Move On

It was three o’clock on Friday and like any high school, the hallways and rooms were devoid of any students who immediately left the school five minutes prior.

“You what?!?”

But the situation was different when if you were asking about teachers. A couple of teachers, who did not pull the same disappearing act that their students did, were located in various parts of the school, including Maria Eves, art teacher. She was currently seated behind a large wooden desk in the art classroom, screaming through her cellular phone at her boyfriend of five years, Alan, who for some strange moral reason called her to admit that he cheated on her with an old ex-girlfriend. To add insult to injury, she could even hear the skanky whore in the background noise.

“Well you know what? Then go back to her! And when I get home your ass better not be there!” She shut the phone, almost breaking it, and covered her head in sorrow.

“Nasty break up. Are you going to be okay?”


The teacher almost jumped in her seat at the sound of the new voice. She brought her head up and saw a student in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, seated at an easel, painting a scene that Maria couldn’t see. The teen asked the teacher again, “Are you going to be okay, Ms. Eves?”

“Oh yeah, Lauren. I’m fine.” Lauren was one of the most popular students in the school yet Maria could tell that the senior didn’t want all the attention. Captain of the girl’s basketball team, co-captain of the girl’s baseball team, and student body president, the raven-haired girl was friend to all, even though she didn’t want to be. She was also one of the best artists Maria has had in a very long time and was going to be very sad when she graduated next week. Lauren turned on her stool and faced the tear stained face of her teacher, brush in hand. She moved her head and stared at her mentor still not convinced.

“Anyway, why are you still here, on a Friday afternoon? Don’t you have your friends to hang out with?” Asked the teacher as she wiped tears from her eyes. Lauren shrugged and got off the stool and moved aside. The picture displayed two females in a passionate embrace at and near a roaring campfire. And in the night sky was a faded picture, ripped down the middle, of a man and a woman – the same woman who was relaxing on the grass with her female lover.

“It’s called ‘Move On.’ I need to finish this or else it will be bugging me the whole weekend. And I really don’t feel like entertaining those fakes you call ‘friends’,” the student responded, “But this isn’t about me. Something tells me that you’re single again, am I right?”

“My private life is none of your concern…”

“Au contraire,” countered Lauren as she sat back on the stool and turned to the almost finished painting. “I would hate to remember my last meeting with my favorite teacher a depressing one.” That comment made Maria feel a little better. At least someone cared about her.

“So what happened?”

“Boyfriend cheated on me.”

“Ouch.”

“Not the worst part.”

“It gets worse?” The senior asked spinning on her stool to face the teacher, who nodded.

“He decides to tell me on my cell while the bitch is not even a foot away,” the teacher says with hatred in her voice while Lauren begins to spin around on her stool.

“No offense but where the hell did you pick up this guy?”

“Hey! He’s been my boyfriend for five years!”

“Still didn’t answer my question.”

“At a fraternity party,” Maria said sheepishly as if she would know the students response. Lauren immediately stopped spinning on her chair and looked at the art teacher if she had sprouted horns and a tail.

“…”

“I know what you’re thinking, but he didn’t act like normal frat boys. He was quiet and polite. He didn’t even drink at the party. I had so much fun with him-”

“Not to be rude but shut up and move on.”

“Excuse me?”

“The best thing to do after a break up is to move on. If you keep thinking about him, you’ll never get over him and it will affect future relationships. Take my painting for example, she divorced her husband and moved on quite nicely.”

“To another woman?”

“To each her own.”

“But-“

“He never loved you.”

“That’s abs-“

Lauren got off from the stool and walked to the other side of the desk, seriousness in her eyes.

“Think about this long and hard. If he did love you why was he in bed with another woman? He wasn’t thinking with his heart or his head. He was thinking with his dick. How long do you think he was with her? A day? A month? The whole time you two were together?”

Maria became stiff and her eyes began to leak tears finally understand Lauren’s words. She covered her face in despair. Lauren pulled her up and off her chair, holding the teacher’s hands at her side. She stared into tear stained eyes. Without any warning, Lauren brought her face down and passionately kissed the crying woman. She felt her teacher go rigid in her grasp

Time seemed to stop for the young woman, her arms moving like they had a life of their own. She broke out of the student’s grip and began to roam all over her body. Maria moaned into the kiss giving the athlete the chance to slip her tongue into the woman’s mouth, their mouth organs in a battle for control. Little did the teacher know, their roles would soon be reversed and she would be the student once more. The two finally parted, gasping for much needed air.

