Where do you go from here?

The two of you are locked together, panting and groaning as the last of your seed pumps into her, both of you trembling with the blissful strain of orgasm until you slump on her, matching her gasps with your own.

"Kyle?" Diana's body is toned and firm under yours as you press her to the desk under you; her warm skin feels so soft and smooth against yours that it is hard to concentrate on her quiet words. "Kyle, we have to talk." Judging by the somber tone of her voice, you doubt this is going to be an easy conversation. The tactile stimulation of her tight sex clinging to your cock as you reluctantly pull from within her sends waves of pleasure throughout your whole body, and you can feel it harden in response. Instead of talking, it would be so much better to carry her to your bed and fill her again, but with a sigh you stand back and let Diana sit up on your desk.

"This was so very inappropriate, Kyle." Diana fixes her bra and pulls her shirt shut as best she can as she speaks. Most of her buttons are missing, so her blouse gaps provocatively, and her skirt is still around her hips, leaving every inch of her long toned legs exposed as she crosses them gracefully. "I'm not blaming you Kyle, it was my fault really, but it must not happen again."

"You liked it though, didn't you?" You straddle her legs to keep her from slipping away and cupping her soft cheeks in your palms you tilt her full mouth to your lips. Diana might not be willing to admit how much she enjoyed living out one of her fantasies, but there is no mistaking the eagerness in her kiss. Only when the kiss comes to a tingling stop do you straighten enough to set to work on her top. Although she protests weakly, she doesn't stop you as you push the white silk blouse from her shoulders.

"Yes, but..." you stop her with two fingers resting lightly on her trembling lips, and when she is silent you unhook the bra and slide it after the blouse. Her breasts are amazing, round and firm, not as large as Monica's, but more than enough to fill your hand. When you roll her puckered nipples between your fingers they harden even more and she arches her back lifting her tits up even higher. "Oh fuck, Kyle. You make me feel like a first-year when you touch me like this."

"You're no girl Diana," you tell her as you use your knee to open her legs and move between them. "You're a beautiful woman." The heat from Diana's inner thighs burns against your bare skin, but it is the smoky look in her eyes that makes your cock harden in anticipation.

"Kyle, wait." Diana stops you with a hand to your chest. "I want to, but we can't." In spite of her words, Diana's rapid breaths, flushed skin and the way her tits press into your palm indicate that she's as eager for more as you are. "Oh God, you have to stop Kyle."

You don't really have to stop, Diana Naylor might like to think that she is in control of this academy, but you know her weakness now; she likes it when a man takes charge of her sexy body. The romance novels she favors are full of these types of encounters, and what you just experienced with her embracing what amounted to a hate fuck only adds to your confidence that she'll be begging you to fuck her if you ignored her protests.