asked with a smile.
“Yes,” he said as he looked over at her. “Yes it was.”
She looked him up and down as she lay next to him, holding his softening cock and gently tugging on it. “Because, I think I could have done better,” she said with an impish grin. “After all, you know what you have always told me — it isn’t enough to learn something — the only way you get good is with practice.”
He smiled at her, “Is that so?”
“Yes,” she answered. “And we have all weekend to practice. But first,” she said sheepishly, “we really need to fix the shower.”
Tempting Her Teacher by Candy Young
“Mr. Weston, my pen fell off the desk. Can I leave my seat to get it?” Heather asked softly.
Her teacher had been deliberately focusing on the papers in front of him, but Heather was certain she could get his attention. He growled, looked up and his eyes widened. Heather smiled to herself at the surprise on his face. She had unbuttoned a few extra buttons on her shirt and was leaning forward in her seat, making sure he had a perfect view down the front. She saw his eyes drift down and but almost instantly, he composed himself and forced himself to focus on her eyes.
Round 1, Heather! she thought smugly.
He shook his head in annoyance and answered curtly, “Yes, but that better be the last time it happens. No games today Heather. This is detention and it’s not a place for you to amuse yourself.”
Heather giggled at that. Considering she’d been here the last five days, she was hardly likely to forget where she was, especially since it had become her favorite part of the day. While most people hated coming here, for Heather, this was heaven. She had been mercilessly teasing Mr. Weston all week, driving him absolutely nuts. There was something about messing around with substitute teachers, probably because they hadn’t caught on to her games yet.
She still remembered the first time she had met him. Her shirt had a few too many buttons open and he’d stopped her in the hall to reprimand her for her “inappropriate” uniform. She simply smiled, said “Yes, Mr. Weston,” undid another button, and continued down the hall.
When she found he was going to be the detention teacher, she knew she was going to torture him.
Every afternoon was another game. One time her shirt might be open, another time, her skirt would be too short and sometimes, both at once. Of course, this only happened when the two of them were alone. If someone else was around, Heather’s skirt and shirt were always beyond reproach. At first Mr. Weston had been determined to reprimand her, but he had finally given up, and Heather relished the small victory.
“Thank you, Mr. Weston,” she answered sweetly as she got up and made a show of looking around the room.
Heather smiled a small mischievous smile as she looked him over. She was surprised at just how much he could take. She couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if he were to lose that rigid reserve.
Many times she’d fantasized about what that would be like. During the day she tried to make things as ‘hard’ on him as she could, then she would go home and night and pretend…
“I think it rolled under those shelves,” she said as she got down on her hands and knees, leaning down to look under the bookcase. This wasn’t an accident. She knew the way she looked, her skirt riding up and her legs slightly apart. She’d spent enough time posing in her room to get it just right. She saw him looking over at her on the floor and knew she was it was working.
As she looked back toward the shelves, she stretched down, keeping her ass high in the air. She loved the thought of him watching her as she leaned down on the floor. The best part was teasing him mercilessly and knowing that he wouldn’t do anything about it. Sure, she was “legal” and old enough, but no matter what she did, he was always the very model of rigid control and she was free to drive him crazy.
“I can’t quite reach it,” she complained loudly, turning and giving him a small little smile. For a moment his expression changed, and then, just as quickly, his eyes were back on her ass.
She had never gone this far before and was wondering what he was thinking. She could just see him out of the corner of her eye, watching as her short skirt rode higher and higher. She leaned over a bit more and knew that he was getting an excellent view now, especially considering she wasn’t wearing any panties.
She spread her legs a bit more as she pretended to stretch forward and reach under the bookcase as far as she could. She moaned just a bit and then in the same sultry tone added a breathless, “Oh, god, it’s so close…”
She heard a soft gasp from Mr. Weston and wiggled her ass exposing her bare pussy even more. She felt a thrill knowing that he was watching her, knowing just how much he could see.
Finally, she looked over her shoulder a small little pout on her lips, “I think I may need some help.”
He looked back at the closed door and then back to her. She was bent over in front of him now and she felt his gaze burning on her ass and bare pussy. Just knowing he was staring at her was getting her more and more turned on every minute. His eyes were hungry as they roamed over her and she had never seen him stare at her in quite that way. She was half excited, half nervous and wondered just what he was going to do. Could he really control himself?
“You really want my help, Heather?” he asked, his voice deep and serious.
For a moment, Heather hesitated. Somehow his tone was more serious than she was expecting.
She found her voice and answered softly, “Yes, Mr. Weston.”
“Are you sure?” he asked as he got up from behind his desk and walked over to where she was.
Heather couldn’t help but look up. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the front of his pants. The material across his crotch was pushed out so far that she couldn’t help but wonder how big he was. As she stared, she felt warm wetness slip from between her legs and her stomach began to tingle.
“Yes, Mr. Weston,” she said again.
He walked over to where she was kneeling and took a seat on a chair close to her. His eyes traveled from her ass down her legs to her feet and back again. He was no longer trying to hide it. She knew he was staring directly at her pussy and her stomach clenched with a mix of excitement and apprehension.
She started to lean back onto her heels but before she could get back up, he had his hand on her shoulder, pushing her back down.
“Don’t give up yet, Heather. With a little more effort, I think you just might be able to reach it. You need to finish what you start. Try again.”
“But I think…” she began, but he cut her off.
“You dropped your pen. Go get it,” he said commandingly.
Heather realized what he wanted and obediently returned to all fours in front of him. He took a seat next to her, and she could feel his leg brush against hers. As she moved forward, she felt his hand touch her ass and gasped with surprise.
“You’ll have to look a bit harder than that,” he said as his hand moved a bit lower. Soon she felt his hand slid even further down her back, down to her ass. Everywhere he touched her, she felt like her skin was on fire.
Heather gasped as his fingers slid in between the crack of her ass. She felt his middle finger slide further down until it was nearly touching her sensitive folds.
“Heather,” he said softly, “If you want something, you have to work for it. You aren’t going to get it without more effort. Try harder.”
Obediently, she leaned forward, her arm sliding under the shelves as far as she could reach. The lower her shoulder went to the ground, the higher her ass went into the air. Her breathing was fast and excited as she wondered what he was going to do and how far he’d go.
She didn’t have long to wait.
Slowly, his fingers descended to her soft folds and Heather froze as she felt his fingers dip between her pussy lips. When they found her clit, she took a sharp breath as the sensation rushed through her, down to her toes.
“Any luck?” he asked as his fingers caressed her wet slit. His fingers teased her slowly, running from her clit all the way down to her slick opening. She didn’t answer so he said, “No matter. Keep at it. Stay just like that. I’m
