Office Hours, Chapter 14 END [M31/f19] [Teacher/Student]

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Lexi raised her cum-stained quiz to her nose and sniffed the paper, then grinned wickedly at me. Aside from Jean next to her, who was turning scarlet, nobody seemed to notice. I shifted uncomfortably, my erection forging its way down the leg of my trousers at the thought that Lexi knew where the stain was from. She hadn’t really done anything since confronting me in the supermarket on Thanksgiving, and I was beginning to wonder if it was safe to let my guard down. I’d have thought she’d be tormenting me ever since Jean moved in, but the opposite had happened. She’d said something to Jean at the cafe, and… since then, Jean had gotten bolder in her sexual advances.

*Nobody gets in the way of what I want.*

And what did she want? Apparently my initial theory that she wanted me was wrong, so… did she like to… watch?

“Professor!” Lexi’s voice cut through my thoughts, my lecherous thoughts of ravishing Jean while she watched, and I snapped back into class. “We gonna start or what?”

“Right. Sorry, I was a bit preoccupied there,” I stammered. She gave me a knowing smirk before I turned to the blackboard. “Alright, class, today we’re talking about Piaget’s stages of development.”

During class, I noticed something. Jean was furiously scribbling notes as usual. In contrast, Lexi never brought anything to lectures. No notebooks, no laptop, nothing. It made me wonder why she even bothered with a schoolbag in the first place. Despite this, her quiz scores and midterm results were all a suspiciously consistent B+. But today, she had a notebook out, and occasionally would write something on the side of the page closest to Jean. Jean would peer over, read whatever was written, and blush. As if they weren’t mortal enemies anymore. Lexi was unilaterally passing notes to Jean, and she was writing scandalous things.

She was instigating.

I was always glad that I had another class right after, since it gave me time to cool off and think before I had the chance of interacting with Jean or Lexi. I noticed today they left the classroom together, turning the same way down the hall side by side. Lexi was definitely one of her new friends. My stomach still rolled at the thought, but Jean seemed to be happier, and I was reluctant to interfere with that.

Finishing up with classes, I packed my things and headed to the cafeteria for lunch. On the way, I spotted Jean and almost went over to greet her when I saw she was speaking to an adorably diminutive redhead girl. And being the snooping type – though I preferred thinking of myself as inquisitive instead – I got close enough to listen in on their conversation without being spotted behind some shrubbery.

“So what do I do?” Jean asked.

“He’s gonna be scared because of who he is. You’re gonna have to take matters into your own hands,” the redhead instructed. “Show him this is what you want, and he doesn’t have to feel bad about it. Eventually he’ll accept it, and you’re golden.” She chuckled. “I was… pretty scared to do anything back then. I needed a push too, and You-Know-Who gave me one.” Jean responded with something between a contemptuous snort and a shy giggle. “And everything worked out. Couldn’t be happier.”

“The hiding sucks though,” Jean groused.

“It does,” the redhead agreed. “But you get used to it… kind of. Yeah, I’m ‘dating’ Drew now, but we make it work. But one day… One day, maybe we won’t have to worry anymore.”

So this was Drew’s girlfriend. Interesting.

I left them to their conversation to go eat, then retreated to my office to work. Had the girls been talking about relationships? How much did Jean reveal to her about us? Well, the dean wasn’t kicking down my door, so I supposed she was being discreet.

Somebody knocked on my door, and I broke out into a cold sweat. “Come in,” I called, voice strangled. In walked Lexi, stunning as ever and fully aware of it. It was hard to say if I’d rather it were the dean instead. “Lexi. How can I help you?”

She floated in, closing the door behind her before sitting across from me, crossing her legs and looking like a heartbreaker. “Hey Professor Lang,” she lilted, and I nodded as I took a sip from my mug. “My quiz smelled delicious today.”

I almost sprayed coffee everywhere, and she tittered as I wiped my mouth and recovered. “That wasn’t– I mean, I didn’t–”

“Didn’t jizz all over my quiz?” Lexi chuckled, tapping her phone. “I’ll spare you the trouble of spinning some ridiculous story, you’re welcome.” She showed me her phone. It was a photo from outside my classroom, looking in at my cock nestled snuggly between Jean’s thighs while I sprayed cum all over the desk. “Relax, prof. The blood just drained from your face.” She laughed and closed the photo. “God, I love teasing you. You’re so much fun.”

