Gaze

Chapter 6- Gaze

My world is spinning as I stammer "W... W... What!?!"

She wiggles her crossed legs a little "You heard me ya got the job!"

I'm stunned as only now I relize she is again wearing her gym clothes, though now her long blue hair is down.

"Oh Haley... I um... I'm not sure I..."

She rolls her eyes "Oh come onnnn this was your idea to begin with right!?!"

No! No! NO! It was that damned principle! I want nothing more than for her to know that, to stop this madness. But I'm not allowed to, ever.

"Yes I know it was... But... Um..."

She crosses her arms "Jeez I thought you would be excited... But whatever I don't give a fuck either way... Just take off your pants and sit down, keep the boxers on though I'm not sure I'm ready for all that."

I take quick shallow breaths as I slowly approach my chair.

"You know um... Actually Haley I haven't showered today... So maybe if we did this some other time it would be better for you..."

She simply shrugs "Honestly thats perfect, my boyfriend plays sports remember? He's sweaty all the time... besides I like the way boys smell."

I'm no boy, and I've been sweating more than usual lately. God had I known this was how my day was gonna go...

*Ring!*

First period classes have begun "Oh Haley don't you have..."

She huffs as she interrupts me "Gah! I already talked to the principal and told her I was having some issue's and she said I could take whatever time I needed to speak with you... Now would you stop stalling already!?!"

I gulp as I take off my shoes, undue my belt, and slowly take off my pants. As I'm doing it I notice Haley take out a small composition notebook and a pen and begin taking notes. She's seriously treating this like an actual class? What could she even be writing at this point?

I lightly fold my pants and set them down on the ground, then flop into my chair. As I roll forward Haley closes her notebook with a little snap and sets it down next to her. I close my eyes and take a deep calming breath as I finally get to the desk. As I open my eyes and look down I'm shocked to see Haley glaring directly at my crotch biting her lip a little. She actually looks a little nervous...

She wiggles forward a little until she's only inches from me "So before you start teaching or whatever I need some time to get acquainted with your cock ok?"

I give a sheepish nod "Yeah... Um... That makes sense..."

She looks up and gives me a small smirk, then quickly goes back to her intese gazing at my crotch. She continues to gaze at it for almost two minutes straight before seeming to build the courage to reach her hand out slowly. Her hand is shaking a little, and her breathing is quite heavy. I'm not much different in this moment but its interesting that that she truley does seem to have trouble with even this much.

The second her small cold hand makes contact with my dick I can't help but shudder and twitch my legs. Even through my boxers the feeling is so intense.

"Oh wow it's so much hotter than I thought it would be!"

She gives one solid rub before letting it go, I hear the scribble of her pen as I'm left to stare off in the distance wondering how it has come to this. The snap of her book closing again brings me back the reality. I look down to see her face already approaching my lap, her blue eyes sparkling as they gaze at their target. Before I have time to think she plops her face right against my cock and I hear and feel her take in a massive inhale through her nose.

This time it's her turn to shudder as she scrambles back, her nose scrunched up and her eyes wide.

"Woah! I... I... I didn't think... It would smell so... So..."

She shakes her head and immediately begins scribbling in her note book again, her face is hard to read but she seems focused. I stew in the shame of not having showered this morning. I normally do every single morning but I was running late. I really tried to warn her but she wouldn't listen.

*Snap*

Haley again puts down her book and scoots forward, this time putting her cold hands on my thighs. I feel tingle after tingle as I feel her cold hands creep up and under my boxers, all while she glares intently at my cock. The beauty of her face, the softness of her hands, the sounds of her quick breaths, it's beginning to be to much. I grip my desk as I close my eyes and breath deeply.

The second her right hand makes contact with the tip of my cock both hands jump back in fright reflexively. It only takes a second though for both of them to continue their adventuring. First her right hand again finds my cock while the left stops just short of my balls. She gives a hesitant grasp of the shaft and begins clumsily moving up and down.

"God it's big and so sweaty... And like... I can feel it like pulsing..."

At this point I am so mortified by the situation I literally have no words. Were I to speak it would be a jumbled mess. Even with her inexperience it's been so long for me that her hand feels better than I want them to, better than I deserve. My brain is actively working against getting hard, it just feels so wrong...

"Mr. Davis... Could you take off your boxers now?"

My god...