Mr James was marking homework in his classroom, sitting in the last of the days sunlight streaming in past the blinds, when there was a knock at the door. He turned and saw the smiling face of one of his students through the glass.
"Come in."
The girl came bounding in, her backpack slung haphazardly over one shoulder. Mr James put down his pen and swivelled his chair to face her. He noticed that her skirt was rolled up too high and her hair wasn't tied up but he decided not to comment as the school day was already over.
"You're here late, Marie. I thought that everyone would have gone home by now. What is it you wanted to talk about?"
"Oh yeah, I was in the ICT room checking my university applications before I go home. I was just wondering Mr James if you could help me go through some of the Spanish in my exercise book? I'm feeling kind of nervous about the exams."
"Okay Marie. First, would you mind cleaning the whiteboard for me? Let me just finish marking this piece of homework and I'll be right with you." he said with a smile.
"Sure." she slung her back onto the floor, grabbed an eraser and started wiping the board, standing on her tiptoes to reach the top.
He glanced at her standing on her tip toes and was struck suddenly as he realised she wasn't wearing any panties, as his eyes trailed along her smooth thighs he could clearly see the curve of her ass and just the smallest hint of her smoothly shaved slit. He tore his eyes away from her, his cock twitching in his pants. As inappropriate as it was there was no way he could say anything to her about wearing panties to school. Mr James found it hard to concentrate on marking the homework, he thought about Marie, she was one of the most beautiful girls of his acquaintance but she didn't always seem to be aware of it, she wasn't friends with the other popular girls in the class, she had always been more of a tomboy and actually paid attention in his classes.
He looked over at her again, she was standing normally now, he couldn't see up her skirt, but he looked at her illuminated by the fading sunlight, brown hair falling down her shoulders in waves, her skin had a warm golden glow to it. He turned back to his books and tried to steer his thoughts away from his student, he had a duty of responsibility and he could not allow himself to indulge in thoughts of her young supple body near his.
Marie put down the eraser and walked over to his desk.
"I finished."
"Okay great, thank you. Now why don't you show me what you need help with."
She opened her backpack and rummaged around, she pulled out an exercise book and flicked it open, placing it on his desk.
"Okay so, I'm having trouble with this bit here and here." she said pointing to the book as she leaned over the desk beside him.
He began explaining the material to her but she was only half paying attention, the truth was she fancied Mr James and being so close to his body, smelling his cologne and being all alone with him was driving her crazy. She looked at him and wondered how old he was, he could be in his late twenties but he could be in his late thirties too, it was hard to tell and it was rude to ask. He looked Spanish, he had dark hair and tanned skin but she wasn't sure if he was. Marie had thought that he had brown eyes but now seeing him so close in the light she realised that they were flecked with green and gold. He looked like he had a nice body, but again it was hard to tell because he was always wearing a suit, but he had strong forearms she could see that now with his rolled up sleeves. Her friends had told her it was silly to fancy a teacher this much, yeah he's hot but nothing is ever gonna happen.
Well she wanted to make something happen.
Marie moved closer to him so they were shoulder to shoulder, she squeezed her breasts together hoping that he'd look at her.
He looked at her chest, but looked away quickly and back at the book, continuing to explain to her.
"Does that make more sense now, Marie?" he asked, keenly aware of her closeness. Her hair was spilling onto the desk and he could smell her cocoa butter skin and vanilla, it was intoxicating.
"Yeah, that makes much more sense." she smiled at him.
"Is there anything else you wanted, Marie?" he asked, hoping to get home and deal with his wicked thoughts and growing erection.
"I just wanted to say how much I've enjoyed your classes, you've been a really big help to me Mr James, you're my favourite teacher." she said blushing slightly.
"Oh Marie, thank you. That means a lot to me, I'm glad to know my classes make a difference to someone." he said with a chuckle, slightly embarrassed.
"I was wondering if I could write to you, after I've gone off to uni. You know, to let you know how it's going, maybe if I need some advice or someone to give references for me?"
"Of course, you'd be very welcome." he grabbed a yellow post it note and scribbled on it. " This is my address, you can write to me whenever you want. Don't forget to send a card." he said jokingly.
Marie took the post it note from his hand and with a deep breath wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tight, breathing him in. For a second he was stunned at this display of affection and enjoyed the feeling of her breasts pressed against him, panicking slightly, Mr James pulled her off of him.
"Marie, I don't know if that's appropriate." he said, hoping that no one would have been walking past the classroom this late in the day wondering why a female student would be alone with him and giving him a hug.
She looked down at her feet and burst into tears.
"Oh Marie, don't cry, don't be upset, it's just inappropriate, it's not your fault, there are just rules about how I have to act with students." he said, lifting up her chin and wiping her tears.
"B-but I like you. Don't you like me too?" she whimpered.
"Of course I do. Hey, you want to know a secret?" he said looking into her bright eyes.
"Mmhmm."
"You're my favourite student." he said as he leaned down and smiled.
She's just a girl, just a girl about to go out into the world, who's full of questions and is still unsure of herself. Bugger the rules.
Feeling compelled by a sense of protectiveness he took her into his arms and held her, rubbing circles on her back. She wrapped her arms around him, and pressed herself against him as tears spilled onto his shoulder, she smiled wickedly as she felt his hard strong body against hers. Everything was going according to plan.
He froze. He could feel her rubbing a hand over his cock. She wrapped her hand around it and gently stroked it up and down.
"What are you doing?" he breathed, she still had her other arm wrapped around his waist, he couldn't help but react to her touch, his cock swelling in her hand, but his brain was telling him to stop her.
