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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
21,132
Reviews:
66
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Cutting Class
[AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know it's been a very, very long time
since I updated, but I just suddenly felt like continuing the
story, so here you are :). Please review, since it's your
reviews that make me keep writing! And if any of you feel
like e-mailing me, please feel free to do so. It would make
this girl's day XD. Hope you enjoy the chapter!]
TEACHER’S PET (part 9)
God, what a mess. That’s all I can think as I walk down the hall this morning, clutching my books against my breasts as I stare at the floor. As if having affairs with two members of the school staff isn’t baoughough, it looks as if I’m being cheated by the people I’m cheating on. I sigh: the whole thing is getting too complicated for me, and I need to find a way out if I want to make it through the year unscathed.
I pick up the pace as I pass the principal’s office. I don’t want to see her right now, not before English class, not before seeing Carol. As long as I don’t see principal Weisz, I can convince myself my heart lies with Carol. The whole thing confuses me thoroughly.
“Hi Lucy.”
I look up, involuntarily, into the eyes of Nancy Walters, a classmate who’s hardly said a word to me before. She’s smiling, genuinely. I find myself smiling back.
“Hello Nancy.”
“Can I speak to you in private, Lucy? It’s pretty important.”
I hesitate: part of me has gotten paranoid over the last few weeks, and I can’t shake the feeling that this might be a trap, something my classmates set up to further humiliate me. But there’s something in her eyes that convinces me, and I nod weakly. She grabs me by the hand and drags me into the ladies’ room, just as the bell rings for the next period. English class. She closes the door behind her and nervously checks the stalls to see if they’re empty. I wait patiently.
“You have to promise me you won’t tell anyone.”
I frown, confused, but she gives me that look again, and I nod. She smiles, briefly.
“You’re the only one I feel I can talk to, since you’re… in a similar position. With Miss Brahms, I mean.”
I feel like leaving, but it’s too late now. She’s got her hand on my shoulder and she’s looking at me, insecure, begging. For a moment, she looks as though she’s at a loss for words. Then she composes herself.
“I’m having an affair with principal Weisz.”
I freeze, eyes wide, lips parted where the first syllable of my answer got caught in my throat. She looks at me, expecting a reaction of some sort, but all I can do is stare into the distance. The room around me starts to spin, and it’s taking me all of my strength just to keep standing. I swallow, painfully.
“Lucy?”
I shake my head, composing myself.
“Are… are you?”
She nods, sadly.
“For about a week now. I got sent to her office last Friday, and… I’m not sure what happened, but…”
I interrupt her, grabbing her by the shoulders and nodding. Thoughts are pounding in my head like hammers. I need fresh air. I’m about to turn around and head for the door when I notice she’s started crying: big shiny tears are running down her smooth face.
“I didn’t mean for it to happen… but when she… she…”
I nod, embracing her, patting her back. I feel her sobs against my body, slowly calming down as I start to caress her short, red hair, whispering comforting words into her ear. I feel her body slowly soften against mine, her warmth spreading over my skin. Her hands move slowly round my waist, sliding down to the small of my back. I don’t stop her, allowing her to move her hands further down until they cup my buttocks, pulling my hips closer to hers. I hear her moan, as if coming from far away, while I gently start rubbing up against her, my hands roaming her back as she massages my tight bottom. I can hear my brain protesting, saying this is a bad idea, but somehow I ignore it. I moan as our lips meet, and my tongue slides wetly into her mouth. She presses closer, her hands pulling down my skirt as I tug at the buttons of her blouse, undressing her as fast as my trembling limbs will allow. She’s got me down to my socks and panties, pausing to step back and look at me. I moan, involuntarily. As she melts back into my arms, I pull off her panties, feeling their moisture as I slide them down her shivering thighs. My head is level with her glistening pussy: I can see the small strip of downy hair she's got, luring me closer. I swallow as I lean my head in closer, taking in the sweet perfume of her aroused sex. She moans as I run my tongue gently over her folds, feeling her part her legs. Her sweet tasting nectar drips on my tongue and lips as I slowly push my tongue into her, grabbing her hips and softly massaging her bottom to press her closer to me. I can still hear the voice in the back of my head, telling me this is a bad idea, but I've stopped listening altogether. She's started bucking her hips against my face, a sign of her growing arousal: I lick her more hungrily, practically slurping at her wet centre, hearing her moans get louder as I pleasure her.
