I released my sexual frustrations at home

I came hard. It was so nice. I jerked off when I got home with the memories of earlier today still fresh in my mind. It was a lot, as always, and while I made quite a mess, the shower was nice enough to wash it all down the drain.

In bed that night, I had a brief conversation with myself. Should I? Shouldn’t I? Then I decided to just pull the trigger and hit send.

I thought about you when I jerked off.

I waited, staring at the text I just sent to her, and although she didn’t reply, nor did I expect her to, the ‘Read’ along with the timestamp that showed up under my text was enough to curl my lips into a smirk. Good. I wanted her to know. To think about it. To put that thought in her mind, leaving her imagination to fill in the blanks.

I sighed, content with the days events, and plugged my phone in, then eventually drifted to sleep.

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When I walked into the classroom, she was at her desk, her head facing me but her eyes cast down. She was wearing a white, baggy, crop top hoodie and light blue jeans. And those cute, white sneakers. Very nice. She certainly had a style she liked. We liked. She looked lost in thought as I smiled at her when I walked past her desk on the way to my seat, but she never did look up at me. I was hoping the waft of my cologne that greeted her a second after I walked by was enough to remind her of me.

She seemed a little subdued today. She didn’t look at me very often, and when she did she didn’t smile. Didn’t make too much eye contact, either, only a couple of times, and only briefly. I wonder if my text bothered her.

Oh well.

At least she knew.

So that’s how class went, until the bell rang. End of the day, and it showed in the other students’ rush to gather their things and shuffle and stomp and laugh and continue conversations they started when they first came in. I was slow to stand up and sling my backpack over my right shoulder, instead casually watching Miss Laura as she watched the rest of the class leave the room. I smiled.

Her eyes almost asked them to stay, nervously pleading with the backs of their heads that somehow they hear her. But you have to speak up for that to happen, Miss Laura. Something you couldn’t do.

Or wouldn’t.

She carefully zipped up her laptop bag and slid her purse over her shoulder as if trying not to make a sound. Like I wouldn’t hear her, or notice she was there. I smirked at her ability to look cute without trying, and joined the last two students leaving the room. I quietly cleared my throat and she glanced up at me as she tucked her hair behind her left ear, then I motioned with a nod of my head that she should follow me.

I planned on meeting her in our new hiding spot again. But that’s as far as my plan got. I’d make the rest up as we went along. There’s something to be said for spontaneity, right ladies?

She looked down quickly and I could tell she was uncomfortable with what I did. Was she finally coming to her senses? I frowned as I stepped through the threshold, but quickly stopped, as if I just remembered something. The student in front of me noticed me stop and briefly turned to glance at me.

“Shit,” I said, feigning annoyance. “Forgot my iPad.” She smiled indifferently, not caring one way or the other, and continued on her way. I stepped back inside and let the door close, the latch clicking loudly.

When I turned around Miss Laura was looking at me, but her eyes were not on mine. Like she was thinking about something. I took a step and her eyes widened, suddenly focused and alert, on mine as I got closer.

God damn, she looked good today. I was close enough to smell her perfume, and I had to wonder if she wore it for herself, for him, or for me. Surely not for me, but a man can dream, can’t he? I wonder what color her panties are today. Bet you five dollars I find out. Bet you ten she’d let me take them home with me.

Mmmm.

Maybe I will.

I smirked at how powerful I felt. How good. Like, I felt good. And It sure felt good to feel good.

She looked more nervous the closer I got, and opened her mouth like she was about to say something. Whatever it was died before it came out of her mouth, a trait I was falling in love with. That’s right. Too shy to speak up, huh?

Just how I like you.

She looked down again as if resigned to whatever would happen. Reluctantly, of course, as was her way. Her eyebrows wrinkled with worry, and she simply stood there, her hands at her sides while the nails of her index fingers nervously picked at the skin next to her thumbnails. I took a quick glance behind me at the door and smirked at the closed door. Alone again.

I guess the classroom will do, after all.