Faye Makes it Happen

Faye shifts nervously in her seat, eyeing the clock. Please let it strike three soon. Please… Her anxiety wasn’t made any easier by the heat in her loins. Her panties are already starting to get wet just thinking about Mr. Doe inside her. If only she could sneak out and take care of business in the bathroom, at least until the feelings subside.

Alas, it’s only 3:15.

She tries to think of anything, anything but the monster tool that ravaged her so many nights ago. She squints at the board. The teacher’s words mean nothing to her. She only hears his moans in her head, the grunts and whispers as he breathes on her neck. The final, primal scream of release that heralds the little ****…

“Oooooh…”

“Something wrong, Ms. Morgyn?”

Reality intrudes.

“Oh, no, Mr. Doe, I was just thinking about um…thinking about um…”

“What, Ms. Morgyn?”

“The Reign of Terror!” The Goth tries to hide her excitement. “You know how um, that Robespierre guy sent all those people to their deaths? That sucked, er, I mean, er…if it weren’t for him, nobody wouldn’t have heard of Napoleon, right?”

Mr. Doe is askew.

“Something wrong, Ms. Morgyn? You seem a little distracted.”

“It’s nothing, I just love history, you know.”

“Says the girl who skulks around and hangs her head down in class…”

“Shut up, Becky.” Faye snaps at the cheerleader. “Not like you’re perfect, either.”

“Hey!”

“Cut it out!” Mr. Doe chides both of them. “If you want to fight, take it somewhere else. This is a classroom, not Crossfire.”

“What’s Crossfire?” Becky furrows her brow.

“Nevermind.” Mr. Doe sighs. “Point is, eyes open, mouth shut. The only time I want to hear you speak is when you ask a question. Capiche?”

“Whatever.” The girls talk back in unison.

The class quiets down as the instructor resumes his lecture. Faye struggles to concentrate. Except all she can think of are those rock-ad abs, the gentle way he carried her thighs that cold night at the cemetery. She’d give anything to relive just a little bit of that, and it was only a few days ago!

Pretending to be scribbling in her notebook, she waits as the classroom files out. She tiptoes toward Mr. Doe, his back turned towards her as he scrubs the blackboard.

“Are you busy?” She whispers lustily in her ear.

Her instructor startles.

“Faye?” He snaps. “What are you doing here?”

“I was wondering if you could…help me with something.”

“I’m kind of busy, Faye.”

“I’m not talking about homework.”

Before he could react, she pounces on him, unbuttoning his shirt.

“What are you doing?” Her forwardness terrifies him.

“Relax.” She plants kisses on his neck and cheek. “You’ve earned it.”

“Faye, I like you and all, but this is…”

“Too aggressive for you?” She runs her fingers through his hairy chest. “You never struck me as a man who cared too much about that. Besides…I got needs too.”

She removes his belt, working her way into his slacks. After some rough going, she finds what she’s looking for. She massages the shaft gingerly, anticipating the fun to come.

“This is borderline ****.”

“Somehow I doubt that.” She toys with his appendage.

Faye abandons her caresses, unbuttoning her blouse. She runs her hands over her breasts, enjoying the sensation of cotton against skin. Her nipples quickly harden.
“Feels goooooddd…” She moans. “But not as good as you.”

She breaks away from him, climbing out of her black skirt and panties. The fragrance of her musk drifts into her nostrils.

“Ah.” She smiles. “My favorite scent.”

Faye straddles her teacher, hovering over his now erect penis. The pleasure from just being hard is enough for him to forget his protests. His breathing becomes more labored. Sweat pools in his palms.

A moment of clarity sparks in him. Does he really want to go through this? What message would that send to her? Hump a guy with zero to no consequences. He hesitates…but then again…

Ravished by a Goth girl. This is going to be one for the ages.

“What’s wrong, baby?” She coos. “Never had a girl on top before?”

“It’s not that, it’s just…”

“Shhh.” She places a finger on his lips. “Let me do the work.”

She grinds her sex into him, locking her lips with his before pulling away. It’s hard for him to feel passive anymore. He grunts as she impales herself over and over, finally collapsing in a haze of passion…and come.

“That was beautiful.” She strokes his hair.

“How did you get so aggressive?”

“Girls got to work for it, too.” She snuggles against him.