"Oh yessss… That's so good… More…"
Her desperate pleas encourage me to go faster, screwing my tongue deeper as I massage her buttocks thoroughly, kneading the flesh with my fingers. Her warm juice is coating my lips, dribbling down my chin softly as every lick makes her wetter and tighter. I feel my own panties get soaked, reveling in the pleasure I'm giving this girl. She's running her fingers through my hair, pressing my head closer to her hot sex, whispering encouraging little words as her breathing grows more shallow.
"Oooh baby… right there… mmmm… make me cum… please, make me cum…"
I double my effort, moaning into her uncontrollably as I curl my tongue to fill her up. Her entire body is trembling above me, and her pleas are getting incomprehensible as she gets closer and closer to her orgasm. With one last lick, I send her over the edge: I can hear her scream in pleasure as she bucks against my face, her hot juices gushing over my face, dripping onto my breasts as they spill over my chin. A long moan escapes my lips as she goes limp, falling onto the floor next to me, lips parted, her eyes rolled back in pleasure. I kiss her, letting my wet lips rub against her so she can taste her own arousal on me. She moans gratefully.
It takes a while for us to get ourselves together and get dressed again: I can hear the bell for the second period as I button up my blouse, trying not to look at Nancy while she dresses. I let her leave the bathroom first, not wanting to attract attention to the two of us together. Before she closes the door behind her, she smiles at me faintly. I don't respond. As I leave the bathroom a few minutes later, I can see Principal Weisz sticking her head out of her office door, smiling enigmatically.
since I updated, but I just suddenly felt like continuing the
story, so here you are :). Please review, since it's your
reviews that make me keep writing! And if any of you feel
like e-mailing me, please feel free to do so. It would make
this girl's day XD. Hope you enjoy the chapter!]
TEACHER’S PET (part 9)
God, what a mess. That’s all I can think as I walk down the hall this morning, clutching my books against my breasts as I stare at the floor. As if having affairs with two members of the school staff isn’t baoughough, it looks as if I’m being cheated by the people I’m cheating on. I sigh: the whole thing is getting too complicated for me, and I need to find a way out if I want to make it through the year unscathed.
I pick up the pace as I pass the principal’s office. I don’t want to see her right now, not before English class, not before seeing Carol. As long as I don’t see principal Weisz, I can convince myself my heart lies with Carol. The whole thing confuses me thoroughly.
“Hi Lucy.”
I look up, involuntarily, into the eyes of Nancy Walters, a classmate who’s hardly said a word to me before. She’s smiling, genuinely. I find myself smiling back.
“Hello Nancy.”
“Can I speak to you in private, Lucy? It’s pretty important.”
I hesitate: part of me has gotten paranoid over the last few weeks, and I can’t shake the feeling that this might be a trap, something my classmates set up to further humiliate me. But there’s something in her eyes that convinces me, and I nod weakly. She grabs me by the hand and drags me into the ladies’ room, just as the bell rings for the next period. English class. She closes the door behind her and nervously checks the stalls to see if they’re empty. I wait patiently.
“You have to promise me you won’t tell anyone.”
I frown, confused, but she gives me that look again, and I nod. She smiles, briefly.
“You’re the only one I feel I can talk to, since you’re… in a similar position. With Miss Brahms, I mean.”
I feel like leaving, but it’s too late now. She’s got her hand on my shoulder and she’s looking at me, insecure, begging. For a moment, she looks as though she’s at a loss for words. Then she composes herself.
