"I know," she sighed, "I tried my best but it seemed like my dad gave me extra work this week."
"He should know school is first, but under all that you did have plenty of chance to get it done when it was originally due," I said, "You need to take charge of your future. Your 19 years old. Take charge regardless."
"I know. I don't know what else to do," she said with a whimper, "I mean I'll do anything."
"I think that has been the problem all along this year Betsie. You haven't done that," I said.
"What it takes," she said as she raised her hands up in frustration, "You know that I thought about coming in here and offering to sleep with you just to have you sign off on my graduation?"
"Well I uh...that...That's really not the way to get what you need in life," I stuttered.
"I know but I was saying to myself, ok just this once to get the right start in life. Just this once do this," she said.
"Could you live with yourself afterward?" I asked.
"You know I did ask myself that question," she said, "I thought long and hard about it when I went to bed last night. Honestly I said yeah I could. I could do this for my future."
"Well," I stuttered, "I...don't make sacrifices that you will regret."
"It wouldn't be a sacrifice," she admitted with her back turned.
"Betsie," I started then was interrupted.
"Would it work if I offered myself to you?" she asked.
"No," I sighed after a ridiculously stupid pause. "You are a nice girl and I would like to see it stay that way."
"Me too, but as long as it doesn't get me in trouble, the offer is there anyway," she whimpered.
"And for the wrong reason," I smiled nervously. "No. You would think that being a year older than all your classmates would give you a few more smarts."
"Ok whatever then," she whimpered, "I understand. But I'm more than willing."
"But," I smiled, ignoring her last comment. "I am giving you this one last chance so listen very carefully."
"O...ok," she perked up and moved closer to me, "Finally."
"No I am not changing my mind about that," I said with my hand facing forward.
"Sorry. Just wishful thinking," she smirked.
"Get that last damn paper in to me right here by two tomorrow. I don't want any excuses. You will have to work on it several hours but if it is here in my hand by two, you will be graduating with a smile at six,", I snapped.
"Really?" she smiled and wiped her eyes.
"Yeah really, and a good job too, or I'll be putting in the yellow paper instead of the blue one, know what I mean?" I snapped.
"Thank you," she perked up. "I'll go right now and...I'm not going home. I'm going to the library right now."
"Go then and get it done," I said.
I watched as she ran out of my office with a smile. I can't help but be hopeful. But for her to offer what she did to me, I had to stop that idea right now or else hear about her making a habit of it someday. This certainly wasn't going to help my thoughts any because it's hard not being tempted.
The next day - 4 hours before graduation - my office
"Ok Betsie you graduate," I said as I quickly looked over her paper.
"Thank you," I worked hard on it.
"It looks like it," I smiled. "Now go and get with your class."
"Ok," she smiled.
I watched her head for the door with a spring in her step and smiled at her new found enthusiasm and accomplishment. As she disappeared out of my office, I followed. I found her new enthusiasm infectious. I watched as she stopped before she got to the door and seemed to just stand, staring at nothing. Her back is turned to me so I can't see her expression. Wearing her white skirt with white formal top like all of the girls are supposed to wear this year she looks so professional. I thought at that moment maybe she would turn out ok.
But I couldn't help noticing that her skirt is a bit shorter than the specified length. I guess she didn't hear that briefing from the grad coordinator. Suddenly she stretched her arms up in the air and continued walking toward the door. I watched as she reached it, then paused once again with her hand near the knob. But instead of reaching out to turn it, she pressed the lock button in the middle, and reached up to twist the shade closed.
Nervously I backed off a little but still stayed close enough to peek out to see what she is doing. Not even once looking over in my direction, what she did next was unbelievable. Setting down her graduation gown on the desk next to her, she turned sideways to me. I watched as she began to unbutton her white blouse top. Now pulling it out from her skirt, she took it off of her shoulders and set it on top of her gown. In the same fluid motion, she unsnapped the front of her pinkish bra and removed it, fully exposing her small but perky breasts.
