Tutored in Temptation

Author's Note: All characters, events, and places described in this narrative are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18 years. Obviously, this type of behaviour from a teacher is not condoned in real life.

All comments and feedback are welcomed.

HF

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Emily Lancaster sat at the long, wooden table in the quiet study room, her heart racing as she reviewed Darius Okoro's latest essay sitting on the brown surface in front of her. Her eyes were on the words on the page, but her mind was a million miles away. The memory of their encounter in the alleyway on Saturday morning, just two days before, kept replaying in her mind--a dangerous mix of excitement and anxiety. All weekend, the married English teacher had been consumed by it, unsure how she would react when she faced her young Nigerian student today.

After leaving the alley way, she had returned to her car, her heart furiously beating in both fear and excitement. What they had done, what she had let him do to her -- firstly kiss her, then suck on her breasts and, finally, finger her to a powerful and very satisfying orgasm, all in the confines of a small alley way off Guildford's High Street had been a transformative experience for her.

Not only had it been the first time that she had strayed in any way since her marriage to Jonathan, indeed, it had been the first time she had strayed in any of her relationships; but, more tellingly, it had been the first time she had done anything of this nature with one of her students, something she had never dared to contemplate in the past. To complicate the situation even further, her student was Black; a talented, young footballer of Nigerian-heritage studying at her school. She'd never really been attracted to someone who wasn't White before and certainly never in this way. This potent combination of factors made her head spin and, as she made her way to her car to collect her daughter from her playdate, she felt a powerful pang of guilt leach into the back of her mind.

'I... I can't believe I did that...' she thought to herself, turning on the engine and putting the car into drive. 'If we'd been caught...' The realisation of what they did, the risks they took, the implications for her career and marriage if they had been discovered were all too shocking to consider. Nonetheless, a subtle little voice in the back of her mind continued to remind her how good it felt, how in that moment she felt alive for the first time in such a long time, how he'd made her feel like a woman again, a woman who deserved to be loved.

As she drove to collect her daughter, she contemplated the experience -- her first affair and her first interracial encounter. It wasn't as if her husband, Jonathan, was a bad man. Indeed, he was actually a good and loving father to their daughter and a dedicated husband. When he was at home. It was the long absences, the time away, the late nights at the office that had allowed them to drift apart and for her to fall into the hands of Darius. Darius, her Nigerian student, with his cheeky grin, smooth, dark brown skin and toned, athletic body -- he was the personification of temptation. And she had given in to it all.

Emily had been a nervous wreck for the remainder of the weekend, alternating between being torn with guilt and overcome with pleasure at the memory of what had occurred. Fortunately, Jonathan was away in New York for several days for work, otherwise Emily wouldn't have known how she would have reacted in his presence. By Sunday night, she had calmed herself down to be able to focus on the week ahead but, as Monday morning dawned, all of the memories, fears and anxieties came flooding back with the realisation that she would again see Darius after school that afternoon for their next tutoring session.

There was a soft knock at the door and it creaked open, Darius stepping inside, his tall, dark frame filling the doorway. He flashed her a smile, one that seemed to carry a blend of mischief and satisfaction. Emily's pulse quickened as their eyes met, though she fought to keep her composure.

"Hey, Mrs. Lancaster," he greeted casually, though there was something knowing in his gaze. As usual, he was dressed in his Prestwood School uniform -- the blazer, the tie, the shirt, the trousers. All looked so familiar on him; yet, after Saturday, Emily couldn't help but be reminded of the fact that he was a student at the school, one of her tutees. Despite being 18 years old, legally an adult and able to make decisions about who he slept and had relationships with, the laws and policies were clear -- there was no way that someone in her position should have done what they did in that alley way.

"Hello, Darius." Her tone was carefully controlled, but the flutter in her chest betrayed her feelings. "Did... did you have a good weekend?"