“This isn’t a game, Lexi,” I warned. “These are our lives. This is Jean’s life. If you ruin her–”

“I’m not the one playing the game, prof. I’m just TiVo’ing it. That was from your time, right? TiVo? Nobody else sees it, it’s just for my own personal use.” She sighed happily. “Like I said before, I love how protective you are of her. Don’t think I didn’t notice how you were more concerned about her reputation than your job. So sweet.”

“What. Do. You. Want,” I growled. She waved her phone at me as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Blackmail material?”

“Spank bank material,” she corrected. “So stop fighting me. We are in a mutually beneficial situation right now. Just keep following this path. You’re happy, Jean’s happy, I’m happy, and nobody else is the wiser. All you need to sacrifice is a *teeny* bit of privacy, and what’s a little privacy between friends?”

She stood up as if the conversation was over and I’d agreed to her terms. Which… wasn’t inaccurate. I was sick of hiding. Obviously I needed to hide my relationship from Jean, but I didn’t want to hide my feelings from her anymore.

“And so we just… continue on like this?” I murmured.

“Mhm. Well, I’m also assuming your and Jean’s relationship will improve-slash-progress, but I’d be content to cruise as we are now too. Oh! Before I forget.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a small box, tossing it onto my desk.

“Why are you…? Plan B?” I looked up at her in shock.

“The sexiest form of contraception,” she purred. “As much as I love how far you’ve been going the past couple of days, you need to start being more careful, prof. So make sure you use it. Although… I’d almost prefer you didn’t…” She bit her lip, then left my office without another word, nothing but a gentle finger wave to mark her departure.

—

After having a nervous breakdown about Lexi knowing way too much about my affair with Jean, I finally calmed myself down. If Lexi wanted to expose us, she could have done so already. She had photographic proof, and her only demand was that we kept going. She didn’t want me for herself, she didn’t want money, and she didn’t want to satisfy a sadistic pleasure of destroying us. It was just so… weird.

I sighed heavily and picked up the box of Plan B, staring at it with unseeing eyes as I contemplated my feelings. It would be… nice, to be irresponsible for once. To give in to desire and just take what I wanted. And I wanted Jean. I wanted her in every sense of the word. I wanted everything she had to give, including…

Gah, what was I thinking? I opened the top drawer of my desk and threw the Plan B in, slamming it closed. As if I’d allow myself to be so irresponsible as to need that stuff. It had gotten dark before I realized, and I suspected I was the only faculty member left in the offices. Should be getting home soon. I picked up my phone to text Jean to ask if she needed a ride, when she knocked on my door before entering. She looked pissed, I noted, and she closed and leaned on the door with her arms folded. After everything that had happened the last few days, I had no idea what to expect anymore.

“Hey, I was just about to text you,” I said by way of greeting. She grunted, not meeting my eyes. Um…

“Looks like everyone’s headed home,” she said, her trademark forceful tone making her hard to read when combined with her body language. She took a deep breath, swallowing, then looked away from me. “I’m ready.”

I stared at her blankly. “Uh, I’m sorry, ready for what?”

She looked like she was shivering. She was in all black today, black hoodie zipped all the way up, black skirt that ended halfway down her thigh, black running shoes. In this temperature, that skirt probably left her freezing. I really needed to talk to her about staying warm, no matter how she wanted to tease me in class.

I was about to say something when she stepped in front of my desk, reached up, and began unzipping her hoodie excruciatingly slowly. It took me until reaching her sternum to realize she was wearing absolutely nothing under the hoodie, and I gulped. When it was fully unzipped, just as slowly, she began slipping the hoodie off her shoulders. I beckoned for her to come around the desk and stand right in front of me, and she froze, eyes darting back and forth before reluctantly obeying. Her skin was a delightful shade of pink, and the fact that the blush traveled all the way down to her chest had me desperate to feel her.

I pinned her against the desk with my chair, my legs flanking hers as she resumed stripping for me. The hoodie fell down to her elbows and I was losing my mind, putting my hands on her hips on reflex. They moved up to her waist, cupping her lower chest while I leaned in and grazed her skin with my lips. She took my head in her hands, gently pulling me closer, ever so slightly guiding me toward her tits.

I lingered on her tender midriff for a moment before obliging, trailing kisses up her body until I was on her perky tits, nibbling on a nipple. She twitched with every languid pass of my tongue across her little nubs, but somehow maintained the deliberate slowness of her stripping, shrugging the hoodie off her wrists. One of my hands moved to push the small of her back toward me to force her to arch it, while the other supported her upper back so she didn’t fall. Her little moans were such a contrast to her usual tomboyish demeanor, which only made me harder.

