Thanks to WAA01 for the edits
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A few hours before the events of the end of the second chapter...
"Jon, could you wait a moment?" Janice asked, once the others of the school's newspaper had left the modular classroom.
"Sure," Jon nodded as he zipped up his bookbag. Seeing how her blue eyes glanced down to the article he had turned in that she had asked him to write when he turned in the first one on Saturday. Watching perplexingly as Janice got up from her seat, walking over to the doors and locking them. "Umm... Mrs..."
"I thought I told you to call me Janice," she said, flashing him a smile when she turned towards him. "You remember what we talked about Saturday?" Janice asked, turning the handle of the blinds so those walking past her classroom wouldn't be able to peer into it. She wasn't about to get caught in what she was about to ask him to do. For three days, three days, his words floated in her head, three days of feeling her pussy growing wet at the idea of what it would be like to be with Jon if it was she that was the subject of his first article. She had kicked her husband out of her bedroom that afternoon, after she got home. She wouldn't hear of word of what he was trying to spout off. Thinking she was so stupid as to believe his cheating didn't mean anything. That it was all a mistake. The only mistake she saw was getting married to his unfaithful ass. A mistake she was soon going to fix. She had already contacted a divorce lawyer to have her draw up the papers. When they were ready, they would be served at his place of work along with the tramp he's been screwing. She had sent the photos of them that her P.I. had taken to the woman's husband. From what she heard, they were going through a rather nasty divorce. It would seem this wasn't the first time his wife had cheated on him.
"Yeah, kind of hard not to," Jon answered with a smile on his lips, watching Janice walk back over to her desk. Noting how her ass pressed against the edge of it as she leaned against the front of it.
"I was wondering if you could do me a favor?" Rolling his tongue in his mouth as Janice slowly pulled up her skirt. Showing him the sexiest pair of red panties he's ever seen. "Will you help me?" Janice asked, in a seductive purr. Noting how his bookbag slipped from his shoulders and landed with a thud on the seat beside him.
"Sure, it would be irresponsible of me to leave a woman in need," Jon said, sinfully. Seeing how her eyes followed him as he walked down the row before coming to stand in front of her. Her small, delicate hands reached out and ran up his chest before her fingers curled around his shirt, pulling him into her. Feeling her left thigh brushing along his right. Those eyes of hers staring up at him hungrily.
"You swear this woman you're seeing truly doesn't mind if we...?"
"She doesn't," Jon nodded.
"Then take off my panties Jon," Janice cooed, feeling his hands running down the side of her chest. "We can't fuck, not here..."
"I understand." Hooking his fingers around the waistband of her underwear, his eyes on hers as he slowly knelt before her watching her stunning pair of legs stepping out of them.
"While we might not be able to fuck, yet I can't stop thinking of what your tongue would feel like on my pussy," Janice spoke, spreading her legs as she retook her seat on her desk. "How does my pussy look to you down there?" she asked, running her fingers through her Christmas-tree style bush. "Is it as pretty as the other two?"
"Mmmhmm," Jon hummed, the sweet scent of her womanhood filled his nostrils.
"Then have a taste," Janice purred, spreading her labia open. The back of her calves pushed him closer; her need to feel his tongue drove her on. A gasp escaped her lips at the touch of that pink muscle. It had been so long since anyone -- namely her husband -- had tasted her sex. "Yes, Jon, right there," she said breathlessly. Running her hand through his very dark -- on the verge of being black -- brown hair. Her sandy blonde hair hung before her as she watched her student -- something she prayed would never happen in her career -- licking her aching cunt. Her thighs snapped closed, trapping Jon's head between them when he curled his tongue in her hot canal. "Jon!" Her scream was muffled by her cupped hand to keep from being detected as she came upon that glorious appendage. Feeling Jon swallowing down her orgasmic juices -- something else her soon-to-be ex-husband never did -- as she rode out her climax on those lips of his.
Her right index finger beckoned him to rise. Using her panties to clean his face when Jon stood between her legs. Gently pulling him down, her tongue rolled in his mouth just to see what she tasted like on his tongue while slyly stuffing her panties into his pocket. She wanted him to know while this was totally unethical on her part, she had no regrets. Also, she wanted him to know that while they couldn't come out and say it; that those who have been lusting after her would never get what Jon will and has gotten from her. So that the two of them would have this secret to hold over all the other lustful men and teenagers.
"Let me get you off," Janice said, in a husky voice. Noting the time, she would just have to write him a pass for his next period while she had the next one free. "I want to taste you, Jon," she uttered in a salacious tone as her hand rubbed along Jon's covered manhood.
"Who am I to stop you?" Jon mused with a cocky smirk, hearing his zipper lowering. Their eyes never leaving each other's as her hand slipped into his pants. Feeling her fingers wrapping around the shaft of his rod before freeing it from his underwear. Seeing Janice softly biting her lower lip as the palm of her hand ran along his heated member. Backing up, his eyes followed the movement of her body when she slid off her desk to kneel before him. Gooseflesh raced along his skin at the feel of her tongue running along the back of his cock. While it wasn't as good as his mother's blowjobs, Jon wasn't complaining. Smiling down at her when her blue eyes peered up at him as he placed his left hand on top of Janice's head. Watching how her cheeks sunk in with every glide of her lips as her head bobbed rapidly along his slick cock. "Janice, I'm going to..." Jon warned, feeling the stirrings in his balls foretelling of his impending eruption. All that did was cause her to work quicker for her prize. Feeling her tongue running over the meatus of his crown once she had drank down all his semen.
Janice smiled warmly up at him while her hand still stroked his deflating cock just so she would be constantly reminded of its feel when she went home that evening. Knowing what she was going to do when her cheating, lying husband got home. She did wonder how he was taking it when she's been masturbating nonstop calling out Jon's name whenever she orgasmed. She hoped it hurt like hell! She knew it did when she got the proof of his infidelity.
"Thank you, Jon," Janice whispered as she hugged him tight once she hand returned his cock and zipped him up. "I really needed to feel that I'm a woman and not some plan B," she said, into his chest.
"Any time, Janice," Jon said softly, rubbing her back.
"Jon!" Janice exclaimed with a giggle as he took hold of her ass.
