Erik aces it

Erik already had his hand in his bag, Mrs Revers taking it from him with a satisfied smile, before switching her attention to Marcus who produces his own work for her review.

She slides both papers towards her. Her eyes dating between the three papers in front of her, the extra being the answer key she is relying on. The assignment was short, strangely short, Erik suspects the purpose was to less test their knowledge, but more test their commitment and willingness to put in a substantial amount of effort. Erik had been nervous at the assigned length, 1000 words?

There had to be a trick to it. He had reread the problem question and studied through the textbook trying to find something different, something that stood out. He thinks he has. He wasn’t 100% sure. The statistic she had seemingly asked for between the lines so niche and largely irrelevant, Erik had doubted himself. But he had looked up at Vi. The woman who has taken so many risks and always makes them pay off. Erik thought he would try the same. So he included it in his answer.

The mixture of pride and and excitement that swells through his body is almost overwhelming, Marcus seemingly hadn’t noticed, but Erik had saw the twinkle in Mrs Revers eye, the quick look at Erik before returning her attention to the papers. He had won.

“Mr Goode. An acceptable submission, I suspect you left this late?”

His brow furrows, his face drops, his hand has been caught in the cookie jar.

“I thought as much. You would do well to read the question carefully, you’re dismissed.”

Marcus has no quips this time, he just sighs and shrugs, “Fair enough. I got cocky. Won’t happen again Miss.” He stands up, picking up his bag.

“Mrs Revers.” She corrects him sharply.

He nods and bows his had slightly apologetically, he takes a quick glance and nods respectfully, his eyes screaming at Erik, ‘You’re on, bro.” He smiles and leaves, the wooden door thudding behind him.

“Well.” Mrs Revers begins, standing up and rounding the desk, “It seems you have caught up.”

“I have…. Amelia.”

She smiles and nods, “You males….” She sighs happily, “All the same.”

She stands in front of Erik, her legs inches away from his knees, “Marcus.” She explains slowly, “At this point was given two options.” She grins down at him, “I asked him if he wanted me bent over.” Erik’s eyes go wide, “Or in his lap.”

“What did he…?” Erik starts to say, trailing off as Mrs Revers grins down at the student.

“He chose bent over.” She sighs, her eyes reflecting to the recent summer memory, “Pushed the books off of my home desk and pressed up against me.”

Erik’s cock already throbs in his pants. “He made such a mess.” She looks back down at him, “What’s your choice, Erik?”

“In my lap.” He says, the competitive streak in him wanting to take Mrs Revers differently to Marcus, but mostly…

“Why would he ask you to turn your tits away?” Erik says. The confidence within him rearing it’s head.

“Oh Erik.” She chuckles approvingly, “I see you had a good summer.” She reaches down and hitches her skirt up, spreading her legs and lowering herself down on top of him, her her chest pressing against his, her bottom half already starting to grind against his erct length, she places her hand on the back of the chair, her face mere inches away from Erik’s, “I quite like this version of you.”

Erik bites his lip, moving his hips against her, trying to drag as much of his pants-suffocated cock against her as he can, continuing his boldness by pawing at her tits as she grinds in rhythm with him, she giggles again, putting a finger under Erik’s chin as he squeezes her large, soft breast, “Wow, I really like this version of you.”

Erik’s other hand grabs at her waist, guiding her down onto him, using some strength to direct her movements against him, much to the cooing approval of Amelia, who leans forward, dragging her nail tips along the back of his neck, whispering into his ear, “That’s it Erik. You like that huh? Pressing that hard cock against my pussy. You like grabbing mommy’s tit? The weight of your hot teachers body in your lap.” She moans low against him, her lips brushing his ear lobe, “Dig your fingers in to me, show me how you badly you want more of my rewards.”

Erik growls with lust, his fingers acting on their own, any sense of self control gone by now, his fingers reach for the buttons of her blouse, Amelia doesn’t stop him, her hot breath intoxicating against his ear, Erik undoes one button, and then another, and then a third.

Brrrrrrrrrring.

Amelia grabs his wrist gently, stopping him in his tracks, “Too bad.” She smirks teasingly, already lifting herself off, leaving Erik aching and blue balled, “Times up. I think that’s a good reward.”

Erik has to take a moment, trying to capture the feeling of the curvaceous professor and committing it to his memory. “I… won’t fall behind again, Amelia. You better get used to me from now on.”

She can only chuckle, leaning on the desk directly in front of Erik, “I hope so.” She smiles as she corrects him teasingly, “Mrs Revers.”

He nods in response, a smile on his face, “Of course. Mrs Revers. Get used to me.”