Classroom Rules

“Class, please put down your pens on the desk,” a woman’s voice says. She stands about 5’8” with long black hair pulled back into a bun. Her pencil skirt and her white tucked-in shirt complement her shape. “Please pass your tests forward up to the front,” she loudly shouts. The class remains quiet as the anticipation builds, each student wondering what their final grade will be in the class. She pulls a book off her desk and opens to chapter six. She begins to read aloud to the class. “This is art,” she continues to say after finishing the chapter. “Does anyone have any thoughts on this subject? How does it make you feel?” she continues to ask.

As a student raises her hand, she calls out, “Yes, Samantha?”

Samantha replies, “I guess I am feeling a little saddened by their love affair.”

“Yes, their love affair ultimately ended in tragedy, and it’s so unfortunate,” she replies and thanks Samantha for participating. “Does anyone else have anything to add?” she asks subtly. “Okay, then, class is dismissed for the day. I will see you back here tomorrow.”

People quickly gather their books and laptops. “Mrs. Thomas,” a voice quietly says from the back of an empty room.

“Yes,” she replies, “how can I help you, Samantha?”

“I was wondering if you could do any type of tutoring after school to help me better understand what you are teaching.”

“What can I help you with?” she asks curiously.

“Well, I just wanted to know your take on what we are currently reading,” Samantha replies.

“Oh, is that so?” she asks. “I thought I had made it pretty evident how I feel in class today,” she replies with a smile.

Feeling a little awkward about asking for help, she continues to say, “I just would really like to maybe have a drink with you sometime,” she admits.

“Oh,” Mrs. Thomas replies, “does this have anything to do with tutoring at all?”

“No, it really doesn’t, I know you are not dating right now and I just wanted to see if you would be interested in going out with me.”

“Well, you know I am not supposed to go out with my students,” Mrs. Thomas replies.

“Oh,” says Samantha, feeling rejected.

“I appreciate the offer,” Mrs. Thomas says with a big smile, “if you weren’t my student I would consider it.” She winks. “Have a good night,” she adds.

Feeling rejected, Samantha gathers her things and heads to the door. “See you tomorrow,” she replies.

Mrs. Thomas says, “I hope so, Samantha.”

The next morning, class resumes at the same time and place. Samantha finds a seat in the classroom located in the front. Feeling a little bummed, she can’t help but to notice Mrs. Thomas’s barely see-through dress. With thoughts of lust consuming her mind, she finds it nearly impossible to concentrate. Wait, she thinks to herself, she did say that if I wasn’t her student she would consider it. Hmm. She smiles a little bit as she watches her teacher walk back and forth, pacing the room as she teaches. Peeking at the lining of her G-string as she walks away, Samantha can only imagine how soft her skin feels. Her flowing hair down her back with the soft curls gently resting off of her shoulder almost becomes too much to bear. As Mrs. Thomas walks back towards her, she makes eye contact and it becomes uncomfortable, almost as if she was feeling something towards Samantha.

Caught in that moment, Mrs. Thomas loses track of what she is saying and dismisses the class for a break. As Samantha stands up to take her break, Mrs. Thomas walks over to her and smiles.

“Hi,” she says as she awkwardly stands in front of her.

“Hi,” Samantha replies.

“I am sorry I may have come across a little hard yesterday. The truth is I am really interested in you. I thought about you all night and I know that this is not right. I am sorry I led you to believe that I wasn’t interested.”

“That’s alright,” says Samantha as she takes a deep breath. “So would you see me for some dinner after work?” Samantha asks.

“Wow, you are quite persistent.” Mrs. Thomas laughs. “Yes, I don’t see that there is anything wrong with dinner. Everyone needs to eat,” she says with a smirk.

“Perfect, then I will see you tonight,” Samantha adds. They discuss meeting at a little Italian restaurant before the class starts to trickle back in.

Mrs. Thomas lightly touches Samantha’s hand and says, “I look forward to seeing you tonight.”

Samantha takes her seat up front in the classroom and watches the time pass.

A few hours pass and class is dismissed. Samantha tells Mrs. Thomas that she will see her tonight and quickly leaves the classroom. Finally arriving at her house, she immediately jumps in the shower and rummages through her closet for something simple to wear. She finds a pair of black pants and a nice button-up shirt; she’s not much for the feminine wear. Imagining what Mrs. Thomas will be wearing is making her wet. She stands in the mirror to fix her short hairstyle and then continues on to brush her teeth. Knowing that she only has 30 minutes to get to her destination, she sets out on her way to the restaurant.

Arriving within 15 minutes, she glances at her watch. “Oh, good, I still have enough time to run across the street and purchase some flowers. I will take one dozen of those long stem red roses,” she tells the man.

“That will be $42.”

“No problem,” she says as she hands him her credit card.

Hoping that Mrs. Thomas will be impressed, she walks back across the street to reserve a romantic booth in the corner.

Waiting anxiously, Mrs. Thomas walks through the door. Looking super sexy, she is wearing a tight little purple cocktail dress. It hugs every curve of her nearly perfect body. Samantha becomes speechless.

