Against the Wall

“Can you stay after class after some tutoring?” asks Mr. Willingston.
“Uh yes sir.” You answer.
“I’ve been watching you.” He tells you.
“What do you mean?” you question him.
“The way you look at me. The way your eyes sparkle. How your eyebrows perk up when you look at my… cock.” He tells you in his sexiest voice.
“I.. oh god.. I don’t know what you are-“
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He interrupts.
“I… I…” you begin to stutter.
Just then he walks over to you, as a reflex you back away, even though you want this as much as he seems to. You hit the wall, put your hands behind your butt and watch him as he corners you. He raises one arm and puts it over you onto the wall; his body is almost touching yours. You look into his bright blue eyes and think to yourself, “Is this happening?” just as you complete that thought, he plants a soft kiss onto your lips. You give in immediately and kiss him right back. “This is so wrong” you think to yourself, “But it feels so right!” You take your hands from behind you and run your fingers through his hair. He puts his free hand on your waist. In the mist of the passion and heat he breaks away and whispers into your ear, “I’ve been dreaming of this moment” just then he places his knee in between your legs, then takes his hand off your waist to unbutton and unzip your jeans. “I’m so glad I wore my nice underwear” you think while he is fiddling with your jeans button. Following this, he decides to play with you a bit by lightly touching your delicates; you tingle with every connection. You take your eyes away from his hands and your eyes meet with his striking blue eyes. Although, your favorite eye color is green, it will have to do for now. You throw your head back in pleasure and---
“Hello, are you with us?”
“Hello?”
You jerk back into reality and realize the entire class is staring at you. You frantically look around the room until your eyes reach the front of the classroom where Mr. Willingston is staring at you with a confused look.
“Zoned out, huh?” Mr. Willingston asks.
“Oui, monsieur” You answer with a smirk.
“Let’s keep focus class” He tells the class prior to returning to write a few words in French on the white board.
You look around the room and see a couple girls with the same ‘zoned-out face’ and one boy. “Oh!” you think to yourself. Just as you finish laughing in your head, the bell rings. Students gather their things and begin to leave; some have already been waiting to leave for the past 2 minutes.
Lunch is next, which is good—it’s meatball sandwiches.