Little Chia

Madame Imamura nodded, remaining stoic despite the effect I had on her, an effect she struggled to conceal.

-Well, you will choose one student, and you will demonstrate on this desk the sensual preliminaries that precede sex.

I looked at her, a little hesitant, but seeing her unwavering gaze, I glanced around the room. The horny boys were begging me to choose them, but I found my target in a young girl I had seen react, but who was trying to make herself small. I walked back up the aisle, pushing away her overly insistent hands with a light tap. I stopped in front of her.

"What's your name? You are of legal age, aren't you?" She nodded, not daring to look at me. Lowering her head, I heard her name.

-Yes, I'm of age. My name is Chia.

• My love, follow me.

She hesitated, but Madame Imamura ordered,

• Obey, Chia.

The young woman followed me, lowering her head in shame. I led her, her back to Madame Imamura's desk, where I pushed her with a reassuring yet lustful smile.

• Just relax, I told her. I'll be gentle.

My fingers slid along Chia's trembling shoulders, feeling the dampness of her skin beneath my palm through the thin fabric of her uniform. A shiver ran through her when I touched the nape of her neck, where her short hair revealed soft, rosy skin.

On the desk where she was pressed, she turned her head, closing her eyes, as my hands slipped under her shirt, unbuttoning it.

My fingers danced the pearly buttons of her shirt, gradually revealing the milky skin of her belly, which rose and fell in spasms. A scent of orange blossom mingled with the salty odor of her sweat as my palm traced up her ribs. Chia held her breath as I brushed the edge of her school bra, my nails tracing feverish circles on the starched lace.

• Caress me, it will calm you, I whispered in her ear, tucking my red hair back into place, and placed a kiss on her skin between the folds of her now-open shirt, my naked body rubbing against her still-clothed one.

My lips touched Chia's quivering collarbone, tasting the salt of her skin, while my fingers traced burning arabesques along her sides. Her breath quickened as I unraveled the shoulder strap of her bra, the lace sliding slowly to reveal the hardened pink tip of her breast. A stifled murmur escaped her lips as my tongue traced a wet circle around that sensitive point, my teeth gently pinching it.

My lips left the base of her breast with a soft, wet smack, moving up her trembling neck as my hands slid down to the waistband of her school skirt. Chia's trembling fingers gripped my wrists as I began to undo the metal clasp, her breath coming in short gasps with the click of the buckle.

She moaned, biting her finger to try and maintain some semblance of composure. The classroom was silent, as if suspended in this little game of cat and mouse I was playing with my prey, sweet little Chia, who was so sensitive to my caresses, to the way she was being undressed between my fingers.

I felt the rough fabric of her school skirt give way beneath my fingers, revealing the pearly skin of her narrow hips. A shiver ran through Chia as the elastic of her white panties snapped softly against her skin, my nails tracing pink furrows along her trembling thighs.

Her fingers tightened on the edge of the desk, knuckles whitening under the pressure, as my lips trailed down her chest, marking her skin with barely discernible bites, just enough to awaken her sensitivity.

My fingers lingered on the elastic of her panties, pulling the thin fabric down millimeter by millimeter, each movement making Chia's skin quiver like a leaf in the breeze. A sliver of light filtering through the blinds streaked her heaving stomach, where tiny beads of sweat glistened.

When the fabric finally slid down her thighs, revealing the soft, shadowy curve of her intimacy, a husky breath escaped her parted lips.

A shiver ran down her spine as my fingers brushed against the fine, golden down that shaded her intimacy, my nails tracing ever-closer circles around the throbbing center of her flesh. Her breath broke into small, stifled sobs as I gently parted her lips, revealing the moist, quivering pearl hidden there.

Heat rose between her trembling thighs, her body arched against the desk as my warm breath caressed her damp skin.

My fingers brushed against her sensitive skin, which was covered in goosebumps. It was so moving to see this young woman awaken her sensuality beneath my touch. She responded with a sway of her hips, a response to my caresses, an involuntary awakening of desires she had ignored or repressed until this moment.

My index finger slowly curled around the moist vulva, rolling it between my knuckles with calculated pressure. Chia arched her back abruptly, a stifled cry in her throat as her fingers dug into my shoulders. The heat of her sex pulsed against my palm, each small movement sending a visible shiver down her taut thighs.

I gazed into her eyes, holding her dilated pupils captive, as my hand slid lower, tracing a burning path along her glistening cleft. I lowered my head further, and my tongue began to lick her left nipple. She let out small, startled cries, tinged with desire.

My middle finger slid slowly between her lips, swollen with longing, exploring every burning fold with cruel precision. Chia stiffened abruptly, her nails digging into my flesh as I entered her throbbing intimacy with a carefully calculated circular motion. The moist heat that welcomed me drew a hoarse moan from her throat, her hips lifting instinctively, seeking more contact.

I asked her,

• Do you like it, my love? You're beautiful like this.

It was true, this shy young woman was now awakening in my hands. I felt the eyes that were now watching her as much as me, desiring her even more. Perhaps now she would no longer be seen as a child with developmental delays, but as the desirable woman she was.

I licked the sweat from her trembling skin, glancing at her beautiful, panting face. She tasted so sweet and fruity.

My middle finger sank deeper inside her, while my tongue continued to circle her hardened nipple, each movement meticulously calculated to send shivers down her spine. Her skin tasted salty with sweat and arousal, and I felt her muscles contract around my finger with each flick of my tongue.

"You're so sensitive," I murmured against her chest, feeling her heart pounding beneath my lips. "Every shiver, every moan... this whole magnificent body that can no longer lie."

I felt something stirring within me, a love for this little flower blossoming in my hands. I didn't care about the stares; all that mattered was the wonder and gratitude I saw in her almond-shaped eyes as she discovered her sensuality.

My thumb came to rest on her quivering clitoris, applying circular pressure that made her arch like a bow. A trickle of sweat ran down her neck as my fingers played her body like a precious instrument—entering, turning, caressing with an intimate knowledge that made her thighs tremble like leaves in the wind.

Her ragged breaths echoed against my ear, warm and soft, punctuated by soft moans she could no longer suppress.

Suddenly, the bell rang, shattering this magical moment. Ms. Imamura swore and said,

-I want your conclusions on this lesson tomorrow. Thank you, Chia. Get dressed.

Chia looked at me with a lost expression. Desperate, I made a rueful face, able only to steal a kiss on her lips and say,

• Sorry, Chia. Thank you. It was a pleasure meeting you.

I got dressed despite my panties being missing, though my bra was returned to me.

Madame Imamura told me,

• Go to your room. Don't forget to beg me if you want a little bit of an extraordinary experience."