as a spotlight, resting around Jasmine and Naomi in their act of passion, never before seen in this room. It was a remarkable sight, watching the light shimmer brilliantly off the bare skin of both girls. The beading sweat gleamed in the sun light as it contrasted the skin tones of both girls. He brought his attention to the figure of both girls. Naomi, standing, prepared to pounce on her prey, and Jasmine, leaning up against his desk, both palms behind her, flat on the desk top to support her shoulders since her knees were growing weak from the overload of pleasure she must be feeling. It was such an amazing sight and he had never seen anything before. He had never seen anything this splendid before and the flowers in full bloom during the start of spring could compare to this act of passion taking place in his room. He noted the way the rise and fall of the stomach and chest of both girls was rhythmic and at a gradually increasing rate. It was a melody to his ears to listen to the breathing and quick inhales of breath that could be heard every so often from either girl. He did not know that such noises would incite him like these have but it was something that he did not want to ever stop.

Jasmine stood, resting on the desktop since her legs did not want to stop shaking. She was shaking badly but it was such a great feeling. She wanted Naomi to continue but the anticipation she was building from her just standing there with her deep penetrating stare was turning her on so much that she did not think she could take it much longer. She wasn’t able to get words to form on her lips so she just stood there, trembling in pure pleasure and excitement, letting the feeling of bliss build inside her and waiting for Naomi to make her move. She had never had this feeling out her before and she had a fleeting idea that it was because the Professor was in the room. She did not want to think about anything right now, so she stood there, her mind in complete silence, her body lusting after Naomi’s next move.

Naomi smiled at Jasmine as she looked from her face down her body, her mouth watering as if she was getting ready to take the first drink she had had all day long. She continued down Jasmine’s body, following the curve of her body from her chest, sloping down to her toned abdomen, and rising back up to her hips as she focused on her skirt for a moment. She took in the thought of what she would be feasting on soon with a deep inhale of breath. Naomi saw Jasmine’s knees shaking out of the corner of her eyes, and she smirked at the sight, returning her gaze back up to her face. She knew the feeling of looming bliss was building in Jasmine’s body and she loved letting it overflow. She decided to start letting it overflow, so she walked up to Jasmine and placed her left cheek on Jasmine’s right cheek and whispered in her ear, “I know you must want me to attack you now, but I think I will have my fun and make you beg for it.” She paused with her last word, then grabbed Jasmine’s earlobe with her lips and sucked on it.

Jasmine shuddered as every hair on her body, especially on the back of her neck, stood up on end. She let out a slight moan as the feelings of pleasure continued to build in her body, now to the overflow point where she could not keep in the noises anymore. She loved the feeling of Naomi’s moist tongue on her body but it was an amazing feeling when she focused on one thing like her earlobe.

Naomi released Jasmine’s earlobe, letting it trail out on the tip of her tongue and she switched to Jasmine’s other side but went for the area of her neck just below her earlobe. She dragged her tongue along the area between the curve of her neck and just under her earlobe. Jasmine loved ever inch of this and tilted her head away to enjoy it even more. Naomi took her tongue back insider her mouth, lowered her lips to the skin on Jasmine’s neck, and sucked on it, rubbing it slightly with her tongue. She felt the goosebumps rising on Jasmine’s skin so she release her grasp on the skin she had and backed away slightly, letting her breath brush against the bottom tip of Jasmine’s earlobe.

Naomi kept her eyes on the spot that she had been sucking. For a moment, she took in how wonderful the reflection of the setting orange sun looked as it reflected off the light tan on Jasmine’s skin. She had not noticed it until now but she noticed a scent of vanilla floating up from Jasmine’s skin. She smiled as she laid her tongue on Jasmine’s skin and dragged it along as she began searching for the scent’s origin. She made her way from just below the earlobe, down the neck and along the curve, flowing down to her collarbone, running her tongue along the base of the neck and finally reaching the center of Jasmine’s chest, right above her breasts. Naomi reached down to Jasmine’s skin with her lips once more and sucked, releasing her hold and watching the setting sun’s light reflect off of her remaining saliva on Jasmine’s skin. She moved over slightly from where she had been sucking Jasmine’s skin and set her nose down to the skin. She smelled deep as she took in the scent of vanilla that was coming off Jasmine’s skin. She did not know why this made her feel this way but it was a great feeling.

