Schoolgirl roleplay

"Mr. Hawkfeather?" Monica's voice seems a little less confident as she calls you from her bed. You start towards her and then pause when you see Monica's new look. You are not surprised to see the powder-blue nighty that barely reaches her thighs as she kneels on the bed, it has a nice combination of simplicity and 'come fuck me' all at once. The nightgown however is not the only change.

Monica has pulled her hair into two pigtails, added a pair of glasses that only partially hide her blue eyes, and finally, between her splayed thighs is a large textbook and a pile of notes. She is the epitome of the slightly nerdy schoolgirl, only with a killer body and silk lingerie.

"Wha-?"

"Oh, Mr. Hawkfeather." Monica gasps theatrically, "I didn't see you there. I'm sorry, Angelina's not here tonight." It takes a second or two to put all the pieces together, but when you do you decide to go along with her game. There is something a little perverse about this particular fantasy in an all-girls school full of very attractive teenagers, but better to be pretending with this eager teacher than actually following through with what the Colonel had suggested.

"I know, Miss Fulton," You tell her with lecherous grin, "I've decided to visit you tonight." In spite of your best intentions there is something very tempting about this scenario that Monica is acting out. To have your pick of any of the 2nd year students to use however you pleased whenever the need for sex struck you.

"Me, Mr. Hawkfeather?" Monica bites her lip as her hands nervously smooth down the nightie pulling the bodice even lower on her tan breasts. "But I'm not a like those others, Sir. Don't you want someone with more experience to take to your room?"

"Not tonight, Miss Fulton." You tell her as you sit on her bed and move her books to the floor. "Tonight I feel like something fresh, sweet and tight."

"Oh Mr. Hawkfeather!" Monica looks at you through the dark-rimmed glasses, "I've only fooled around a little with my boyfriend, I don't know if I can satisfy a man like you." With a grin you lean in and kiss the pretty young teacher softly and with a soft moan she melts into your arms.

"Are, you going to be gentle with me, Sir?" Monica breathes softly when the kiss ends, "or are you going to fuck me hard like you fuck those other sluts?"