After School Affair

I stayed late in the art room as usual. "Mr. B," as we affectionately called him, had left almost an hour before, telling me to shut out the lights and close the door so it locked when I left. I wasn't supposed to be allowed to stay in the deserted school this late, but since I was a senior that practically lived in the art room anyway, certain exceptions were possible. I was pretty sure the fact that Mr. B loved bantering with me helped, too. His sarcasm verses mine was a tough match.

I was concentrating pretty hard on the sketch I was working on. I inked the picture slowly, working carefully with the French curves and fine tipped markers.

He leaned over my shoulder, startling me. "That's looking good," he said, breaking the silence of the room I had thought I was alone in.

I tilted my head up towards Jack Kane, not Mr. B, slightly. If I tilted farther my lips would have run into those of the photo teacher standing above me. I was staring obviously at his lips as I spoke, now that I had relaxed. I loved teasing Kane. He had wanted me for months. The feeling was mutual. I frequently imagined times when I had seen his muscular body flexed as he pulled his sweater over his head.

I touched the side of his face gently. He closed his eyes, looking like he was about to say something. "You had a stray eyelash," I said when he opened his eyes and mouth, afraid he would protest my touches. He heard my explanation and straightened up fast, probably trying to stop the thoughts that were running through his head. He stood and walked away a few paces to pretend to look at a drawing on the wall.

I studied him carefully. He was tall, solid, with dark hair, tan skin, and dark, laughing eyes. His hands were large and capable. I imagined them covering my body in smooth, deliberate strokes.

I stood and went to stand next to him. He looked down my body quickly, then shifted his eyes even faster up to the drawing.

"This one's good," he said, looking for my agreement on both the change from our flirtations and the drawing.

"Thanks," I said, and he turned to me, surprised, and obviously flustered that he was now continuing the praise vocally that he had started with his eyes.

"This one's yours, too?" he asked. "It's so different from your other pieces."

"Different from the ones you've seen," I responded. "If you saw a few others you would understand where the style fits in."

"Are they around school?" he asked, glad for the conversation to have switched to art.

"No, they're in my bedroom," I mentioned casually, waiting to see his reaction.

"I'd love to see them sometime," he said, then flushed. "I mean, maybe you could bring some in to show me or something sometime," he stuttered.

"Maybe," I said with a knowing smile as he tried to avert his eyes that were stuck to my tight top and short skirt.

Jack was new to the school that year, but had fallen into the pattern quickly. He ate with the other young male teachers in the art room at the "testosterone lunch" as we bystanders liked to call it. But even among the testosterone filled P.E. teachers and other assorted jackasses, he had a shy smile, and I suspected that there was something softer about him that the other guys didn't have.

I looked at the clock across the room. "I didn't realize it was this late," I said. "What are you doing here still? Everyone else must have left forever ago."

"Well, uh, I was just finishing up some work when I saw the light on in here, so I decided to see what was up."

I wondered how long he had stood outside watching me concentrate on my work, oblivious to him on the outside, maybe even rubbing his hardening cock thinking about coming in to join me. I smiled, remembering the time he had taken almost two weeks to inventory the 30 jars of acrylic paint that were stored next to the table where I sat daily during my free period. I chuckled about it, how he would tell me he would be right back if he had to leave, as if we had an appointment and he was delaying me somehow.

"What's so funny?" he asked, once again having to pry his eyes off my body to look me in the eye.

"Nothing," I said, grinning devilishly, spinning around away from him.

Teacher - student conduct disintegrated, and he caught me to spin me back around, tickling my ribs and making me giggle.

We both stopped and just breathed when his hand slid down to where my top had shifted and he touched my bare flesh. Our eyes were locked, paying no attention to the fact that our forbidden embrace was clearly visible to anyone who passed outside the window lined room.

Our faces were close, and I moved so that my lips were a mere half-inch away from his. He could feel my breath mixing with his as I spoke. "Do all of your students get such good treatment, Mr. Kane?" I asked breathily.

