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.
With one hand tightly gripping the end of her toy as she drove it in and out of her cunt, Jane reached down to tease her clit with the fingers of the other. Pulses of pleasure danced through her as she toyed with her swollen bud. "Oh! Mmmmm, ooooohh!" she sighed as her pleasure mounted. The walls of her pussy rippled sending tremors rushing through her womb.
Harder and harder, with her legs spread wide, Jane rammed the fake cock in and out with ever increasing force. Her clit throbbed incessantly as she rubbed and flicked it with her fingertips. She found the switch at the end of her toy and flicked it with one finger. The tiny motor inside the head buzzed. The vibrations inside her cunt and the pressure of her fingers on her clit combined with her intense arousal to push Jane over the edge. She came violently. Powerful contractions ripped through her womb, her back arched and her body shook. She moaned as her head tossed from side to side. The walls of her cunt gripped the fake cock tightly as it buzzed inside her as Jane surrendered herself to her orgasm. Her hands moved to her breasts. She slid them under her blouse, pushed her bra and teased her nipples. Her climax increased in intensity, the sensations growing with every passing moment. In her imagination it was Shona's fingers that played with her tits while her tongue lashed her clit.
Eventually, Jane could take no more. She fumbled and finally found the switch. The vibrations stopped but her cunt still gripped the plastic penis deep within her. Jane forced her body to relax, breathing deeply as she slowly regained her composure, wishing that Shona was here to hold her close as she came down from her orgasmic high.
Once again, her thoughts turned to the feelings she had for her friend. Unlike Shona, who was unashamedly bisexual, Jane was, essentially, straight. She dabbled occasionally, most recently with Sandra, but, by and large, with the exception of her roommate, Jane restricted her sexual activity to men.
They had met in first year, when they were both twelve. They had soon become inseparable. In Shona, it seemed, that Jane had a friend whose appetites mirrored her own. Shona, at 14, had actually lost her virginity before Jane, but Shona also liked girls, as Jane had first discovered when her friend had seduced her after they had celebrated Jane's fifteenth birthday with a smuggled bottle of wine. That had been an eye opener for Jane. While she enjoyed nothing more than the feeling of having a satisfyingly large cock buried deep inside her, she discovered that another woman's touch could be just as satisfying, albeit in a totally different way. She didn't envy the fact that her friend and lover was able to fully enjoy the best of both worlds, Shona more than satisfied her urges in that direction, but she frequently wondered what would have happened if Shona hadn't awakened that side of her sexuality.
Reluctantly, Jane decided she had to get up and have a shower. Despite the intensity of her climax she was still highly aroused. She reflected on the fact that if nothing happened at Mr. Reid's tonight, she would have to make her excuses, leave early and get Matt to give her the fucking she needed so badly. Not for the first time, Jane wished that Matt was enough for her. She cared about him a lot and hated cheating on him, but she had learned early in her sexual career that she needed the additional novelty and excitement that a long term lover couldn't give her. Not that Matt was inadequate in any way, he knew how to give Jane exactly what she needed, it was just that Jane needed more than any one man could give her.
Despite relieving her immediate need, Jane was still on a high as she made her way to Mr. Reid's that evening. In her bag she had a change of clothes, she intended to make the most of the late pass she'd obtained for the evening. If nothing else happened she'd make her way to the local night club in town. Failing that, she'd arrange to met up with Matt. Jane needed to feel a cock in her pussy, fucking her hard. She didn't care how she got it, whether it be Matt, Mr. Reid or some stranger she met in the club.
Arriving almost exactly on the stroke of seven, Jane felt a thrill of excitement as she rang the doorbell. Moments later, the door opened. Mr. Reid looked out. "Would you like to come in, Jane?" he asked, holding the door for her.
"Thank you," said Jane and she walked into the house in front of him, once again exaggerating the sway of her hips. She could sense his eyes locked on her short school skirt, which Jane had adjusted so that barely covered her bum.
Jane walked into the living room. Another girl was siting at the table. She looked up as Jane entered and Jane recognised her as Amanda Ross. She didn't know Amanda all that well despite the fact that they both played hockey for St. Mary's first eleven but she found her friendly enough. "Hi," she said brightly as Jane took a seat at the table.
"Hi," replied Jane who promptly proceeded to remove her books from her bag.
Mr. Reid came into the room carrying a tray with tea and a plate of biscuits. "It's not much," he apologised, "My wife normally provides something a bit more substantial," he explained to Jane, "but she's gone to pick our daughter up from the airport. She's just finished a gap year in Australia. They should be back just after half past nine."
