Sneak Brianna back home

Before you return upstairs you gather Brianna’s blouse and her phone from the office. Her phone is in her blazer pocket. It’s telling her she has 3 missed calls.

Upstairs you find Brianna still lying naked on your bed. She looks delicious, but you don’t have time to devour her again.

“Your aunt’s looking for you. You’d better get dressed.”

You toss her blouse at her, and her phone onto the bed next to her. Brianna looks at it, sees the missed calls, and giggles.

“Sorry, I got carried away.”

“We both got carried away.”

She starts to get dressed. “Sir, would you model for me? I really want to draw you. I’m free Sunday.”

“Do you want to draw me, or do you want to fuck me?”

You step close to her and look into her eyes. Her blouse is on. Her knickers are on. She’s just adjusting her skirt.

“Both.”

“Good, because I don’t think I could manage you coming over and me not fucking you.”

“You liked it, sir?”

“I loved it. You’re a beautiful woman, Brianna. And you have a wonderful pussy. And I want to fill it as often as I possibly can.”

“I want you to as well, sir. It was everything I was told sex would be like. The other times, I enjoyed it, but it was, you know, disappointing. But not with you.”

You lean in and kiss her. You can’t help it. Then pull away, because if you carry on kissing her, you’ll end up stripping her and fucking her again, and she really has to go. At that moment her phone rings. It’s Faye.

“Hi, auntie. Yes, sorry, I went for a walk. I needed to think. Sorry. Yes, I’m coming back now. Won’t be long.”

She puts her phone down and you both head downstairs, so she can gather blazer and her notepad.

At the front door you look her in the eyes and remind her. “Don’t tell anyone what happened here. Not your aunt. Not your friends. Understand. Because the school won’t take kindly to what just happened.”

“I know, sir. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Good girl.” And you kiss her because she’s about to leave, and you might not be able to kiss her again until Sunday. You open the door. Check there’s no-one in the street. Then let her go.

Only when you’ve shut the door to you prop yourself against the wall and contemplate what you’ve just done. You’ve just fucked one of your students. It’s unprofessional. It’s wrong. You loved it. Not only loved it but are planning to do it again.

The old you wouldn’t have done that. The new you doesn’t care.