student || teacher

He took one look at her, standing there in front of her, all 5 feet of her barely reaching his chest, and smirked.

‘Good things really do come in small packages, don’t they?’

She was indeed a good girl, never missing a class, and always finishing her work on time, but despite that, her grades didn’t reflect that great work ethic. He was positive he taught well, his students were regularly among the best in the school; maybe she just needed more time…

‘They really do, came her reply, softly, accompanied by a shy smile.

God damn. He knew this was wrong, but fuck, she was cute. Her dark brown, wavy hair framed the softest face, complimented by perfectly blue eyes and lips kept nearly nude. A silver septum ring pierced her nose, accenting her clean appearance with a nice edge, and the rest of her outfit seemed to follow suit. A grey cardigan draped over her petite body, covering up a tight black, low cut shirt, and she finished off the outfit with a pair of thin plaid pants, adding a retro touch.. So clean, almost too clean, she brought back the edge to finish off her outfit with a pair of knee high socks, disappearing into a pair of the smallest Doc Martens you’ll ever see.

All this, gathered by not just a single take, but an absently minded stare, as if taking in a piece of art, combing over each detail, lost in her beauty…

‘Excuse me, Mr…-‘

Those soft words snapped him back to reality, caught in his guilt, as he returned his attention to the reason for this impromptu meeting.

‘Sorry, lost in thought for a second’. His hasty reply barely covered up the guilt in his mind, a problem he felt he had to fix.

‘You’re looking nice today, Olive.’

This brought a smile back to her face as her icy blue eyes met his, cooling down the situation and bringing a comfortable air back into the classroom.

He returned the smile with one of his own, then got right to the task at hand.
‘So, you’re a great student, barely miss a day, and you hand in everything on time yet your grades don’t reflect that? Are you understanding everything alright?’

She paused for a moment, her eyes slipping from his as she replied, shakily, ‘Yeaah… everything’s fine.’

He noticed this subtle change in body language, contradicting her words and prompting him to inquire again.

‘You don’t sound too confident in your answer…’

She looked back up to him, studying his face, pondering how open to be with her reply. His eyes were warm, softening his otherwise rough, aged image. Stubble peppered his jaw, his long, well kept hair pushed back, bangs tucked away. Continuing the theme of contrast, he wore a deep v-necked shirt, draped loosely over his visibly toned body, khakis and plain loafers, but cleaned that up nicely with a dark sport coat, left undone to complete his look; casual but but screaming sir.

‘Well, I just, I’ve been a bit distracted lately…’; as her eyes once again found their way away from his face. She caught a glimpse of him in her peripheral, and noticed as he brought his hand up under his chin in an inquisitive pose. His jacket fell open as he moved, toned chest visible beneath the deep v of his shirt.

‘It’s alright, it’s been a long year. Is everything alright otherwise in your life?’

He pulled a couple chairs over, sitting in one and motioning towards the other.

‘Here, sit. Let’s chat.’

She slowly brought herself down in the chair as he did the same in his, laying back in a position intended to show the level of comfort he intended; relaxed, stress free.

‘I’d like to make class as comfortable as possible for my students, somewhere where learning is encouraged and everyone feels accepted.’

He glanced again into her icy blue eyes, trying to connect with her, to open her mind and hopefully help understand what made her tick.
‘It is, it’s nothing to do with class, you really do a great job. I love coming to see you, even if it’s a couple hours a week, I love it here. It’s just, well…’

She was staring into his eyes now, her restless hands fidgeting in her lap, clearly struggling with something…

‘…well you’re such a  , you really do explain everything in a concise way. I could listen to you speak for hours. But I think
that’s it, that’s just it, it’s you-‘

‘Me? Olive, what do you mean?’

He sat up in his chair, looking at her with surprise in his eyes.

‘Well, you, um, I; you’re so well put together. Always coming in here looking clean, positive, smiling, it’s so easy to see why everyone loves you so much. And to top it off…’

She scanned down his body, coming back up to his face as she finished her thought; ‘you’re so damn attractive.’

His eyebrows raised as he processed this, and he could feel himself blushing. Not that he hadn’t heard it before, but not in this context, from one of his students. It felt… well he was still truly trying to process how he felt. He laid back in the chair, glancing around the room as he attempted to come up with a response.

Olive gathered herself after this sudden confession, quickly bringing a hand to her mouth in a futile attempt to silence the invasive thoughts. She once again looked away in embarrassment.

‘Uh, thanks Olive, aha’, he replied with a nervous laugh. ‘It’s nice to know someone notices!’

Humor seemed like the best tool here, hopefully diffusing things. He felt reciprocation could take things down quite a different path, yet, he wasn’t too sure if it was really the right approach…

She smiled, warmly this time, bringing a hand up to brush her hair behind her ear.

God damn, this girl. He may have diffused things, but he still felt a warmth inside him. Though it wasn’t all in his face this time. Oh god, was this happening, no, not here…
He tried to move in his chair but his pants stretched tight across his crotch gave little room to hide.

