School started on Wednesday. It was now Thursday, the second day back from summer break. Samantha wore a black dress shirt tucked into matching dress pants. Today was going to be different, Samantha vowed. Nothing was going to get under her skin. She wasn't going to let her libido or her fantasies get the best of her. She was a teacher and teaching was what she was going to do!
All day Samantha's classes went accordingly. She taught her students about math and issued homework despite her students' protests. When lunch came around, Samantha went down to the cafeteria and bought the day's main lunch—mini corn dogs and fries. She took the food back to her room and ate in peace. When she finished, she needed to use the restroom. She paused before entering the bathroom as she remembered what had happened the day before. She peaked around the wall and noticed that the bathroom was empty. She sighed and smiled. She did her business, washed her hands, and returned to her classroom. The bell rang and her sixth hour class started. It was the same routine as her other classes and afterwards it was time for her last class of the day.
As the room filled with girls, everyone took their seats. The bell rang and then the last girl walked in: April O'Rory. She was wearing a tight, beige shirt that perfectly fit her large breasts and a red skirt that looked to be too short for the school dress code. She wore white, knee-high socks and red sneakers that matched her skirt. Her red hair was pulled back in a ponytail with a few loose strands hanging down the side of her face and her lips were glossy with the same bright, red lipstick as yesterday. April smirked and winked at Samantha.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Jones. I didn't mean to be late. I can stay after class if you need me to?" With her thin eyebrow ever-so-slightly cocked, her teeth sank into her plump, lower lip, getting red lipstick on her white teeth.
Samantha swallowed hard. Her heart fluttered and she took a moment to compose herself. "Uh, no. It's okay. Just be sure and be on time tomorrow."
"And if I'm not?"
Samantha kept her eyes glued to April. She crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs. Though her core was burning with desire to pin April down and kiss the lipstick from her lips, Samantha managed to answer in a stern voice. "Well, then, I'll have to mark you up for attendance." It wasn't a total lie. That was the protocol for students being late without a viable excuse. She managed to rip her gaze away from April. Samantha stood up and addressed the class. "Okay, let's get started."
The class went on as expected. Samantha started her first lesson and by the end of class she felt she had done her job appropriately. She only found herself gazing at April three times throughout the class period. Samantha issued homework and just like all of the other classes, the girls groaned. Samantha smiled a bit at their dismay and when the bell rang the girls got up and left. Samantha was proud of herself for overcoming her desire for April. She sat back in her chair and looked out at the desks and noticed a piece of paper on the last desk closest to the door.
A lump formed in Samantha's throat. Her fingers curled and she sat up. She walked to the desk and picked up the piece of paper. Just like yesterday, it was folded. Samantha's hands trembled. What could it be this time? She slowly opened it and was relieved to not find a picture inside. However, there was a message written instead.
'I hope you enjoyed my little drawing. I saw you peek around the bathroom wall during lunch yesterday. I know it's probably inappropriate of me to be flirting with you, but you're just so gorgeous. I told my girlfriend about you last night after I finished going down on her. She was the one in the bathroom with me. Her name is Emilia. Don't worry about her, she's taking Calculus this year. Also, she leaves school early, after lunch. What she doesn't know won't hurt her. I've been told that I make for a delicious dessert. ;) -Love, April'
Samantha's whole body trembled. Her groin was on fire and she desperately wanted to relieve herself. She closed her classroom door and locked it. She went back to her desk and opened up a drawer. Inside was April's drawing from yesterday. She unfolded it to see the drawing of herself sucking April's nipple. She unfastened the button at her pants and pulled them down, kicking off her shoes and removing her pants. She plunged her hand in her panties and began frisking herself as she stared at both notes and imagined that April was the one fingering her. It wasn't long before her panties were soaking wet and she was groaning from the orgasm that surged through her.
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The following day was Friday. Just like all of her students, Samantha was ready for the weekend. She didn't necessarily have plans, but the first two days of school had left her stressed. She didn't start this new job so that she could fantasize about having sex with her students. That was supposed to be all behind her. She wanted to start anew! The irony was that she had been accepted to teach at this all-girl school. It was the ultimate way to test her self-control… or so she figured.
All day had gone great. Samantha hadn't issued any homework for the weekend as she liked giving her students the weekends off. She figured they probably had enough homework from their other classes anyway.
When seventh period Pre-Calculus rolled around, Samantha braced herself.
This is it
, she thought.
Make it through this last class and you're free for the weekend.
One-by-one the desks filled up. They were all occupied except for that last desk closest to the door. The bell rang and April was missing. Maybe she wasn't here today?
"I'm here! Sorry, I'm late!" April ran into the classroom holding her textbook and notebook. Samantha's eyes widened and her lips parted as she noticed the two-pointed tips poking out from April's pink shirt. "Bathroom," she huffed, "you know how it is." April sat down placing her items on her desk. Her face was flushed; her cheeks nearly matched her shirt. Catching her breath, she said, "Please, don't mark me up."
Samantha was too busy staring at April's chest. Her nipples were huge under her shirt. Her mouth watered and her pulse quickened. There was a burning hot fire between her thighs and Samantha wasn't sure how she was going to make it through the next fifty minutes of class without first putting out that fire. When she finally came to, the class was shouting her name.
"Ms. Jones!!" The class all said together. Well, all of the class except for April who was gazing at Samantha, her pink blush turning red.
Samantha shook her head. "Uh, w-what?"
"Class started…" said one of the girls.
Lauren
, Samantha thought to herself.
No, Bailey. Wait, is it Lauren?
She looked back to April. April tucked a strand of red hair behind her pierced ear and smiled at Samantha. Samantha noticed her own warm, rosy red blush fill her cheeks.
Class. Teach!
Samantha stood up and did her best to ignore the feeling between her thighs. She was wearing a skirt today and it would be so easy to slip out of class and tell her students that she had to take a bathroom break just so she could relieve herself. However, Samantha focused on her teaching and did her best to ignore April and the aching need boiling between her thighs. Whenever she caught herself glancing at April, she quickly looked away without acknowledging the young woman. Halfway through class and the boiling heat between her thighs subsided and Samantha let out a long sigh. She grinned to herself at overcoming her desire and by the time class came to an end, the girls were relieved to learn that they didn't have homework.
The bell rang and the girls picked up their items and left the room, all except one. The girl made her way to Samantha and placed her textbook and notebook on Samantha's desk. "I was wondering if you could explain something for me?"
The girl was Lauren. Or was it Bailey? Samantha smiled up at the young woman. "I'm sure I can. What do you need help with?" The girl opened up her textbook and her notebook. This was Samantha's chance.