“Hi,” says Mrs. Thomas, “you look really nice.”

“Wow,” replies Samantha. “You look absolutely stunning. You take my breath away. These roses are for you.”

“You shouldn’t have,” Mrs. Thomas replies. “These look so expensive.”

“Don’t worry about it; you are worth it. Come this way,” she says as they walk to back to the isolated booth. “After you,” Samantha says as she waits for Mrs. Thomas to sit down in the booth. Samantha climbs into the opposite side so she can stare at Mrs. Thomas all night.

“I have to admit,” Mrs. Thomas says, “I have been attracted to you since the beginning of the year and only found myself wanting to act upon it when the feeling was mutual. I still don’t know if this is such a good idea, but I am willing to take a chance.”

“I am so glad you did. It makes me wish I would have said something sooner, but at least here we are,” she says with a smile.

Mrs. Thomas reaches across the table and grabs Samantha’s hand. “I can’t tell you enough how much I have thought about us being together. Last night I could barely sleep. I had thoughts of how you would taste,” Mrs. Thomas boldly states.

“Umm, wow,” Samantha says, astonished. “I can’t believe you actually said that.”

“Well, I am tired of pretending, and it just took you to make me see that I need to act on my feelings.”

Samantha gets up and slides in the seat next to Mrs. Thomas and gently leans in for a soft kiss on the lips. Both of them, extremely worked up, knew they were in a restaurant and needed to compose themselves. Samantha rubs up and down on Ms. Thomas’s thighs. “They are as smooth as I had anticipated them to be,” she says as she seductively looks into her eyes.

“Good,” Mrs. Thomas says, “I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”

“Oh, you don’t disappoint at all,” Samantha abruptly replies. The waiter comes to the table and asks if they are ready to order. They glance at the menu and agree to share some spaghetti and garlic bread.

“Very well,” the waiter says as he walks away.

Samantha continues to feel Mrs. Thomas’s legs, making her way up higher and higher with each rub. “Don’t tease me,” Mrs. Thomas says as she grabs a hold of Samantha’s hand and places it in between her legs. Feeling the outer layer of her cleanly shaved pussy, Samantha can hardly contain herself. Mrs. Thomas reaches over and whispers in her ear, “I want you to taste it.”

Samantha reaches even further into her dress, reaching for her pussy. Gently spreads her apart and inserts her fingers deep. “Ah, there you go,” Mrs. Thomas says as she moans quietly in Samantha’s ear.

Knowing they are in a restaurant it becomes difficult to contain themselves. Someone walks by to use the restroom located next to them and Samantha quickly removes her fingers. “Taste me,” Mrs. Thomas says.

Samantha places her two fingers in her mouth and moans a little. “I can’t wait to get a hold of you,” she replies. The people who had originally gone to the bathroom have passed by and there is no one left in the bathroom. Samantha whispers in Mrs. Thomas’s ear, “Come with me to the bathroom.” She grabs ahold of her hand and they make their way to the back stall. “Handicapped stall, perfect, plenty of room,” Samantha whispers. She reaches over and pulls Mrs. Thomas’s dress up to her breasts. She quietly spreads her legs apart and stares at her beautiful shaven pussy that is just waiting to be eaten. She slides her fingers back inside Mrs. Thomas and roughly moves her fingers back and forth towards her G-spot.

Mrs. Thomas begins to moan and Samantha places her hand over her mouth. Hoping that they will not be discovered, Samantha knows they don’t have much time. She gets down on her knees and spreads Mrs. Thomas’s pussy apart and begins to tongue fuck her, placing her tongue deep inside and tasting all of her juices. With her other hand, she stimulates Mrs. Thomas’s clit causing her to instantly orgasm.

“Fuck,” Samantha whispers as she wipes her face off onto some toilet paper. “You are so damn hot and wet. Look what you have done to me,” she says. She grabs a hold of Mrs. Thomas’s hand and places it down the front of her pants. “You got me all wet,” she replies.

“Oh, I did,” Mrs. Thomas says as she gathers herself from her orgasm. With her hand firmly planted the front of Samantha’s pants, Mrs. Thomas presses Samantha up against the stall wall. Kissing her with great passion, she slides her fingers inside, curving them ever so gently to reach her G-spot. Moving them rapidly in and out, they are grateful that they have not yet been caught. Mrs. Thomas can feel Samantha’s pussy pulsating on her fingers; she starts to kiss her neck and gives it a little bite.

“Oh my God,” Samantha whispers in her ear as she cums all over her hand. Mrs. Thomas can feel her throbbing pussy lips surrounding her fingers as she quietly relaxes her body. “Mmm,” Samantha says as Mrs. Thomas pulls her hand from her pants. They passionately steal a kiss from one another before someone enters the bathroom.

“Shh,” they both whisper to each other. They wait for the bathroom door stall to close and wash their hands at the sink. Leaving the bathroom, they feel like little school children getting away with something bad. “Oh, look.” They both laugh as their food has been served to them and is waiting at the table.

“Good thing too,” Samantha laughs, “I am starving. I think we both worked up a little appetite.”