Nobody Can Resist A Student

"Alright, everybody, time's up. Please put your essays on my desk before you leave, and I look forward to seeing you all next semester."

I glanced furtively at a pair of girls in the front row, two sets of eyes grown wide with panic. It's not that I like making life difficult for people, but rules was rules. If they couldn't finish an essay in an hour and a half, they had no one to blame but themselves.

Still, I tried to remind myself to be lenient when grading those two.

I propped my feet up on the desk as students filed by, their expressions swaying between anxiety and relief with little middle ground. Well, at least the semester was over.

...and after an all too short weekend I would be faced once again with a room full of kids less than one year out of High School. The thought of how many will have finished the required reading almost knotted my stomach.

I was daydreaming, and just about to head back to my office, when the drumming of fingers against my desk woke me up anyway.

My eyes opened into twin pools so clear that for a moment I thought I was looking into the sky. It was only as my eyes began to drift down her body, heedless of what might be appropriate, that I realized it was a girl standing before me.

She wasn't one I spoke with often, but I recognized her as one of the two having difficulties. Her typically short skirt was today nearly nonexistent, and her black shirt was at least two sizes too tight judging by the way they held up her breasts. Or were they really just that firm?

Silently I shook myself, trying to wake myself up. Maybe the day had been longer than it seemed, certainly I wasn't thinking clearly if I was ogling students. Still, it was difficult to tear my eyes away from the creamy exposed thighs beneath the hem of her skirt and so unavoidably close to my eye level.

"I hope I did okay..." the girl tittered, then bit down on her lower lip nervously. I couldn't help but notice what a pale shade her lips were, and how sensuous a mouth. Rembrandt himself could not have painted better.

"Miss... uh... miss?"

"Just 'Mandy'."

"I'm sure you did fine," I said, smiling amiably and straightening in my seat, the better to meet her eyes rather than let her think I was focused on her legs, smooth and pale and going up forever. I was, but there was no reason to let her think it.

With a quick glance, I noticed we were the last two remaining in the room, the other students apparently happy to have escaped. Still Mandy remained frozen, in no hurry to move on, reluctant to let the two stapled scraps of paper drift out of her grasp.

The expression in her eyes hadn't changed, and it suddenly seemed she would remain there forever unless I said something else.

"Let me tell you a secret," I said, leaning in as though I really was about to impart some covert knowledge. "I only look at these things to see if you have a general understanding of the course material. If it sounds like you know what you're talking about, I won't fret about punctuation."

Mandy smiled, but only a little. Still, that small amount of happiness pouring in did wonders to show what a beautiful girl she was. Silently, I hoped she had a young man willing to tell her so.

Suddenly the distraught expression was back, and a faint mistiness that might have been tears.

"My dad won't pay for any class I get a 'C' in. I'm just really..."

Now seemed as good a time as any to stand up. I only meant to pull the pages out of her hands, but the poor girl seemed to think of it as an invitation. Before I could flinch, Mandy's arms were around me, and then I hadn't the heart to push her away.

For minutes on end, she just sobbed. I was less mindful of the wet stain appearing on my shirt than I was of the open door. I didn't need a reputation among the students. Or the other teachers, for that matter. Still, I let her expend her energy however it would get her back on her feet quickest. Young girls could be so emotional.

At the same time, I would be hard pressed to ignore the stirring between my legs. Here I was with my arms wrapped firmly around the kind of dark haired beauty every man dreams about. She was short, athletic and cute, and her tears had the effect of hardening her nipples into little nubs that scraped my chest pleasantly through the material of her shirt.

Letting my hands sit at her hips did no better, as I then became obsessed with their gentle swaying. Her waist was so perfectly suited to hold, it was a strain on my principles not to grip her any tighter.

Finally, she pulled away.

"I'm sorry," she confessed. "I'm always a wreck at the end of the semester, and with everything that's been happening..."

The girl wiped at her eyes, now dripping tears down her cheeks. Somehow, the slight blush made her even lovelier, though I was trying hard not to see it.

I handed her a tissue and took a step back.

"Look, if it means that much to you, I was just heading to my office. I could look over your essay and tally your final grade before you leave here."

