Sylvia walked in to find James in their apartment. It was a surprise, a pleasant surprise to see him, and a lot safer here than in school.
'Shush! Adele isn't well. I drove her home and put her to bed,' he quietly said.
'What's wrong?' she urgently asked.
'I think it's all the excitement of last night, and the hard work she's put in to get that promotion. A good sleep should see her right,' he reassured her friend.
'I'd better see if she wants anything,' Sylvia said.
'Don't disturb her, she needs rest,' he warned.
Sylvia was worried about Adele being ill, though there was more to it than that. She was also worried what James was doing with her. A student putting a teacher to bed was yet another infringement of the rules. Then she remembered what she did at lunchtime, to put it into perspective. Having sex with a student in her car wasn't just breaking the rules.
Looking at the peacefully sleeping woman reassured her. She had a quick shower, and changed. Back in the kitchen she found him preparing something.
'She was asleep, with a smile on her face,' Sylvia said, looking happier.
'Do you want tea?' he asked.
'That will be nice, oh, you've made it. Mmm, it tastes just right,' she murmured.
'You've changed. That dress looks nice,' James complimented her.
'Thank you, James,' she beamed brightly. 'What did you mean, when you said, you put her to bed?' she hesitantly asked.
'I tucked her in and stroked her hair, until she fell asleep. Then I put her clothes away,' he recounted.
'So that's why her room is tidy. She tells me off for leaving things around the place, but her room is always a mess,' she laughed.
'Well, I guess the shared area needs to be kept organised. So you know who's stuff it is,' he shrugged.
'You're nice, you know that? Thanks for putting Adele to bed, and for sticking up for her,' she said.
She got up from the table, and put her arms around him. Unable to resist, she kissed him, full on, then matched his every move. His arms held her tight, and she felt so wanted it was wonderful.
'Break for air,' she recommended.
He held her bottom in both hands, pulling her against his hard-on.
'I'm guessing you're pleased to see me,' she broadly smiled.
'Sometimes I think you're not so innocent as you make out,' he smiled back.
'I'm a devil when you get me going,' she said, and kissed him again.
'Let's eat first,' he told her.
He didn't tell her he needed time to recover, as he'd fucked her friend before putting her to bed. He was surprised that he could raise anything, let alone enough to be felt through his jeans.
'I might not let you,' she growled.
'Sit down, and I'll cook us something. You want me to keep up my strength don't you?' he teased.
She looked at him as though thinking about it, then pouted. 'All right, I'll be a good girl, and do as I'm told,' she said.
She was trying to look young and innocent, with a finger in her mouth. She lisped upon the finger, and upped the tone of voice. If her students could see her now, they would laugh at her. He put a hand up her dress, to feel her bottom.
'Hey, what are you doing?' she complained.
'Have you changed your panties?' he asked.
'Yes, I did. The others were wet from when a big strong man took advantage of this naughty girl, in the back of a car,' she giggled.
They weren't her panties, and they weren't wet from her sex juices. They were Adele's panties, and Adele's sex juices. He'd screwed Adele, then Sylvia later. Screwing one then the other was becoming a habit. An awesome habit!
'I was just checking. Good girl for changing your panties,' he mocked her.
After eating a quick toasted sandwich, they looked forward to playing around again.
'I'll be a good girl and do the washing up,' Sylvia volunteered.
'I'll wipe,' James said.
He gave her a plate to re-wash.
'Do as you are told, girl,' he quipped.
'Yes, sir, whatever you say, sir,' she played up to him.
'Good, I'll remember that promise in your bedroom,' he grinned.
'Oh, dear! You've tricked me out of my panties yet again!' she teased.
She was enjoying playing at being a girl, to his demanding authority figure. At first he thought she was laughing at him, but a rethink had him understanding what she was doing. She wanted to be his girl, and so he had to be older and a figure of authority.
That understanding gave him an advantage. Why she was doing it was beyond him. Maybe it was because his father was chairman of the schools committee, or simply because he'd screwed her. Either way, he was going to keep her under the thumb, and ride her hard.
