Yes, she did

When I stepped through the doorway I let out a small chuckle. There she was, sitting at her desk, cute as can be in her outfit. She wore a pair of black leggings and a crop top hoodie, which no doubt would show off her tight little belly when she stood up. Jesus Christ, was she trying to give everybody a hard-on? Her hair was up in a messy bun today, which only added to how cute she looked.

I was mildly surprised once again that she showed up today. I figured she’d be handing in her resignation and packing up her car by now. But then again, I was usually right about people. What can I say? It’s a gift.

I made sure to stop by her desk, pretending to talk about something class-related. In a way, it was about biology. She tensed up when I approached, watching me closely. I leaned in close, an amused smirk on my lips.

“You look so fucking cute today,” I whispered close to her ear. She leaned away, all to aware of what I could make her do, if I really wanted to.

“Please take your seat,” she responded quietly, her eyes scanning the rest of the classroom, watching for any signs that anyone was listening in. Her voice wavered with that uneasy tone I loved to hear come out of her.

“After class,” I quickly said, her perfume wafting into my nose. The smell of her hair was intoxicating. “Ask me to stay after class, or I swear to God, you’ll regret it.” I glanced at her as I stood up again, adjusting the strap of my backpack. She wasn’t looking at me, instead looking down past the edge of her desk. Not even a peep. I was really starting to like this girl.

I made my way to my seat and got comfortable, ready to leer at Miss Laura for the duration of class. And that’s what I did. She played her little game of avoiding me, instead focusing her attention on her lesson, and what seemed to me purposely staying on the other side of the room when she interacted with the rest of the class. Not once, did she look in my direction, let alone at me. Okay. That’s fine. It made it easier to ogle her. To undress her with my hungry eyes and imagine scenario after scenario, each more **** and degrading than the last.

By the time the bell rang I was far beyond aroused. It felt like the cum brewing in my balls had filled up my shaft too, like some kind of reserve tank. And I knew exactly what I wanted from her. I started to think she would embarrass me. After all she said nothing to me during class. And time was up.

I stewed, suddenly furious as my classmates gathered their things and began shuffling toward the door. I nodded quickly, angry as I joined them.

“Dylan,” her small voice barely cut through the sound of shuffling feet and noisy chairs being pushed in. I turned my head toward her, and exhaled. “Please—” she cleared her throat, unsure of herself as we locked eyes. “Please stay after for a minute.” I tried to act annoyed in front of the students who made comments about my grades, or being in trouble, but inside I was quite happy to stay behind.

I licked my lips and glanced at the classroom door as it gently closed, its latch clicking loudly, as if the sound signified the start of a game. I smirked, head down, then let it fade as I looked over toward her desk. She was swaying slightly, nervously switching her stance from one foot to the other, unable to stand still. Her eyes were wide open and quickly looking from one spot to another around the room. Everywhere but at me. Her right hand was rubbing her left arm, almost robotically, as if unconsciously soothing herself.

She was too damn cute. The bulge in pants would not be denied much longer. I walked to her desk and she finally looked at me. At least in my direction. Her eyes were wide as they watched my feet while I approached. I gently dropped my backpack onto the floor beside her desk.

“I-” she started to speak, her small voice was timid, her body language, apprehensive. “I can’t, I’m-”

“I’m gonna need another kiss,” I interrupted, unwilling to let her finish. I couldn’t care less that she was engaged. I assume that’s what she was going to use as an argument. We were already way past that. And I was so god damned turned-on. I had to feel that mouth again. I unbuckled my belt and she closed her eyes. “Right now.” Her eyebrows wrinkled and she made that same face of disgust I saw yesterday, her mouth contorting as if the thought revolted her.

She grit her teeth, eyes still closed as her nervous hand was well on its way to wearing a hole in her sleeve.

“Kneel down,” I said calmly, unzipping my jeans.