Pausing only to undo the top two buttons of her blouse Jane tentatively raised her hand and knocked on the door. "Come in," came the voice from the other side. Pushing the door open, Jane stepped smartly into Mr. Reid's office. "Ah, Miss Jones," he said warmly, "what can I do for you?"
"I need help," replied Jane, frowning.
"Well come in and sit down," said Mr. Reid affably, "let's see if we can sort things out."
"Thanks," said Jane taking the seat across the desk from her teacher.
"So what seems to be the problem?" he asked.
Jane put her workbook down on Mr. Reid's desk and leant forward. She caught him sneaking a quick look down her blouse and smiled briefly. "It's these standard integral things." she said in an exasperated tone, "I've tried everything and I just can't get them to work out. The exam's only a month away and I just can't do them. I need to get at least a 'B' if I'm going to get into university."
Hearing the note of despair in his pupil's voice Mr. Reid smiled warmly. "Don't worry," he said consolingly, "there's plenty of time to work it out. Why don't you show me what problems your having and we'll try to work it out."
An hour later Jane pushed her book away in disgust. "It's no good," she despaired, "I'll never get the hang of these."
"Are you open to a suggestion?" Mr. Reid enquired.
"I might be," replied Jane with interest.
"Well," Mr. Reid continued, "I run some extra study groups for a few other girls at my home after school. My Monday and Tuesday sessions are as full as I can manage but there are spaces in the group I run tonight and tomorrow. You could come along if you like."
"What time?" asked Jane.
"From 7 until 9," replied Mr. Reid. "If you want to come along I'll write you a note so that you can clear it with Miss Carlisle."
"What about payment?" Jane enquired.
"Don't worry about that, I don't charge," said Mr. Reid, "although any donations to the cause that you care to make are gratefully received," he added with a wry smile.
"I bet they are," said Jane, sitting up and smoothing down her blouse and rewarding her teacher with an extended view of her cleavage. She smiled as she noticed him take a long look down the front of her blouse. "OK," she said brightly, "I'll be there."
"Good," said Mr. Reid as he produced a sheet of paper and proceeded to write on it. When he was finished he passed it to Jane. "Just give this to Miss Carlisle," he said, "and I'll see you at 7. My house is at 37 Beltane Drive. I take it you'll be able to find it?"
"Don't worry," said Jane, "I'll be there." She got up and made her way to the door, slightly exaggerating the sway of her hips as she walked.
For the rest of the day, for no reason that she could easily identify, Jane felt a growing sense of excitement. It wasn't that she found Mr. Reid particularly attractive. He wasn't ugly by any means but he wouldn't normally be her choice. He was in his late thirties, heavily set with slightly thinning hair. He did have a nice smile and an easy manner that set his students at ease. On top of that, given that she was going to be part of a study group it was unlikely that she would be able to manoeuvre the situation to one where something could happen
With a small laugh Jane finally admitted what had her so increasingly worked up. It wasn't so much Mr. Reid but the fact that maybe, just maybe, something might happen. It had been almost three weeks since she had been with anyone other than Matt and while he was an attentive and extremely satisfying lover, Jane's highly charged appetites needed to be sated with something more. It wasn't that she wanted to cheat on Matt, she was simply addicted to the excitement of her illicit encounters. Nothing got her going more than the feeling of having her cunt filled with a previously untried cock.
Once again, as she had so frequently during the last two days, Jane wished that Shona hadn't.had to have gone away on the field trip as part of her geography project. Jane longed to have her roommate's hands, lips and tongue explore her body, driving her wild, increasing her excitement to the point where she just had to find a willing cock to give her the fucking she craved. Her own fingers were a poor substitute to Shona's expert touch. No one, not even Matt, knew how to pleasure Jane as completely as her best friend.
As the bell rang to signal the end of the day's classes Jane gathered up her books, raced out the door and flew across the square to the door of her dormitory hall. She hurried up the stairs and down the corridor to her room. Slamming the door behind her, she flung her bag into the corner and threw herself onto her bed. Her need had reached the point where it could no longer be endured. Hitching up her skirt, Jane moaned as her fingers slipped inside her knickers and between the warm folds of her wet pussy. Her clit throbbed as she rubbed it with a circular motion. "Mmmm, fuck," she moaned as the pleasurable sensations spread through her body.
Jane slowly slid one, then two fingers into her cunt. As she pumped them in and out, the walls of her pussy flexing rhythmically around them, Jane realised she needed something more. She reached down and opened the drawer under her bed. Lifting her lock box from the drawer, she took the small key from the chain around her neck and unlocked it. Without any hesitation, Jane selected her favourite toy. Taking the thick, heavily veined plastic cock in one hand and spreading the lips of her pussy with the fingers of the other, Jane positioned the head of the fake cock against the entrance her pussy. "Oh fuck yesss!" she purred as she slowly impaled herself with it. The shaft was at least twice as thick as any real cock she had ever experienced, even Mr. Fitzgerald's and that had been the biggest she'd ever had. Jane savoured the sensations as her tunnel stretched to accept its girth as she slowly, inch by delicious inch, pushed it deep inside her.
She began to pump the plastic cock in and out with slow, measured strokes. Once again she wished that Shona was here to do this for her. She missed her friend's skill and the certainty of her touch.
