Jan. Week 4: Tuesday afternoon: Leah lets Nathan play with her tits...

“Go ahead,” she said, making it sound like he was getting the privilege of cleaning her dry-erase markers. “Just don’t leave bruises or anything.” She sat on the edge of her desk and spread her knees a little, letting him get a good look.

Nate licked his lips (was he actually salivating?) and hunched over. He cradled her breast with both trembling hands. Leah felt the goosebumps prickle up her arms despite herself. He was so gentle, so reverential, it would almost have been sweet if the whole thing wasn’t so fucking wrong.

He leaned in and pressed his lips softly to her nipple, then drew back, like he was making sure she didn’t mind. She rolled her eyes, gave him a little nod, and he dove in with more confidence. He licked, then sucked, making these tiny, desperate sounds as he did. Leah had to admit, it felt really, really good. There was an innocence to it, even if what they were doing was the furthest thing from innocent.

She closed her eyes and tried to imagine she was somewhere else, anywhere else, but her body betrayed her. Her nipples went hard, her thighs pressed together, and there was no denying the warmth spreading between her legs. Leah tried not to moan, but a little sigh escaped her lips anyway.

Nate must have heard it, because he looked up at her, face shining with pride.

“You like that?” he asked, like he was the first person in history to discover breasts.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Leah said, cheeks reddening. “Just…don’t drool everywhere and make a mess.”

He nodded, but kept at it, switching from one breast to the other, hands squeezing a little more boldly now. Each time he nipped at her, it sent a current through her whole body. She bit her lip and endured it, counting down the seconds until she could safely send him home and pretend none of this happened.

But he wasn’t ready to quit. He kept on. Leah had to stop him before he left a mark or before the whole damn afternoon slipped away. Leah he looked down at his erection—still bobbing in the air, still twitching with anticipation.

“Okay okay…that’s enough. Lets go ahead and take of him shall we?” she gestured at his cock then moved down to her knees in front of him and wrapped her hand around his shaft. This time, she didn’t bother with theatrics. She knew she needed to not stay too long in the classroom—alone—with a male student. Besides, she needed to get home too.

However, even though she was well aware of all the urgency and she could have just gone through the motions for whatever reason—maybe the thrill, maybe the guilt, or maybe just the need to feel something—she went all in. She gave him everything she had, made it the best blowjob of his young life.

Nathan bit his tongue to stop from cumming right away as Leah worked him expertly. She had her glasses on and looked like a naughty librarian or just like a naughty teacher from all the porn that Nate had been watching ever since discovering Leah’s secret. She bobbed her mouth on his cock again and again. Nathan moaned loudly with each moment of Leah’s mouth on his manhood. He finally groaned out a question.

“Can…can…I Gughhgh can I…cum on your tits?” he asked sheepishly. His elevated vocabulary from boobs to tits would have made Leah chuckle if she wasn’t too busy sucking his cock like a champ. She could tell he was going to bust any moment and needed to make a decision quickly. In that split second, she knew that she could just swallow his load and go on home. No mess. Less time for people to ask questions about why Nathan was in her class, at home before Jonathan, etc. But she also knew that keeping Nathan satisfied would be important too.

“Ughghgh Please!?” He groaned louder.