locker and instead b-line it from my car straight to his office.
It’s been the longest twelve days of my life.
I take giant steps as I bound down the hall, turning the final corner sharply, rushing to my very own finish line.
“Luci,” my name sounds like music on his lips, sweet and powerful. Of course he’d be here early too, waiting, his smile almost as big as mine. “How was your break?”
“Long,” I let out a deep sigh. I want to run up and hug him. In fact, my heel is already off the floor, but I push my toes down, telling myself not to.
“Yeah,” he laughs, our gaze lingering a little too long to be considered entirely appropriate.
“Come on, Trouble,” he sighs, opening his office door for me. “Let’s catch up.”
I feel perverted for being so excited for lunch, but I’m so turned on I can’t wait. I only hope his habits didn’t change over break. Twelve days seemed more like twelve years , and when I lean against his office door, I’m crushed, because I don’t hear anything. It’s so quiet that I back away just to check that the light is on.
It is.
I wait another few minutes before listening again, my heart sinking in despair when it’s silent. There’s no familiar moan or groan, just… nothing .
I turn the handle carefully and let the door fall open on it’s own, like I usually do. There’s rustling, he’s definitely in here, but I don’t see him. He’s not standing in his usual spot.
More rustling.
I think maybe he’s actually sitting at his desk doing work, so I push the door fully open and walk in. His eyes dart to mine, startled and surprised, as he suddenly shouts my name. It’s a toss between an angry cry and a sigh of relief. My eyes move from his shocked face down to where his hand is firmly wrapped around his penis. It’s the first time I actually get a decent look at it. God, it’s so solid and large, broad and thick, huge is probably the better word.
I don’t have time to enjoy him, as everything happens at once: Him, mid-stroke, clearly having only recently started, quickly covering himself the best he can as he swells at an unnatural pace while shouting my name.
“Luci!” His cry is a mixture of bewilderment - stunned that I walked in, and full of pleasure, from seeing me, because he’s suddenly coming. Hard.
I watch as it oozes between his tight-gripped fingers, my erect, turned on nipples rub uncomfortably against my bra as wetness surges in my underwear. I suddenly crave my finger. The fact that he was still so far from release yet got there so quickly, just from seeing me, increases my lust at an extraordinarily rapid pace. I can’t help but freeze, out of embarrassment; I’m astonished - staring, gazing, admiring, but more than anything, wishing and praying. For this is a pivotal moment.
“Shit!” He yells, and I snap out of my daze. I rush out of there, closing the door in my wake before briskly walking away. I have no direction in mind other than very far away .
I don’t know how he cleaned up so fast, but in no time he’s running after me.
“Luci, wait!” I stop and turn to face him without knowing what to say. Do I tell him it’s okay? Let him know how much I like him, so he can hear me say it and realize I want this too? Should I confess that I do the same damn thing every day, also while thinking about him?
“My classroom. Now,” his stern voice interrupts my thoughts before I actually have the chance to say anything.
He walks into the room brushing past me. He shuts the door and pauses. We’re both quiet, not looking at one another, too embarrassed.
“You didn’t seem surprised,” he finally whispers, breaking the silence.
His face is unforgiving and full of shame. I look past him, out the window and onto the track as I answer.
“No.”
“Why?” He demands, and his harsh voice makes me wince.
“It’s not the first time I’ve seen you do that.”
When I finally look at him, his expression is worse than
It’s been the longest twelve days of my life.
I take giant steps as I bound down the hall, turning the final corner sharply, rushing to my very own finish line.
“Luci,” my name sounds like music on his lips, sweet and powerful. Of course he’d be here early too, waiting, his smile almost as big as mine. “How was your break?”
“Long,” I let out a deep sigh. I want to run up and hug him. In fact, my heel is already off the floor, but I push my toes down, telling myself not to.
“Yeah,” he laughs, our gaze lingering a little too long to be considered entirely appropriate.
“Come on, Trouble,” he sighs, opening his office door for me. “Let’s catch up.”
I feel perverted for being so excited for lunch, but I’m so turned on I can’t wait. I only hope his habits didn’t change over break. Twelve days seemed more like twelve years , and when I lean against his office door, I’m crushed, because I don’t hear anything. It’s so quiet that I back away just to check that the light is on.
It is.
I wait another few minutes before listening again, my heart sinking in despair when it’s silent. There’s no familiar moan or groan, just… nothing .
I turn the handle carefully and let the door fall open on it’s own, like I usually do. There’s rustling, he’s definitely in here, but I don’t see him. He’s not standing in his usual spot.
More rustling.
I think maybe he’s actually sitting at his desk doing work, so I push the door fully open and walk in. His eyes dart to mine, startled and surprised, as he suddenly shouts my name. It’s a toss between an angry cry and a sigh of relief. My eyes move from his shocked face down to where his hand is firmly wrapped around his penis. It’s the first time I actually get a decent look at it. God, it’s so solid and large, broad and thick, huge is probably the better word.
I don’t have time to enjoy him, as everything happens at once: Him, mid-stroke, clearly having only recently started, quickly covering himself the best he can as he swells at an unnatural pace while shouting my name.
“Luci!” His cry is a mixture of bewilderment - stunned that I walked in, and full of pleasure, from seeing me, because he’s suddenly coming. Hard.
I watch as it oozes between his tight-gripped fingers, my erect, turned on nipples rub uncomfortably against my bra as wetness surges in my underwear. I suddenly crave my finger. The fact that he was still so far from release yet got there so quickly, just from seeing me, increases my lust at an extraordinarily rapid pace. I can’t help but freeze, out of embarrassment; I’m astonished - staring, gazing, admiring, but more than anything, wishing and praying. For this is a pivotal moment.
“Shit!” He yells, and I snap out of my daze. I rush out of there, closing the door in my wake before briskly walking away. I have no direction in mind other than very far away .
I don’t know how he cleaned up so fast, but in no time he’s running after me.
“Luci, wait!” I stop and turn to face him without knowing what to say. Do I tell him it’s okay? Let him know how much I like him, so he can hear me say it and realize I want this too? Should I confess that I do the same damn thing every day, also while thinking about him?
“My classroom. Now,” his stern voice interrupts my thoughts before I actually have the chance to say anything.
He walks into the room brushing past me. He shuts the door and pauses. We’re both quiet, not looking at one another, too embarrassed.
“You didn’t seem surprised,” he finally whispers, breaking the silence.
His face is unforgiving and full of shame. I look past him, out the window and onto the track as I answer.
“No.”
“Why?” He demands, and his harsh voice makes me wince.
“It’s not the first time I’ve seen you do that.”
When I finally look at him, his expression is worse than
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