Yes... by the good Dr

"Wha-?"

"What happened to Michael?" James asked, completing the question my fried brain struggled to. "He left... about 3 minutes ago. Before you got too vocal."

I realised where I was, who I was with, what I had done and grasped at any idea that could possibly salvage my intense and utter humiliation.

"Stand up!" Gruff. Aggressive. Commanding. Yet lacking anger.

I attempted to push myself off the ground but my legs faltered, they felt like jelly and my hands refused to supply any **** to my efforts. I felt myself rising, weightlessly and realised James had grabbed me and lifted me. He steadied me with his hands around my waist. This was the first time we had touched when I wore so little. I felt sweat run along my breasts and sexual juices trickle to the edges of my thighs. My chest touched his, my legs either side of one of his.

"Are you alright?" So much more sensitivity and care than before.

My lips had melted into his before I registered the darkness of having closed my eyes. I felt his lips purse and cheeks draw in. The reaction of surprise. Push through, push through and don't pull away. He'll make his decision in these next moments.

His tongue **** its way into my mouth and began that exquisite wrestle. His hands were upon my behind and crushed it between his strong hands with the intensity of weeks of admiration. I groaned onto his tongue and struggled to hold my footing as his hands almost lifted me from the ground.

"James..." I whispered as we parted. I'm not sure what I wanted to say. Far too expect able phrases entered my mind. "We can't.", "We shouldn't", "We're teacher and student. It's not right."

His fingers slipped under my bottom and slid into my wetness. My pussy, excited and dripping from my orgasm removed any of those options from my brain.

"... fuck me...please."