I lifted her knees, pushing her up until she was sat on the desk, then unzipped her skirt. She lifted her hips to let me pull it off, leaving me greeted by the sight of her naked pussy. Freshly shaved, bald and looking very succulent, I felt a feral growl in my throat.

“No panties again today?” I snapped. *That’s* why she was so cold today.

“Oh. Whoops,” she cooed, biting her lip and looking very unapologetic.

“When are you gonna learn.” I hardly recognized my own voice, sweeping everything off my desk and shoving her until she was supine. I violently latched my mouth onto her womanhood, and her legs jerked in the air with a yelp. My tongue lashed at her clit and she writhed around, her moans unrestrained as she fondled her breasts. If we were wrong and the building wasn’t empty, we’d be caught so easily. The thought seemed to make her leaking pussy taste even better.

“Then teach me, sir,” she gasped. “Teach me everything.”

Holy fuck.

I pulled myself off of her long enough to undress, which couldn’t seem to go fast enough. When I turned back to her, she was messing around with my boxcutter, doing something unseen at the desk. She looked over her shoulder and saw I was waiting, tossing the blade onto the ground and leaning on the desk.

“I’m ready, sir. Take me.” She averted her gaze, muttering under her breath, “God, this is so fucking embarrassing.” Looking back at me, in a soft voice she continued, “It’s… It’s my first time. So just… take it easy, alright?”

I nodded, taking a breath. “Do you have a condom?”

“Of course. It’s a very unsafe day today.”

One was already in her hands, still in the packaging, and she knelt down before me and tore it open with her teeth. I had to resist the urge to jam my cock down her throat. Damn, what was wrong with me? The beast was finally loose, and I worried I’d go wild on her and end up hurting her. She unrolled the condom onto me, taking extra care with the tip. She eyed her handiwork carefully before climbing back onto the desk, keeping her legs together. I approached, throbbing with need, and she took a deep breath before opening her legs, reaching down and spreading her pussy for me. It was so erotic that I was trembling, holding back from ravishing her.

“Are you sure, Jean?”

“…I’m sure.”

I put my head to her lips and gently began pushing in. I felt some resistance and steadied myself. She was mine. She was all mine. I was about to deflower one of my students. I guess this is the kind of man I was, I mused. Pushing forward, I felt something tear, and Jean started whimpering in pain. I tried to pull away, to let her recover, but she hooked her ankles, locking her legs together around my hips.

“Just finish it,” she grunted through gritted teeth.

I pushed further, and she threw her head back and grunted as I split her open, all the way to the root. When I bottomed out in her, we were still as we both panted. She was so tight that she felt like she’d pull the skin right off of me, which felt torturously amazing. She gasped for breath and unhooked her ankles, letting me withdraw. I looked down and realized that her hymen wasn’t the only thing I’d shredded. The condom had split and was bunched up ineffectually at the base, and her innocence was smeared all over my raw cock. I froze. I was inside her, unprotected. With the amount of pre I was leaking, I could already get her pregnant. That wasn’t even speaking of our chances if we kept going. The responsible thing to do would be to stop here.

I drove back into her, blind with lust, and she screamed. It immediately brought me to clarity, and I looked down at her pained face. “You’re hurting me,” she sniffled.

“I’m sorry–”

“Hurt me,” she whispered. “Don’t stop hurting me.” My ardor stoked, I managed a few more thrusts before the guilt set back in. Seeing my reluctance, she hissed at me, “You know why I went around with no panties today, sir? It’s ‘cause I just wanted to get fucked today. It wasn’t about us. I just wanted any passing stud to grab me, toss my skirt up, and dick me down right in front of everyone–”

As if possessed, I began savagely ramming into her, nails digging into her hips as I brutally defiled her. She was screaming again, but this time I didn’t stop. My gentle side was finally sidelined, and I basked in the glory that was Jean. I adored the tears pouring out of her eyes, I adored her legs locking back around me, I adored her back arching as she came on my cock. She let out a long raspy groan as she rode the orgasm, her torso thrashing up and down. I didn’t relent for one second, and she twitched as she was hit with the throes of aftershocks.

“But nobody wanted me,” she continued, eyes rolled up as she came back down. “Just like… Little Wendy from the movie. Nobody… wanted me… except you, professor. Because I’m trash.” She took my hand and placed it on her neck, wrapping my fingers around her slender throat. “Call me trash, sir.”

“You’re fucking trash,” I whispered, and she gasped blissfully while trying to pull me deeper with her legs as I pounded her. I started choking her, and she clenched her teeth as she watched me abuse her, eyelids heavy with desire. “You’re an easy slut who can’t even sell this filthy cunt to save your life.”