“If you can’t move on on your own then let me help you.”

Maria felt her face flush when she stared into the girl’s lust filled eyes. Soon after she felt Lauren lead her through the easel-littered room until they stopped at the big leather couch in the back. The ‘student’ sat on the edge of the couch silently before a pair pf lips brushed her neck and a pair of hands worked on removing the buttons on her shirt. She let out a mewl as Lauren‘s lips left her neck and traveled down to her now exposed chest. This was wrong, she knew it was wrong. But it felt so good. The younger girl was now purring and rubbing her face between the valley of her breast.

“Please..” Lauren answered her pleas and removed her lacy bra before caressing her mounds. The only noise made in the room was Maria’s moans and sighs. A flash of pleasure spread throughout her body causing her to arch against Lauren’s clothed form when she felt something flick against her nipple. The wet tongue left the pert nub and began to trace the areola while her other hand was busy with the other breast, her thumb calloused from years of baseball and basketball, brushed against the unattended nipple.

The brunette’s eyes became so heavy that she had to close them. But as soon as she did that, the wonderful feeling disappeared from her body. A groan erupted from her throat and she had opened her eyes with little strength she had left only to see Lauren leave her breast and began trailing kisses down her stomach, pausing to dip her into the woman’s navel, causing her to squeal.

The raven haired athlete hooked her fingers into the waistband of the teacher’s skirt and pulled the garment down and off her body. She came face to face with a pair of wet lacy underwear which she peeled of the woman’s body and flung it behind her. Maria was already wet for her, making her job easier. Lauren placed her head between the brunette’s legs. She blew a gust of hot air into the most sacred spot on a woman’s body and grinned as Maria gasped, tightening her legs around the athlete’s head.

Lauren began to lick her labia, her tongue occasionally thrusting into the woman’s core, other times coming in contact with her clitoris. The teacher cried out into the empty room. She never felt anything like this! She could here her conscience protesting again; screaming at her about how corrupted she was becoming, a teacher with a student, but Maria ignored the voices chastising her. Besides how can something portrayed as evil feel so wonderful? Not even Alan could make her body feel like this. No, Alan was out of the picture. If he felt like fucking some other girl then it was his loss.

The highs school senior could hardly hear the small gasps and moans coming out of the older woman as her tongue spin circles around the center of Maria’s excited core, the smell of sweat and sex. Lauren decided to double her efforts and move her tongue faster. She heard a murmur that sounded like “Oh Alan….” Maria’s whines and groans increased in pitch, higher and higher until….

Nothing.

She felt nothing.

Discovering that she had closed her eyes, Maria opened her eyes to see Lauren on another stool grinning at the disheveled teacher. Groaning, the brunette’s hand dove to her sex in an effort to finish herself off but the inelegant digits prevented the earth shattering orgasm her body desperately wanted.

“Wait….Lauren...come back.”

Lauren turned her head and stared out at the setting sun. “Why, Maria should I if you’re just going to compare me to your ex-boyfriend?”

“What boyfriend?”

The athlete looked back at the teacher, who was still panting but now sporting a grin on her face. Lauren hopped off the stool and leaned over the educator. She kissed Maria deeply and pressed her knee into the woman’s groin, smiling to herself hearing the muffled moan of satisfaction. Her lips found home on the brunette’s neck, her now damp knee grinding harder into the teacher. Once or twice Lauren rubbed herself against the older woman’s leg, cause her breathing to hitch or making her groan lightly. Her body screamed at her for not granting herself at least some pleasure but her mind was unmoving in its decision. Right now it was about helping a person dear to her move on, her mind told her over and over as her hands once again massaged the already sensitive mounds that belonged to her teacher. Before Maria knew what happened, the combination of her protégé’s licks, caresses and knee grinding she let out a noise, a mix between a groan and a whine, signifying her release while her body jerked against Lauren’s knee.

“Wow…” was Maria’s only description of what just happened. The senior smiled at the teacher’s appearance and sat next to her on the partially wet couch.

“I know…” responded the student, “But you better get dressed. The janitors will be here in a few minutes and I don’t feel like being in the middle of a scandal my last week here.”

Maria’s face paled rapidly as she looked at the cool-expressed Lauren and said,

“WHAT?!?”

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And yet another one-shot from my perverted little mind. This one I'm fond of thought. I wrote it on my TI-83 calculator. Took me three months during class...

Anyway, reviews are nice and needed if you want to read more of messed up brain. Their like crack to a writer's soul; We can't get enough of it.

Later people,
~Psybee