Ella soon nodded off, easily falling asleep after orgasming. Mr. Jones did as well. However when his eyes opened Saturday morning he was faced with a dilemma. What was he going to do about his sexy student? The answer should have been straight forward. Stop tutoring her immediately. Apologize for what had happened and hope like hell it ended there.
That would have been the right thing to do, the smart thing to do, in many ways the easiest thing to do. But Paul, like many men, often thought more with his cock than with his brain. Every time an image of Ella entered his mind he couldn't help but get hard. He wanted her, even more so because he knew she wanted him.
She was thirty years his junior, barely legal, but legal nonetheless. A seductive, slutty schoolgirl, with a body so perfectly suited to be fucked in the nastiest ways imaginable, and she would be such an enthusiastic, compliant participant. He was more certain of that than anything, looking back over the past several months and remembering how she dressed, how she spoke to him, how she moved. It was madness, and he would be risking everything, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity to be with Ella. It was worth the risk.
Arriving early at school he prepared for the days' classes, and was going to make arrangements to meet with Ella in his office later to discuss the matter. Unbeknownst to Mr. Jones however, she had determined to talk to him as well, and not wishing to wait, showed up at his door twenty minutes before classes began.
"Good morning Mr. Jones," she said, smiling.
The teacher glanced up, surprised to hear her voice, but not surprised to see her appearance. Once again she was dressed provocatively, this time donning a pair of 'painted on' skin tight blue jeans and a red, sleeveless V-neck t-shirt. She was braless, not uncommon for the little strumpet, Jones noting her nipples jutting into the cotton top.
"Oh, good morning Ella."
"Umm...can I talk to you sir?"
"Yes of course, come in."
She entered, turning to shut the door behind her.
"No dear, leave the door open," Mr. Jones said firmly.
"Uhhh...really?"
"Of course. It's not considered appropriate for a teacher to meet with a student behind closed doors."
How ironic given what I'm planning,
he thought.
"Oh, okay."
He motioned for Ella to sit in a chair across from him.
"Ella, after Friday's session I believe we will need to review our current tutoring situation and make changes going forward."
Mr. Jones looked directly into her eyes, his gaze penetrating. He was not smiling. To Ella he seemed distant, almost cold, not kind and warm like he normally did. She swallowed involuntarily.
"Changes?"
"Yes. I believe we need to determine if we should continue these sessions."
The girl sat there dumbfounded, at a loss for words.
"Well Ella?"
"Well what?"
"I need to know for certain that you wish to continue. Do you want this Ella?"
"Yes," she replied quietly.
"Hmmm, you don't seem very sure. Look me in the eye and tell me if you want it."
A small, barely noticeable smile formed on Ella's lips. She noted the tone of his voice, the way he said, βtell me if you want it,β and the glint in his eyes. He was the one being suggestive now. The student was enjoying her teacher turning the tables on her.
"Yes, I want it sir."
"How much do you want it?"
"I want it so bad sir," she answered, her eyes locked on his.
"That's better young lady. And do you want me to continue as your tutor?"
"Yes sir, I want you."