Amber

“Don't question my decisions, Amber. I want to speak with you after class.”

Amber pouted, but didn't say anything more. The students went back to their quizzes.

After class ended Amber remained in her seat, still pouting. As Rickard walked towards her he couldn't help but think that her pouting was actually very cute. Like a lost little girl. Then he glanced at her large chest straining against her tight, white blouse and he remembered that she was hardly a girl anymore.

Richard stood next to her desk and tried to look consoling. “Amber, it's really not such a big deal. Bubble gum is a distraction. I just need you to stop when I tell you to without arguing.”

Amber hunched her shoulders and looked up at him with an embarrassed smile. “I'm sorry sir, I just...” She reached inside her school bag. “I get stressed when there's a quiz. When I get stressed I don't even think, I just try to do something that relaxes me.” The blonde girl pulled out another piece of gum and started unwrapping it.

“Amber, you're doing it again!”

“What?” Amber looked down at her hands. “Oh my god! I'm so sorry, Mr. Stamp! I didn't even think. I've got like and oral fixation or something.”

Richard tensed up at the words 'oral fixation.' “Well, that's okay. Just don't bring the gum to class in the first place, okay?”

She put the gum away and placed a hand on the teacher's leg. “Okay, Mr. Stamp.”

The touch sent a warmth up Richard's leg. He tried to think about how much younger she was than him, but he couldn't convince himself that four years was a lot. “Amber... I don't think it's appropriate for you to touch me there.”

“Really?” She looked up at him with an innocent smile, then casually looked away and slid her hand around to his ass. “How about here?”

Richard suddenly wanted to grab her ponytails and yank her head into his crotch. He cursed the fact that a month ago he was a college student who would have done that with this girl, no hesitation. He focused on the possibility of losing his job.

“Amber, you have to take your hand off my butt.”

Instead, she squeezed his ass cheek. “Seven more seconds.”

Richard noticed that she was still staring off to the side and turned to see what she was looking at. It was the classroom clock. “Why seven seconds?”

“Oh... just...” Amber looked back at him, smiled wide, and let go. “No reason.”