Naomi lifted her head from Jasmine’s skin and looked her in the eyes. Both of Jasmine’s pupils grew extremely dilated now and it was Naomi’s cue to continue in her ravishing of Jasmine’s body. Naomi placed both hands on Jasmine’s shoulders and guided her to lie on the desktop and she put her to where she was laying lengthwise on the desk. Jasmine’s heels hung off the edge slightly and a sexy curve was in her back as though her chest were begging to be touched. The glint of sun that filtered into the room made Jasmine’s skin glow as she lay on the desktop, her body begging for more. Naomi made Jasmine sit up and she took off her top and laid her back down. Naomi was to the point where she could not take it anymore so she started touching her body. Naomi took her fingertips and began running them all around Jasmine’s body, letting them glide along the surface of her skin, nothing but a feather touch the entire time. Jasmine closed her eyes and just let the feelings come, tracing the feeling of feather fingertips on her bare skin. Naomi hadn’t let the sexual tension in the air take over her completely so when she came to the top of Jasmine’s skirt she would glide along the waist of the skirt but never go below it. It was obvious that she was avoiding it to make Jasmine want it even more.

Naomi lifted her hand from Jasmine’s skin and placed it back down below the skirt on her left leg. She ran her fingertips along the skin from Jasmine’s ankle and up to the bottom of her plaid skirt. Jasmine shuddered in excitement as she awaiting what would come in the near future but she was not about to say anything since she was playing the submissive and Naomi loved to act out her role as seriously as possible. It was an amazing feeling having Naomi’s fingers on the other side of the skirt, gliding up her leg and stopping just short of going up her skirt. She wanted her fingers to go all the way but the anticipation felt so good that she did not really know what she wanted.

Naomi kept up with feather touching Jasmine’s legs until she started hearing the moans of pleasure, as Jasmine could not contain herself anymore. Naomi moved forward as Jasmine did not resist her actions one bit. Naomi moved her hand from Jasmine’s legs and placed it on her breasts. She looks up from her prey and over to the professor, who was still sitting in the corner, lost in a void of nothingness as he became more and more engrossed in the action before him. She met eyes with Professor Martin and smiled at him, as if asking what he thought of this all. Professor Martin shook his head as if breaking a trance and smiled back at Naomi. He nodded his head and said, “Do go on, I believe you are both up to a C on those missing assignments.” Naomi laughed a little and returned her gaze to Jasmine. Jasmine had not laughed at the joke because she was in a near trance from all the pleasure and sensations flooding her body.

Naomi loved it when Jasmine got this way and it drove her wild. She leaned down, gently squeezing Jasmine’s breast, using her other hand to rub her clit, and then sliding her tongue into Jasmine’s mouth. Jasmine’s eyes went wide before she closed them to take in even more pleasure, making her closer and closer to her turning into a raging sex addict. She took her right hand and placed it on the back of Naomi’s head, pulling Naomi into her.

Naomi’s eyes opened as she felt the hand on the back of her head. It was a new experience entirely since she had always been the one to take all the action and have Jasmine enjoy it. She stopped kissing Jasmine and took both of her hands, placing them above her head. Jasmine had a crazed look in her eye now; she wanted to feel the climax that has been building up from the moment they were in the hallway. The rays of the still setting sun continued to spotlight the act of passion going on in this room and the rays of brilliant orange and yellow shown through the Jasmine’s hair as she lay on the Professor’s desk. Naomi beheld this sight, the side of Jasmine that she had never seen before.

Naomi held Jasmine’s hands above her head and said, “You know the rules.” She kissed Jasmine’s nipples, “I’m the one in charge, and you only move when you are told.” Jasmine shuddered with pure joy at the feeling of Naomi telling her how to enjoy her pleasure. She moaned as the feelings inside her kept rising and overflowing as they continued to build. Every hair on her body stood on end as she anticipated what Naomi would do next. She gazed up at Naomi with a longing look of wanting to be passionately taken by her; all the while taking in the glowing air around Naomi’s head. Naomi’s head were eclipsing the light of the sun and it made her glow with light as Naomi stared down at her.