He groaned as he kissed me, took my lips crushingly hard. His hand that had been touching only centimeters of skin in a feathery fashion was now generously groping, desperate for more, under my shirt and around my waist. His other hand held me in place until he grabbed my hips and lifted me so that our groins could rub and my legs could squeeze his body. My arms were around his neck, and our lips were now delightfully tangled.

He backed me up against the cabinets so the friction between our bodies would be more intense. His hands were pinching and touching my ass, ripping at my drenched panties. His face was buried in my cleavage, licking and sucking at my chest and neck.

The cabinets were cool against my back. I ripped the buttons off of his checkered blue shirt, nibbling at the muscles that stood out on his body. He almost started to pull away one last time, to preserve morality in the warped societal sense. I let the tip of my tongue trace his clavicles before sinking in his neck . He let out a moan and pulled me closer, his hands moving to my hair and our interlocked bodies supporting me against the wall.

My tongue passed over his lips and teeth, our urges insistently driving us. He lifted me again, pulling my shirt off, and we rubbed our bodies together, our skin touching for anyone in the world to see through the windows near the teacher's parking lot. He kissed my breasts that spilled out of my black pushup bra, sucking and teasing, biting at my flesh as I moaned. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he inhaled the smell of my rising heat and sweat from between my breasts as he reached around to unclasp my bra. The bra fell to the floor, releasing my breasts for him to worship. He took my breast to his mouth hungrily, teasing it as the nipple hardened. He moved next to my other breast, looking surprised and pleased to see the piercing. He started more gently on that one, getting more excited and sucking harder as I let out little cries of pleasure. He pinned my arms above my head on the cabinet behind me and slowly let my feet slide to the floor. He held my hands there as his tongue canvassed every inch of my upper body - my neck, chest, torso, kissing and licking, as I whimpered helplessly with pleasure.

He kissed the bottom of my hourglassy figure and released the grip he had on my hands above my head. I left them up there while he knelt to unzip the short zipper in the back of my skirt and slide it down my legs. Before I stepped out of it, he ran his hands down my legs again, just to touch, and then a final time to slide my panties off. I felt his teeth at my hips, biting as he gripped my bare ass. He kissed my shaved pussy and behind my knee. His lips traveled my body. Neither of us could get enough.

I let my hands drop from above my head to his hair, raking my fingers through it and down his neck. I pushed him back a few inches, then bent to kiss his mouth. I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and to the floor, and as he stood I pushed him into one of the maroon chairs that populated the classrooms of the school. I sat on his lap facing him, wetting the front of his khaki pants with my dampness, drenching him as I grinded against him. Our bare chests rubbed sweetly together and his lips once again found my body. I pulled his head up so my mouth could be the one roaming. I licked his earlobes and bit his neck, then trailed my tongue down his chest to his nipples. They were hard and small, and he was deliciously responsive when I licked them. I flicked each with my tongue until he growled and grabbed my chin hard with his hand. He bit my lips ferociously, our kiss open-mouthed and rough.

I continued grinding on his pants, the fabric sliding back and forth across my engorged clit. I felt his hand slide beneath my body and gasped as his two fingers entered me. He curled them and began to gently rub my sensitive spot while still ravishing my lips and breasts with his mouth. He knew he had me as my breath quickened and he made me cum faster than any high school boy ever could. My insides throbbed as I bounced up and down, fucking his hand, as he moaned along with me. I grabbed him as I screamed, riding out my orgasm slowly. His hand slid out of my body as I kissed him in the slow, mind-numbed way a girl does after having a fantastic orgasm. He cupped my face with his hands, avoiding getting my stickiness in my hair.

