Kiss her.

With your free hand, you gently turn her head so she’s looking directly at you.

“With how happy I am right now, there’s no way you can make things worse for me.” You lean in and lightly peck her lips. Emma’s eyes widen at the sudden contact, then catches herself taking her fingers to help lips.

“Everything’s been improving since you decided to help. School, my room… This. So I’m sorry, but I can’t really help having a huge crush on my beautiful, kind teacher.”

Emma bites her lip and looks very conflicted. “David…”

“See, you’re already calling me by my first name, too. There’s no way we can go back.” You interrupt her. “I don’t want to go back.” You add, whispering, pleading. You lean in again and peck her on the lips again, then twice, then thrice. The fourth is a kiss that lingers for a few seconds that feel like an eternity. Her full, soft lips are amazing. You want more…

…and almost without warning, Emma gives you more. She releases your hand and wraps her arms around you, pulling you towards her and meeting your lips in a hard kiss. You flinch at the suddenness of it, but soon do your best to return it, using your now free hands to hug her around the waist and pull her even closer. Her huge chest presses against yours, and it feels heavenly. Then, taking the lead, she tries to slip her tongue inside your mouth. Without giving it a second thought, you let her in, and she starts exploring the inside of your mouth. Your tongues share a wet, passionate first dance, hopefully the first of many.

You both moan into the other’s mouth, relishing in the touch. You try to take thinks further by slipping your hands under her t-shirt, gently caressing her toned waist and stomach. Taking Emma’s louder moans as a sign of approval, your hands slowly start to roam further up until you’re at the base of her breasts.

“You are one naughty student,” She breaks the kiss, breathes heavily and gives you a teasing grin. “We just had our first kiss and you’re already going for my boobs?”

“Maybe I got a little carried away, but tell me you don’t want it and I take my hands away.”

“Oh no, mister,” her teasing grin grows wider as she takes a hand to her back and suddenly her bra drops to you lap. “Don’t you dare stop now.”

Being given full permission, you start feeling her up, heaving her breasts on your hands, your fingers running circles along her nipples. You eventually grope them fully, your mind going crazy with the amazing feeling of Emma’s tits on your hands, her tongue mauling yours and the sound of her moans. She’s your teacher, a woman at least 5 years older than you and now you’re sharing such an intimate moment.

“Mmm… you’re a good kisser, but you can do better.” Emma says, breaking the kiss. You both try to regain your breathing, but your hands don’t stop. “We’ll have to make sure you get lots and lots of practice.”

Your hands do stop now, but they still hold her giant mound. “Does that mean…?”

Emma sighs with a defeated smile. “Yeah. I know we shouldn’t, but… I want to be with you. I want to be your girlfriend. I really don’t know how you got inside my heart so quickly, but I don’t like the thought of not being with you, especially when I’d have to see you every day at school.”

“You know, this is enough to finally forgive my father’s poor choice of school.” Is all you manage to say.

“How about we make it so that you end up thanking him for it?” Emma says with a mischievous smile.