“I’m having an affair with principal Weisz.”
I freeze, eyes wide, lips parted where the first syllable of my answer got caught in my throat. She looks at me, expecting a reaction of some sort, but all I can do is stare into the distance. The room around me starts to spin, and it’s taking me all of my strength just to keep standing. I swallow, painfully.
“Lucy?”
I shake my head, composing myself.
“Are… are you?”
She nods, sadly.
“For about a week now. I got sent to her office last Friday, and… I’m not sure what happened, but…”
I interrupt her, grabbing her by the shoulders and nodding. Thoughts are pounding in my head like hammers. I need fresh air. I’m about to turn around and head for the door when I notice she’s started crying: big shiny tears are running down her smooth face.
“I didn’t mean for it to happen… but when she… she…”
I nod, embracing her, patting her back. I feel her sobs against my body, slowly calming down as I start to caress her short, red hair, whispering comforting words into her ear. I feel her body slowly soften against mine, her warmth spreading over my skin. Her hands move slowly round my waist, sliding down to the small of my back. I don’t stop her, allowing her to move her hands further down until they cup my buttocks, pulling my hips closer to hers. I hear her moan, as if coming from far away, while I gently start rubbing up against her, my hands roaming her back as she massages my tight bottom. I can hear my brain protesting, saying this is a bad idea, but somehow I ignore it. I moan as our lips meet, and my tongue slides wetly into her mouth. She presses closer, her hands pulling down my skirt as I tug at the buttons of her blouse, undressing her as fast as my trembling limbs will allow. She’s got me down to my socks and panties, pausing to step back and look at me. I moan, involuntarily. As she melts back into my arms, I pull off her panties, feeling their moisture as I slide them down her shivering thighs. My head is level with her glistening pussy: I can see the small strip of downy hair she's got, luring me closer. I swallow as I lean my head in closer, taking in the sweet perfume of her aroused sex. She moans as I run my tongue gently over her folds, feeling her part her legs. Her sweet tasting nectar drips on my tongue and lips as I slowly push my tongue into her, grabbing her hips and softly massaging her bottom to press her closer to me. I can still hear the voice in the back of my head, telling me this is a bad idea, but I've stopped listening altogether. She's started bucking her hips against my face, a sign of her growing arousal: I lick her more hungrily, practically slurping at her wet centre, hearing her moans get louder as I pleasure her.
"Oh yessss… That's so good… More…"
Her desperate pleas encourage me to go faster, screwing my tongue deeper as I massage her buttocks thoroughly, kneading the flesh with my fingers. Her warm juice is coating my lips, dribbling down my chin softly as every lick makes her wetter and tighter. I feel my own panties get soaked, reveling in the pleasure I'm giving this girl. She's running her fingers through my hair, pressing my head closer to her hot sex, whispering encouraging little words as her breathing grows more shallow.
"Oooh baby… right there… mmmm… make me cum… please, make me cum…"
I double my effort, moaning into her uncontrollably as I curl my tongue to fill her up. Her entire body is trembling above me, and her pleas are getting incomprehensible as she gets closer and closer to her orgasm. With one last lick, I send her over the edge: I can hear her scream in pleasure as she bucks against my face, her hot juices gushing over my face, dripping onto my breasts as they spill over my chin. A long moan escapes my lips as she goes limp, falling onto the floor next to me, lips parted, her eyes rolled back in pleasure. I kiss her, letting my wet lips rub against her so she can taste her own arousal on me. She moans gratefully.
It takes a while for us to get ourselves together and get dressed again: I can hear the bell for the second period as I button up my blouse, trying not to look at Nancy while she dresses. I let her leave the bathroom first, not wanting to attract attention to the two of us together. Before she closes the door behind her, she smiles at me faintly. I don't respond. As I leave the bathroom a few minutes later, I can see Principal Weisz sticking her head out of her office door, smiling enigmatically.