'You've been a naughty girl,' he sternly told her.
'Have I, sir,' she said.
Looking closely at the teacher, it was hard to imagine she was a figure of power in her classroom, only a couple of hours ago.
'What did you do at lunchtime today, and don't lie to me, girl,' he heavily demanded.
Sylvia was squirming on the spot, looking undecided. She was unsure about this, yet also wanting to play the game. She would only let a boyfriend have his way with her, after getting to know him. Yet James had taken her on their first date. He needed to be older to be a boyfriend, so it had been very wrong to let him do it to her.
To compensate she was acting younger, and putting him in a position of authority, as if he were older than her. If she had thought about it, it wouldn't have made sense. Adele would have told her off for being stupid. It seemed to work though. It had been a long time since having so much fun.
'I was a naughty girl, sir. I played a naughty game with a big strong man,' she said, choking on the words.
'You'll have to be punished, to make sure you remember what happens to naughty girls,' James sternly spoke.
'Yes, sir,' Sylvia quietly responded.
The look on her face shimmered from fear, through disbelief, to arousal.
She bent over his knee, and squirmed against his cock. It was rock hard now, and pointing into her tummy. He lifted the dress, and slapped a bare cheek. He didn't know what to say in her fantasy game. He'd never had the opportunity, or even thought of spanking a teacher's bare ass.
She squealed quietly, only just remembering her friend was a sleep. A few playful slaps were enough. He slid her off his knee, making her stand before him.
'What have you got to say for yourself, girl?' he firmly asked.
'I'm sorry I was a naughty slut, sir,' she said, trying not to giggle.
'What about your punishment?' he asked.
'Thank you for punishing me, sir, and making me be a good girl,' she said.
She was squirming on the spot from feeling embarrassed, and aroused.
'Come here, girl,' James told her.
She sat on his hard-on, with it feeling like a stick poking her bottom. She fidgeted on it, trying to get it in a more comfortable place.
'What are you doing, naughty girl? Do you want another spanking?' James warned.
'Nooo, sorry, sir,' she replied, exaggerating a girly voice.
He held her tight, and blew in an ear.
'You are a pretty girl, and I love the way you walk, talk, make love, and everything else you do. I'm going to make love to you, till you cum, and cum again. You are mine, and I am yours. We are together and will be together forever,' he whispered.
Adele would have told him not to be so stupid. Sylvia lapped it up. She purred with pleasure. James meant every word, which was why the words were so influential. He was being heavily influenced by his cock, rather than thinking through any of the consequences of commitment. It was easy for an eighteen-year-old to be reckless and irresponsible.
They both giggled, and stumbled to her bedroom. They kissed and fumbled around, pulling each other's clothes off, to kiss revealed bare flesh. They nearly made it to the bed, but settled for the floor. Sylvia pulled him close, squirming pleasurably under his hard muscular body.
He was in no hurry, as he'd expended so much sexual tension already. Having already pleasured two teachers in one day, was an onerous task. He wondered if he'd receive bonus points in class.
He stroked her body, while she ineffectively tried to protect it. He tickled her into helplessness, when she had to admit defeat. He licked his way down her body, finally reaching thighs tightly clamped together. He continued down her legs, licking and stroking all the way to her feet. A hand squeezed a breast, and another stroked her lips.
He felt her legs part. He leant over her, to kiss her mouth, and enter her with his tongue. They duelled awhile, but she didn't put much into it. She was squirming, and wrapping a leg around his. A heavy pulling on his hips was an obvious hint to what was wanted. He was tempted to see how long it would take her to voice that need.
He smoothly moved on top of her. He kept his arms straight, watching her writhe below him. She had her eyes closed, and was lifting her hips, searching him out. He pushed down and moved forward, to rub his cock up her slippery slit. She moaned gratefully. He pushed the head of his cock between outer lips, then inner lips, and touched her clit.
