A Weekend with My Teacher

The wind howled outside as Scarlett shivered and cuddled closer into the wool blanket. Ms. Lavella, her Social Studies teacher, busied herself with stacking more wood in the burning fire. The light played and shifted on Ms. Lavella’s beautifully intense curves, her big ass pushing against her black slacks. Scarlett blushed and looked away, but not before her teacher had turned around and caught her looking.

“What are you looking at, Scarlett?” Ms. Lavella teased as she sat next to her on the couch, closer than expected.

“Nothing,” Scarlet was an old high school senior, having been held back in middle school, making her almost 19 before graduating, but being around her teacher made her feel embarrassed still, a bit like a chastised younger student.

“I know you’re enjoying the view just like you do in class,” Ms. Lavella leaned closer, her arm around Scarlett, before dipping down and brushing her lips against Scarlett’s neck.

“Yes,” Scarlett gulped, “What are you doing, Ms. Lavella?”

“Call me Gracie,” she whispered against Scarlett’s neck, coaxing goosebumps to break out across Scarlett’s skin.

“What are you doing, Gracie?” Scarlett felt her teacher’s hand move up and down her back while her other hand began to flutter across Scarlett’s chest. Gracie smiled as she paid special attention to Scarlett’s nipples. Scarlett crossed her legs and tried to push the wetness she was feeling on her inner thighs back up into herself.

“Do you not like this special attention?” Gracie purred in response, her fingers lingering on Scarlett’s hardened nipples as she began to suck on Scarlett’s neck.

“No,” Scarlett began, hardly able to believe that this was actually happening, “No, I do like it.”

“I like it too,” Gracie smiled, leaning in and kissing Scarlett’s lips softly. At the feeling of this sensation, Scarlett’s desire began to pulse more intensely, her nipples pushing against the rough fabric of her sweater and her pussy becoming wetter. The two pulled away, both of their lips wet, and Scarlett couldn’t help but grin.

“I had a feeling for a long time that you wanted my attention,” Gracie looked over her student, almost 20 years her junior, and continued, “The way you would stay after class, lean over my desk,” she pinched Scarlett’s left nipple as she said this, eliciting a moan from Scarlett, “The way you would constantly flirt with me. It drove me wild. You still drive me wild, Scarlett.”

Gracie leaned back over and the two met for a second, more passionate kiss. Gracie pushed her tongue into Scarlett’s mouth, enjoying the warmth in the small space. She continued to pinch and play with Scarlett’s nipple, her hand moving from the fabric to underneath Scarlett’s shirt. A thunder clap hit as Gracie began working her way up her student’s sweater, feeling her soft skin, unburdened by wrinkles and age like Gracie’s was, until she felt the mound of Scarlett’s breast under her hand. Scarlett pushed into Gracie’s mouth in response, their tongues wrestling and wrapping around each other as Gracie explored Scarlett’s surprisingly large breasts.

Squeezing Scarlett’s breast intensely, Gracie pulled away from their making out and watched Scarlett’s expression as she massaged her breast. Scarlett’s face, slightly tinged with the blush that she had almost all the time around her teacher, was angelic looking. Her eyes were closed, lips wet and slightly parted, as she enjoyed the sensation of being groped by a teacher she had desired for so long.

“And once you asked if you could come over for the long weekend, I knew for sure,” Gracie whispered into her ear, her hand now moving from Scarlett’s breast to her stomach, and even further downward to the waistband of her skirt.

Scarlett nodded and wrapped her arms around Gracie’s shoulders, “I can’t hide it. I want to be with you. I don’t care if it’s not allowed, if it’s unacceptable. I can’t stop thinking about you, I can’t stop desiring what I want. What I need.”

Gracie smiled as she ran her finger along Scarlett’s waistband, happy to hear that she could finally be with the student that she wanted so badly, the one she thought about every time she mastrubated and had sex with someone else. Scarlett began to rub her hands along her back as Gracie pushed past the waistband and moved her hand onto Scarlett’s wet panties.

“Gracie?” Scarlett asked, her voice thick with desire.

“Hmmm?”

“Can I call you Ms. Lovella instead?”

“Mmmm, that makes it seem so much naughtier,” Gracie responded, her fingers playing against the sopping wet cotton of her student’s panties.

“That’s what I want,” Scarlett began to suck on Gracie’s neck lustfully.

“Please call me that, then,” Gracie smiled, and the two began to push their bodies together, fingers deep into one another, rhythm and passion, as the sun sank and the moon shone.

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