Naomi continued doing what she wished with Jasmine as Jasmine lay on the tabletop letting the pure feeling of ecstasy sink into to every fiber of her body. Naomi felt the shudders running through Jasmine’s body as she stuck out her tongue and dragged it along Jasmine’s skin.

Jasmine let every inch of Naomi’s tongue sink into her body as she followed the exact line that Naomi drew with her tongue. She followed it from just under her chin, slowly and lightly flowing down the center of her chest, pausing in between her breasts and following the skin up to her right nipple. It felt so amazing and the pleasure had never been so present for her before. She moaned in joy and Naomi could barely hold onto her hands as Jasmine struggled to get a hold of her. Naomi stopped at the nipple, circled it with her tongue as the goosebumps on Jasmine’s skin raised up, and made them selves apparent like she were out in the cold during winter. The smells of Jasmine’s pussy getting wet lingered around the area of the desk were Naomi and Jasmine were making love and the scent intoxicated Naomi. Naomi stopped circling Jasmine’s nipple and dragged her tongue back down Jasmine’s breast, up the center of her chest, along the left side of her neck, and finally reaching her earlobe. Naomi stopped here and sucked on it for a moment.

Naomi stopped sucking on Jasmine’s ear and finally stood up. Naomi took three steps back, away from the desk, and stood there gazing across Jasmine’s body, beholding the sight of her body rising and falling as she breathed deep to contain her noises. The predatory gaze in Naomi’s eyes came back as she looked across Jasmine’s body as though she were a lioness watching a weakened animal before pouncing. Jasmine had her eyes closed, but she now opened them at the feeling of Naomi’s penetrating, predatory stare. She knew the pounce was near and her body tensed up even more as every muscle in her body was ready for anything. Every hair follicle on her skin was standing on end and she knew she had never felt this way before.

Professor Martin sat in his chair, feeding off the energy and emotions of both girls. He thought it odd that he could feel every turn of emotions as they changed. He felt everything from Naomi being surprised to her changing to this sexual prowess that she was now, all the way, to how Jasmine went from submissive sex plaything for Naomi to impulsively trying to take over the situation. He had the feeling that he would be witnessing a role reversal soon but he was unsure at the same time. He took in how the air was thick with lust and longing and his body wanted in on the action but he at least had some moral fiber left in him to resist this.

Professor Martin watched each girl in turn again. He studied how Naomi was in her full outfit still, and how her body eclipsed the sun, making her skin glow a darker orange as the sun continued to set. He then watched how Jasmine’s body was breathing quickly, in rhythm, goosebumps everywhere, and how her back arched and her body shivered as it waited for the touch of the animal that Naomi had turned into. The room had a certain quality about it, something that he had never seen before. There was something strange about how the shades of orange seemed to accent the feeling of lust. The feeling was so strong that you could very nearly hold it in the palm of your hand. The smell of the two wet girls lingered in the room as well and it was something that his nose picked up that pecked at his moral fibers of resistance even more.

Naomi looked from Jasmine and over to the Professor. She smiled at him as if she were staring down another prey. She looked at him and put a hand up, curling her finger in a come-hither fashion. The Professor did not even think about what was going on before he was on his feet and standing next to Naomi. She smirked at him, almost wanted to laugh at the way he had a dumbfounded look on his face about all that was going on. She looked Professor Martin up and down before saying, “Make yourself useful, and undress me for Jasmine. Make sure you do it slowly.”

Professor Martin nodded at Naomi and did what she told him. He was finding an odd sense of arousal out of one of his students telling him what to do. It was something foreign to him but he knew that this would be the best, most interesting day of his life from the start of this afternoon when both of these girls walked into his room to discuss their replacement assignment. He smiled as he reached for Naomi, to begin undressing her, slowly. He wanted to laugh at the fact that he was supposed to be grading this act but he did not. He was enjoying this all excessively much.