Now her mind was racing as his crotch was fully filling her line of sight. Hoping he didn’t catch her looking, she kept her hand on her forehead, trying to bring her eyes and focus back up to him, and not the growing situation in his pants…

‘I just thought you should know, since you always want us to be comfortable. You are as well, aren’t you?’ She met his eyes as she brought both of her hands back to rest casually across her legs.

‘Of course I am!” came his reply, but that was a loaded question, one that surely proved she knew exactly what he was struggling with.

Olive glanced down, then back up, and raised her eyes inquisitively.

He followed her glance, down, then up, a warmth once again flushing through his face as their eyes met.

‘Olive…’, he inquired, ‘this wasn’t about class, was it?’

She laid back in her chair, her smooth, reddish lips, forming a smirk as she teasingly extended her foot to graze his.

‘It was… but I got distracted… sir… I’m sorry…’

He had a real predicament on his hands now. To empathize with his petite pupil, or continue playing this game she so obviously had began… His mind wanted one thing, but the bloodflow was quickly convincing him otherwise.

With his tight pants, her distraction was obvious. Growing every second. Pressing taught against the khaki fabric, leaving little to the imagination. She felt a warmth of her own, first in her face, then between her legs, pulling her leg back and across the other to try and cover up what was, ironically, unfolding. Leaning down, she propped her chin on her hand, content with finally setting her devious plot in motion.

‘Distracted? Again? What have I done this time?’ he asked with a nervous smile as he tried to plead innocence, sitting up in an attempt to allow his now throbbing cock to blend back into his pants.
Motioning with her eyes towards his crotch, she her body language do the talking. She smirked as she uncrossed her legs, bringing one back against his as she leaned in and rested a hand on his knee.

He couldn’t believe this was happening. Well after school hours, the setting sun cast a colorful glow through the predominantly windowed wall of his room. Blinds were pulled, but not shut as he anxiously ran through a checklist in his head of staff still at the school, and how much risk was truly present. He had locked his door, the windows weren’t fully covered enough and he was on the second floor. Nothing to worry about…

She brought both hands to his knees, scooting herself in forward, as she pulled herself in closer. Leaning in, she looked down, then up to his eyes, still wandering nervously.

‘Relax.. you locked the door, we’re the only ones here. You’ve made me comfortable over this past year, its only fair I return the favor.’

Her hands climbed his thighs as she pulled herself out of the chair and onto the tiled floor, kneeling at his feet, head now mere inches away from his seemingly impossibly hard cock. Still tucked away, his heart was pounding as he stopped his scan of the room to take in the cinematic, the dusk light casting her shape in silhouette on the white cinder block wall.
He watched, mesmerized as she reached up towards the waistline of his pants. She worked delicately but quickly, freeing the button. He felt a tension release with that, glancing down to her, but quickly brought his gaze back to the wall, eager to take this in in quite a novel format.

To say he hadn’t hought of this situation before would be a lie, but he had never dreamed it would happen to him, in a professional setting. Fantasies are one thing, imagination is a wonderful thing to have, but for everyone he saw, every compliment he received, be it from student or fellow staff, he took it at face value, humble, but grounded.

He subconsciously blinked as if to awake from one of these erotic fantasies, but the moment remained. She remained, kneeling between his legs as he laid back in his chair, watching this literal film noire.

The orange light shone across Olive’s body, sun dipping lower now as she began to inch his zipper down, ASMR in the otherwise silent room, film noire given a slight soundtrack as his breathing deepened.

Satisfied with her work on the zipper she reached for his thighs, pulling down his khakis, the size and state of him on display, yet still covered by the fabric of his white, skin tight boxer briefs. She would have to wait, eager to reveal what was not so hidden beneath, but also to tease him to no end, having already established a level of comfort between the two unassuming partners.

‘My god, you really wanted this, didn’t you…?

She ran her hands around the outline of him, teasing him with a delicate touch, his excitement written in the precum leaking from him, dampening the fabric, and by association, her pussy, though a very light way of putting it. She was beyond damp, she was soaked.

This girl knew what she was doing, he was clear of that. Laying back, he was still quite apprehensive about letting it get even this far, but he clearly wasn’t thinking straight, blood clearly abandoning his head for the one between his legs, pulsing through him, his boxers moving with the every increasing beat of his heart. How he let her have him in her fingers, he didn’t truly understand, but he accepted everything without hesitation. Accepted everything, including the realization that she couldn’t hold back anymore. The teasing went on long enough.

She once again reached up to his waistband, this time the elastic of his boxers, as she began to pull it down over him, his cock being pulled down, along his leg, slowly being revealed, inch by inch, by inch. Slowing down when she got the elastic down around the head of his cock, she simply admired him. Wonderfully endowed, she couldn’t help it it when, wide eyed, she bit her lip sharply, breathing in deeply as if coming to an understanding with what she was faced with.

‘Fuck, babe, come on, you can’t just stop there…’

He leaned forward, realizing he might have to take back the control she had over him if he was to maintain any amount of sanity. He took her chin in his hand, tilting her head up towards his, before ultimately breaking the subtlety of the moment.

‘Take it out.’

She met his eyes, saw the desire, saw the warmth increase in a fiery stare, and saw no other option by to oblige by his demand.

