Miss Weems. (GxG)

Chapter 3

Janes POV: 

With that, she left.

Leaving me speechless from our interaction. Leaving me craving anything that has to do with Larissa Weems. 

I sat on my bed to catch my breath, replaying what just happened in my mind. Did she just hit on me? Is she into women? I imagined her fucking me till I wasn't able to speak. after 10 minutes or so, I got up and started to unpack. After an hour or so of unpacking, there was a knock at my door.

" Who is it?" no response.

Then I saw someone slid a note under my door. It had Larissa's initials on it. How lovely, I haven't even been here for more than 2 hours and I'm already getting into trouble. With my boss nonetheless. To think that this would be a peaceful new start was just truly stupid of me honestly. I picked up the note.

Come over, here's a key.

-Lw

There was a key attached to the bottom of the note. This is going to be a very interesting job. I walked out of my room. I looked around to make sure there was no one around. When the hallway was empty, I slipped into Larissa's room. I gasped at the sight before me. My headmistress, wearing only a t-shirt and panties, sitting on her bed while reading a book. She acted like I wasn't here. I watched in awe as she lifted her arms up to stretch which exposed her toned torso. I was fixated on imagining her completely nude and on top of me in her bed. 

I completely left reality, when I came to, she was walking towards me. A smirk plastered across her face. She knew how I felt when I was watching her from the door. I started walking backwards, she kept getting closer. Suddenly my back came into contact with the door, causing a gasp from my throat. Larissa stood only a few inches from me, she spoke, "Were you watching me, Miss Hanson?" 

Larissa's question made my legs feel like jello. My heart was in my stomach again, I crave her touch I've never met anyone with the amount of pure sexual rage that she does. 

"Um no, of course not, Larissa," I spoke up trying to take back some dominance that she was holding. 

"Oh really? (she got even closer than before) You know what I think? I think that if I stick my fingers in you, you would be screaming my name in under 10 minutes," she spoke her lips just centimeters away from mine. 

She wasn't wrong, I'd orgasm just on contact alone from how horny I get just by her speaking to me. 

"You sent me a note, with a key attached to it. I thought you needed me," I said defensively. 

She looked as if she was sizing me up like prey. Looking me up and down she spoke lowly, "Oh there is a couple things I could need you for." Larissa locked eyes with mine. Staying silent for a minute.

I gulped. " If you aren't going to tell me, I'd best be going and getting ready for my introduction to the rest of the staff," I bit back. If she wants me, she will have to tell me verbally. Otherwise, it's not my problem anymore. 

Took a couple seconds to look in my eyes before taking a step back. She regained her posture, and her mouth formed into a lustful smile, biting her lip.

" Yes, I do need you for something. Do you fancy dances Miss. Hanson?" She asked while walking to get her outfit for the evening. 

"Im quite found of dances. I heard about something called the Raven? I haven't heard much besides that its like prom," I told her. I swear to god her smirk became even bigger.

"You got the sum of it. The dance is to get the kids in a cheery mode. Some of them have a hard time with leaving their families to come and study here, it's just of the little ways that we try to help. I brought up the dance because I want to ask you something. Would you be willing to accompany me to the dance?" Larissa asked, while slipping out of her t-shirt. 

My jaw dropped. The light from the window hit her torso and her toned stomach, looking as if it was glistening. I could feel my mouth watering. Starting from her legs all the way up to her head, I couldn't stop staring at her. 

"Miss. Hanson?" she questioned again due to my lack of response to her last one. I snapped back into reality. She was now standing back in front of me fully dressed, it almost made me sad to see her clothed. Her dress was just above the knees. The dress outlined her curves. 

I couldn't turn her down, she was the headmistress after all.

"I'd love to, Miss. Weems. I'll have to go shopping for an outfit," I said smiling. 

"Lovely! It's formal attire, staff and students are both required to participate. I'll provide you a dress. Just a customary, I don't want you to feel pressure about finding a dress in 2 days. Moving on, dinner will be held in about an hour. I was wondering if you'd like a tour before dinner?" she spoke, locking her eyes with mine.

I nodded, " A tour sounds good, I do have to change before we leave. What if we met outside our doors in about 20 minutes? so that way I can get ready and put my hair up," I reasoned with her. 

Larissa smiled and nodded, after that I left to get ready.

I got to my room a locked the door behind me, I didn't want Larissa walking in on me, even though I watched her change without looking away. God what is this woman doing to me? I didn't know what to do. I decided on a long, black pencil skirt and a white low v-cut blouse. I clipped my hair up and grabbed my wedges. I'm 6'1 without heels but I like the way they make me feel empowered. 

When I finished getting ready, I looked myself over in the mirror to straighten out my skirt. I walked outside my door to see Larissa waiting for me. 

"Are you excited for your private tour of Nevermore?" 

Larissa's POV:

I felt like I waited for an eternity for her to change into her dinner attire. What seemed like forever ended with her opening her door and stepping out. 

Jane was breathtaking; she definitely made me realize how hard it was going to be to behave. For some reason I couldn't stop staring, her curves showing themselves through the tightness of the skirt. Her shirt allowed me to pear down seeing her breasts under her black lace bra, her nipples poking through the thin fabric. I wanted to tell Jane to forget about the tour or dinner, that I've found my meal for the evening. I looked around to see Cecilia and my secretary, Alice. watching her. Cecilia's expression was unreadable, almost like she had seen a ghost.

"Cici..," Jane said almost as a question and not a statement.