"It was... memorable," he replied, his grin widening slightly. He moved closer, taking a seat beside her, his eyes never leaving hers. "How about you?" he asked, a touch of mischief creeping into his voice. 'Dammit, Emily... we shouldn't have done it... and we agreed that we'd keep things professional...' she thought to herself as she attempted to control her emotions.

Feeling the conflicting emotions swirling inside of her, Emily hesitated before responding, gripping her pen tighter. She glanced down at the table for moment, her eyes focusing on the graffiti that had been etched into the wooden surface by generations of previous students. Controlling herself, she looked back up at him. "It was fine, thank you." Her response was too stilted, too formal, and she knew he could sense the tension in her voice and for a moment she wondered if he had any second doubts over what they had done.

'We need to get this session underway... that'll be the best way to deal with things,' she thought to herself, trying to be decisive. Clearing her throat, Emily attempted to sound casual as she addressed him. "So, Darius, have you gone over the essay I assigned last week?"

Darius leaned back slightly in his chair, the wooden frame creaking under his muscular bulk, his gaze unwavering as it locked on the face of the married English teacher. "Yeah, I looked it over... but I've been thinking about other things too."

Emily glanced down at the papers on the desk in front of her, her voice betraying her attempt at composure. "We should... umm... probably focus on the work right now," she said, her voice wavering. 'Dammit, Darius... we agreed to keep things professional...'

A small smile tugged at the young Black teenager's thick lips as he responded softly, almost teasingly. "Is that what you want? To just focus on the work, Mrs Lancaster?" A heavy silence followed, thick with unspoken thoughts. Darius leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a low murmur as if they were sharing an intimate secret, which in some sense, they were. "You've been thinking about it, haven't you? About Saturday..."

Emily's breath caught in her throat as her heart raced, the meaning behind his words clear. She hesitated, torn between logic and emotion, glancing down at the essay in front of her, trying desperately to focus on the words. But her thoughts were consumed by how close he was sitting to her -- her mind recalling how thrilling and terrifying their encounter had been.

She knew exactly where the conversation was headed, and the mere thought of it made her pulse quicken in excitement, fear, and anticipation. Despite the battle waging within her, the rational part of her mind urged her to keep things professional. 'I'm a professional teacher, I should be able to handle this...' she thought nervously to herself, unsure of her ability, or desire, to change the topic.

"Darius," she said quietly, still avoiding his gaze, "what happened... it was... it can't happen again. You know that, right?"

The young Black student leaned in slightly towards the White teacher, his voice low and earnest as he whispered, "I know it was risky, Emily. But it felt... I don't know, real. Like it was something we both needed."

Finally, Emily lifted her gaze to meet his, and the intensity in his dark eyes sent a shiver through her. For a moment, the room fell silent, thick with the tension neither of them could deny. 'He... he's right...' she admitted to herself. 'I... I did need it...'

"Darius, we shouldn't... talk about that here," she whispered before glancing nervously around the empty room, though she knew no one else was there. If anyone suspected anything, her career would be over in an instant, her husband, friends, and family would disown her -- it would be the end of everything she had worked towards.

"Why not?" His voice was soft yet insistent, as he leaned in even closer, causing her nostrils to flare slightly as she inhaled the scent of both his cologne and his natural aroma. It was a masculine smell, and, in that instant, she couldn't deny the intense virility the young man exuded. "No one's around. And I know you enjoyed it too."

Emily felt her resolve weaken. His words. His scent. The memory of the events on Saturday -- the heat, the adrenaline, the fear of being discovered, the intensity of how he had made her feel -- was too vivid to ignore. She closed her eyes briefly, struggling to regain control of both the situation and her emotions as she felt a tickle of warmth starting to grow between her thighs.

"It was a mistake," she whispered, barely able to speak, overwhelmed by the thoughts and feeling rushing through her mind. "We... we shouldn't have... but it's hard to forget."

"Is that what you think it was? It didn't feel like a mistake to me." Darius's dark hand brushed against hers, sending a shiver of excitement and fear through her as she couldn't help but notice the stark contrast in their skin colours. "I can't stop thinking about you, Emily."

