She makes an offer

"This is very inappropriate behaviour Tamara. Especially in a public place." you say sternly to hide the libido you fear is evident in your voice.

"Please....Mr. Carter...Oh my God....Please don't tell....please....I'm so sorry....Oh my god....please Mr. Carter....my parents would kill me....you can't tell....please...."

"Tamara, don't be silly," you begin, but before you can continue she cuts you off.

"Please..." she begs, whimpering tearfully, her face a crumpled mess of desperation. "I'll...I'll...Oh god....I'll do....Please....I'll do anything...." She steps closer to you, slowly sinking to her knees in front of you, her face beseeching you. She gives you a suddenly knowing glance as her hands slide provocatively down her pink blouse. Looking up at you coyly through her thick dark lashes, Tamara licks her full lips deliberately.

"You're a man..." she states the obvious in a suddenly sultry voice "You saw what a wicked slut I am ..." she pauses long enough to bite her lip again and tuck a wispy lock of golden hair behind her ear. "I could give you a blow-job. A really good sloppy blow-job. What do you say?"

"Miss Longmire, I'm not some horny teenaged boy." You tell her as you reach out and grab her upper arm, lifting her to her feet. "I'm not going to risk my job for a blowjob, no matter how good or sloppy." Actually as you feel the firm muscles of this pretty student's arm and remembering what she looked like as she came, you are more tempted than you let on. It's been a while since you last had sex, and that was certainly not with a delicious nubile blonde teen.

"No, you're right, Sir." She tries again, placing her hand on your arm, "you are a real man, you probably want to throw me back on that desk and fuck this naughty schoolgirl silly." She reaches down to brush the lump in your pants with the back of her fingers. "I think I'd like that, Sir." She breathes huskily, "the harder the better."

There was a time when having a blonde teenaged student like this to fuck as hard as you like without any chance of her reporting you would have been more than you could resist. You like to think you've learned a few things since then, and although you've had some struggles with your impulsiveness, you don't want to risk your return to teaching for a momentary pleasure, no matter how tempting.

"Miss Longmire," your voice is as firm as you can make it, "I suggest you stop talking before you make a bad situation worse." Three or four different emotions flick across her expressive face, disbelief, anger, confusion that gradually changes to a grim realisation that you are not going to take her up on her offer.