Steve Richardson leaned his head on his hands, rubbing his temples. Why, oh why did he ever agree to let Samantha, Leesa and Rebekah work on their project in his classroom after school?
For weeks they'd been staying late, whispering as they worked out what they were going to do. The three girls usually worked at one of the high tables near the back; Samantha always stood at the end of the table, her pert ass pointed in his direction. Sometimes she wore a short skirt that would ride up whenever she had to bend over to pick up something off the floor.
He stayed behind his desk, thankful for the solid oak that hid his hard-on. Some days it was so hard it hurt, and he'd have to put his hand down and rub it slightly to ease it. He'd have died of embarrassment if any of the girls had noticed. He looked down at his desk, pretending to ignore the girls as he tried to grade papers.
If he had only known how much temptation there was, teaching girls close to his own age! He couldn't count the number of times he'd seen a flash of panty and slid into a fantasy of fucking Samantha until she came on his cock.
It didn't help that he was only a few years older than them. He'd just graduated from university last spring and had lucked into this job when the former math instructor took maternity leave.
He sighed. Only two more days. Two more days and then the project was due. No more yearning after forbidden fruit, so close to his hands. He closed his eyes just as the bell rang, dismissing his final class. He didn't know if he was happy or sad that this torture was going to end soon.
He was moving around the room, picking up stray papers, pencils and pens when there was a light knock on the door. He was expecting the girls, so he said, "Come on in girls."
He was surprised at how quiet they came in and shut the door. He raised his head to look. There stood Samantha, alone.
"Hey, Mr Richardson," she said with a cheerful smile. "Bek forgot she had a dentist's appointment this afternoon, and since Leesa's her ride, she ran her home. Do you mind if I work in here alone today?"
He shook his head and raised a hand to sweep the hair out of his eyes. "Not at all, Samantha."
He returned to his desk where he stacked the papers in his hand neatly before turning around. To his surprise Samantha was right behind him.
"Would you mind taking a look at this?" she asked. "I'm not sure my calculations are right."
Just as the papers came into his hand they slipped to the floor.
"Oops," she giggled and bent over to pick them up. Some of them had slipped under the desk, so she knelt down and reached for them.
Steve felt the breath catch in his throat as her short skirt slipped up to show her sky-blue panties. He shifted slightly as his cock surged against the material of his trousers.
"You know." Samantha said conversationally as she tried to take hold of the papers on the floor, "I'm glad mom and dad gave me a car for my eighteenth birthday last fall. I don't have to depend on anyone for rides to and from school."
She retrieved her papers and straightened up, still on her knees. She gasped slightly when she realized how close Steve was. He could feel the heat from her breath as it blew across his cock. He moaned internally as Samantha started to stand. She wobbled slightly as she stood and unthinkingly placed a hand on his thigh to steady herself.
Steve held himself perfectly still as Samantha raised to stand before him, so close they were nearly touching. When she took a deep breath her nipples brushed his chest slightly. She raised her eyes to his.
"Mr Richardson?" she asked quietly. He took a deep breath. When he looked down his lips were just inches from hers. In a sudden impulse he pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply.
His lips crushed against hers for a moment, then her mouth opened to his, allowing his tongue to plunge into her, tasting her sweet mouth. She moaned softly as the papers scattered on the floor once again; her hands came up to twine in his hair, pulling him closer.
They kissed feverishly, weeks of denial pushing at them both. Her hands were everywhere, in his hair, on his shoulders, running down his chest, then -- oh, God! -- cupping his cock in her grasp. It was his turn to moan as he buried his face in her neck, nibbling at her skin.
He unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it open, running his hands over her pert breasts. He tugged at her bra, exposing her nipples to his lips. She gasped and arched her back as his teeth nipped at her nipples. He grabbed her roughly, pulling her breasts into his mouth.
"Oh God, Sam," he groaned around a mouthful of tit. She moaned in return, an incoherent noise of pure pleasure. She put her hands over his and guided them down over her hips to the hem of her skirt. Together, their fingers linked, they pulled her skirt up to expose her underpants.