I ducked out of the way just as she looked my way. Then I regained my gaze in between two book shelves. Reaching behind her, she unsnapped, then unzipped her skirt, and pulled it down, and stepped out of it, being careful not to let it get dirty on the floor. Now standing there only in light pink panties in the middle of my classroom, she turned to walk toward my little corner office area.
Beginning to sweat I tried to figure out what to do. I know what she wanted. Even an idiot could see it. But is this for real or what? This is crazy and dangerous. But why was I feeling so interested? I watched her stop again, smile, then keep on walking. Not knowing what else to do, I rushed over and sat at my desk seeming oblivious to her advance. I tried to thumb through her essay as I felt her round the corner and into view.
"How does it look?" she asked.
"Fine...fine," I said without looking up.
"How do I look?" she asked.
I sighed, knowing that I would now have to look at her. The question forces me in to it. But what will be my reaction? I am supposed to be in shock and tell her to get her clothes on. But I've already seen it and it's affecting me.
"I um...Dammit Betsie!" I tried to cover. "What are you doing?"
"Walking around in my panties in your classroom," she smiled.
"I know...I know what your doing but why?" I stuttered as I looked away.
"It occurred to me that I got a second chance from you and I want to give something back," she said as she came closer to my desk.
"This is inappropriate Betsie,", I said nervously.
"Very," she giggled as she rounded the side of my desk.
"I'm your teacher," I said softly, feeling the tension.
"I'm your student," she giggled. "So what?"
"So this stuff isn't supposed to happen," I said just as her hand reached out and rested on my shoulder.
"Your right," she sighed. "Everyone else blows me off. They don't say it but I can tell. You were firm but fair with me and..."
"Ah dammit Betsie," I said, "I am 20 years older than you."
"Don't think this is the first time you have gotten me horny just from looking at you and hearing your voice. I get that way in class all the time," she said softly.
"Betsie," I started.
"You can't tell me your not curious," she said as she brushed her exposed leg against the side of mine.
"Curious?", I asked nervously.
"Yeah, about more than one thing," she said as she touched the side of my face. "That one question I know is in your mind. Am I really a redhead?"
"Ah fer...Betsie!" I said as I started to get up, but she seemed to be blocking the way.
"Find out question number 1...come on,", she said as she took my hands.
I looked up at her sweet young face and it's long gaze at me. Her closeness drew out an interest in me that was hard to avoid. Her energy and desire seems to be so contagious. I looked down as she took both of my hands in hers and places them on her hips and inside the band of her panties. She smiles as she guides me to lower them. As we did this, I couldn't help it and I look down as her neatly trimmed and so deliciously red thin patch of hair came in to view. I look her over and remark on her beauty and grace and revel in
the pure rarity of this site. Taking my hand, she smiled at me, then guided it over to her. I felt the tickle of her fiery patch then pulled my hand back. She was quick however, and didn't allow it.
"I'm offering everything to you and no one has to know," she said softly.
"Betsie...this isn't right," I sighed.
"Then stop if you want...pull back," she panted as she rubbed my hand on her thin young hair covered lips.
"I...but," I started as I looked at her.
"You know I thought about taking a chance and not passing the work in, " she smiled. "Then offering myself. I've always been attracted to you. I guess it's a good thing I like a kind professional man."
I sighed and looked into her deep blue eyes. So deep that they seemed like oceans. My hand rested on her inner thigh, and I feel the heat of her young budding womanhood. I try to close my eyes to pull my increasing desire back. She decided to kiss me and it was all over. Just a peck, square on the lips and I felt her breath on my skin.
"Ah damn", I whisper as she pulls back.
"Can I help having feelings for you?", she asked. "No."
"But there are other ways to get to know someone," I sighed as I opened my eyes.
"Later yes, and I want that," she whispered. "But I think we know what we want right now."
"Oh my," I sighed as she hugged me with her naked form.
