Yes, and I was very happy that she did

I just barely made it to class when the bell rang. I let out a deep breath when I glanced over and saw Miss Laura at the board, almost on her toes to write something towards the top. She noticed me come in and her face went slightly pink. Her eyes were alert and she nervously pushed her hair behind her right ear as she looked back at the board, but I could see her eyes were still watching me.

The first thing I noticed was her ass. She wore jeans, like I told her to. I smirked. She was adorable. I half expected her to be wearing some Amish dress, reaching all the way down to her ankles, and she could have. But she didn’t. The tight, light blue jeans she wore hugged that fine, slim ass just god damned perfectly.

I slowly closed my eyes, a quiet breath oozing from my throat as a deep yearn stirred in my crotch, warmth spreading through me. The light gray hoodie she wore was lifting up to show off her lower back as she reached up to write on the board. I exhaled through my nose, hiding a smile as I looked down and found my seat.

She began her lesson for the day and I sat there and watched her like normal. I noticed right away that she seemed to glance at me every so often. The last few days she seemed to be actively avoiding even turning her head in my direction.

We locked eyes for a moment and I casually looked away, feigning disinterest. When I eventually looked back, she had continued speaking to the class, but glanced at me again. I blinked slowly and looked away, leaning back in my seat as if I couldn’t be bothered to look at her.

Class went on like normal, and I found myself staring at Miss Laura’s ass again. At that tight, little body. The bulge in my jeans was heavy and slightly uncomfortable as I thought about yesterday. The memory replayed in snapshots. Still images of certain moments as my dick tried to remember how her lips felt. They did, but only to a certain degree. I shook my head, breathing out. I needed to feel that again. God damn. That load I blew on her face was enormous.

I got a whiff of her perfume and looked up to see Miss Laura standing at the table to the right of mine, discussing something with another student. She was slightly leaned forward with a hand on the table as she chatted with him. My eyes were locked onto her ass. God, was she showing it off? I looked up and saw her face, her head turned back to glance at me. Her back seemed to arch and I swear to God it looked like she pushed her ass out. It was so subtle that I thought I’d imagined it.

My weakness has always been a nice ass. Something about them just…tight, slim, nice asses. I could stare at them all fucking day. Don’t get me wrong, asses were sexy at just about any size, but I had my preference, as all people do, and hers was just…it was just my cup of tea. Like it was custom-made for me. Her fiancé was a lucky man. Doubt he’d even know what to do with her.

I do.

She quickly looked away, and stood up slowly, then walked back to the front of the class to sit back down at her desk. Pretty sure she wanted me to notice her. I did my best not to seem as turned-on as I was, as my plan for today was to ignore her and see if she’d notice.

Change of plans. That outfit looked too damned good to go to waste. In a way, I was touched. She was very well put together and obviously took her time getting all pretty. For me. Even if it wasn’t for me, it was.

The bell finally rang and I stretched slowly, wondering if I should go up there or just leave and confuse the shit out of her. The game was fun, and full of possibilities. I stayed in my seat for a few moments while the rest of the class anxiously cleared out, only standing up when I realized it may arouse suspicion as to why I stayed behind each day.

It was a little awkward, to be honest. Usually when I’d had my fun with a girl, and by that I mean take advantage of her naïveté and properly **** her, they’d realize what an absolute asshole I was and that would be it. I’d see them in the hallways at school, and they’d curse me out or lie about my dick size, but that would be the end of it. I enjoyed it. Immensely. No calls. Well, a few calls. Those girls with Daddy issues were always kind of clingy after the fact. But it wouldn’t last. I was done with them once I came. Thank you, next.

But this girl kept coming back. It was uncharted territory for me. Yes, she was a teacher and it was her job to show up. But the shit I made her do? God damn, she had balls. Or maybe she was just as submissive and weak-willed as I thought she was. Like a dog that gets beaten and keeps coming back to their master.

Either way, I wasn’t complaining.

And I had all fucking year with her. She kept coming back. Like a good girl. Be a good girl and suck my dick. And she did. She’s fucking engaged and she let me cum on her face. She sucked her pussy right off my fingers. I wonder what else I could get her to do. I looked at the floor, my eyes unfocused as my mind swirled. The power I felt was a little intoxicating, and I already knew I would **** it for my own selfish pleasure.

“Southwest exit,” I said quietly as I walked past her desk, and calmly headed out the classroom door, not bothering to see if she heard me or even looked up.