~Note: This is a story I wrote years ago and for that I apologize for the lack of skill. I just felt as though I needed to post something. Enjoy or despise, I suppose. ♥~
Kya walked into the classroom after school was over, having been told to meet her English teacher, Ms. Larson, then. The room was empty so she took a seat in the chair facing Ms. Larson's desk. As she waited for her to arrive, she ran over in her mind what she possibly could have done to cause this meeting.
The door opened and Ms. Larson entered, shutting the door behind her. She wore her usual attire, a short above-the-knee length black skirt with a light blue button-up blouse. Settling into her desk she turned her sapphire blue eyes toward Kya, and smiled. "So, Kya, do you know why I asked you to meet with me?" Kya squirmed in her seat as she stared into Ms. Larson's beautiful eyes, her smile causing her body to feel warm and tingle everywhere.
"N-n-no, Ms. Larson, I haven't any idea why you called me here today," Kya muttered, feeling her powerful gaze upon her. Ms. Larson stood up and walked over to Kya, standing at her side.
"Well, there's a rumor going around that you have a crush on me, Kya. I've heard it during your third hour class and among the other classes as well. Instead of asking around, I thought I'd go straight to the source and question you about it." Kya's heart pounded so hard she thought it would fly out of her chest.
"Uhm...well..." She felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment and heat, conflicting with her current emotions. She shifted in her chair. "To be honest, Ms. Larson, I do have a bit of a crush on you..." she murmured, letting out the breath she'd been holding. Ms. Larson chuckled, amused my Kya's shy reaction to her question. She moved closer to her, bending so that her face was level with Kya's.
"Well, it seems we have to fix that situation then, don't we, Kya? And, please, call me Hope," she whispered, closing the space between them so that their lips met. Kya started, her heart stopping at the feeling of Hope's lips on hers. She thought back to the many nights she fantasized about her full lips against hers, molding with hers; the feeling of her fingers traveling through her long black hair. The remembrance of those fantasies caused a pool of wetness to gather beneath Kya's skirt. She squeezed her legs firmly together, trying to stop the feeling.
Hope pulled away, much to Kya's disappointment, but reached down to her blouse and began to undo her buttons, Kya's eyes widened, watching every movement of Hope's hands. As she plucked open her blouse, Kya buried her face in Hope's chest. She inhaled, taking in her lilac scent. As Kya's fingers entangled themselves up in Hope's fiery red hair, Hope wrapped her arms around and tugged her closer, pressing her hips into Kya. Kya pulled away, puzzled, as she felt something prodding at her from under Hope's skirt. Lifting her skirt, Hope revealed a large strap-on dildo.