Jan. Week 4: Tuesday afternoon: Leah lets Nathan finish on her tits (Silence:+25, Suspicion: +10)

Leah pulled of his cock and looked up at him.

“Fine. Just please don’t make too much of a mess, please.” she said, trying to sound annoyed. Leah held her tits together as if he needed help aiming to his her endowed wonders.

“Heck yeahhhhhhahhhhggghgh!” Nathan moaned as he stroked himself quickly and pointed his cock toward Leah’s breast. It was barely a moment of jerking his cock that he began to cum. The first bit of cum shot far and managed to hit Leah’s red top in seemingly a half dozen places. He knew he had made a misstep but he was too far gone. He kept jerking himself onto her breasts and slathered her right…boob and cleavage with his ivory goo.

After Nathan was done bleating in pleasure, he looked down at Leah and realized what the errant rope of cum meant. She looked up at him with her teacher stare like he had just thrown a paper airplane during a test.

“Oh my god, I’m so, so sorry, holy shit, I didn’t mean to—” Nathan’s voice was a shrill fever-dream; he practically tripped over his own dick trying to apologize to Leah, who was standing topless with goo streaked up her cleavage, dotting her shirt, and running down her right tit like some Jackson Pollock tribute to humiliation. She pressed a tissue to her breast and looked at him with a calm so icy it could’ve frozen beer.

“Relax.” Her voice was dry as a desert. “It’s not the first time someone’s made a mess in my class. Won’t be the last, either.” She arched an eyebrow and, without breaking eye contact, wiped herself off with a stack of tissues from her desk. It was methodical, quick, almost clinical, like she’d done it a thousand times before. In fact, she probably had.

Nathan, meanwhile, scurried around the room, trying to gather up his clothes like there was a fire drill and he wasn’t wearing any pants. His face was oscillating between abject terror and dopey post-orgasmic bliss—a combination Leah found both hilarious and a little bit endearing, if she was honest.

He was already yammering as he yanked up his pants. “I didn’t mean to, I swear, I just, um, you looked so good, and I’ve never, I mean, that was the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I mean it. Holy shit. Ohmygod—”

She cut him off.

“Nathan. Just get dressed.”

His gaze snapped to hers, then immediately down to her tits, then back up again. He looked like he’d just seen a ghost. Or a naked teacher. Same concept.

“Sorry, sorry!” he said in a panic. Leah rolled her eyes, grabbing her shirt and fixing it up with practiced speed.

“You keep your mouth shut about all this—remember.” She shot him a look, sharp and serious enough that he literally took a step backwards.

“Yes ma’am! Oh don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone about this—or anything.” he said as he shook his head enthusiastically and overpolitely.

“Perfect.” Leah said as she wiped up a bit of cum off the classroom floor.

“You are…just…so hot…God that was so hot.” He tried to regain composure, swallowing hard. “Oh right…sorry. Don’t need to keep talking about it.”

Leah sighed and reached for her purse, pulling out a travel-sized bottle of hand sanitizer. She slathered her hands, then did a quick scan of her exposed skin and dabbed again where needed, like she was prepping for a crime scene cleanup.

Nathan, at last, had his pants on and his shoes mostly on. The kid looked like he’d just been run over by a freight train made of sex and then resuscitated by a paramedic with poor boundaries. Leah almost snorted at the sight.

“You’re even hotter than in the video.” The words slipped out of his mouth before his brain could veto them, and his hand went to his mouth, horrified.

Leah, now freshly covered and sanitized, leaned in toward Nathan, low enough that Nathan’s eyes involuntarily dipped to her barely-contained cleavage.

“Nathan, if you ever watch that video again—”

“I won’t, I promise!” He interrupted. They both knew that was a lie. But it made Leah feel good that he said that. She let the silence hang, then smiled—a little cruelly.

“I was going to say, if you watch it again, remember that I look even better in person.” She let the words hang, then straightened up, smoothing her blouse. “So—don’t ruin that.”

Nathan’s knees buckled, and he nearly lost his balance, but managed to catch himself by grabbing the back of a student desk. “You… wow… holy shit.”

“You should probably get going. I gotta go to Nathan.” She gestured for Nathan to get his backpack, and he shuffled over to it like a zombie.

“This… this was the best day of my life, Miss Williams.” His voice was low, almost reverent. “Thank you.”

Leah blinked at him, unsure what to say, so she just went with, “You’re welcome. Now get out before someone finds us.”

He scampered to the door, then hesitated, turned back.

“Best day ever.” Then he darted out the door.

Leah exhaled deeply and then surveyed the classroom. There were a few tissues in the garbage with evidence on them, and a light, musky, unmistakably sexual smell lingering in the air. She wondered if the janitors would notice, or if the next day’s lesson would carry a whiff of her shame.

She paused by the bathroom, ducked in, and checked herself again in the mirror. She rinsed her mouth, fixed her hair, and took a moment to gather her thoughts. Then, shoulders squared, she strode down the empty hallway toward the parking lot, heels clicking in perfect rhythm, the sound echoing in the silent building.

By the time she hit the exit, she was almost convinced that she could forget about it—just another secret for the growing pile.

But she knew that Nathan wouldn’t. He’d remember every second of it. He’d probably be beating off the images tonight. And tomorrow. And all week.