I saw her after class

“Dylan, please come up here,” Miss Laura said quietly, a minute or so after all the other students left the class. The last one out let the door shut quietly behind them.

I slowly stood up and stretched, a smile curling my lips into a sneer of amusement. Not only was this the last class of the day, it was a shortened week. Which meant the weekend was, at least mentally, already almost here.

I casually walked to her desk, the feeling of her firm ass still somehow in my hand’s memory. I slid my hand into my pocket and stealthily touched my dick as I walked. I stopped, not in front of her desk, but off to the side, just next to her seat. She didn’t seem to notice me right away as she frantically typed something on her laptop. Probably very detailed notes on tomorrow’s game plan. She seemed like that type of person.

I sized her up as she sat there, my gaze focused on her chest. I wondered what her tits looked like under that white shirt, a thought which made my soft dick stir in my pants. I bet they’re firm. Small, but not too small. I like ‘em small. Bet she’s got nice pink nipples, too.

I stood there and smiled as my dick started its slow swell. I wouldn’t get hard, but just looking her over made it nice and heavy in my pants. If she were to happen to look down, she’d definitely notice.

Suddenly, she did notice me there and recoiled a bit, leaning away slightly.

She made a small noise of mild surprise, her voice quiet. Damn, she smelled good. “Can you…back up a little bit please?” Her nervous half-smile was awkward, and the way her nervous eyes looked from below me in her chair made me inhale and grit my teeth. She was obviously uncomfortable with me this close. I didn’t move an inch. She briefly made eye contact again and rolled her eyes, very quietly clearing her throat as she prepared to speak.

“Right,” she finally began, subtly shaking her head and raising her eyebrows as if her patience were being tested. I wondered if she would yell at me, if she would have that in her. Doubt it. “That little joke back there, if that’s what you call it, was very inappropriate.” Not even close to yelling. Her voice was timid, yet wore a mask of authority that was amusingly lacking. She couldn’t even bring herself to look me in the eyes now, as she pretended to have the confidence she thought she possessed, instead casting her eyes down at the edge of her desk in front of me.“Not to mention extremely rude…and frankly, disgusting.”

“Mm,” I nodded. All true statements. I wonder what perfume that is. It’s nice. Not too heavy. Very feminine. “Yeah, it was unnecessary,” I replied casually, looking down at her, my eyes focused on her cute face. Her eyes quickly darted up to mine, the look in them softening a bit at my response. She looked unsure of how to continue, her pupils wide as her timid nature was as obvious to me as the pleasant, swelling warmth in the front of my jeans.

“Very unnecessary,” she added quietly, her mask of fake confidence pulled the corner of my mouth into a subtle smirk.

I nodded again. “Because I’m pretty sure I know the answer,” I said calmly.

Her eyebrows furrowed in momentary confusion, then her face went pink when she realized what I was getting at. She scoffed in disgust, standing up quickly. “You can leave,” she quietly murmured, her voice shaky as her resolve disappeared. She pushed her chair in and I closed the gap between us. She simply stared up at me, the height difference between us glaring.

“Why don’t you let me find out?” I asked confidently, inching closer to her. It wasn’t really a question. It was more of an encouragement. Her face was bright pink with embarrassment as she stood there, frozen. She didn’t know what to do. Her unsure eyes were wet with a mixture of anger and defeat, filled with the knowledge that her window of opportunity to end this was quickly closing.

When she didn’t move, rooted in place as she stared up at me, I acted. I was taking a huge risk, I know. But I was so turned on that I didn’t care. I calmly stepped to her and pushed my right hand against her left breast. She lightly gasped as she reluctantly let me nudge her backward, unable or unwilling to stop me. Her left hand suddenly closed around my wrist, pitifully trying to pull my hand away. Her fingers curled around mine, trying unsuccessfully to pry them off of her breast. She offered a moment of resistance as my gentle but strong hand pushed her backwards, and gasped again, tensing up when my left hand came around to cup her tight ass, my middle and ring finger comfortably lodged between her tight cheeks as I gently squeezed. The fabric of her skirt felt heavenly on my fingertips as the warmth of her most intimate place made my hand feel at home.

“St-,” she barely whispered. Stop? I looked down into her wide eyes, my gaze piercing hers as I saw everything I needed to.

Not convinced. I gently squeezed her breast as her grip on my hand weakened. Only then did I release her breast, quickly sliding my hand up to her neck, gently wrapping my fingers around her throat. Not squeezing, just holding her there. I was a little surprised she hadn’t tried harder to stop me, but her failed confidence was driving me crazy. It was almost too easy. It felt powerful.

“Maybe you’d prefer this,” I said calmly. I felt the muscles of her neck as she swallowed, her frightened eyes glued to mine as she stood frozen in place. I smirked down at her. This girl would let me do whatever the fuck I wanted right now. A tiny part of me spared a momentary thought of sympathy for her. What must it be like? What was going through her mind right now. I couldn’t relate. I could feel her heartbeat pulsing quickly against my hand. I leaned in close to her and inhaled as my nose lightly touched the side of her neck. She held her breath, our uncomfortable closeness making her body shiver.

I gently squeezed her ass again, wanting one more feel of that internal warmth the crack of her ass gave my fingers, then I let my hand slide down her neck, lightly grazing the space between her breasts. Yet she still just stood there, looking up at me like a helpless animal waiting for a predator to strike. I licked my lips, and gently released the grip of my left hand off her ass, casually sliding up the small of her back.

She watched silently as I brought my left hand to my face. I grazed my nose with my fingertips and inhaled, the scent of her enough to make my cock stir. I gently reached out and ran the same fingers down her cheek, wiping a tear away with my thumb as my fingertips lightly grazed her lips.

Then I exhaled and turned toward the door, leaving her standing there as her breath returned to her in quiet, quick puffs. The relief she felt when I walked to the door must have been euphoric.

She was still staring at me through wet eyes when I turned back around.

“I wouldn’t tell anybody about this,” I said, smiling, the scent and feel of her still fresh in my nose and on my hands. “People tend to believe the student.”