The girl brightened immediately, looking up at me as though I had just offered her the world.

"Would you really?"

"I'm not supposed to, but I hate to see you upset."

Suddenly her arms were around me again, in a different way. She squeezed me tight, forcing her chest hard into mine. Was it too hard? I felt my face turn red, now very aware of my erection, which needed Mandy's noticing even less.

"That's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me," she cooed. "Thank you, thank you."

I reached out to push her off of me, the hug feeling somehow less than innocent. I had a sudden mad impulse to reach for her tits, straining at the confines of her shirt. One second was all it took to convince me what a very bad idea that would be, but my hand was still shaking as I pushed her away.

"Shall we go then," I stuttered. "My office is right around the corner."

We walked out the door side by side, and I was still inexplicably nervous someone would see us and say I was behaving inappropriately. It was absurd; there was nothing in my intent or expression that would be dishonest. Still, there was something about this girl...

The door directly across the hall flew open just as we were stepping out, so suddenly I nearly jumped back into the classroom. But it was just a young man of approximately Mandy's age, nearly as red faced as I was and running toward the bathroom as fast as he could. I almost wondered what had happened, before the rest of the student body poured out the door behind him and I forgot all about him.

The hallways became more and more crowded as we walked, the wall of students outside the lunchroom almost impenetrable. It was like walking through a fog. I looked around behind me to see if Mandy was still with me, but could barely distinguish her beneath the sea of faces.

Suddenly a hand reached out to grab my own. Perhaps it was innocent, but my skin went clammy at the touch. This could not be right, but damn it if I didn't wrap my fingers around her hand anyway.

I told myself it was just to keep her from loosing her way, but it felt so good. I kept imagining the slender frame attached to those thin, supple wrists, then trying to dismiss the notion. Her skin was warm, pale, clear... and not meant for me.

I'm too young to be a dirty old man, I thought. Is this how it starts?

In no time we were standing before my office. My name was on the door, and I held the key in my hand. I took a deep breath, Mandy still gripping my hand familiarly. I wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.

Shaking off her hand was more difficult that I'd imagined, especially as she seemed reluctant to release... or was it me? Still, I convinced myself I was not going to allow myself to be so careless again. Who was I to be longing for her touch as though I weren't ten years older than her, and faculty. Who indeed.

She wants you, whispered another voice, that sinister side of my conscience I try to keep down. You've still got it. You're a fine looking man and you haven't been in a room that didn't have books in it for the last two months. What would it hurt if you flirted with her, just a little? What are you afraid of?

If I grumbled unintelligibly, Mandy must have assumed I wasn't talking to her. I didn't even turn around as I pulled the key out of my pocket, trying not to brush my straining cock through the thin material there, pushed the door open and rushed inside.

"Come on in," I growled, more harshly than I meant it.

Now you're sending mixed signals, said the voice, the Hyde to my Jekyll.

(stop it!)

I didn't even turn around as I entered the office, small as it was. There was room enough for an ugly green sofa against the wall that the door opened up on, which faced a desk that appeared to have been made in someone's shop class. In between there was barely enough room for two people to stand a comfortable distance apart, but it had always served my purposes before. The far wall was filled with embedded bookshelves I put to good use, and in the corner a hat-stand.

I tossed the papers onto my desk, already gritty with sweat, and busied myself pulling off my jacket. I didn't want to turn round until my face was at least a semblance of its regular color. At the moment, I wasn't sure that was going to happen.

I didn't turn round, so I didn't see Mandy step into my office and close the door behind her. I didn't see a perfectly manicured nail flick the tiny lock on my doorknob, or a sly, wicked glint in her eye as she crept into the room. I wasn't even aware of her until she was nearly pressed against my back.

My whole body stiffened... in more ways than one. At the first feel of her hands reaching around my waist, brushing across my straining cock almost casually, I drew in a deep breath and held it there. My chest swelled, wondering what would happen next.

Her hot breath kissed at the back of my neck, stirring the small hairs there. A wave of pleasure ran through my entire body from top to bottom. I could feel her tiny, hardened nipples poking through the thin fabric of her top and scraping warmly against my back.

