On a miss (something non-sexual)

"Mr. Ambrose, I have some questions about our French assignment." Jessica says innocently. Slowly, you raise your eyebrow and motion for her to take a seat in one of the empty desks, which she does. You're confused about what she is doing, but decide to go along with it for now. She pulls a piece of paper out of her bag and you notice it is indeed the worksheet you assigned the students earlier. Is she serious? It appears she is. Sighing mentally, you pull a chair in front of her desk.

Somehow, she manages to pull you into a forty-five minute lesson about conjugation in avoir and être. By the end, though, you're at your wits end. She keeps leaning forward, allowing you to look down her blouse (which is still improperly buttoned), and biting her bottom lip as you explain. Her legs have brushed yours several times under the desk, once coming very close to your cock, but she keeps playing innocent.

You know that she is teasing you on purpose, trying to get you worked up. What are you going to do about it?

You cannot take it anymore. The next time she starts to lean forward, you meet her halfway and start attacking her lips with yours. She automatically starts to pull away, but your hands come up behind her head to hold her in place. She doesn't fight you, but you can sense her nervousness in the awkwardness of her kiss. Could it be that she has never kissed before? You find it hard to believe that Jessica could be a virgin, but that doesn't mean the redhead has much kissing experience. You'll just have to teach her then.