She made a guttural noise and clenched down on my cock again, and this time I couldn’t resist. Hot cum spilled out of me and into her womb, and the thought of making her pregnant only coaxed more from my aching balls. She’d asked me to knock her up last night. She’d poked a hole in the condom earlier. She wanted me to put a baby in her. Before I had a chance to soften up, I thrust into her a few more times, pushing my cum deeper.

We were drenched in sweat, and I picked her up and teetered back into my chair, both of us letting out an “Oof” when we landed. She rested her head on my shoulder, and I rubbed her back as we came down from the high.

“You’re not trash, Jean,” I murmured into her ear. “You’re my treasure. You’re an amazing young woman and I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

She panted and leaned back, then planted a quick kiss on my lips. Her face was still tear-streaked, and hair was sticking to her temples and cheeks. “Sooo corny. Damn. You know about aftercare, prof?”

“What’s aftercare?”

“What you just did. Saying sweet stuff to bring me down after a lot of rough dirty talk.”

“Oh. I see. I mean, I was just saying what I wanted to say. Didn’t know that was what you’re supposed to do.”

She bit her lip, and her eyes started welling up again. With a chuckle, she said, “That’s why I lo– I, um…” She looked down, hands on my chest, nibbling away her words.

She was too embarrassed to tell me how she felt. This was the third time now where she was trying to profess her feelings, but I think she was worried about how I’d react. At this rate, she’d never get it out.

“Jean,” I murmured, and her eyes flashed back to mine. “I love you.”

Her eyes widened, and she swallowed before looking away again. “Wha– Why?”

“Because you make me feel alive,” I said, pulling her hair off her face and stroking her cheek.

“Like in a forbidden sexual fantasy fling kinda way?”

“Like in a ‘want to spend the rest of my life with’ kinda way.”

Her eyes couldn’t get any wider, her skin any pinker. “Are you– Are you, like… asking me to marry you…?”

“Well, not at the moment,” I hedged, before giving her a smirk. She bit back a smile and ran a hand through her hair. “Although, if you get pregnant, I just might have to. Somebody poked a hole in the condom, after all, which I’m pretty sure counts as sexual assault.”

She hung her head in shame. “I… I’m really sorry, professor. I–”

I took her by the chin, tilting her head back up. “I’ll let it go just this once, young lady,” I said with mock sternness, and she grew a crooked grin.

“Just this once?” she teased.

I chuckled, shaking my head. “We’ll see.”

“God, you’re making me horny again, prof.” She got up, pulling herself off of me, and her pussy drooled my cream onto the floor. I was glad I didn’t have carpet. “Son of a bitch. I’m so sore, but… I wanna go again.” She knelt down, lifting my member to examine it. It was covered in blood and cum, and she put it in her mouth, slurping it all off in one stroke. Swallowing the foul mixture, she licked her lips and panted lustfully. “You taste disgusting, sir.” She pulled the ripped condom off and tossed it to the side before taking me in her mouth again, sucking powerfully to get at any leftover cum. She moaned as she blew me, clearly enjoying it, and I groaned, feeling myself get hard again under her ministrations. Holding me firmly, she rubbed my length across her face, smearing her glasses with viscous saliva. “And for the record? I love you too, *professor.*”

I smiled and put a hand on her head, happier than I could ever remember. And that’s when I saw a shadow pass under the door. “Somebody’s in the hallway,” I breathed urgently, but she just kept sucking me. “Jean, somebody heard us.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said between slurps. “You won’t lose your job, I promise.”

“How would you–”

“Trust me.” Satisfied with how hard I was, she stepped back to the desk, which also had some blood and cum on it, and laid her flat stomach right on the puddle of filth. “And since we’ve already been caught, there’s no point stopping now, is there?” She reached back and spread her pussy for me, wiggling her ass temptingly. “So come over and fuck your student’s brains out, professor.”

She was right, we were going all in now. And speaking of all in, I still had a box of Plan B in my top drawer. Lexi had called it the “sexiest form of contraception,” likely because it made the risk of pregnancy an afterthought.

*So make sure you use it.*

I had to agree, the possibility that Jean was already pregnant was kinda… pretty… really fucking sexy. I stood and grabbed a fistful of Jean’s hair, pulling her back onto my cock. She moaned and cursed and begged me to keep going, and of course I obliged.

*Although… I’d almost prefer you didn’t…*

Heh. No, maybe I wouldn’t.

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