After School Special

A loud banging could be heard on the door leading into Professor Martin’s classroom. It was sudden and rapid, making the Professor jump out of his chair and to his feet, turning to face the door at the same time. Professor looked over his shoulder at the girls and his knees started to shake. He tuned out the banging on the door and watched the girls, Naomi hovering over the top of Jasmine with hands on Jasmine’s skirt which was around Jasmine’s ankles now and Jasmine Laying on her back underneath Naomi, topless and her skirt around her ankles, breathing hard. Both girls were staring at the Professor with their big round eyes.

Professor was transfixed on both girls but a couple of bangs on the door snapped him out of it. He focused his attention on the girls and waved his arms at them to get them to hide somewhere.

Naomi stood up, taking off Jasmine’s skirt completely. She stood with her hips tilted to the left, grasping Jasmine’s skirt in her left hand. She looked down at her and jerked her head up in a nod. Jasmine took the hint and sat up on the tablet top with her knees bent and feet flat on the surface. She spun to her left and let her feet dangle from the side of the desk before sliding off onto the floor onto uneasy legs. She leaned against the desk letting the few rays of sun reach her soak into her skin. The soft rays of setting sun gleamed off of her young, supple skin and purple thong panties.

Jasmine pushed off the desk and stood, facing inches from Naomi. Both girls paused for a moment, letting their eyes meet, before turning and walking around the left side of the desk. Jasmine was in front of Naomi, her back facing her. Jasmine looked over her shoulder at Naomi, who smiled at Jasmine. Naomi reached around Jasmine and squeezed her breasts with both hands. Jasmine turned her head to look straight ahead, tilted it back, and closed her eyes, letting a moan escape from her moist, red lips. Naomi found Jasmine’s noises to be music to her ears, and, as Jasmine moaned, Naomi’s cherry glossed lips shifted into a smile.

Jasmine lowered her head with a smile and her lips parted as if she would say something but another series of knocks interrupted what she was going to say. The knocks were followed by a woman’s voice shouting, “Professor!?!? Professor?!?!”

Jasmine closed her lips and crouched down to crawl under the dusk, ducking to clear her head. Naomi saw the scene of Jasmine crawling under the desk, she dropped Jasmine’s skirt on the ground and she just couldn’t hold back any longer. Naomi reached under Jasmine, between her legs, and rubbed her wet pussy through her thong panties. Jasmine was mid crouch when Naomi did this and it made Jasmine fall to her knees as her legs gave out. Jasmine shook her head as she crawled on her hands and knees under the desk, her perfectly round ass shaking back and forth as she crawled.

Naomi watched Jasmine crawl, shutting out the shouts and bangs on the door as she shuddered in joy at the sight of Jasmine’s ass. It was such a hot thing to look at and one of the best features on Jasmine. Naomi loved to look at her nice ass with the strip of purple thong running down the middle. It made Naomi want to attack Jasmine but she restrained the carnal instinct the best she could.

Professor Martin continued to watch Naomi as the noise continued. He finally broke his focus on Naomi to shout, “It will be a minute!” He never let his gaze stray from Naomi’s body while he shouted at the door. Naomi’s body was worthy of being called a piece of art because of how perfect it was. It was the body that any man could dream of but never see in real life as bare skinned as she was standing in front of the Professor.

Naomi stood in a stray beam of sunlight, the soft orange beam giving her skin a tint that wasn’t natural but looked right for some reason. She looked up from Jasmine’s fine, round ass and met the gaze of Professor Martin. Naomi looked down from the eye contact, ran her hand on the right side of her head and pushed the hair out of her face and over the top of her ear. She let her hand drop back down next to her side, hanging loosely and letting her finger tips brush her thigh and she placed the palm of her left hand on her stomach. She smiled while looking at the ground and looked up to meet the gaze of Professor Martin once more.

Professor Martin really wanted to fuck Naomi, or someone, about now. He took in how sexy she looked in her pose in this lighting. She stood square with the desk, feet shoulder width apart, the hair on the right side of her face draped over her ear, the hair on her lift side concealing her ear, a smile on her lips, her head turned and looking at him, a gentle expression of sensuality on her face, a look of serenity in her eyes, her right arm dangling loosely at her side with her finger tips barely brushing her thigh, her left arm bent with the palm of her hand on her stomach, and all with that angelic orange glow. Professor Martin had never beheld something so beautiful in all his life.

A voice rose from the other side of the door, “What’s taking you!” Professor Martin shook his head to shake his sight from Naomi and tore away from her and faced the door. He felt funny because he had never acted like he was in a trance before but both of those girls seemed to be doing it to him. He looked back over his shoulder at Naomi, not making eye contact with her body, and nodded at her to hide under the desk with Jasmine. She leaned to crawl under it but stopped. She stood back up, walked around the desk, picked up her skirt that was lying on the ground, walked back around the desk and crouched to crawl under the desk. As Naomi was about to enter under the desk she jerked to a stop. She didn’t know what was going on at first but she looked down to see Jasmine’s hand on her breast.

Naomi had always loved to play the dominant figure in all instances but it overwhelmed her and made her really wet when her submissive didn’t listen to her and did whatever it wanted. Jasmine had been told not to move unless instructed to do so but she disregarded this and was fondling Naomi’s breast. Naomi wanted to stay the dominant and started to say, “I told you...” but was cut off by Jasmine’s lips meeting hers. Naomi’s eyes went wide as an overwhelming feeling of pleasure flooded her body, but she closed them as she took in the feelings in her body.

Jasmine didn’t know what had come over her but before she could stop herself she had squeezed Naomi’s breast, gently fondling it, and kissed her to interrupt Naomi’s scalding. She didn’t know what was going on with her but she just went with it as Naomi didn’t struggle against it.

A moment went by before the silence was broken by a moving chair and the classroom door creaking open. Jasmine stopped what she was doing and pulled Naomi under the desk with her. Naomi took a seat, with her back against the opposite side of the desk, facing Jasmine. Jasmine quickly moved and grabbed both pairs of skirts that were lying on the floor where Naomi had dropped them when she had been overtaken by Jasmine playing dominant so rapidly. She got back under the desk and faced Naomi. Both girls met each other’s gaze and smiled at one another. They wanted to continue the pleasure so they both leaned into one another and began playing with each other’s pussy as they vaguely listened to the new visitor.