by Jolene Avonn
Teacher stiffened and arched back with a halting cry. His cock swelled and released. The first spurt of cum flooded warm and hot in Mae’s depths. Then Teacher jolted into her again and again, gushing inside until his leaking load dripped down his legs and on to the floor. Mae clung to his sweaty back, raking her nails along his slippery skin, and kissed his face and mouth with abandon. Teacher opened to her again, lashing her with his tongue, and the couple writhed against the wall until both of their shaking bodies were still.
Teacher carried Mae back to the table, still inside her. He placed her on the edge and slowly withdrew. Mae found the washcloth he’d used to bathe her and slowly cleaned his semi-hard cock with a delicacy that left him gasping.
“Thank you, Teacher,” she said. “Thank you for letting me come.”
Teacher coughed once and began to dress.
“You passed your tests, that is all,” he said, resuming his formal manner. “There will be more to follow. Don’t get full of yourself. This was adequate. Still some mistakes, but adequate.”
“Certainly, Teacher,” Mae said, smiling to herself as she held the remains of her dress in her hands. “What should I wear home?”
Teacher already had his pants on. He was rapidly packing the box of toys and supplies. He stopped to reach for his white dress shirt, which was right next to Mae.
“You’ll figure something out,” he said.
“I suppose so,” she said with a quick laugh, snatching the shirt away. She slid it on and was relieved to find that it covered enough of her body to allow for a quick dash home. If she was lucky, nobody would be around to notice.
Teacher rose to his full height in front of her.
“Return the shirt,” he said sternly.
Mae studied his expression. There was still a trace of...something. Humor? Admiration? She could only guess.
“No,” she said confidently. “Teacher, you must understand that I’m not being subordinate. It’s just that without some form of attire, everyone out there will be able to see what only you truly possess. Is that what you want? Me slinking home, naked for all the world to ogle, your most precious belonging open and available to all comers?”
Teacher paused, and then spun around to pick up his coat.
“No,” he said. “And we’re done for the day. Be prepared to present your draft report for the panel presentation tomorrow at 8 a.m. sharp.”
Teacher stalked away, and Mae sighed as she watched him ascend the lecture hall’s stairs and exit quietly. More than one thing had changed between them at her initiation. She couldn’t begin to imagine where it all would lead.
~~~
Mae entered Teacher’s office the next morning as if nothing had happened. They were work colleagues, nothing else. She laid out her plans for her portion of the symposium panel. He was impressed, noting several of her clever observations and highlighting a few areas upon which she could expand. Mae was quick on her feet under his questioning; she understood that he was simulating the Q&A session that would surely bring up challenging ideas. When they were finished, she snapped her notebook shut and walked slowly toward his desk.
“So, Teacher,” she said. “I wanted to thank you for your help with this...with everything.”
“It’s nothing. No need for that,” he said briskly.
Mae perched on the edge of his desk and let her already short skirt ride up a little, the hem stopping just above mid thigh. Even though the office door was open, she took the risk of trailing her fingers along his temple.
“Enough!” Teacher snapped. He stood abruptly and pointed toward the door. “Any more of this and you’ll be punished. And I won’t be gentle.” He whispered the last part, highly aggravated.
In the rush of his anger, Mae surreptitiously reached into his topmost drawer and withdrew a keychain she’d noticed him twirling earlier.
He didn’t notice.
“Fine,” she said, hopping off the desk. “I’m sorry. Perhaps you can teach me...later.”
“If you’re lucky, Miss Chance,” he fumed. “Now please close the door on your way out. I have business to attend to.”
Mae ducked her head to hide a smile and walked out of the room. She snapped the door shut. Then she locked the second, outside-facing lock with his private key
“Miss Chance?”
Teacher’s question echoed on the other side of the door.
“Miss Chance? Did you take my key? Do not leave here with that key!”
Mae dashed down the hallway.
She knew she’d be punished for her transgression.
She couldn’t wait.
END
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