She splashed cold water on her face and studied the face that stared back at her in the mirror. Her eyes were bloodshot, her lips dry, lipstick rubbed onto the cheeks, and her black hair ruffled. She recognised the face but not who the person had now become.
She followed the reflection's gaze down and looked at her bare tits. Not too big, not too small, as someone had once told her. She had always loved how supple they were. Now they were red after being slapped and squeezed, her dark nipples erect but sore.
Her gaze shifted down to her torso. Her skin was fair compared to most Indians, but nowhere close to that of her students. There were red marks all over her sides, and she could still feel the heat from the marks on her ass. She had made sure to maintain her figure since high school, doing her best at the gym everyday since her graduation five years ago.
She could not see any lower than her well-groomed patch of pubic hair and she was glad she had an excuse to not think about her pussy. Not after what it had gone through some time ago. She splashed her face again and stepped into the shower.
Kira was a history teacher at a private school, the youngest teacher there, being accepted for a job there right after she got qualified to teach at only twenty-three. She had always joked with her students how a daughter of immigrants had to teach a bunch of white Americans their history.
She started by only teaching freshmen, but had to take over for another teacher who was put to bed-rest after a skiing accident over Christmas, and hence also had to teach the seniors. She rather liked teaching the seniors, as the age difference between the students and her was smaller than that between her and the other teachers, as most of the class had already turned eighteen over the last semester.
Despite her attempts to not attract much attention, the boys in the class always seemed to stare at her ass. She disliked this for more reason than one and tried to her best to not highlight her curves with the clothes she wore.
Her small apartment was very close to the campus and so she was often asked to stay back after hours to help around. Usually she would just have to wait around in the teacher's lounge and be available in case any help was needed for the after-school activities. Sometimes, she would supervise detentions. She didn't mind it at all. She would just let the students talk to each other as long as they made no noise.
This day, she had to supervise two students for a two-hour long detention. Adam and Olivia. They had been a couple for the last two years and had been infamous for causing trouble.
"So, what are you in for today?" asked Kira, as the three of them settled down.
"We were missing from a class," answered Adam with a very obvious undertone of mischief. At 5'10, he was far from the biggest guy in his year, but was known for being the most shredded, whatever that meant.
"Oh, yeah? What were you doing? Nothing too naughty, I hope"
"Nothing like that, Miss Kira." Olivia responded. She encouraged her students to refer to her as that; most had trouble pronouncing her last name. "We were just chatting in by the basketball court and lost track of time."
Olivia was half a foot shorter than her boyfriend, the same height as Kira. Kira regarded at Olivia's figure, a little longer than she should have, and thought they shared the same dimension, though her own boobs were slightly bigger and ass rounder. She was proud that she could still compete with a teenager and beat her.
Though maybe she was being unfair. Both the students were in their uniforms. White shirts and green ties. He wore dark trousers and she wore a knee-high skirt and high socks. Both their blazers were hung on the backs of their chairs. Kira, meanwhile, wore denim jeans and a white top and a light cardigan.
"We were on camera, so they can't say we did something we did not," added Adam and then started a hushed conversation with Olivia. The two of them were no longer interested in speaking with Kira, and so she began marking assignments.
The first hour of the detention was very productive. Kira was able to mark five assignments and the lovebirds were able to chat for sixty minutes.
Most after-school activities had ended by then and soon the hallways became deserted. Once all the rumble outside had died down, the volume of the couple's conversation rose ever so slightly. Kira was about ask them to hush but stopped herself when she heard what they were saying.
"...babe, please. I'm not ready to risk this. Not so soon," whispered Olivia. Her eyes were pleading him to agree.
Kira couldn't help but listen to where the conversation was going.
"You're not listening," Adam retorted as loudly as he could without being loud. "I have needs, okay? I love you enough to not want to cheat on you. You cannot to this much for me?"