"I just wanted to thank you... for being so nice to me," she sighed. It sounded honest, but something about the way her hand lingered on the inside of my thigh made me wonder. I couldn't see her, but somehow I knew her pink little tongue was pointing out against her lip, straining with concentration on something.

Again, her wrist bumped my groin, harder this time, hard to say it wasn't deliberate. I listened carefully to the pleasant sound of her pulling in a deep breath, and then her soft, sighing voice.

"...I'm sorry... I thought I felt..."

Before I could stop her, Mandy's hands were reaching into my front pockets, her nimble fingers wrapping around my member. Fortunately for me the pockets were deep enough for her to wear them like gloves, and the material was thin enough for me to feel every sensation.

"Oh, my God," she breathed, almost too silently for me to hear if I weren't listening very, very carefully.

I could scarcely breathe. I wondered if I might faint. I knew my prick was long, if not as thick as I might like, but this was the first time in a long while that someone had been impressed with it. For seven years I had been teaching here, and never had I meet a student quite as bold as this. It had saved me, or damned me, if what I thought was about to happen would take place.

Without a word I turned around, preparing in my head some comment I wasn't sure I would actually speak. I should say something here to reassert my authority, I thought, knowing with utter certainty it was the correct thing to do. And yet the dangerous aspect made things even more exciting, and deep down I knew I didn't want it to stop.

As I turned, her hands gracefully drifted out of my pockets as though she had simply chosen to move them herself. Instead, they slid naturally around to the front of my trousers, both now poised over my fly, squeezing ever so gently on the package within.

My mouth opened as she began pulling evenly on the zipper, dragging it down and releasing my cock from my jeans. I don't know what I might have said, but all that came out was a loud "ohh" as she took the head into her mouth and shifted her eyes up to me. I was looking down into those crystal clear eyes kneeling before me as though I were king. The measure of her gratitude made my knees weaken.

Ridiculously, even as I watched her take half the length of my cock into her mouth, I still felt I would say something to end this, as though it had not already gone beyond the point of no return. All I could do, however, was to sigh as she worked the shaft expertly in and out of her mouth, closing her eyes to concentrate fully on her work, and to enjoy the feel.

Suddenly she plunged her lips forward to the base, enveloping my cock in warm wetness that felt like red heat behind my closed eyes. My mouth worked involuntarily, making a pained sound as though I had been hurt, "ahh", in the same way my hands involuntarily gripped her head, meeting in the soft, thick dark hair there. I loved the feel of it against my hands, though not half so much as her tongue swirling around my shaft.

Finally she withdrew, kneeling there breathing heavily for several seconds. She had to catch her breath back after such an exercise, but her eyes could not leave my organ. Indeed, she couldn't seem to stop touching it, and the grunts that came with her rapid breaths seemed more than pleased.

At that moment I found the strength at last to slip my hands beneath her arms, lifting her to her feet. She still stood considerably shorter than I, but I gave it my best effort to look her in the eyes.

I bowed my neck, then to my surprise found her lips on mind. Even more surprisingly, it was I who closed the distance, my hands wrapping around her back as her tongue plunged into my mouth and her hips ground sweetly against mine. I could almost feel her wetness through her thin, short skirt.

One hand flew to her skirt, stoking the inside of her bare, creamy thigh. All at once I realized what I should have known all along, that I would not be able to end this.

Mandy cried out as my finger trailed up her leg. I couldn't be sure if she had really gone without underwear all day, or somehow removed them while I was distracted, but my finger was now rubbing gently up and down the slit between her legs. At the first hint of parting her lips, she pulled her tongue out from my mouth and clenched her tiny, gleaming teeth on the fabric of my shoulder, trying and failing to surpress a groan as her whole body shuddered.

Free now of her invading tongue, my eyes widened comically, victim to too many conflicting emotions, and I forced her a step backwards.

"Mandy, I don't think..."

"...this is..."

"...a good idea," I said, at the same time I felt her knee bend. By the time the words were out of my mouth, we had already tumbled together onto the ugly green sofa in the corner of my office.

