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That night, like most Friday nights, Ashleigh Jensen was alone in her apartment. Unlike most Friday nights, she was not feeling sorry for herself and telling herself that she needed to get out more. No, she was a bundle of emotions centering around what had happened in her classroom earlier that day and the young woman who had caused it. Erica Peters, the daughter and 18-year-old version of her ex-mistress had watched her masturbate in her classroom. More than watched, she had been the reason. After teasing her all through class, the dark-haired beauty had caught her with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar and encouraged her to continue.
More than encouraged, she had posed partially naked for the blonde teacher right on her desk. Somehow, she had hit several of Ashleigh's submissive triggers putting the teacher into a vulnerable state. Unbeknownst to Ashleigh, Erica had found security camera footage of a portion of her interaction with Erica's mother earlier in the week and had used what she learned against her.
Ashleigh sat on her couch with her face in her hands playing the afternoon's events in her head over and over. Her blonde hair fell down her back, released from the tight bun she usually wore at school and her shirt was partially unbuttoned to let her body breathe. What scared her was just how turned on she was remembering how her student had played with her even though the two barely touched. Even now it was everything she could do not to touch herself thinking about it.
She stood up, paced around the room once, and sat back down in the same location, her face back in her hands. Why couldn't she put this out of her head? Because it wasn't over, she realized. The young teacher had agreed to tutor Erica and they would be alone in a room together again on Monday. Her body responded by flushing and getting warm, even as her mind filled with all the possibilities both salacious and horrible. One image of Ashleigh between the girl's legs would morph into the principal firing her only to be replaced by one of her tied up on her own desk then a news article with the headline, 'Teacher Caught in Lesbian Affair with Student.'
She leaned back and closed her eyes trying to get her racing thoughts under control. Her mind's eye was immediately filled with Erica's lithe, gorgeous form posing on her desk, one breast peeking out from her white uniform shirt, those long, beautiful legs on display. Then that pretty face looking down at her with Ashleigh's head pulled back by her hair.
Merde! Ashleigh opened her eyes only then realizing that one of her hands was under her skirt and pressing against her button through her drenched panties. Instead of pulling it away, she made small circles. The moan that followed was the only sound in her otherwise empty apartment.
This was her private space and these images were just fantasy, right? Ashleigh always felt like she had a strong separation between fantasy and reality but that boundary seemed a little fuzzy this time. She wasn't just concocting an arousing situation in her head that would never happen, she was playing out what could happen if she let it.
With great effort, the young teacher removed her hand from between her legs and stood up. She needed to find something else to do and get her mind off of her alluring student. Dishes. The dishes needed washing!
The remainder of the weekend was spent going from one chore to the next even as Ashleigh's mind flitted between apprehension and excitement about Monday. By Sunday evening, the blonde woman was exhausted and frustrated with the need her body would not let go of. Her apartment, on the other hand, hadn't been this clean since she moved in.
Her sleep that night was restless. At some point, she had decided just to cancel the tutoring session. Make some excuse about an appointment or some made-up emergency. She just needed more time to figure out how to deal with the situation.
The following morning and early afternoon went by in a haze of normality until Erica stepped into the classroom. Ms. Jensen's heart thumped in her chest as her student's eyes caught hers. For a few moments, everything seemed to slow down, and all the sounds of talking and moving chairs receded into the background. Erica smiled then blinked and looked away.
A single heartbeat later, Ashleigh's world came back into focus and she took a deep breath. She watched the poised and confident brunette cross the room and take her seat like any other day. Ms. Jensen blinked and forced herself to start the class.
"Bonjour, tout le monde," she began.
For Ashleigh, the next hour passed much too quickly. She still hadn't worked out exactly how she was going to duck out of her commitment. Everything she thought to say just sounded phony, which, of course, it was. She reached the end of her lesson and found herself trying to come up with something else to keep the class going.
A hand raised.
"Yes, Paul?" Ms. Jensen acknowledged.
"We're a couple of minutes past time, Ms. Jensen. I'm going to miss my bus if I can't get to the stop in time. May I be excused?"
"Y..yes, of course, sorry everyone. Class dismissed," the teacher announced and immediately turned to erase her whiteboard.
Ashleigh frantically tried to come up with something, anything that she could tell Erica. She was vaguely aware of the last of her students exiting the room and the hall going quiet. Her hand slowly passed the eraser over the board until a voice halted her.
"I thought about you over the weekend," Erica said just loud enough for Ms. Jensen to hear.
The teacher pressed her lips together and closed her eyes trying not to bring back any of the images that had haunted her own mind for the past two days.
"Did you think of me?" the girl continued, the voice quieter but closer.
Ashleigh's fantasies broke through to her consciousness momentarily before she could fight them back. In that time, Erica had approached close behind the blonde teacher. Ms. Jensen felt the breath on her neck first then the lips pressing softly behind her ear just as the young woman's hands rested on her hips. So soft. So warm.
Ms. Jensen's mouth opened but no sound came out as a tongue joined the lips at just the right spot to turn her insides to jelly. Erica's body pressed closer, her breasts insinuating themselves into Ashleigh's back. The teacher could feel her student's nipples even through the shirt. She must not be wearing a bra again. Ashleigh's other hand came up to press against the board trying to steady herself.
"Erica, I can't...," Ms. Jensen started to say that she wouldn't be able to tutor her today.
"Yes, you can," Erica interrupted whispering in her ear and then immediately nibbling on her earlobe.
"N..no, I m..mean that something came up," Ashleigh forced the words out to forestall the moan that almost escaped.
"No, it didn't," Erica answered, her body gently but insistently pushing the young teacher against the board.
The blonde had to turn her head as her chest and cheek touched the cool white surface even as the feeling of the girl's warmth melded with her back. Why was she letting this teenager do this? She knew the answer as soon as it flashed through her head; because the sexy brunette was pressing her buttons as though she knew exactly what to do. Erica was bypassing all her defenses and her body was responding.
The teen's strong, sure hands squeezed her hips, and then one started moving down her leg while the other made its way up her torso. She was vaguely aware of Erica pulling her skirt up and fingers touching the underside of her breast. Ashleigh opened her eyes weakly to see the still open door of her classroom.
"P..please, Erica."
The brunette turned to look in the same direction just as the unmistakably loud clomps of Dr. Leffingwell's size eleven shoes could be heard approaching. In a fraction of a second, Erica moved away and leaned back against the teacher's desk.
Her quick response was not misplaced as the assistant principal came to the door and knocked on the frame.
"May I...," he started then caught sight of Erica. "Oh, Ms. Peters, what are you still doing here?"
"Uh, Ms. Jensen was just showing me..." she hesitated and looked at the blonde woman.
Ashleigh had snapped back to sharp attention after nearly being caught by one of the principals. She turned to her student and huffed.
"Hmph, IR verbs!" she admonished with indignation. "Why do I bother if you're not even going to pay attention?"
