Chapter Three
*There are no watersports in the following chapter. Comments are, as always, very welcome.
The days of the first week back at college passed and Lucy counted down the minutes between each and every lesson where she would be taught by the master of her desire.
If anyone noticed her newly-found attention in History, the way she sat rigidly and focused on the object of her fantasies for the whole hour, they did not mention anything to her. They did not speak to each other, other than he calling her name and she responding with a dutiful and false innocent "Yes, sir", but from time-to-time their eyes would meet and she would covertly lick her lips and he would wink at her and she would be reassured of the understanding between them and the strength of his feeling.
But she was never particularly patient and come Friday afternoon she couldn't wait any longer. It was fourth period and she was due for the final lesson of the week with Mr. Porter (as he was known officially and with a knowing smile). Towards the end of lunchtime she made her way to his classroom and found it open but empty. She glanced up and down the corridor to check that no-one was watching and crept inside. She got down on her hands and knees and hid under his desk in the alcove where his legs would go. She had memorised his room and everything in it in order to make her nightly fantasies more realistic and three-dimensional and knew that no one would be able to see her in that space beneath his desk. She crossed her legs and sat down; the excitement at what she was doing causing a tingling in her panties.
She sat in silence for five minutes before the bell sounded beyond the door and members of his form began to come in and take their seats. She bit her lip and tried to control her breathing; if she was caught she didn't know how to explain her way out. This added to her excitement and arousal however and she became even more eager to do the deed she had decided upon.
At last she heard then saw his polished black shoes before her. His voice, sonorous and deep, was enough to make her almost orgasm as he addressed his form. He took the register and talked some admin with them, then, after ten minutes more had passed, he dismissed them and welcomed his next class. Her class.
They shuffled in, resentful at the excitement of the lunch hour being ended for what was to them the boredom and routine of yet another lesson.
They sat themselves down and Lucy regarded Mr. Porter's feet as he stood before his desk, waiting for quiet. He began the lesson and Lucy's impatience grew as he spoke to them for a good ten minutes more- would he ever sit down?
"Okay guys, we'll be doing our assessment on the Russian Revolution today so this will be under exam conditions; this is individual work and we'll be working 'till the end of the lesson. You are not allowed to talk or move about, understood?"
There were murmurs of acknowledgment.
"Okay then, I'll be doing some marking and I need silence for that too. I'll notice if there's any whispering. Off you go."
Finally he sat down in his seat and shuffled forward to place his legs under the desk. She placed a hand in his crotch and squeezed. She heard him grunt and then cough but he didn't pull away; he must have noticed her absence and put two-and-two together. She smiled and licked her lips before unzipping his flies. She slipped her fingers into his shorts and caressed his dick which immediately began to stir and harden. He cleared his throat and she heard papers shuffling above her head.
She gripped his now firm cock in her hand and pulled it from the confines of his trousers so that it stood proud and erect before her face in the shadows. She widened her mouth as if she was about to eat a particularly large lollypop and placed the tip of his cock between her lips. She heard him inhale sharply and repressed a giggle as she exulted in the naughtiness of the moment. She placed her left hand on his thigh and, keeping a tight grip on the base of his cock with her right, began to slowly suck, bobbing her head up and down on his shaft. Her pigtails danced in the air over his crotch and she felt the cold draft from under the door breeze between her legs as she crouched, exposing her panties.
She loved the taste and feeling of his cock in her mouth; she could feel his rapid pulse through it as she sucked up and down, the tip probing the back of her throat. She removed her hand from his thigh and slipped it into her panties, finding her pussy wet and ready. She began to frig her clitoris as she took his length in and out of her mouth, sometimes using her hand to masturbate it in front of her face. She was so turned on by the depravity of the act she was engaged in that she felt she might scream with pleasure.
She placed his cock back in her mouth and began a final effort to bring him to orgasm. She clamped her lips round his shaft and started a fast but steady rhythm. It was hard to finger herself and maintain a consistent rhythm at the same time so she postponed her own pleasure for now and focused on the object of her desires.