The sound of her first name again on his lips made her heart race. She knew this was dangerous, that they were again crossing lines that shouldn't be crossed. Yet the pull between them was undeniable, drawing her closer and closer despite her better judgment. She involuntarily rubbed her nylon-covered thighs together as the flame of arousal inside her continued to grow in intensity.

"We need to be careful..." Emily's voice wavered, but even as she said it, she found herself leaning in, their faces mere inches apart. The air between them crackled with tension, and for a moment, everything else faded away -- the school, the risks, the consequences. All that mattered was the electric connection between them. 'Oh, God... why do I feel this way?' she thought fretfully to herself.

"I know," Darius murmured, his voice low but intense, the words interwoven with meaning and desire. "But I can't stop wanting you."

Before Emily could respond, Darius leaned over, closing the gap between, his lips brushing softly against hers. It was tentative at first, as though testing the waters, but the kiss quickly deepened with intensity. Emily's defences crumbled as her desires for the young teenager finally overwhelmed her, and she kissed him back, her hands instinctively finding his shoulders, pulling him closer. 'Oh... yes...' she said to herself, wanting desperately to feel him, to touch his muscular, dark body.

They sat at the table kissing passionately, lost in the moment, oblivious to the world outside. But even as their kiss intensified, a small voice in the back of Emily's mind screamed incessantly, reminding her of the danger -- the risk of being caught, of being discovered kissing her young teenage student. Eventually she succumbed to the fears in the back of her mind, and she pulled back, breathless, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Darius, please... We can't... not here, not like this," she whispered, shaking her head softly. 'We agreed that we'd be professional here at school and here I am, my arms all over him, kissing him the classroom, risking everything...' she thought angrily to herself.

Darius gazed at her, a mixture of longing and frustration in his expression. He nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation, but the fire in his eyes told her he clearly wasn't ready to let go of what had begun between them. With a jolt, Emily realised that she wasn't either and, with a twinge of fear, she wondered if they'd started something they couldn't control.

"I know... but this isn't over, Emily. Not by a long shot," he said, his Nigerian accent breaking, coming to the fore, an indication of the emotions that were swirling through his teenage mind and body.

She swallowed hard, trying to steady herself, aware of what they were both plunging into. "We need to be smart about this, Darius. Please, we can't let it get out of control."

The young teenager was silent for a moment, his black skin glistening under the fluorescent light above them. She could see he was working on controlling his emotions and she wondered about the swirling, hormone-fuelled thoughts that must have been racing through his mind. "We will be," he replied, his voice firm, "but I can't pretend I don't want this."

Emily was silent for a moment, contemplating her future and the risks that she was taking, that they were both taking. Her career, her family, his scholarship -- all were at risk if they continued down this path. Her voice trembled with emotion as she broke her silence, her dark-blue eyes fixed on his handsome face. "Darius, I... I know this is insane, and I shouldn't even be considering it, but I can't deny what I feel either. I'm willing to risk it... but we have to be so careful. Please... I have too much to lose. We have so much to lose..."

Darius gazed at her, his expression a mixture of concern and determination. The young teenager reached for her hands, squeezing them gently in reassurance. "Emily, I promise you, I'll be discreet. I would never do anything to hurt you or put your family at risk. I care about you too much."

Emily looked up at him, her eyes searching for any trace of doubt or deceit. All she found was sincerity. Her mind raced, darting to thoughts of her daughter, Sophie, and her husband, Jonathan, who was away more often than not. Guilt twisted painfully inside her, but the pull toward Darius was undeniable. He made her feel alive in a way she hadn't in a long time. 'Could we make this work...?' she thought tensely to herself, her mind in overdrive.

"We can't do anything here, at school," she said softly, her voice both pleading and firm. "The risk of someone finding out is too high. We have to keep this -- whatever this is -- completely hidden. No one can suspect anything."

