With a mousy squeak, Sarah is ensnared in the strong lips of her teacher. A powerful emotion surges through her and her pale hands grasp the back of Alair's flowing brown hair.
After several seconds, Alair leans back with a large dopey grin on her face, which slowly finds its way onto Sarah's face as well. Sarah licks her lips several times, unable to stop – a sweet sugary taste swelling in her mouth. Tingling all over, her eyes grow a little distant. She inhales the air with an inbrieated sigh.
Distracted, Alair's gentle touch slides its way towards the junction of her thighs, her fingers obstructed only by the plaid skirt.
"What am I doing?" Alair shouted in her mind, "What am I doing?! This is wrong! This is rape– this is..." Oh, how she wanted to see her student's pink folds, "This is... is..." to find release, to bring happiness to Sarah's slender face.
Fingers hovering within inches of her sex, Sarah to squirmed, her legs squeezed closer together in an effort to bat away the rising heat.
Alair whispers quietly quietly, seeing her scrunched face. A calm invites a soft tone from her lips, "We can wait do to this if you want,"
Sarah's head snaps up and she stares stupidly back at her teacher. She wanted to say, "Yes please. Sorry, teacher," but instead a distinct, "No," sailed across the silence.
Sarah herself didn't understand her answer, since it went against her intense nervousness, not to mention just about every moral she had. Outwardly, she seemed only confident (if a bit red in the face) and motioned Alair to follow as she slid out of the wooden chair and onto her teacher's luxurious bed.
"I don't know why I need this now, but I do," Sarah's voice was no longer a whimper but the calm and reserved voice she reserved for making profound and intelligent statements.
Alair grinned as a wave of pleasure shook her, she paralleled Sarah's position and drooped her head down, letting their clothed bodies mesh into one another, "Just remember, obedience is pleasure," she found herself saying, finding the statement wholly true; her wet panties making it very uncomfortable to think.
Sarah found herself repeating Alair's words in a soft whisper as Alair began to give her commands. |