BDSM Games (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 15

Nothing could be more embarassing yet somehow arousing knowing that only I could feel the wetness between my thighs.  There was no reason for me to be squirming around so much in my seat, I didn't have a vibrator inside me or a dildo. It was just the situation I was in, me in class without my panties on, in a skirt and teaching a classroom full of students. Although I knew Aviana could do much worse to me than this, just thinking about what will happen when we're alone with each other was equally exciting. 

Our morning discussion was interesting to say the least. I know I said I was good at my job, I'm not lying about that. However, sometimes random topics are mentioned so we get off task and start to talk. My class is good, we're ahead of where we're supposed to be for the curriculum so I let one free period of talking slide. 

This is how it all played out; Prince Harry's engagement was still fresh on the minds of the girls and some boys in the class. We began to talk about how cute they were for each other and how pretty Meghan was. 

Soon after, Australia's same-sex marriage legalization was mentioned. Here in Canada it's been legalized for quite awhile yet there's always a bigot in a crowd of allies. 

Rebecca, the bane of my existence, decides to add in her opinion. "You know, I'm okay with gay boys but I don't like lesbians. I don't want them to hit on me." 

"Rebecca, I don't think you'd have to worry about that. Lesbians like pretty girls, so do guys." I almost spit out my tea after those words came out of Tyler's mouth. As much as I disliked Rebecca, I needed to make sure the insults didn't continue. "Okay Tyler, let's not get carried away here." I turned my body to face the blackboard and picked up some chalk. "So, you all realize that I'm-" I finished writing 'gay' on the board and underlined it as I said "gay, right?" 

There were a bunch of mixed reactions, gasps, excited muttering and yelling such as "I FUCKING KNEW IT" and confused faces. "How come I didn't notice sooner?" Ashley whispered to herself. She sat at the front of the classroom so it wasn't difficult to hear her. Damien turned towards her, "I don't know but this was so obvious." Ashley's head cocked to the side. "How was it obvious?" 

Damien sighed, "remember when team Edward and Jacob somehow got brought up in a class conversation and we all asked what team Mrs. Moreau was on and she said Bella?" Ashley's eyebrows knit together. "Yeah? And?"

"Literally no one says team Bella. I've only heard lesbians say that." Ryan, a football player at the back of the class decided to speak. I couldn't help but feel as if I've made a mistake by officially coming out to my class, the next couple of minutes could either go really well or downhill. "That's pretty small-minded of you, don't you think, Damien?" Damien then motioned his hand to me with a deadpanned look on his face. "There's proof right here. Face the facts you thot." 

That was my queue to shut things down. Luckily, I was saved by the bell. Everyone seemed to be content, except for Ryan who was just called a hoe. He brushed it off and laughed with his football buddies as they left the classroom. I exhaled and slumped into my chair. I guess that went better than I expected, thank goodness Rebecca didn't directly say anything insulting to me. Although I have a sneaking suspicion that something may slip out of her mouth tomorrow morning.

As usual, the day went by semi quickly and before I knew it I was on my break. Aviana sent me a text urging me to come to her classroom for a quick second. My thighs squeezed together with anticipation. 

She was sitting at her desk, typing away on the computer when she noticed me walk in. Her chair swiveled towards my direction and I locked the door. I went to straddle her lap with my arms around her neck. My legs were open which made easy access for Aviana's fingers. "Hey, you." She greeted as she felt around in my lower region and I gasped when she found my clit. My legs tensed around hers as I lurched forward when she found the perfect spot, my head finding a place in the nape of her neck.