Walk With Me 1

5

Nicki

Ariana's car broke down this morning so I had to call someone to help. I'm nearly 20 minutes late to school for first period.

I walk up to steps and see my thirty students clumped up by the door and Beyoncé struggling with a key. My face is hot and I'm slightly out of breath.

All of my students exclaim in excitement when I come into view.

Beyoncé pulls back and I scramble to unlock the door, letting my kids file into the classroom and find their seats.

I stand outside the door and lean against the wall. Beyoncé's already giving me a look. I have to shift a bit to get my dick in a less tighter place in my pants as I bring my hands behind me nervously. She's been here for some years know so I'm expecting to be yelled at.

She drops the little smirk she had going on.

"You doing okay?" She asks in a husky voice.

I nod, "Car issues, that's all."

The air between us grows a bit tense and quiet.

"Ight well, try to keep the late arrivals to a minimum." She gets close.

I don't move, just move my eyes down. I feel my dick getting hard. It's like 6 in the morning...

I take in her scent, her eyes, her lips, her hair in this very moment. This woman kinda towers over me.

"Y-yes ma'am."

"Oh, Ms. Maraj, not me getting you this worked up and scared." She says condescendingly.

I have heard of Beyoncé being intimidating. In fact when I got here, several warned me about her. Although from personal experience I can attest that she's more intimidating than mean. I can tell, just pretending to be hard.

I simply gulp. I feel nothing but cold on my slightly exposed neck and collarbone area where my blouse is unbuttoned a bit.

I won't lie, this pretending is kinda cute.

"Loosen up and get to your students, Ms. Maraj." She wiggles her eyebrows and walks off to her classroom.

She leans against her doorway and watches me walk into my class. My hard dick is making it hard to make the walk to my desk and I cover myself with my briefcase.