"Darla!" Her mom called from the other side of the door, trying the handle only to find it locked.
"Darla, your math teacher, Mr. Rice called."
Darla, laying naked across her bed with her fingers deep inside her pussy, froze. Her heart started to race as her body clamped down on her fingers.
"Did Mr. Rice call to let her mom know what happened between them?" she wondered
Darla's fingers started to move ever so slightly, sending shockwaves across her body.
"He said you asked for additional tutoring after the winter break, that the day you set isn't going to work. but, he's free today." Her mom tried the handle again. "Darla, do you hear me?"
"Yes!" Darla screamed a little too enthusiastically as her fingers found their rhythm again at the news. She turned her head into the pillow and giggled with joy. "I'll be ready in a second."
"Now Darla!" Her mom said, walking away from her door.
Darla's body tightened as waves of pleasure rolled through her.
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A few hours and a shower later, Darla stepped up to her teacher's house knocking softly at the door with a textbook in her hand. Hair held up by her signature red bow, a loose white shirt almost fully covering her black running shorts. Knee high length white socks and Mary Janes completed her outfit.
Only a heartbeat seemed to pass before the door swung open. There he stood, his beard, a little more grown in than usual looking at her with a bright neighborly smile on his face.
"Thanks for meeting me" Mr. Rice said as he motioned her quickly into his house
"Sounded urgent" Darla said over her shoulder, taking a look at his clean, large home. White carpet covering the floor
"Please take off your shoes, we just redid the flooring." He said gesturing towards her feet.
Slipping out of her black Mary Janes, she resisted the urge to take off her socks and run her toes through the lush carpet.
"Is your wife here?" Darla asked, letting the question hang in the air a second, Mr. Rice tensed up.
"She's been on a business trip to Orlando the last few days" he responded, his voice sounding deeper than she remembered from school. Strained in a way she couldn't quite wrap her mind around.
Leading her into the living room and gesturing at the white couch before him.
As she sat down, he quickly took the seat next to her. His scent washed over her as he adjusted in his chair.
"Listen, about Friday." He started, not looking at her. Eyes locked on his hands.
"Yes," Darla cooed, wiggling in her seat with excitement. She didn't give him the chance to continue. "It was amazing, I haven't told anyone, I swear."
Mr. Rice waved his hand back and forth, dismissing her completely. "It can't happen again."
"Then why did you invite me here?" Darla giggled, placing her hand on his leg
Mr. Rice jumped. "This was the only safe place we could talk."
Darla moved closer touching their knees together "I don't think that's why i'm here."
Leaning her body forward she caught Mr. Rice in a kiss before he could do much else.
He found himself leaning into her kiss before he finally had the strength to pull himself away.
"I need to go grab something, I'll be right back. Make yourself comfortable."
Darla sat down in the middle of the couch, textbook on her lap as she began to flip through unread chapters. Running her feet on the carpet, she bit her lip. Waiting for any sound of his return.
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Mr. Rice looked at himself in the mirror of his bathroom and frowned. "Why was she making it so damn hard?" He looked down at himself and readjusted his pants, cock bulging hard against his zipper. "I shouldn't do this, I cannot do this." just on cue his phone buzzed in his pocket, a nice feeling that ended all too quickly. He unlocked his phone with his face, still fiddling with his pants, he began texting his wife.
Wife: Did she take the hint and drop it?
Rice: No, she's still pretty insistent.
Wife: Slut. Fuck her then.