"I love you, babe, and I'm so glad you're ready to not cheat on me. But I don't think I'm ready for it yet."
Kira really wanted to know what they were talking about, and sure enough, the next sentence out of Adam's mouth answered it.
"Look, my cock has needs, okay? It needs to feel the inside of a pussy. No rubber between a pussy and my cock. I need to do it raw and I don't care that you're not on the pill. It can be any pussy, as far as my cock is concerned. It doesn't care!"
Kira knew she needed to chime in, so she did. "Listen, Adam. I couldn't help but hear your conversation. Let me tell you one thing. You two seem to have a really good relationship, and to keep it that way, you need to respect her boundaries."
Adam gave Kira a blank stare and before Olivia could add anything, he said, "Oh, yeah? What do you know about my cock and our relationship? Last I heard, you live alone in a small apartment."
"Don't say that, babe. She was just trying to help," said Olivia, trying to defend her teacher.
"It's alright, Olivia," said Kira. "You are young and hormonal. I can understand what you might be thinking, but you should give it time and do it only when both of you are comfortable."
"Is that why you're alone, Miss Kira? You're a stuck-up bitch like her?" retorted Adam.
"Watch your language, mister-" was all Kira could say before being interrupted.
"Yeah, that's right." Adam turned to Olivia and asked, "What if, and just hear me out, what if I raw dog her?"
Kira was bewildered by what she heard, or at least what she thought she heard. Though it was soon confirmed by Olivia.
"Yeah, that could work," said Olivia after a very small moment of thought. "And if you do it now, in front of me, it won't be cheating. You'll have my permission and I'll be able to see what happens."
Kira was now regretting being curious of where the conversation went. It had already become very inappropriate and she was not experienced enough to know how to handle it or what to say.
Adam stood up from his desk and walked up to Kira, followed by Olivia and all Kira could do was look at them with disbelief.
"What say, Miss Kira? My girl doesn't mind."
"I definitely don't."
"What are you talking about?" Kira was barely able to find words to express her disbelief. "Do you realise how inappropriate you are being? You could get expelled for even asking me to do something like that."
"No one would know, Miss Kira," said Olivia. "This room is at the end of the hallway so no one will pass by and the janitors are going to take a while to reach here. No cameras around, unlike the basketball court. Plus, we're all adults here."
"Regardless. I have the responsibility to report this."
"You won't report this," said Adam, smug as ever.
"Why not?"
"She's going to make us do this, isn't she?" said Adam to Olivia.
"Miss Kira, trust us. You will do this and not report a word to anyone. Please don't ask us why."
"Olivia, I would really like to know why. Please, enlighten me."
"Show her the pictures, babe."
Adam opened up a hidden album on his phone and handed it to Kira. She began swiping through the pictures and her face turned from annoyed to shock and disbelief.
"How- how did you get these? Did you click these?"
We were hanging out at the mall," said Adam. "She spotted you with that person and said that you looked happier than usual. We had nothing better to do that day, so we followed you back to your apartment."
"You should consider closing your window when things get hot, especially when you live on the ground floor," added Olivia.
"Why are you doing this?"
"I told you. My cock has needs."
Kira began swiping through photos again. Her face was now red. She remembered that day. It was about two weeks ago and she really was happy. She had made love all night that night, with a woman she met the week prior.
Having been raised in a very conservative house, Kira did not think she was ready to come out of the closet. If people knew that she was a lesbian, her parents would somehow find out and she was not ready to face them. Not yet.
She had been out with very few girls in her college days, had sex with even fewer. During her school days, however, she could not let anyone doubt her sexuality, so had slogged through a very uninteresting date to lose her virginity. It didn't matter to her though. Everyone thought she was straight, and that was more important.
Looking at the pictures, she was hit by what one might almost call nostalgia. The woman wanted to get serious about the relationship, and Kira didn't. These photos captured the last moments of when they were happy, almost euphoric, before they broke up the next morning.
