| Straight: Student and Teacher: Kitty Part 2: Mr Connors (1/13) |
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Rick Connors watched her walk out of his office on shaky legs. He sat on the edge of his desk, one leg crossed over the other and this arms folded over his chest. He very nearly caved in, nearly lost his resolve to torture her as she had tortured him all term, nearly called her back into his office. Dear god! He wanted her. Her tight young body sent his blood racing through his veins, the smell of her, he shivered, the taste of her, sweet Jesus it was enough to send any man crazy. He wanted to bury himself inside her willing body, to lose himself in her kiss, but he had resolved, while watching her pick up her fallen pencils, to make her wait as she had made him wait. He could feel the words on the tip of his tongue, ready to call out to her. He drove his thumb into the soft underside of his opposite arm; the pain was an effective deterrent. The door swung closed on its hinged arm and Rick breathed a sigh of relief. Never in his whole life had he been so tempted. Oh he’d had plenty of girls throw themselves at him over the years, most of them beautiful and young, nubile and very eager, but they failed to excite him. He often laughed to himself at their attempts at seducing him, though he treated them kindly when he refused and sent them on their way. Kit on the other hand, was a whole other matter. Her small sensuous frame, well proportioned, firm and young, her features and the effortless grace in which she moved through life certainly attracted him. But it was her mind that did it for him. She was far more intelligent than she gave herself credit for, always keeping quiet to the back of the room, always understating her knowledge. It seemed a shame but she was happy in herself to do it and who was he to say otherwise. Her self-confidence drew him like a magnet, and the sheer audacity she displayed by leaving him all those notes, Rick shivered again, the aching in his groin enough to make him groan. Rick unfolded his arms and made to rise from his desk, as he did his hand fell on the little cardboard box that was beside him. He looked at it wonderingly, having forgotten it was there. Slowly he raised the lid peering inside and then lightly stroked the small bits of paper there. He shuddered and broke out in a cold sweat. How he ached to play out each and every explicit want written on these little bits of paper. Quickly, he closed the lid and grabbed the box. Walking around his desk he stashed it in his satchel. Then, falling into in his chair he leant back, interlacing his fingers behind his head and stared at the ceiling. He willed his erection to subside but after the brief encounter here in his office it didn’t look like it was going to work. Rick ran his hands down his chest and into his lap; slowly he began to stroke himself through his shorts. Closing his eyes he played out this afternoons scene of spanking and teasing Kit. Almost with reluctance he unzipped his shorts, freeing his engorged penis from its confines. He would have preferred to wait for lunchtime tomorrow himself, but he didn’t think he’d be able to walk properly if he didn’t do something about his erection, and he still needed to get to |
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*breathless again*