There was just enough room on it for her to prop her head up on one arm while her feet kicked the other, her eyes sparkling sinfully as they gazed up into mine. I was kneeling over her, my hands still buried under her skirt. Her firm breasts were heaving furiously, mountains rising and falling within the confines of her tight black tee-shirt. I longed to remove it.

"Feel's alright to me," she tittered, smiling through teeth like tiny white pearls. Again, the wicked glint in her eye made me shudder, either that or the hand that she once again wrapped around my hard shaft. My eyes were fixated on the hard little nubs I had felt earlier, and the large, firm mounds beneath them. This girl was truly amazing.

Finally, she did just what I had been waiting for. Placing her delicate little hands atop her collar, she pinched down and raised her arms, pulling the tight tee-shirt up and over her head. As I suspected, there was nothing underneath, which was just perfect for my designs. Seeing her lying there, her taut stomach and breasts standing out pertly, was nothing short of breathtaking.

She moaned as I took one tiny pointed nipple into my mouth, reaching my right hand up to crush the other one in my grip. My left hand was still gently gliding up her slick slit, the knuckle only now penetrating upward, but I wanted to go slow.

"ohgodohgodohgod," she panted, her back arching playfully beneath her which made her taut stomach muscles stand out even more.

"Oh Fuck!" she groaned, practically shouting it as my finger at once plunged deeply into her love tunnel. For an instant I wondered how much passersby in the hall outside could hear, then decided I no longer cared. Let them think what they would, I was more fixated by the firm, milky white mounds jutting muscularly from beneath my lips.

Then she whimpered, loudly and pleadingly. I obliged, pushing my hand in as deep as it would go, at the same time bringing my thumb up to bear on her clit. Mandy stretched and flexed her hips, closing her eyes with pleasure.

"Stop, stop," I said softly. Her eyes widened at once, wondering what I could possibly have to say now, but the watery blue was met only by my smile and my own eyes looking deeply into her.

"I want to lick you," I grinned, all my inhibitions thrown aside.

Mandy smiled back as I ducked my head down past her waist. Her skirt was short enough I hardly needed to flip it up, but what I saw there astonished me. Her pussy made a thin, beautiful line extending up between her legs, now dripping with moisture, and it was completely bald. Her smooth skin made a little mound at her sex, but there was not a single stub of hair to interrupt my view of her perfect skin.

Without thinking, I quickly dropped my lips to the tantalizing pink nub of her clit, already jutting out from inside her. My lips wrapped around the hard little bit as my tongue teased circles around it, my nostrils breathing in the heavy sex scent wafting up from her juices. It was addictive, and it made my already hard cock seem to stand even straighter.

I felt her fingers twine in the hair at the back of my head, their gentle firmness scratching me pleasantly. Finally I plunged my tongue as far as it would go into her wet snatch. My tongue was coated with her juices, which tasted almost sweet, and also musky, and of raw passion. My tongue retreated, the tip continuing to tickle her nub as she arched beneath me and gasped.

I felt her soft thighs close around the sides of my head. She appeared to be holding her breath now, as I was holding mine. It was a struggle to breathe in with my lips pressed firmly to her vagina, while at the same time all I wanted was more of that heady scent.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!" she squealed as her hips bucked rapidly into me. She was breathing rapidly now, struggling just to catch her breath, but beneath it all I swear I could her whispering to herself "oh fuck me, please fuck me..."

I could take no more of this. In one motion I propped myself up, tugging my already unzipped pants as far down my thighs as they would go. Each hand found a tit, fingers digging in deep to the soft, pliant flesh there as I brought myself smoothly into her pussy.

I expected it would be her who was overwhelmed, but instead it was me. Her pussy was on fire! It was so hot that for a moment all I could do was grit my teeth to keep from shooting my load right into her. I had to remain perfectly still as I focused my mind. This was almost too much.

"Fuck me!" she pleaded, shaking her hips at me so suddenly I almost wasn't prepared for it. Then she whispered more softly, "fuck me! Please! Please... please..."

Her lips were full and pouty, and those watery blue eyes looked up into mine as though only I could give her what she so desperately needed. Without wanting to take my hands off the pleasantly warm tits beneath them, I nevertheless found myself wrapping my arms around the back of her neck and pulling my lips to hers.