“You’re not supposed to say that!” she exclaimed. “You’re supposed to say that you’re going to miss me.”
I tried not to picture her naked. I tried not to envision her long legs spread wide open as I drove my cock inside her, making her perfect boobs bounce and her face twist in pleasure. I tried to ignore my dick pulsing with lust beneath my desk. But I failed—I failed miserably.
“I shouldn’t say something like that, Miss Powell,” I replied.
“Why not?”
“Because…I am your teacher and you are my student,” I said firmly.
But I’d like to teach you a few things.
“That doesn’t mean you can’t miss me,” she smiled. “I’ll miss you!”
“Okay,” I nodded. “I’ll miss you, Miss Powell.”
“Emily,” she corrected me. “Miss Powell sounds like my mom.”
“Emily,” I replied.
She leaned down on her elbows, giving me an even better view of her cleavage and I felt my dick pump to its full size, pressing against the fly of my pants, screaming to be let loose. It took every ounce of self-control I had to not reach out and take her right there.
Does she know she’s doing this? I thought. She had to—didn’t she? Or was she really that innocent that she had no idea the effects she had on a man.
“Well, I have to get things wrapped up so I can head home, Emily,” I told her as I shuffled some of my papers and closed my laptop. “Is there anything else you need help with?”
“Nope!” she said happily, standing up and stealing the view from me. “That was it. Such a dumb mistake. I hope I don’t make any of those in college.”
“I’m sure you won’t,” I replied. “You’re a good student
, Emily. Probably my best.”
“Aw, that’s nice of you to say,” she blushed.
“I’m not just saying that. It’s true. I shouldn’t tell you that, but it’s the end of your high school years so it doesn’t really matter, but you’re the best student I’ve ever had. You’ll go far in life.”
Thoughts of college freshmen swooning over her filled me with rage. How many bros, athletes and general douchebags would hit on her and which one of them would she finally settle on? If she was still a virgin, and I was pretty sure she was as I’d never seen her with a boyfriend in the halls, which one of them would claim her innocence?
“You’re too sweet, Mr. Cox,” Emily said as she put her notebook back in her bag. “I’ll stop bothering you now.”
“You’re not bothering me,” I told her, unable to disguise a hint of lust in my voice. She caught onto it but pretended she hadn’t.
“Well, have a nice night!” she said as she slung her backpack over her shoulder.
“Fuck,” I muttered to myself as I watched her ass jiggle on her way out. I couldn’t decide which I liked more—the front or the back—and settled on the fact that I didn’t have to prefer either. They were both awesome. She was awesome. She was flawless.
I wanted to strip her down, kiss every inch of her, lick her breasts and suck her nipples, run my tongue up her tight little slit and tease her pussy with my cock before penetrating her and claiming her as mine.
Satisfied that she was gone, I got up and closed the door. My dick was ready to explode, and I was seriously considering lowering the blinds and jerking off so I could make it out of the halls without anyone noticing, but just as I turned around, I heard the door open behind me and turned around to see Emily standing there.
“Emily!” I exclaimed.
“Hey, Mr. Cox. I forgot my sweater—” Her voice cut off and I immediately knew why; she’d seen it. My bulge was impossible to hide and she couldn’t stop her eyes from moving down to it.
Keep it together, Dylan, I told myself. Don’t risk your career.
But when Emily looked back up at me and I saw the look in her eyes, I realized that the battle that had been raging inside me since the day Emily arrived in my classroom had been lost, and she was the victor.
“I—” she started to say, but I moved right in and leaned on the wall so I was almost touching her.