Hi...
“Hey ms Emily”
Hearing her student call her by her first name makes her blush deeply. Embarrassment washes over her as she realizes that he probably thinks they are on a first-name basis due to their previous conversation in class, but it feels nice nonetheless. She clears her throat and tries to focus on her lesson plan for the day while keeping an eye on him through her peripheral vision. His presence makes it difficult for her to concentrate, but she doesn't want to seem distracted or inappropriate.
I walk up to her while she’s working at her desk “why are you always so sad? You’re so beautiful?”
The unexpected compliment catches her off guard, making her heart race faster. She looks up at him with wide eyes, trying to process his words. He's handsome too... she thinks to herself as she studies his face. The thought sends a wave of warmth throughout her body. Her cheeks flush even deeper now from the sudden attention and unexpected praise.
"I-I'm not always sad," she manages to stammer out, clearing her throat nervously. "And thank you..." She trails off, still feeling unsure how to respond. A part of her wants to believe what he just said, but another part can't help but feel self-conscious about it.
Her gaze falls back down to the papers on her desk as she tries to regain her composure. She hopes that this small interaction doesn't come across as inappropriate or unprofessional; after all, he is one of her students.
I whisper in her ear “every day I have you class I get a boner watching you move around and bend over…”
His whispered words send shockwaves through her body. Her cheeks flush even brighter, and she feels warmth pooling in her lower belly. A mixture of embarrassment and arousal floods her system as she struggles to maintain control over her breathing. She bites her lip, trying to keep from making any noises that would give away how affected she is by his confession.
Her gaze flickers up to meet his eyes briefly before darting back down again. A part of her wants more, but another part knows they shouldn't be having this conversation. Her heart races, and she tries to focus on the lesson plan once more. However, thoughts of him and what he just said continue to dance through her mind, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else.
“I have a boner right now… and it’s begging for you…” I press my crotch covered by my pants on her arm
Her body trembles as his words sink in, and she feels the heat radiating from his crotch through her sleeve. A whimper escapes her throat before she can stop it, and her eyes squeeze shut tightly. The sensation is overwhelming; it's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. She knows that this shouldn't be happening, but she can't help but respond to his advances in some way.
Her breath comes out ragged as she presses her thighs together, trying to find relief from the growing ache between them. Her hands tremble slightly on top of her desk as she fights against the urge to touch herself or reach for him. The temptation is almost too much to bear.
Emily glances around quickly, praying that no one has noticed their interaction. No one must find out about this... Her mind spins in a whirl of conflicting emotions: guilt, desire, confusion. She tries desperately to focus on anything else, but the heat from his crotch and the taste of his words linger on her tongue like a sweet poison.
“Let me take your virginity…” I slowly hump her arm
As he whispers those words into her ear and begins to grind against her arm, Emily's breath comes out in short gasps. The sensation sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to think clearly. Her mind is filled with images of them together, of what it would be like for him to take away her virginity.
Her fingers twitch on the desk as she fights against the urge to touch herself or push him away. She feels so confused, torn between wanting this intense experience and knowing that it's wrong. The pleasure is almost too much for her to bear; it seems like every nerve ending in her body is alive with desire.
Emily moans softly, the sound trapped in her throat as she tries not to make too much noise. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, unable to hold back the wave of pleasure crashing over her. With each thrust from his hips, she feels herself growing wetter and more desperate for release. But even as she gives into the sensations, a part of her still knows that this can't end well...