She slid the elastic over the tip, finally freeing him, his thick cock violently springing back, slamming into his chiseled abs with a slap that echoed in her head. She froze for a minute, in awe of the monster she has released. In awe of this man, subject of so many of her late night fantasies. Lost in thought, she just stared.
Long, thick; strong veins wrapping around considerable girth, dark head obviously fully engorged, peaking from tight foreskin. tracing back to the base of his cock, course hair neatly groomed. This was a man who cared about every aspct of his appearance, and she could hardly wait to enjoy him.

Hands back to his thighs, eyes darting from cock, to face, to cock and back to his face. Speechless, but eager.

He couldn’t believe this was his reality right now. Petite, eager, naughty. But he also couldn’t believe how much control she had over him. He loved it, but things had to go both ways.

‘Olive. You’ve got what you want, but I don’t think you’re giving me the same pleasure… He grabbed his shirt in a pinching motion, then threw her a raised eyebrow to accentuate his message. She smiled, and leaned back on her heels, first slipping her cardigan off, then reaching down to pull her shirt up. Slowly revealing her body, a wonderful tattoo covering her stomach, then up over her slight but perky tits, each one being lifted then springing back with a bounce as she passed her shirt over her head in one fell swoop, tossing it aside.

For the first time since she walked in, he was able to fully appreciate her beauty. Small package alright, she couldn’t have been any more than 100 pounds soaking wet, and no pun intended, he was sure that was currently the case. Her small breasts fell perfectly on her chest, and as was with the previous theme, were perfectly soft, small nipples accenting their shape, pierced with shiny steel bars. A sight to be seen, but equally impressive was the ink below them, a huge butterfly from side to side. That said, huge is relative, as he felt his hand, spread, would cover her stomach, once again a reminder of just how small this girl was. He let his eyes continue to wander as she looked for reassurance;

‘Like what you see? Bet you’ve been thinking about this for  a while…’

Before he could reply, she reached down and grabbed his cock in both hands, her hands barely overlapping as she brought her lips down to his now dripping cock, kissing the tip, down the dripping precum, halting the drip on her tongue. Licking slowly up his shaft, she began to twirl around it as she brought her lips down to cover the head, gently bringing them around his thick cock. Up and down she bobbed, pushing her previous best with each thrust, deeper and deeper. She could hear his breathe deepen every time she took him deep, quickening the pace, regaining control.

‘Fuuuuuckk,’ was all he could muster, as she kept at it a few more times before pulling her head up off his cock. She looked up at him, smiling, before returning to his cock, promptly sliding over the whole length of his cock, slowing a bit at the end with a gag, but very suddenly felt a hand come up under the back of her hair, firmly grasping her head. She gagged and choked as her mouth was pushed the final inch over his cock, now firmly down past the barrier of her throat.

‘Just giving you some help, Olive. That’s what I’m here for.’

He brushed her hair back behind her ears, keeping a bit of pressure on the back of her head, spit falling from her open mouth, pooling around his abs and covering his balls. Another gag was his sign to let her up, her mouth agape, thick spit stringing from her lips to his cock.

An exasperated ‘fuuckk,’ was exhaled with a deep breath as
his cock was freed fully from her mouth. She raised her head, looking into his eyes as a smile formed on her face.

Their eyes met as his widened as if posing a question, then suggestively glanced down again, a subtle request, but one she took in stride, slowly moving back down before-

The classroom went dark, lights out in an instant. He quickly pulled himself up in his chair again.

‘The fuck?’ he exclaimed, his guard brought right back as his head shot around the room.

A knock could be heard in the distance, and he hastily put himself back together, tucking his still hard cock into his boxers before pulling his khakis back up over them, redoing the motions Olive had so seductively gone through a short time before.

A look of shock was on her face as she also tidied herself back up, hand over her chest as she reached for her shirt. She bent down and grabbed it, but as she came up, felt a presence behind her. Startled, she jumped, only to be comforted quickly by his soothing voice

‘Your cardigan,’ he mentioned, holding it out behind her as she fed her arms into each sleeve.

‘Thanks… ‘ she replied, with a gratefulness in her voice; ‘…sir.’ amending the last word with a smirk.

Footsteps could be heard in the hall, getting louder with each passing moment.

‘You should get out of here, I’ve got some tidying up to do, I’ll handle the janitor. Completely forgot about him, just some after hours housekeeping. I’ll walk you to the door once you’re cleaned up.’

He walked to the door, noticing the janitor was still a ways down the hall, before turning back to Olive.

‘Thanks for that, by the way’

She smiled, gathering her bag as she walked to meet him at the door. She also glanced down the hall, before looking eagerly into his eyes.

‘No, thank you. For everything.’

He opened the door and leaned down for a kiss, then locked eyes with her as she slowly wandered through the door.

‘If you ever get distracted, you know where I am’.

She crossed the hall to the main foyer, disappearing out of sight just as the janitor approached.

He gave the janitor a welcoming smirk, before wandering down the hall himself, eager to catch back up with Olive, blood once again rushing in only one direction.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/119yo7k/student_teacher