Samantha decides to wait for Nate.

Samantha didn't leave. Maybe she couldn't? Or she might've been ignoring the continuously shrinking voice of reason in her head. Either way, she hadn't made eye contact with Nate the whole lesson. But now the two of them were alone after everyone else piled out of the class.

"Uh hey Nate what can I do for you?" Asked Samantha with a shaky voice.

"Well I was hoping we could continue our tutoring session from yesterday." Nate said with a smirk.

"Look, Nate, I explained already that you need to ask these questions from your biology teacher, not your English teacher."

"Yes I know that's what you think. But I disagree. I think you're the best teacher for the subject. For me at least." He said as he stood up and approached her desk. Samantha tensed as he stepped closer.

"No Nate, listen to me I - oh!" Samantha almost shouted as Nate reached forward and groped her chest.

"Shh Come on, Samantha. There's no point resisting. It's okay. You don't have to say a thing." Nate murmured as he felt her body. "After all, actions are more important than words aren't they?" His smile grew wider as he watched Samantha squirm on the spot, notably, not doing anything to stop him.

"Mh, Um I..." Samantha breathed out hard. Her head swirled with confusion and uncertainty. She didn't know what to do or how to respond.

"See? Completely fine. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to continue our lesson. I want to see them." His gaze dropped to her chest. Samantha calmed her breathing and, after some hesitation, she began to remove her blouse with shaking hands. She let it drop to the floor before she unclipped her bra that released her heavy breasts into full view. Nate grinned almost ear to ear.

"Awesome. Boy do they look beautiful. But I want you to squeeze them too. Show them off for me." He said quietly as a sly smirked spread on his face.

Samantha had raised her hands already, though more instinctively to shield herself from view. She breathed out shakily as she lowered her arms and pushed her breasts together. An unusual feeling lingered in her stomach - something like butterflies, as Nate watched her fondle herself. She pushed her breasts with her hands and pinched her nipples, which spurred the feeling on harder. She gasped when Nate undid his pants and took out his rock-hard cock. It had to have been nine inches or so. He slowly jerked it as he watched her.

"Hah, that's fucking hot Samantha. But I want to feel more..." Nate grunted as he stepped forward and placed a heavy hand on Samantha's shoulder. She flinched.

"O-oh..." She caught herself from speaking.

"Come on. It's fine. Just get on your knees. I know you want to. Otherwise you would have just said no, right?" He quirked a brow. Samantha struggled to find reason in herself and simply did as he asked. She slowly got onto her knees and blinked when she saw Nate's throbbing manhood inches from her face.

"Heh, good. Now, come on. Don't be shy." He said as he pressed the thing gently against Samantha's lips.

Samantha gazed up at him as she took the head of the cock slowly into her mouth. She suckled gently at first, wettening it with her soft lips before she sucked down further and further on the shaft. Nate groaned, which brought on the butterflies in Samantha. She liked it, for some reason or another. Not the act itself, but the situation, that she was pleasuring this young man- her student.

Samantha licked up and down the shaft of Nate's cock as she fondled his family jewels, which seemed to get him going quite a bit.

"O-oh... Fuck!" He swore quietly. Samantha took his cock into her mouth again and began to suck harder noticing his climax approaching. She lightly squeezed his balls and aggressively tongued the head of his cock which made him grunt and groan with a reddened face.

"Sh-shit I'm!" He groaned again. Samantha felt his cock twitch and knew to take it out of her mouth. She jerked him hard and squeezed his balls as his cum came spurting out over her face and naked chest.

"O-oh. H-hah... Fuck, that was good..." Nate grunted. He took some time to catch his breath before he pulled his pants back up. He quirked a brow when he looked at Samantha, who was now struggling with conflicted thoughts and feelings.

"Hey, hey. Don't worry about it. We were just acting on feelings. No big deal. Nothing said." He said with a shrug while putting her hand on her bare shoulder. She felt oddly reassured, but the weird guilty pit in her stomach remained.

Nate collected his belongings before leaving the classroom, and Samantha alone in a mess. The realisation dawned on Samantha that the door was never locked. She made a mental note to remember that, then caught herself. Was she thinking there was going to be a next time?