Jan. Week 3: Monday--Mr. Howard went in for a kiss (Tenure: +10, Suspicion: +5)

He took her in his arms and pulled her in close for a kiss. It took her off her guard. But…not as much. Not since they had made love not long ago.

Leah returned his kisses. He was feverish to taste her lips as he pulled her close, like a man gripping a life preserver out at sea. Mr. Howard turned her head to one side and kissed her neck, nibbled on her ear, felt her ass passionately. They didn’t stand there making out like school kids in the back of the gym long. He pulled away from her slowly.

“I don’t have a lot of time today. I have to go to some meetings across campus. Going to have to be quick.” he said as he began unzipping his pants.

“Would hate to leave them waiting for the principal now wouldn’t we.” Leah said with a wry smile as she dropped to her knees in front of him, still fully clothed. They both knew that there wasn’t enough time for fucking…or love making. He summoned her here for a reason. Leah knew the reason—or so she thought.

Their kissing had stirred his manhood to life, he wasn’t fully erect but was nearly there. As Leah lowered herself, her tongue flicked teasingly against him before her lips enclosed the tip of his growing erection. The reaction was electric; he surged with life under her touch. Mr. Howard's suppressed(as much as he could) guttural groans filled the room, a symphony that spurred Leah further into her task.

Leah worked with enthusiasm, her mouth moving skillfully, orchestrating a rhythm that built intensity with each passing moment. She savored the power she wielded over him, feeling a wicked thrill from the illicit act. Mr. Howard remained hands-free, surrendering to Leah's expertise, trusting her to bring him to the peak without needing to steer her.

Her movements became more insistent, fueled by a curious cocktail of duty and dawning arousal. Luckily it was a Monday, he probably hadn’t gotten any from his wife and Leah hoped she would get him to his climax soon—so he could get to his meeting. Leah wasn’t sure why her first reaction wasn’t so she could get out of there…was she getting wet from pleasuring him?

Leah quickened her pace, feeling the tension in Mr. Howard build until he teetered on the edge of release. His moans crescendoed into a warning as he hurtled towards climax—and she was ready.

“Shit I’m gonna cum…aghghghgh!” It was enough warning, even through his excited breathing.

With deftness and ease, she swallowed down every drop he offered, feeling a strange mixture of triumph and submission. He shuddered as she came, her eyes looking up at him as she swallowed his load must have sent another rope or two deep inside her seemingly eager mouth.

As she rose back to her feet, she found herself ensnared in another kiss—a claim of ownership indifferent to what had just transpired between them. His lips on hers were unbothered by taboo or taste; they were both complicit in this twisted ritual. Mr. Howard looked at the clock.

“Plenty of time to spare.” He sighed with satisfaction.

Leah rolled her eyes, letting out a sarcastic huff.

“Tis a busy time of year.” he said as he opened his office door. He ushered Leah through and they parted ways silently—Mr. Howard striding confidently toward a meeting Leah couldn’t care less about and Leah returning to her classroom before her planning period slipped away entirely from her.