Why not?

"And why not?" you ask.

"Because you are the best teacher I've ever had..." Margot answers, looking up at you with misty eyes. She rests her body against yours, purring softly. You clear your throat, moving back to straighten your clothes and tuck your cock away, then handing her the jacket she had draped over a chair.

"I'm flattered, Miss Childers, but you really must get home." She gives you a simpering glance as she slips into her jacket and starts to button her blouse. You try to determine her intent. Was this stuff about Prairie Voles a suggestion that she was really determined to stay with you? Was she now expecting some kind of permanent relationship?

You chase that notion out of your head. This is a wealthy, entitled, even spoiled girl, used to getting what she wants and knowing how to get it. The idea that she would fall for a teacher more than twice her age after a single fuck was ludicrous. And yet Grace had done much the same, a dissenting voice in your head reminds you. Yes, but Grace is sexually immature and Margot doesn't seem to fall into those categories. That left...

"Can I use your bathroom before I go? Freshen up and all..." Margot said, snapping you out of your musing. She's suddenly sounding cute, all trace of the misty eyed ingenue gone. She even spins one toe on the floor as she looks up at you from under lowered eyelashes. You nod and point to the stairs, watching her scamper up them.

Suspicious of her change of moods you slip your shoes off and tiptoe up the stairs. The bathroom door is shut but you put your ear against it, listening. You're not sure what you expect to hear, but it's like a sixth sense warns you.

You hear a few sounds of movement, then Margot's voice murmuring, as if talking to herself.

"Mmm.... so tasty," she says, with a soft scornful chuckle. "You'll have this dolt eating out of your hands in record time. He thinks I'm his Vole... As if." You hear water running as she turns on a tap, then her voice murmurs again.

"But he is a hands on guy," she purrs, her voice sounding a little ragged. "Almost made you forget why you came. He knows how to treat a slut... If there was one here..." The water runs again, drowning out any other words she might have said. You hear noises of movement, then soft murmuring sounds, not words exactly, but definitely human and female.

You tap on the bathroom door, asking, "Margot?" You hear nothing except the running water, so you knock again. "Is everything all right?" You press your ear against the door, hearing a soft sound you cannot identify. Just what was going on in there?