"That's the bell! Remember to turn in your rough draft before class on Monday because I will not be extending the deadline again!"
Ms. Jones's reminder was washed away in the surge of students hurrying out of her classroom, eager to start their weekend. With a sigh, she aligned her stack of papers and started grading the quizzes from earlier. Glancing up, she took note of the last student leaving.
"Finally!" She said under her breath.
Ms. Jones took her phone out of her desk and pulled up a particular email she had received earlier in the day.
"Status: delivered. God, I can't wait to ride this bad boy tonight!"
Ms. Jones smiled as she bit her lower lip. She couldn't help but look at the many display images of the big, rubber cock she had ordered after a lengthy, personal debate.
"It's the first time in years that I've been horny enough for fingers and tit-rubbing to leave me wanting more..." she thought to herself.
Ms. Jones gently caressed her breasts, encircling her nipple with a fingertip, while still focusing on the highlights of her purchase.
"I'll yank my clothes off, get on the bed, slide him in, and just shout, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" over and over until my hips stick straight up in the air!"
Her free hand was reaching towards her crotch when the doorknob turning caught her by surprise. With a small yelp, she quickly locked her phone and put her hands on her desk. Her racing heart was calmed when she saw that the person who had walked in was just her teacher aide, Kenny Thomas. Kenny Thomas was a college kid in his early 20's, slightly above average height and build, and currently the recurring focus of Ms. Jones's late-night fantasies.
"All done with the front office?" Ms. Jones asked, resting her head on her intertwined fingers.
"Yep. Yet again, the power cord just slipped out so there was no need to have me reset all of the computers..." Kenny said in sigh.
"Was it Linda? She always takes the nuclear option," Ms. Jones added.
"Yeah, exactly! Like, check the damn cords first if the printer isn't on!"
Ms. Jones always enjoyed gossiping with Kenny. At first, she was weary of having an assistant but almost immediately grew to enjoy his company after hearing his remarks about the staff she didn't get along with.
"Oh, let me help you with that!" Ms. Jones said as she saw Kenny wiping down the whiteboard.
Ms. Jones joined Kenny before he could interject. As they cleaned the board, her off-balance constantly threw her against him.
"So sorry, 'hun! These are my favorite shoes but damn are they hard to stand in," Ms. Jones said before adjusting the straps on her shoes.
Ms. Jones wasn't the only one with a crush on her coworker, however. Kenny came to a stop as he looked over at her bending over. He looked her up from shoe to bottom, appreciating every aspect of her lower body for the short time he had. The fabric of her jeans stretched as she leaned forward more. Kenny was full-on staring when he noticed the outline of her panties pressed against her pants.
"Fuuuuck, her ass is packed in those pants!" He thought to himself.
"Dammit, Ava! Stop bumping into him! He doesn't want a sweaty teacher all over him!" She thought to herself in embarrassment.
Ms. Jones stood up fast, wanting to finish up cleaning to hide behind the safety of her desk. However, her feet were slow to catch up with her brain and she was now headed head first to the ground.
"Ms. Jones!" Kenny exclaimed as he reached for her.
Luckily, he was able to catch her by both of her arms and pull her up into his. Ms. Jones's mind went blank as she was enveloped by the firm embrace of young stud who had just saved her. She giggled with a goofy smile as she squeezed his arms and nearly fell weak in the knees. Kenny's calls to attention gradually brought her back to earth and she hastily stood back up with some assistance.
"Are you ok? That would have been bad if you smacked your head on the floor," Kenny said with concern.
"F-Fine! I'm fine! It's just I tripped over my own feet!" Ms. Jones said flustered.
Ms. Jones turned her back to straighten out her clothes while Kenny turned around to hide his growing sign of affection. Both him and her quickly wiped the board down then returned to their respective seats to finish up any remaining work for the day. Ms. Jones could barely concentrate on grading, minutely twitching when the intrusive thought of Kenny embracing her again crossed her mind. Soon, she started writhing in her seat.
"So, any plans for the weekend?" Kenny asked her.
"Plans! O-Oh, we'll I maybe had some errands to run," Ms. Jones said, sitting up straight.
"I don't have much either. There's no tests right now, so I'm just stuck at home," Kenny said with a sigh.
Just then, Ms. Jones got a spontaneous idea.
"Uh, hey! You know, since you've helped me out so much, how about I do something nice for you?" Ms. Jones suggested.
"Something nice? Oh, but I don't need a reward! This is part of my schooling, after all," Kenny said, refusing to accept any flattery.
"Nonsense! You've helped me out, the teachers out, and anyone else who's having issues with their computers. Besides, we're friends, right? We could spend a day getting to know each other better!"
Kenny reconsidered Ms. Jones's offer.
"Actually, I'd like that a lot!" He answered.
"Great! How about tomorrow? We could go to the shopping mall, get something eat, go back to my pl--play games at an arcade or something!"
Ms. Jones had a nervous smile as she wondered what Kenny would think about her freudian slip but honestly, he was too happy with the thought of spending time with his crush to pay attention to the suggested itinerary.
"Tomorrow's good for me. Although, we better do stuff in the afternoon since it's supposed to be bad weather in the morning," Kenny said.
"Ah, yes. Very true. Yes. Mmm..." Ms. Jones said, blindly agreeing with anything Kenny said while shoveling her work into her bag.
"Well, we better get home before someone drops in and asks us for help with something. I know Linda stays late on Fridays for office work and there's no telling what else she accidentally knocked out of place," she said while leaving the room.
"Oh, absolutely not!" Kenny said in a rushed tone, cramming his belongings into his backpack while chasing after Ms. Jones.
*****
The door to Ms. Jones's bathroom opened. Steam from a fresh, hot shower poured out into the bedroom as she walked in the midst of it. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she reached over and picked up the package that was delivered earlier in the day. Her heart was racing as she tore the package open, pulling out the dildo she had ordered. Ms. Jones giggled as the toy smacked against her hand after she had dumped it out.
She was in awe as she worked her hands across the entire toy. From the big balls to the thick shaft, it was the first time she had ever had a toy like that and already knew it would leave her wanting more.