Darius nodded; his expression apparent that he fully understood the weight of her words. She could see he had gained control of his emotions, the expression on his face was what she expected he would display on the football pitch -- utter determination. "You're right," he agreed, resolutely. "We need to be careful, especially here. But when we're not at school... we'll find a way to be together. I'll make sure of it," he assured her, sounding more mature now than his 18 years of age.

Emily sighed, a mixture of relief and anxiety swirling within her as she hoped they would start to regain control of the situation. She knew this was dangerous, but the thrill of it was impossible to ignore. Lately, her life had been on autopilot -- Darius had reignited something in her, something she couldn't push away. 'I know this is wrong,' she thought. 'But, maybe...'

"Most evenings, it's just me and Sophie at home," she said after a moment, biting her bottom lip as she considered the possibilities. "My husband's away a lot, and our nanny helps out with our daughter. We could meet somewhere, away from here, where no one would recognise us."

Darius's eyes lit up with hope, though he remained cautious, clearly aware of how much she was risking. "There's a café in Godalming," he suggested softly, as if testing the waters, seeing how much she would agree to. "Just over the river. It's quiet, and we wouldn't run into anyone from school. We could meet there after work, just to talk... and maybe see where things go from there, ok?"

Emily nodded slowly as she contemplated what he was proposing. Meeting outside of school made the situation feel more manageable, less reckless, though no less thrilling. Godalming, a small town about fifteen minutes from Guildford, close but unlikely that they would run into anyone there that they would know. "I know the place. That could work... And if we're careful, no one would have to know. We'd just be two people getting coffee."

The tension in the room shifted slightly, the earlier anxiety giving way to something more hopeful. They had found a way to navigate the impossible, at least for now. The reality of what they were considering loomed large in her mind, in fact it dominated it; but, in this moment, it felt like a risk worth taking. 'Nobody will know...'

Darius reached out with his hand and gently brushed a strand of chestnut-brown hair from her face with a black finger, his touch tender in a way that she hadn't expected. "We'll take it one step at a time, okay? No pressure, no expectations. Just... us."

Emily closed her eyes briefly, leaning into his touch, savouring the moment, enjoying the sensation of his black finger stroking the soft, pale skin of her face. When she opened them again, a strange mixture of fear and excitement washed over her, as if she were standing on the edge of something life-altering. "Okay," she whispered, making her decision. "Let's start with coffee. But Darius... if at any point this feels too dangerous, we have to stop, ok? We have to think about the consequences."

Darius nodded seriously but his voice was warm and reassuring. "I understand, Emily. I don't want to put you in a position where you have to choose between me and your family. We'll be careful, and we'll stop if it gets too complicated."

They sat there in silence for a moment, the gravity of their situation hanging in the air, yet beneath it, there was a spark, a flame of illicit attraction, that neither could extinguish. Emily gave him a tentative smile. "Alright. Coffee, then. Tomorrow? 5 o'clock?"

Darius returned her smile with one of his own. "Tomorrow. 5 o'clock. I'll be there."

Emily nodded, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She eased her body back in her seat, creating some distance between them, though her body still yearned for his touch. The thought flashed through her mind. 'He felt so good on Saturday... I want to feel that again...' With a struggle, she pushed the memory of the teenager's black arms around her, his dark hands caressing her pale breasts, from her mind. She used all her willpower to concentrate on the work in front of them.

"Let's focus on your essay for now," she said, her voice steadying. "We'll figure out the rest later."

Darius offered her a small, understanding smile, turning his attention to the essay they needed to review, though the tension between them lingered for the remainder of the session. As they worked, both of them knew that something had irreversibly changed between them. There would be no going back to the way things were before.

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It was raining outside the small café in Godalming, a typical autumn's afternoon in Surrey with the grey skies blanketing the small town just to the south of Guildford. The café's warm, amber lighting cast a soft glow on the rustic wooden tables, creating a relaxed atmosphere that felt at odds with both the drizzling rain outside and Emily's increasingly tense mood. She sat at a small table in the back, her posture rigid, her fingers gripping the handle of her coffee cup, her digits cold and sweaty despite the warmth of the ceramic surface.