Her Teacher

Chapter 8

CLARKE

There goes my pet name. Last time I was here I didn't have time to look around her room, she's a mess. Things are scattered and just placed on top of each other. And her scent is deep in here, I've never smelled anything like it, shower gel, lotion, body mist, not sure but whatever it is smells beyond just nice. Was definitely made to make me horny.

When I turn around for the first time she's in tight shorts just done pulling her socks on. "How're you feeling?" she looks at me, a ghost smile inches away from cracking through.

"Hungry." Moving closer.

The innuendo doesn't go unnoticed. "I'll make you something." Yeah that should give me some time to cool off. "Hope you have noodles."

"We should have some." Lexa called behind, now running in front of me to the kitchen. She's like a fucking cartoon. By the time I got there she had everything I need on the counter showed me where to find the rest and sat down watching me cook.

How did I end up cooking for her, no, the real question is how I ended up on her doorstep. I knew it I shouldn't have given her a ride, now that I know her address I'm making use of it. Which could get us in trouble. This must be the last time.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Lexa covered my body with hers from behind, running her fingers from the side of my thigh to my midriff. She cupped my breast, making me gasp in shock. Her warm lips were on my neck, and I felt her stiffening behind me, her erection pressing against my butt. My heart fluttered behind my ribcage like a butterfly. Oh,

I trapped myself or maybe this is what I wanted, to see her react.

Her actions don't seem like she's a nun sometimes. I continued stirring the noodles in measured strokes, biding my time, as her fingers pinched one of my nipples through my clothing and bra. I groaned, my back arching involuntarily, and I had to put the spoon down on the counter before it slipped between my fingers, switched off the stove and pushed her back a few steps. "You can eat now."

"If we go to my bedroom I can get started."

We both laughed at her ridiculousness. "Lexa?"

"Okay fine." She got two bowls and poured some for us.

We ate, talked about her project since she missed, I updated her on what our next phase looked like even though she was still behind. I still don't know what she'll make which isn't like me but I want to see what she can do with my little input.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You can, whether I will answer or not is another thing." she frowns at me while taking our plates in the kitchen. When she returns Lexa says that she's feeling cold and would like to be undercovers.

That is why I'm under the blankets with her. Only because it's chilly today and I could use some warmth as well. "Okay so..." she beginnings. "Are you into rough sex?" oh, didn't think this was the question. Her head is partly covered by the blanket I can't see nothing but the mop of her hair. Sliding down I level with her eyes.

Such innocence, curious about sex. My mind starts on a dirty road and I know if I don't get out of these covers will cross another line. "It depends." She frowns, ready to ask more. "Have you eaten pussy before?" her face is red.

"A few times." We lock our eyes as I move closer. Placing my hand on her hip under the covers. "And I want to taste you." her confidence coming back. She pushed my dress up, gripping my ass, then grinning when she realizes I'm not wearing a pant.

"Take your shorts off." Only a second pass before getting rid of apparently everything from her waist." Bring myself closer I kiss her jaw and Lexa moans. Our lips meet in a slow dance enjoying each other. Pulling her on top of me. "Have you rubbed your dick on that said pussy?" I knew the answer before she said it.