Learning Herself
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,401
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Learning Herself
~ Re-posted coz of the systems little brain fart~
** For Rex, who can bend me over any desk He likes XXX**
She sits towards the back of the class, never at the front. She isn’t shy, although most of her classmates would think so. She prefers the subtlety of sitting at the back, free to slip into concentration without the notice of her peers.
The object of her concentration strides across the floor in front of the whiteboard. One strong hand curled securely around His book, the other weaving through the air to punctuate what He’s saying. The rich timbre of His voice flowing through her body to pool in her belly like fine red wine, the content of His words forgotten in favour of concentrating on His voice.
One hand slips down to absently scratch at her calf muscle with the tip of her pencil, the background noise of her classmates fading into nothing as her eyes linger unfocussed on the window into the hallway. Shadowy fingers of daydreams tickling at her senses.
“Miss Phillips”
The sound of her name in His voice startles her. Her eyes going wide as she turns quickly to blush at His stare. “I don’t know about you Miss Phillips, but I certainly prefer it when people pay attention to what I’m saying.”
Ignoring the faint snickers and giggles from her classmates, she opens her mouth to attempt a stammered reply but His impatient sigh cuts her off before she can begin. “Take this empty desk in the front so I can keep an eye on you. I can assure you, you’ll have no chance of passing if you plan to slack off.”
Embarrassed and still a bit foggy with surprise, she dazedly gathers up her things as He waves impatiently at the desk…His words dawning on her as she makes her way down to the front. Slack off? Slack off? Well of all the arrogant…her grades were close to perfect!
Outrage starting to simmer in her veins, she glares at the smirking jerk beside her and slumps into her allotted desk. Furiously trying to will away the blush staining her cheeks whilst attempting to stare coolly at the whiteboard in front of her.
Relief jolts through her as the bell sounds to free her from class and she rushes to the door, slipping into the hall between the throng of people. She pretends not to hear His call for her to stay after class as she hurries down the college hallway.
Darting into the first bathroom she finds, she looks about quickly before slipping into one of the stalls and locking the door, her book bag dropping from her trembling fingers. She squeezes her eyes closed tightly, little fingers clenching at her sides before one hand slides under her skirt to push aside the soaked cotton of her panties. Her head slipping back to smack lightly against the door as urgent fingers drive her towards a tight hot climax. Grunting with frustration before finally allowing His voice to urge her on in her head…Sending her over the edge with a breathless gasp. Her tender insides clutching at her fingers as her body spasms…and then slowly calms.
Her body sated, she looks around her reluctantly. Embarrassment trickles through her, dampening the lingering pleasure of her climax. Angry once again…this time at herself, she tugs and pushes her clothes back into place and hurries from the bathroom. Stalking across the quad towards her dorm as her mind battles itself, she unconsciously brings her fingers to her lips, sucking the sticky remains of her climax from them as she goes.
** For Rex, who can bend me over any desk He likes XXX**
She sits towards the back of the class, never at the front. She isn’t shy, although most of her classmates would think so. She prefers the subtlety of sitting at the back, free to slip into concentration without the notice of her peers.
The object of her concentration strides across the floor in front of the whiteboard. One strong hand curled securely around His book, the other weaving through the air to punctuate what He’s saying. The rich timbre of His voice flowing through her body to pool in her belly like fine red wine, the content of His words forgotten in favour of concentrating on His voice.
One hand slips down to absently scratch at her calf muscle with the tip of her pencil, the background noise of her classmates fading into nothing as her eyes linger unfocussed on the window into the hallway. Shadowy fingers of daydreams tickling at her senses.
“Miss Phillips”
The sound of her name in His voice startles her. Her eyes going wide as she turns quickly to blush at His stare. “I don’t know about you Miss Phillips, but I certainly prefer it when people pay attention to what I’m saying.”
Ignoring the faint snickers and giggles from her classmates, she opens her mouth to attempt a stammered reply but His impatient sigh cuts her off before she can begin. “Take this empty desk in the front so I can keep an eye on you. I can assure you, you’ll have no chance of passing if you plan to slack off.”
Embarrassed and still a bit foggy with surprise, she dazedly gathers up her things as He waves impatiently at the desk…His words dawning on her as she makes her way down to the front. Slack off? Slack off? Well of all the arrogant…her grades were close to perfect!
Outrage starting to simmer in her veins, she glares at the smirking jerk beside her and slumps into her allotted desk. Furiously trying to will away the blush staining her cheeks whilst attempting to stare coolly at the whiteboard in front of her.
Relief jolts through her as the bell sounds to free her from class and she rushes to the door, slipping into the hall between the throng of people. She pretends not to hear His call for her to stay after class as she hurries down the college hallway.
Darting into the first bathroom she finds, she looks about quickly before slipping into one of the stalls and locking the door, her book bag dropping from her trembling fingers. She squeezes her eyes closed tightly, little fingers clenching at her sides before one hand slides under her skirt to push aside the soaked cotton of her panties. Her head slipping back to smack lightly against the door as urgent fingers drive her towards a tight hot climax. Grunting with frustration before finally allowing His voice to urge her on in her head…Sending her over the edge with a breathless gasp. Her tender insides clutching at her fingers as her body spasms…and then slowly calms.
Her body sated, she looks around her reluctantly. Embarrassment trickles through her, dampening the lingering pleasure of her climax. Angry once again…this time at herself, she tugs and pushes her clothes back into place and hurries from the bathroom. Stalking across the quad towards her dorm as her mind battles itself, she unconsciously brings her fingers to her lips, sucking the sticky remains of her climax from them as she goes.