Cassidy Clair is the one you see sitting in the back of the class. The one who makes good grades and takes the advanced classes. Cassidy doesn't have time for boys and silly drama.
None of it appealed to her the cliches, the gossip, the bathroom ch...
I think I would be a terrible teacher if I said I wanted Cassidy to fail tremendously. And I'll be damned if I wasn't imagining her hand between those thick thighs and touching her pussy thinking of me.
I had to adjust my pants just now, and I honestly hoped she failed. I already knew what punishment I would give her. Instead of having the tutoring session in the library today, we will have it in my classroom, where there is a lock on my door. If she disobeyed me and touched herself, I would bend her over my desk and spank her with one of my many rulers—perks of being a teacher.
But at the same time, I want her to succeed to be a good girl and wait for her reward. I also know what that is going to be too. I got interrupted from my train of thoughts that would inevitably lead to me wrecking by a knock on my door. The fourth period ended, and I wrote a note on the pop quiz she got back that the session would be here today.
She left the class to put her things in her locker and get the papers from our last tutoring session. I motioned for her to walk in, and she obeyed. Walking over to the desk, I pulled over in front of mine. When she sat down, sliding into her chair, I redirected my eyes from her thighs to her eyes.
Today she was wearing glasses that covered her eyes by how far she kept them down on her nose. I was frustrated with the fact that she always tried to cover herself. She was beautiful, and it was about goddamn time she noticed it.
I stood up and took my keys off my desk, and walked to the door. I locked it before coming to sit back down. I felt her eyes track every movement I make, and when she watched me lock the door, I heard her breath hitch. I closed the blinds on the door, and I had already pulled the blinds down on all of the windows around the class.
Before we did anything, I had to talk with her. "Cassidy, we need to talk," I said seriously. Cassidy nodded her head and muttered a small okay that I could barely hear. "You need to speak up," I said sternly, bringing my hand back up to rub my jaw, nervous habit.
"Okay, sir," She said respectfully. "Let's talk,"
"Cassidy, you know what happened last Friday was wrong, right?" I asked, looking at her. I watched as her head snapped up from staring at the desk, and looked at me in surprise.
"Yes, sir. I do," She said, looking at me in the eyes, trying to get a read on the situation.
"You understand that good. Now the question is does that bother you?" I needed to know the answer in order to decide what I was going to do next.
"What do you mean?" She asked in confusion, pushing her glasses farther up her nose so I could finally see her gorgeous brown eyes.
"I mean, does it bother you that we started something, and do you want to continue it?" I asked, now standing up and walking over in front of my desk and learning on the lip of it.
"Do I want to continue it?" She asked me, confused. "You mean that wasn't just a crazy dream, that you actually did that and wanted to? Me?" Cassidy was asking herself more than me, doubting herself. "I mean, obviously, I want to continue it," She said underneath her breath.
I felt myself become content with her answer. "I mean, what kind of dumbass question was that," When the words left her mouth, her eyes immediately shot to me, probably remembering the last time she cussed in front of me.
I let out a dark chuckle before I set my sights on the question I really wanted to ask. "Did you do what I asked?" I asked with a small tilt of my head. She nodded her head before pulling out a paper from her backpack. I nearly burst out laughing from what she was assuming. I'm happy she did her assignment, but that wasn't what I was speaking of.
I stood up to my full height before I tilted her chin up to me away from the papers. "Did you touch yourself?" I asked. Her eyes widened before a blush took over her cheeks, and the skin exposed from her unbuttoned top flushed.
"N-no, sir," She said clearly beside the stuttering. I'm happy I made her nervous but upset that she isn't confident in herself.
"Good girl, now stand up," I said, letting go of her chin. She slid out of her chair obediently, her eyes focused on my chest, and stood up. I put my hands on her shoulders and guided her to the front of the student desk she was sitting in before wrapping my hands around her waist and kissing her.
I was gentle at first, letting her get used to the kiss until she started showing the same urgency I felt. She tasted like strawberry and the peach chapstick she put on during my class. Her lips were like satin against mine, and her tongue was greedy.
It was like I lost something
I nibbled on her lower lip before soothing it with my tongue, and I smothered a moan that left her lips again before pulling away. Her lips were red and puffy, and her eyes were heavy-lidded. She truly was beautiful. Before she could say anything, I turned her around.
Today she wasn't wearing any tights, so I had more access to skin. Her hair was in french braids, and she had curls framing her face. They looked messy, and she probably did them herself, and she also had the nervous habit of messing with them.
"Bend over," I commanded and watched as she did although hesitantly still sticking to her shy act. Her ass was sticking out from this angle, and I could already see the lower part of her ass cheeks. "Say stop, and I will," I said to Cassidy. She nodded her head, but that wasn't enough for me.
I gripped her hips and pulled them farther back, so they touched mine. "I understand, sir," She said with a certain steadiness in her voice. I was pleased with her answer, so I placed my hands on the back of her thighs. I dragged them up farther, dragging the end of her skirt with my hands.
She was wearing sheer light blue panties that were already damp. I spread my palms on both of her ass cheeks and squeezed. She hides this beautiful body of hers too. I can tell by how she looks at all of the other 'it' girls that she envies their petite bodies.
But what she doesn't know is that she's perfect. She has curves that those girls will die for when they age. She's a woman, and only so much can hide that. Honestly, I'm waiting for the day the boys in school start looking at her and realizing what she hides underneath all her clothes and shy personality.
I couldn't hold myself back any longer and got down to my knees, so I was eye level with her pussy. I licked my lips before placing a kiss on each ass cheek and hooking my fingers in the sides of her panties, and dragging them down her thighs to show me everything. I pulled her panties all the way down and pocketed them.
She wasn't getting them back.
Once again, I placed my hands on her ass and spread her cheeks, giving me a full view of everything. I heard her heavy breathing. "Are you going to let me eat this pretty pussy?" I asked, kissing all around on her thighs, ass and occasionally took her flesh between my teeth and leaving marks.
