A surprise

As you step into your cottage you think you detect a faint scent of a floral perfume, but after moment it dissipates and you tell yourself you were imagining it. You trot up the stairs to your bedroom, planning on going over the orientation notes that you left on your dresser. As you step into the room you stop dead in the doorway, staring at your bed.

Grace Mathewson is lying on it, gazing at you with a provocative smile, her plaid uniform skirt pulled up to display her pretty legs, one knee cocked. She looks utterly wanton and and delectable, and you feel your cock start to harden in your pants.

"I couldn't stop watching you at breakfast," she purrs. "I dreamt about you last night, and I touched myself. I bit my pillow so I didn't scream when I came, thinking it was you fucking me. And when I saw you this morning I got so wet, just gushing for you."

"Grace..." you begin, but before you can remonstrate she continues.

"All the girls are talking, they can't stop talking about the men teachers. They're all giggling and laughing and being silly. And I was smiling to myself knowing that I was fucking you, that I was your little schoolgirl, that I've had your thick cock in my little pussy, and had your come spurting inside me. In my cunt and my mouth and my ass. Oh God I love you Mr. Carter! Please fuck your little schoolgirl!" She rolls her white panties down her legs, offering herself to you with a smile that is as innocent as it is wanton.