Camren - one shots

Number five

Lauren's pov
"Does everybody understand?" I turn around from the board in front of me. "If you have questions please ask now." I scanned the room filled with the teenage kids, nobody with a hand raised.

The obnoxious bell interrupted my teaching, giving me a sigh of relief. "Have a nice weekend everyone." I smile. I watch as students leave my room and the talking became distant. Before I could grab my coffee and sit down, a student was at my desk.

"Ms. Jauregui," the quite attractive brunette said. "I had a question for number five. I'm just not sure how to divide the numbe-" I interrupt her.

"You had a chance to ask questions," I watch as she stumbles on her words. Her lips separate from each other welcoming her tongue to glide over them.

"I'm sorry I thought I knew it," her eyes blink uncontrollably. Cute.

"Hmm," no no, I can't think this way about a student. I senselessly thought to myself as I look past her chin. Her full breast fill the white button up uniform she has slightly unbuttoned. "Come over her and I'll show you, but you have to do the rest on your own."

"Thank you!" She smiles. I watch as she walks behind my desk to be by my side. The khakis she has on complimented her figure completely. The sight had me minutes away from drooling.

"Ms Jauregui?" Her soft voice brought me out of my thoughts.

"Sorry Hun, what was it?"

"Number five, I'm stuck at this part."

I turn toward my board and begin writing the problem, work and answer down. Along with helping and guiding her through the problem.

"Oh! I get it! I was confused on the dividing," she smiles and thanks me once more.

"Anytime Camila." I nod. The silence was quite awkward as she took time to put her math book and binder into her bag. I watch her as she struggles to shove her binder into her tiny bag she carries. I couldn't help but giggle.

"Here, let me help." I smile. She agrees, but I don't give her time to move. I quickly come behind her, arms on both sides of her. I hear her uncomfortably cough, me mentally laughing. My stomach is firmly pressed against her back and I feel her chills. I had already placed the binder in her bag, but somehow I couldn't move. I know I should but I just stood there.

"Ms. Jauregui," she whispers.

"Shh," I say, mentally exciting myself. I got a sexual vibe in my head that only led to my next move.

"Camila," I whisper into her ear, my lips traveling her neck. I smile as I hear the accepting moan leave her lips.

"I don't thi-" she struggles to speak. Good. "Ms. Jau-"

"Lauren," I say, grabbing her waist and turning her around. I watch as a devilish grin forms on her lips.

She looks toward the open door than back at me. Before she had time to move I quickly went to shut and lock my classroom door. I didn't want to wait for her to change her mind, or run of the classroom. I need her. Now.

"Ms. Jau- I mean Lauren. I don't thi-"

I didn't have time to listen to her, I didn't want to listen to her. I firmly pressed my lips against hers, begging her for my tongue access. She smiles as I tighten my grip on her waist, connecting our hips. I was quickly getting wetter and I didn't want to go slow. I aggressively turned her around bending her over the desk. I pushed away the papers and other items I had on top. At this point I didn't care. I pulled her pants down to her ankles, along with the pink panties she was wearing. I was imagining every dirty thing I could do to this girl. I traced my fingers around her clit and her entrance.

"Beg for me." I whisper.

"I...I" she stutters, slightly moaning. I start to feel her grinding against my fingers, creating a grin across my face.

"Beg." I demand.

"Please," she moans. "Please fuck me."

And that was my que. I enter her slowly pumping in and out. She begs me to go faster, and I surprise her with another finger. I fucking love when she gaps for air. Almost as if she can't take it.

I take my fingers out of her, turning her around.

"Jump" I whisper. She jumps onto my desk and I lean her back. The way she already knew to spread her legs for me made me even wetter. I kiss down her thighs, leading me to her core. I begin to lick her clit, entering a finger inside of her. My other hand explores around her upper body. She grinds her hips upward, getting faster each time.

"I'm about," she moans. Grabbing her own breast. Fuck. "I'm about to-"

"Come for me baby," and she does as told. "Good girl," I smile. Taking my fingers out of her. I grab her hair, tightening my hold. I make her look at me, and watch me as I taste her. "So good." I whisper.

She quickly sits up, reaching for my pant buttons. "Your turn."