Things heat up.

Adeline sits upon Mari's lap, though the girl is more than happy to be pinned down. She still can't believe it. Her new teacher, the one that awe-struck the entire class, is sitting atop her with nothing on but a plush red robe barely tied around her waste. Not only that, but she knows what she tastes like. Speaking of her coat, she slowly pulls the drawstrings loose, which certainly grabs the attention of the girl. It opens on the front, like curtains before a show, though she starts by slipping it off her shoulders first--one of Mari's weaknesses, whether she realizes that or not. "Being the new professor is challenging, you know."

"B-But you're like, the sexiest, most beautiful and confident woman I have literally ever seen."

"You're so sweet. But that's not it. Plenty of people don't take me seriously at all, but all I want is to help others learn. The other professors are even worse than some of the boys in class. But at least the boys are younger. Every professor at the college is twice my age at least. All of their eyes, always on my body. And you must understand. I know how I look, and I choose what I dress, but there's a difference between appreciating somebody's looks, and saying heinous things."

She's really opening up to me all of the sudden. I can imagine... I mean, kinda. I haven't had to deal with much of that. Everyone was practically drooling when she came into class though, myself included. "I'm sorry. I was ogling you too."

"You misunderstand." She reaches out with a finger to gently shush her lips. "But that's okay. All I want right now is for one set of eyes to fall upon my body. Many wish they could see what I wish only to show you, Mari." With a warm smile across her face, she slips the robe the rest of the way off, all the way down to her waist. Her perfect breasts bounce free. Her nipples are small and pink, and stiff from excitement--something that was otherwise hard to see in comparison to Mari's glowing face. She sits for a moment to allow the girl to gaze upon her, though shortly after, she leans down, grabs Mari's face, and pulls it against her bust.

"Mmm!" Mari's eyes roll back. Instinctually, she opens her mouth, and she drags her tongue over the smooth flesh of the woman's bosom. She does this until she finds the nipple, in which she suckles upon it.

"Oh my," Adeline says with a smile, holding the girl tight against her. "We should start slow and gentle, my lovely Mari. May I begin with our first lesson?"

Mari nods frantically, overwhelmed by the bliss of barely being able to breath.

"This evening, I'll show you how to... lick." She whispers the final word so quietly that Mari can basically only hear the moist sound of her lips smacking and the movement of her tongue.

It causes the tingle between her legs to beg for an itch. She's never felt so wet in her life, even while watching pornography, or being with anyone else in her past. It's overwhelming. She feels this way despite the fact that hardly anything has yet to happen. She panics, wondering how she'll react to real pleasure, especially from somebody so skilled.

Adeline draws the tips of her fingers gently down the blouse of Mari, to her stomach, and then over the thick rolls of her denim jeans. She stops at the groin, however, and pinches the zipper. The sound of it unzipping is enough to cause Mari's pussy to pulse. Next comes the button. Her fingers then slip down to her waist, and she slowly begins to slip the pants right down and off the girl's legs, leaving her in a pair of pink panties.

"So cute," Adeline says, drawing a finger back down her stomach. In a tease, she doesn't quite touch it yet, but she does lick her lips.

Mari can't hide her embarrassment with her only shield being taken. There's no way to cover up the front of her panties being soaking wet. She knows it. She can feel it. And now she stares up at the woman taking notice. "I'm sorry. You're just so--"

"Hush." Adeline moves down, but the tickle of her hair against Mari's thighs seems to be too much.

"Mm, aahh~!" Mari moans. She squirms in place, and bucks her hips for a moment before Adeline forces them down.

"Patience," Adeline whispers.

"No patience," she replies.

After a chuckle, the woman stares up at her with a bite of her lip. "We're not so different. Sometimes, I'm impatient too." Not to leave her in agony any longer, she brings her luscious lips down to kiss her leg. She moves up and up, until she pushes her mouth against the front of the wet panties. The moan she gets from that alone proves her point--she can be impatient as well, and no longer wishes to draw things out. She wants Mari to moan more, and as soon as possible. Her fingers grab hold of the underwear, and she tugs it down and off her feet.

Mari bashfully pulls her legs together and tries as hard as she can not to try covering up.

"Don't worry," Adeline says. "I'll be gentle."