Chapter 1: Introduction
"Alice, I don't see you raising your hand."
My mind wandered as soon as Mr. Daniels picked up the eraser, revealing a bicep that seemed to glare through his rolled-up sleeves. Teachers weren't supposed to look like that. The curve of his lips deepened as he called my name in a singsong tone.
"Like I have a chance of answering that," I thought with a sigh, sinking my shoulders beneath my ill-fitting plaid blazer.
I raised my hand and shook my head, trying to dispel the vision of his bulging biceps from my thoughts.
It wasn't my fault that Mr. Daniels had such a distracting presence. He was young, smart, and witty – with a body that made other people's husbands jealous. His piercing dark eyes and sexy stubble didn't help the situation either.
But today, I found myself struggling to understand the French Revolution as I scribbled in my notebook, feeling like a complete moron.
The moment the bell rang, I decided to take action and stay after school. Mr. Daniels leaned against his desk, typing away at his laptop.
"Mr. Daniels?" I began hesitantly, tapping my foot.
"Yes, Alice?" He looked up, a flash of curiosity in his eyes.
"I'm having some trouble understanding the material. Do you mind if I stay after for extra help tonight?"
He smiled.
"Of course, Alice. I'd be happy to help you with anything you need."
The room felt suddenly hot. The words "anything I need" lingered in the air, making my pulse quicken. I cleared my throat, and my eyes immediately went to the door. I couldn't help but worry about someone walking in on us, but Mr. Daniels caught me looking.
"Don't worry, we're all alone here," he assured me, and it wasn't until I heard his words that I realized how tense I'd become.
"Of course, Alice. I'd be happy to help you with anything you need."
The room felt suddenly hot. The words "anything I need" lingered in the air, making my pulse quicken. I cleared my throat, and my eyes immediately went to the door. I couldn't help but worry about someone walking in on us, but Mr. Daniels caught me looking.
"Don't worry, we're all alone here," he assured me, and it wasn't until I heard his words that I realized how tense I'd become.
He slowly approached me, and I could feel the intensity radiating from him. I tried to calm my pounding heart as he hovered over me, his warm breath tickling my ear as he pointed to my notes.
"Shall we start with this one?" he asked.
His hand brushed against mine as he reached for my notebook, sending a surge of excitement through me. The sexual tension between us was palpable, but I tried to focus on the lesson.
Mr. Daniels' hand lingered on mine longer than necessary, and his voice began to slow and deepen as he spoke. I couldn't help but steal glances at him, desperate to avoid eye contact but unable to stop myself.
He raised an eyebrow, smirking as he noticed me looking at him. "Something on your mind, Alice?"
I blurted out suddenly, "Maybe we can do something else to increase my grade?" and began unbuttoning my cardigan.
"F-f-just trying to get my mind back on task," I stuttered, blushing furiously.
Mr. Daniels chuckled and leaned back, resting his hand against his desk. "Give it your best shot, Alice."
His gaze was intense, and I couldn't help but feel like he was testing me, urging me to make a choice.
My hands shook as I continued to work on the questions, but I couldn't help but feel Mr. Daniels' eyes on me. Occasionally, his gaze would drift to my chest or my thighs, which were pressed together in a tight skirt. I suddenly felt exposed, vulnerable.
My heart raced, and I could feel the wetness forming between my legs; the thought of him watching my every move made me ache in ways I couldn’t describe.
Time seemed to slow down. Each movement became purposeful, each glance heavy with desire. I felt like a tigress ready to pounce on her prey, except that prey was my handsome history teacher.
As I passed him a sheet of paper with an answer, his hand lingered on mine for a while. I glanced up, and his eyes were locked on mine.
Unable to contain myself any longer, I threw off my cardigan, tore off my shirt and bra, and threw them aside.
My firm breasts swayed ever so slightly, and Mr. Daniels' gaze dropped down to take in the sight of my creamy skin.
"Alice," he whispered, his voice thick and full of desire. "What are you doing?"
But I was beyond explanation. I tore off my panties, baring my pussy, already sopping wet, and sat on his desk in front of him, spread my legs wide, and pulled up my skirt.
I made sure to look directly at him, challenging him with my gaze.
A low growl rumbled in his throat as he pulled me to the edge of the desk and buried his face in my cunt. His tongue lapped greedily at my slit, savoring my juices. He sucked my clit into his mouth as I moaned and squirmed against him. My breath caught as his tongue snaked inside my pussy, fucking me with rough strokes. The sensation of his beard against my sensitive flesh was divine.
He grabbed my thighs, pulled me closer, and deepened his tongue's exploration. I clutched at his hair, instinctively pushing his face against my cunt as I moaned in pleasure.
He growled, the vibrations making my clit throb with need. He slid his tongue into my dripping hole, tasting me like he couldn't get enough. I writhed beneath him, my back arching, and I felt like I was going to burst from pleasure.
He pushed his fingers inside me, sending waves of pleasure through my body, and I moaned as he touched every spot that made my body twitch.
"Oh God, Mr. Daniels," I gasped, grabbing onto his taut arms. The beads of sweat on his skin felt electric against my fingertips.
"You like that, Alice?" he grumbled, his voice gravelly with desire. "You like how I fuck you?"
"Yes," I cried, my voice shaking.
Suddenly, in walked Ms. Clara, holding a stack of books. "Daniels?" She probed, questioning. Then she smiled. "So, is this a punishment, or is she doing this for a grade?" Ms. Clara asked with a raised eyebrow.
My cheeks burned, and I was about to bury my face in my hands when Mr. Daniels glanced at Ms. Clara and smirked.
"A grade," he offered. "Nonsense," Ms. Clara said as she walked towards us. "YOU should be enjoying this, not her. She grinned naughtily. "Would you like some help?" she smirked.
"Okay, then," Mr. Daniels agreed. Ms. Clara poked her head out of the door and called "Lauren? Come here?" A petite girl with a sizable chest, poking out from her uniform walked into the room. Ms. Clara closed and locked the door behind her, then blocked the window.
"Lauren here also wanted to improve her grade. I was just going to give her some work," she smirked, "But this will be more fun." She sauntered over to me and held out her hand. "Your skirt, Alice," she instructed, "Hand it over." With a trembling hand, I lifted my thigh and unzipped my skirt, letting it slip to the floor around my ankles. Ms. Clara whistled as she appraised my body, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable in just my lacy lingerie.
I watched with wide eyes as Ms. Clara turned to Lauren, grasping the hem of her innocent white blouse and tugging it upwards to reveal her perfectly round breasts, straining against the fabric of a red lacy bra.
"Huh?" I blinked, utterly confused with her sudden involvement.
"Give it to me, Alice," she repeated. "We all want to enjoy this."
Her words seemed strange, but I did not resist. I slipped off the skirt and passed it to her. Ms. Clara chuckled as she examined my bare, wet pussy.
"Impressive," she said approvingly, then tossed my skirt to Lauren. "Why don't you come here and taste this goodness?"
I stared at her in wild disbelief.