"Want me to leave, teacher?" she smiled seductively as she began loosening my tie.
"No...yes...both...but...you are so...um, maybe we could have some coffee sometime," I stuttered as I realized that she had started to unbutton my shirt.
"Well yes, later if you still can respect me after what I want right now," she said as she pulled my shirt out from my pants and took it off of me.
She next tried to pull the zipper down on my pants but didn't have much luck. This was like an infection that I couldn't stop. But I was starting to think I didn't want to. As I stood and she quickly unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down I felt a definite draw.
"Hey slow down, what's the rush?" I asked.
"I don't want you to change your mind," she said.
"I don't think I can," I said.
I flinched just a bit as her small soft hand stroked me. It had been a while since I had this kind of touch. It had been over a year. It wasn't possible any longer to ignore the attention I was getting. Being a full foot shorter than me, I looked down at her fiery gaze. I could see in her eyes that this was not about graduating at all. Yes this whole thing isn't appropriate. But she truly desired me, and I had to admit that I felt the same.
I brought my student over to the edge of my desk and she sat up on it. Now even level, I looked into her eyes and kissed her soft lips. Her tongue twisted around mine. I put my arm around her and the other I guided downward. Her breathing seemed to intensify with what she thought was pending. But I stopped, then went to my knees to gaze upon her beauty. Gently running my fingers over the opening, she let out a small moan. I looked up at her and smiled as I spread her open just a bit. Moving my head closer I became dizzy with the intoxicating sight. I had the perception that she had been around by the way she carried herself everyday. But it seemed I was wrong. Reaching out my tongue, I gently touched what I knew is one of the sweetest spots of all.
"Oh my," she trailed off with a happy whimper.
Slowly I cupped my lips around her tasty young spot and sucked on it gently. Occasionally I would flip my tongue over it. With my hand I brushed over the pale soft skin on her legs. It seemed like she would pass out from her heavy breathing, but I know what that means and it just made me more determined. It seemed as if she was too overly excited, or else didn't really have the experience she seemed to have. No one has ever been man enough to give her this intimate pleasure. Just as I smirked with amazement, it happened and nearly gave me a fat lip as her hips jerked upward.
"Uuuhhh!!!" she screamed.
I was amazed at how easy it was for her. Perhaps it was the first time excitement, but I intended to find out for sure. Bucking wildly, I almost lost my balance as I watched her bask in the pleasure I gave her. She settled and tried to speak but couldn't. For some time after I gently caressed her sweetness. A woman should never have to stop with just one orgasm. Even in the worst of times, that is how I feel.
"Oh fuck...oh my," she panted. "I...think I'm gonna pass out."
"Shouldn't use that language in front of your teacher," I smiled.
"Oh.," she panted then smiled. "You'll probably punish me now right?"
"The thought had crossed my mind," I smiled.
"Oh god I hope so...I watched a tape once with that and...well it made me curious.", she grinned as she stood back up.
"Weirdo," I smiled.
"Yeah well," she smiled.
"Your really wet right now," I remarked.
"Take advantage of that," she said as she moved her leg to the side. "I have the same reaction when I'm alone at night thinking of you."
"Oh my," I smiled.
I embraced her, feeling warmth press against me. She had proceeded to remove the rest of my clothing, knowing what she really wanted. With nothing between us I held her tight a moment, just to take in her warmth and scent.
"Please fuck me," she whispered.
"Again with the language," I whispered. "There are better words."
"I know I deserve a spanking," she giggled. "Should I bend over your knee?"
"You have a one track mind," I laughed.
"Bad girl didn't do my schoolwork," she laughed as she slid off the desk.
"Nice girl who pulled it off at the last minute," I smiled.
"Are you talking about my papers or this, sweety?' she grinned.
"The papers," I said. "This is...really happening isn't it?"
"You bet you ass it is," she smiled.
"Oh the language again," I smiled.
