Massaging Christa

Dan squirted a generous amount of the lotion Christa had passed to him. He began to massage the sole of her foot. Christa cooed softly in appreciation. He applied slight pressure to the ball of the foot while continuing to massage her. He gently applied the lotion and worked it into the upper side of her foot. Christa began subconsciously pressing her foot into Dan's crotch. He started thinking about things to try and distract himself to stop himself from getting too aroused by this. Dan looked over at Christa, who had her eyes closed and was leaning back in her chair enjoying Dan's massage.

He applied more lotion to his hand and began slowly massaging the calf of Christa's right leg. She did nothing to stop Dan and was enjoying his touch as he gently circled his fingers around her flesh. He continued applying gentle pressure and could hear Christa moan softly. He traced his fingers higher up Christa's leg and was clearly too lost in her enjoyment to stop Dan's further exploration. He massaged her thigh and looked over at her to see her reaction. Christa was still leaning back in her chair with a smile on her face as she enjoyed his touch.

He continued his exploration of Christa's body and slipped his hand under her dress. He discovered she was wearing a pair of cotton panties, he traced a finger across them and found that Christa was slightly wet. He applied gentle pressure to her clitoris through the material of her underwear. Christa's eyes shot open, and she gave Dan a knowing look.

“Dan.” She said softly.

Her tone suggested a note of hesitation and eagerness. He slipped her panties to one side and continued to explore her. Dan had been attracted to Christa since she became his teacher. He knew in part this was returned by Christa, but she had never acted on it due to being his teacher. He teased her folds with his fingers, circling a digit around her clit. She shivered at his touch and, knowing she was enjoying it he probed further. Dan slipped a finger inside her. Christa was already wet, and he liked how snug she was around his finger.

“Dan, stop, please,” Christa begged.

“You know we both want this, Christa.” He told her.

“It's not about want, Dan. I'm your teacher. I can't act unprofessionally like this.” Christa replied.

Dan complied with Christa's request and took his hand from under her dress. She stood up and smoothed her dress. She took a few deep breaths to try and regain her composure.

“I'm sorry, Dan. I know there is a connection between us, but I can't.” Christa explained.

Dan was disappointed, but her respected her position.

“I respect that, Christa.” He said, trying not to sound dejected.

She gave him a light kiss on the cheek before Dan chose to leave the classroom. He looked at his phone and realised he was ten minutes late for his next class, Politics with Mr Cohen. Dan grimaced at what was far from his favourite class, and Cohen had a dim view of tardiness. He made his way over to the classroom and attempted to take a seat at the back hoping he would not be noticed. Mr Cohen was midway through a long speech regarding the Jewish Labour Bund movement. He stopped when he noticed Dan take a seat.

“I'm very thankful for Mr McNamara interrupting my talk about the 1897 labour movement in the Russian Empire. Perhaps he would care to explain his previous absence.” Cohen declared to the class, singling him out.

“I was helping Ms Miller with some papers,” Dan explained, which was partially true.

“Well, on this occasion, as you were helping another historian, I will let you off,” Cohen said with a hint of threat.

Dan noticed a blonde female student in the front row scowling at him and had been since Dan's late arrival. He only vaguely recognised her and knew she was a recent transfer to the school. Dan mostly paid it no mind, but through the rest of the class noticed she was hanging off every word Cohen said and was almost always the first to answer any question. Dan thought it was strange, as Cohen was generally seen as one of the stricter teachers in the school and frequently gave students a hard time.

Dan was thankful when the class was over, and they eventually broke for lunch. He met up with his friends, including Nicole, outside the cafeteria. They kissed while talking about their mornings. Lieke was gleefully advising everyone about her and Dan may have been picked as the leads in the school's production of Romeo & Juliet.

“Has my boyfriend got a star-crossed secret lover I should be worried about?” Nicole joked.

“I'm not even sure I want the role. But I'm excited for Lieke if she wants to do it.” Dan replied.

“That's not the only production, Dan...” Randy commented but was cut off by Emma punching him on the arm.

Dan was thankful for Emma's intervention and didn't think Nicole had picked up on Randy's comment. The six of them got food and were chatting about their morning. Dan left out his encounter with Ms Miller but was curious about the blonde from Cohen's class.

“Who is the new blonde girl in Cohen's class?” Dan asked the table.

Starla eventually spoke up after nobody else knew who Dan meant. “That's Amy. She transferred here recently. I think she mostly keeps to herself and doesn't have many friends. She's really academic, but she's barely present for any sporting class. Why are you asking, Dan?” Starla explained.

“She was hanging off Cohen's every word and scowling at me when I turned up late. I thought it was kind of weird.” Dan answered.

“Cohen? That guy's such an ass. That paper I submitted about early Marxism. Gave me an F and made me fucking rewrite it.” Randy complained.

“Randy, you spent five minutes looking that up online, and you only did that to get a rise out of him,” Emma said with deadpan delivery.

They all laughed at this and finished their food. Dan was looking forward to the afternoon as it was his chemistry class, but the only one he shared with Nicole. Their chemistry classroom was split up into small high desks, higher than the standard for other classrooms. Cabinets lined the room and were at the front of the classroom. Their teacher was a middle-aged Black lady, Mrs Abebe. She was often stern but very passionate about the subject she taught and, on occasion, could be encouraged to demonstrate, which could be described as fun but not safe. Nicole and Dan sat there patiently listening to their teacher's lesson on chemical bonding. Midway through the lesson, Dan felt Nicole guiding his hand between her legs. He caressed her at her first through the material of her silk panties before slipping his hand inside. Nicole was already soaking wet. He teased her slit with his fingers, and Dan heard Nicole moan softly. Dan teased her clit. He saw Nicole biting her lip to stop herself from moaning loudly. He started rubbing her gently with his thumb before slipping a finger into her. Nicole was unable to help herself and moaned loudly.

Dan saw several students look in their direction but also had caught Mrs Adebe's attention. She had stopped discussing her subject and was staring at the pair of them. Dan quickly withdrew his hand from beneath Nicole's skirt.

“Ms Roberta. Is something the matter?” Their teacher asked.

“I'm sorry Mrs Adebe. I was just distracted by something Dan said to me.” She answered quickly, making something up.

“The two of you can see me after class.” Mrs Adebe told them.

Nicole sat there red-faced with embarrassment at the two of them being caught by their teacher.

“Why am I embarrassed at her catching us but not a sextape of me online?” Nicole whispered to Dan.

They held hands under the desk but behaved themselves for the rest of the class. As the rest of the students filed out, Dan and Nicole remained behind. They approached Mrs Adebe's desk. She looked over the two of them with an annoyed look in her eyes.

“Young love.” She said drolly.

“Sorry, Mrs Adebe. " Nicole apologised.

“I would appreciate it if you paid more attention in class and spent less time on amorous interaction in my classroom. I would hate to have to separate the two of you. “ Their teacher advised.

“It won't happen again, Mrs,” Dan advised.

“A detention for the pair of you, which, considering this is your final lesson for the day, will be starting shortly.” Mrs Adebe told them.

The two of them filed out of the class. Nicole looked dejected.

“I'm a straight A student. I've never had a detention before.” Nicole declared.

Dan hugged her and gave her a light kiss. “At least we have detention together.”