Professor Martin reaches up to Naomi’s top, unbuttons a few buttons, and slides it up over her head, slowly as he could. He watches Naomi’s body as her breasts slide out from under the shirt and come to a resting point as he finishes pulling of Naomi’s shirt. He takes the shirt and puts it over by the desk, all the while walking on rather shaky legs across the tiled floor. He went back to standing by Naomi, facing her and waiting for her to give him the cue to continue undressing her.

Naomi smiles at having told her teacher what to do. She does not give him the sign to continue right away, but instead decides to tease Jasmine and the Professor. She takes her fingers, starts at the top of her chest, and runs it down her body, hooking her index finger into the top of her skirt and tugging at it. She continues down and reaches the bottom of her skirt. She takes the bottom of her plaid skirt and lifts it up just enough to reveal a glimpse of her black, silk panties. They were wet from all the excitement so far and it made them glint even more from the sun that reflected off the tile floor and up to her panties. Jasmine let out a moan at the sight and the professor’s mouth opened a little wider. She loved the attention and she was beginning to prepare to have even more fun with Jasmine.

Naomi rubs her clit through her panties. She finishes rubbing, brings her finger up to her mouth, and sucks on it, leaving the eye contact of Jasmine, and looking over to the Professor. She turns and faces him completely. Naomi takes her finger out of her mouth and puts it on the bottom lip of the Professor’s mouth. His expression has not changed, but has stayed at that dazed look of still not believing this was happening in his room. She moves her finger from his mouth and smiles at Professor Martin. Naomi nods at him to continue as she rubs her nipple with her fingers.

Professor Martin nods his head with a smile and reaches for the zipper on the left side of Naomi’s skirt. He finds the zipper and pulls it down slow. He lets it hang there for a moment, as he gazes at the curve on her body that goes from her abdomen to the side of her hip. He comes back to his senses and reaches down to the bottom of her plaid skirt. He slowly tugs on it, back and forth, as Naomi’s ass slides out of it and Professor Martin slowly takes it to the floor, following her long, lean legs to her feet. He sets the skirt on the ground and backs away, beholding the sight of Naomi standing before him, hips tilted to the left in a very sexy stance, staring down at him as if she had all the confidence in the world. Professor Martin fell back from his crouching position and sat on the floor, propped up by his arms, watching Naomi with eyes that screamed for action.

Naomi looks up from the Professor and over to Jasmine, with a predatory smile on her face. She steps out of the plaid skirt lying on the ground and stand off to the side, letting the sun reflect off her black, silken panties. She walks over to Jasmine and lets her eyes wander up and down her body. She takes the last step to Jasmine, who is breathing as hard as ever, and Naomi places a hand on Jasmines right breast and begins to rub it. She closes her eyes as she listens to Jasmine moan gently and Naomi takes her right hand, puts it down her panties, and starts rubbing her clit. Naomi begins to moan for the first time today as if she were letting the energy from Jasmine flow through her hand on her breast and into Naomi’s body. She loved every second of it, so she basked in the feeling of rubbing herself while feeling Jasmine’s breast.

Jasmine wanted Naomi to take her already, it was enough anticipation, and she was starting to go crazy. She wanted everything done to her that was possible by another woman. She did not care that the teacher was here and she actually wanted to fuck him for a change. She had never been this turned on before. Her pussy was as wet as it had ever been and she knew her panties were soaked.

Naomi began to notice the feelings of Jasmine flooding into her alter as Jasmine craved more touching from Naomi. Naomi felt it was a good time to make Jasmine completely naked, so she moved her left hand from Jasmines breast and began looking for the zipper. She found it and pulled it down slowly, as if the Professor had done while undressing her. She slid the skirt down Jasmine’s ass, following the wonderful curves of her legs until they ended at her ankles. The sight of Jasmine’s purple thong panties enthralled her and it drove her wild. She wanted to tear them off her but she restrained herself. She looks down to Jasmine’s wet panties and then up her stomach to her breasts. She leans down and starts kissing and licking them with her tongue, going into a wild frenzy of lust. She had not done this before but both girls loved it. Naomi was about to put her hand down the front of Jasmine’s panties, but pounding could be heard from outside of the door.