"If I keep saying stuff will you put me over you knee?" Betsie grinned.
"I think we need to talk about that...obsession," I said with my hands on my hips.
"Well I'll just do something else with my mouth then," she said as she dropped to her knees quickly.
Betsie started to scrunch forward then put her hands on my hips and pulled them toward her. She reached out her hand clasping it around me, looked up almost as if for approval. Slowly she leaned forward and gently kissed the head. I closed my eyes a second at the gentle nature of her approach. Opening her mouth, she slowly pushed it between her lips. The light touch that I had not had in a long time made me close my eyes a moment, almost as if all of my energies were heading south.
"Ack," she backed off quickly. "Sorry, I almost choked."
"Never this either?" I asked.
"This is a good spot isn't it?" she said, ignoring my question and rubber her fingers underneath, just below the head. "It's like a special spot right?"
"Yeah," I moaned.
Betsie looked up at me as she ran her tongue on the underside in just that place. Her long gaze as she licked the length of my shaft made me want to melt into her. Once again she tried her luck at the whole thing. I watched as she opened her mouth and put it inside. As she did, she closed her eyes and moaned a bit. She seemed to understand her own limitations. Slowly her head bobbed in and out as her little moans escaped. I let out a long gasp of approval. Her hand reached out and rubbed the underside of my sack. Occasionally she would try to put it in further and further, testing herself. I smiled at her and she seemed to understand the unspoken message that any effort was ok. She seemed to enjoy wiggling her tongue just under the head, and so did I.
"Hmm," she panted as she again licked the entire length.
I backed off and looked at her as she met my eyes. She wiped off her face a bit and smiled at my expression. I knew she was looking for approval for some reason. I had to find a way to prove to her that she didn't need to.
"Was that alright?" she asked as she licked my shaft once more.
.
"So Amazing," I smiled.
"Um...how much really comes out when you...you know", she asked, changing her tone. "I mean if you were to um."
"Oh that's a big step," I said.
"I know but I think I want to try. I mean I saw it on the tape and..." Betsie said before I interrupted.
"Forget about the tape," I smiled. "Not this time ok."
"Oh my another time," she smiled brightly.
I had never experienced what she had suggested. I was curious for sure. But it was obvious that after all her posturing and prose walking around these hallowed halls, she was somewhat new at this. It didn't seem appropriate to take that road. Not this time anyway. But I was about to make the next move.
I turned and walked over to my desk and took a condom out of my bag. Because it had been there so long I checked the expiration date. I opened it and turned as I slipped it over myself. Then I went to the corner of the room and sat in the chair without the arms on it. I looked up at her and she didn't yet move. I put up my finger and motioned for her to come over.
"You want me?" she said in a voice filled with deep desire as she walked slowly over.
"Oh yes," I said as I watched her young well figured goodness.
"That's something I do know about," she smiled as she approached.
She walked slowly toward me, making eye contact the whole time. When she reached me, her knees pressed against mine. I took her hand, and gently pulled her forward. Her legs spread apart and she inched onto me, now sitting my legs. Reaching out in front of her she quickly stroked me, then moved forward again. Lifting up, she rubbed it on her wetness then pressed it through herself.
"Oh sweety," she whimpered slightly as she inched around me.
Feeling her tight and so warm young womanhood slowly surround me made me glad I waited around an extra half hour for her. She kissed me once, then moaned gently as she moved her hips slowly up and down.
"Your so warm," I remarked as I put my arms around her.
"For you sweetheart," she panted as she moved her hips.
Betsie gazed into my eyes as the sound of her light moans permeated my ears. She was like nothing I had ever felt before. With the closeness of her body, and the way she squeezed around me, I couldn't think of any place I would rather be. I flexed upward and watched her mouth open wide as her eyes closed. She put her arms around me and held me tight as I felt her insides pulse and tighten around me. I smiled as her release had been one of the most wonderful I had ever seen or felt.
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