I smiled and turned to kiss his wrist, then his palm. I took his index finger into my mouth and began to slowly lick every drop of my fluids off of his fingers. I could see on his face that he wanted to watch the sensuality of the moment, but he gave in to the sensation and closed his eyes and let his head tip back. I felt the swirls of his fingertips on my tongue, and imagined the roughness of my tastebuds making his nerves tingle and his cock stand up, waiting for its turn to meet my tongue. That would come, but first I lavished attention on his hand, dropping kisses on his wrist, palm, and each finger, then taking one or two in my mouth and swirling my tongue around. I felt his cock underneath me, and started rubbing against it as I sucked on his fingers. He groaned loudly and gripped me hard with his other hand. I smiled wickedly and slid off of his lap, unzipping his pants and undoing his belt, the red cotton plaid boxers underneath bursting to free his waiting cock.

I sat naked on the dusty floor, untied his shoes slowly, excruciatingly slowly, grinning at his begging expression while I teased. I tickled the bottoms of his feet as I slid off the brown shoes, then knelt to drag his pants from his body. The curls of hair on his lower body were dark and thick. I kissed the insides of his thighs as I moved towards his hard cock. I kissed his balls then the tip of his cock, then took it into my mouth. His hands immediately found my head, and his eyes once again struggled between watching and experiencing blindly. I could feel how close he was already, felt him holding back, but to not rock his hips rhythmically with me was impossible.

He had been holding back his cries, too, but as I ran my tongue around the head of his cock and then took the entire thing in my mouth, deep into my throat, sucking gently, he let out a loud cry and gripped my head tightly. I let him ride out the sensation for a moment by silently lapping at his dick, but then allowed him to raise me up and guide my head towards him with the tangled grip he had on my hair. I smiled as I approached him, his face passionate and flushed as we tasted each other again. He let his tongue explore my lips sensuously, then stood and made me sit in the chair.

His soft kisses along my legs made my breath quicken as his lips traveled upwards. I wanted him to drink in my wetness that he had created, to taste what he had done to my excited body.

The feeling was unexpected as he moved suddenly to my cunt. He sucked on my bare lips, and ran his tongue around my opening. I could feel him searching for my juices deep inside me, seeking desperately deeper. I craved the feeling, held his head as he had mine, scratching his neck in my fervored bliss. He tested my clit teasingly with his tongue, and when I bucked back against him, he attacked it, kissing and tonguing as he had my mouth.

The wave arose in me with mixed emotions. I wanted this magic prolonged, but I could not wait until I had this man inside me, on top of me, against me. I gave in and let his mouth bring me to ecstasy, then came down with his lips until I shuddered from the sensitivity. He kissed my thighs again and glanced back quickly to the corner of the room where he had inventoried paint. His glance told me that he had been thinking the same thing I had all of those days. I stood and perched on the low counter, and when he stood before me I clasped my arms around his neck. He entered me the way we had both wanted, knowing that the counter was a perfect height for such an meeting. My legs were around him and it soon became what had happened earlier against the cabinets - his body supporting mine as we moved back and forth with each other. I bit his shoulder, but he whispered, "No, I want to hear you, don't hold back," and groaned.

With the next thrust I moaned, crying his name out into his ear. My encouragement made him go faster, pushing higher and harder and faster and deeper. He pulled out of me sharply, and I disappointedly expected that he was about to cum outside of my body. Instead, he grabbed me roughly and turned me around so that I was bent over the counter, my ass in the air. He smacked my ass sharply, once on each cheek, then stuck his face back into my pussy. Within a few licks I was crying out and on the edge of orgasm. He smacked my ass once more, hard, then thrust into my pussy from behind and pounded me, holding my hips and digging his fingers into my flesh, until I screamed as I came. He thrusted a few more hard times along with me as I finished, then buried himself deep inside me and let his head fall down and his lips hum against my back as he poured himself into me.

His teeth grated along my back with each ragged breath we shared, until he stood and slid out of me. He collapsed in a heap onto our pile of clothes on the floor, and dragged me down with him. I sat in his lap, both of us still panting and sighing hard, as he kissed the side of my neck and held me tightly.