Caminah Smuts

Graduation Woes (Part 1 of 4)

Dinah shoved her hands in her pockets as she walked down the halls of her high school one last time. She fiddled with the loose change at the bottom as her eyes scanned the empty halls.

So many memories flooded her mind as she neared the end. Her eyes fell on a familiar door at the end of the hallway. Her class with Camila Cabello.

She walked inside and found Camila sitting on the edge of her desk, glasses just on the tip of her nose. "You wanted to see me Ms. Cabello?"

Camila saw Dinah in front of the doorway and smiled at the sight of her favorite student. "You're graduating." She said breathily, as she motioned for Dinah to come in and close the door. "Are you excited? You've always expressed your desire to get out of high school, and now it's coming true." Camila smiled.

"I called you here because I see you in class, Dinah." Camila's voice dropped into a lower octave, a smirk appearing on her lips. "I know you watch me, and I know you like it when I wear my skirts." At this, Camila lifted her leg on the nearby table and hiked up her skirt, her eyes never leaving Dinah's. "Consider this as a graduation gift, Dinah." Camila murmured.

Dinah walked slowly inside the door and closed it behind her just as Camila had motioned for her to do. "I am excited. It's been a long four years." When she heard the drop in Camila's voice, she felt her heart race.

"O-oh." she stammered out as Camila lifted her leg and hiked her skirt up. "A graduation gift?" Dinah's eyes were glued to Camila's thighs as she parted them slightly. "W-what do you mean?"

Dinah turned slightly to the side to hide her growing erection.

Camila smirked to herself and kept her eyes on Dinah's. She liked the way Dinah stared at her thighs, so she slowly pulled up the fabric of her skirt and spread her legs farther, to show that she was not wearing any panties. "For you, my favorite student." Camila said with a wink. "You're smart, Dinah. I'm sure you know what I mean."

She reached for the front of Dinah's shirt and pulled her close, her manicured nails scratching down Dinah's torso, down to the seams of her pants. Camila scraped her fingers against the growing bulge and smiled. "I know all about this, too. Why don't you show me?"

Dinah's hands were slightly trembling as Camila's skirt rode even higher, her eyes falling on Camila's clean shaven pussy. "Oh my God." she said in a low voice, her cock twitching in her pants.

When Camila pulled her closer, Dinah put her hands on the desk on either side of Camila's hips. Dinah groaned loudly as Camila's fingers ran along the front of her pants. "H-how do you know..?"

"I see how hard you get for me." Camila whispered in Dinah's ear, her fingers threading through blonde locks. She pulled Dinah's snapback off her head and tossed it on one of the desks so she could easily grip her hair. "I see how hungry you look, how you fidget when I bend over in front of you." Camila's lips grazed Dinah's cheek.

"Now, you get to have what you've always wanted." She husked as she nipped Dinah's earlobe. Camila easily unbuttoned and unzipped Dinah's pants so that she could easily slip her hand in her boxers, where she felt Dinah's hardness pressing against her lower stomach. "Oh. You're so hard already."

Dinah tilted her head to the side and locked eyes with Camila as she whispered into her ear. A soft groan left her lips as Camila threaded her fingers through her hair. "You tease.."

She looked down and watched as Camila unzipped her pants and slipped her hand into the small slit of her boxers. "I can't help it.." she leaned forward and grazed her lips against Camila's pulse point, her hips moving into Camila's hand for any form of contact.