Grading on a Curve

[mirandavillere]

Hearing his words, she felt her excitement growing stronger. She could hardly stay in her seat, but she wasn't exactly sure where she wanted to go anyway. Or at least, where she could go in the middle of the day with a teacher. The idea of what she thought they were talking about shocked her, and that made it even more exciting. She knew things happened with teachers and their students, she just never imagined it happening to her.

Looking up at Mr. Heller, though, she knew she couldn't say no to him. Not now, when she was so turned on. Probably not ever, because she found herself mesmerized by him, just watching him. Even when he sat back, away from her, she could tell he was thinking about what he wanted to do to her.

"Please Mister Heller," she purred. "Won't you tell me what things you were thinking? Or maybe you want to show me?"

She took a deep breath, waiting for his answer, hoping she hadn't gone too far.

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Again Brant hesitated. She was giving him the opening he had been hoping for, and now he stood there, unsure whether he could actually go through with it. He'd fantasized about having a relationship with a student before, but until now it had only been some hypothetical student, not an actual person.

He started to ask her if she was sure, but the truth was, he didn't want to give her a chance to back out. If he was going to do this, he was going to go for broke. Locking his eyes on Miranda's, Brant did the one thing that would force the situation to either go very very good, or very very bad. He unzipped his pants, and reached in, pulling his semi-hard cock out of his pants, letting it hang in front of the blond student's face.

No going back now, he thought. "Touch it," he said.

 

[mirandavillere]

Miranda stared at him and he stepped closer to her desk, unsure what he meant to do, and a little nervous. The only thing that kept her from being even mre uncertain was the fact that he looked as unsure as she felt. She knew she was excited by this older man and the attention and interest, but it was one thing to say she wanted him, and another thing to actually act on it.

When he pulled his cock out, she almost shreiked, but she held it in and then looked up at him, blushing furiously. A moment ago, she had been sure that this was what she had wanted, but now she was starting to feel afraid. She had hardly seen the guy who she had slept with at her old school, they had been fumbling around in the dark, half dressed and clueless. She was sure he wasn't nearly as big as this, though, and he wasn't even all the way hard yet.

"Touch it," he said. Suddenly he wasn't some man anymore. He was her teacher, and she was his student. Looking at it that way, she felt the nervous knots in her belly loosen. She reached up, and ran her fingertips along the length of it, from the root to the tip, and then slid her had around it, giving it a gentle squeeze.

She looked up at him. "Is that good, Mr. Heller?"

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

As he stood in front of Miranda, exposed, waiting for her to react, Brant still couldn't believe that he had pulled his dick out, let alone asked the high school student to touch it. He glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that they still had nearly thirty minutes before the period ended, but he also realized that at any moment someone could walk into the room and his teaching career would be over.

The anxiety he felt over the possibility of getting caught seemed to disappear the moment he felt the beautiful blond's hand on his cock, her fingertips softly trailing its length. Then she wrapped her hand around his girth, squeezing tentatively. Brant could feel himself begin to harden immediately, his cock growing in Miranda's hand.

"Is that good, Mr. Heller?" she asked, her eyes darting from his thickening member up to his eyes.

"That's good," he said, trying to sound confident. "Now stroke it with your hand...and pull your top down so I can see your breasts," he instructed, his desires quickly overwhelming any lingering doubts he was harboring.

 

[mirandavillere]

Miranda slid her hand slowly along his cock, feeling him growing in her soft grip. His shaft grew thicker, and rose up, til it pointed towards the ceiling. Her other hand slipped the straps of her top off her shoulders and then slid it down, under her full, round breasts. She saw his eyes shoot to the door and blushed, her hand stopping its movement for just a moment.

What if someone came in? She hadn't locked the door, she had just come in. Doubt and worry paralyzed her for a moment. What she was doing was wrong, and she knew it, she was risking ruining everything she had been trying to do her whole life.

The lust in his eyes when she looked up, the hungry way he was staring at her made it alright though. She began to stroke again, holding him a little more firmly and arching her back to lift her breasts up for him. As risky as it was, she realized it was a relief to just do what he wanted her to. It was so nice for her to just play with his cock. She stroked a little faster, smiling up at him.

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Miranda's breasts were even more perfect than Mr. Heller had imagined. Seeing them exposed, having the young student doing exactly as he had instructed, her hand stroking his cock, it all felt so taboo, so wrong, and yet, he wanted it so bad. He wanted Miranda so bad.

As she arched her back, pushing her tits out toward him, Brant lowered a hand down and groped her left breast, squeezing it, rubbing it, pinching the nipple. It was so firm, so perfect. Her hand was wrapped more firmly around the shaft of his cock now, stroking him a little faster now.

"Unbutton your pants," he told Miranda. "Slip your other hand down the front of your pants and touch yourself."

 

[mirandavillere]

As Mr. Heller looked down, she felt his cock throbbing in her hand. She let out a soft gasp, looking up at him, seeing his eyes burning with lust. His desire made her want to please him more, and she started to stroke faster. When he cupped her breast and started to squeeze it she let out a moan, and when he pinched her nipple she shuddered.

She had played with her breasts before, of course, had done exactly the things that he was doing, and so had that one boy, but it had never felt like this. It had never been so exciting before. It had never been in school, when anyone could walk in and catch her in the act. The hand on her breast had never been Mr. Heller's before, never an older man's, never her teacher's. Was there something wrong with her that she was only feeling this with him?

Then he told her to open her pants, and she flushed a dark red, unable to look at him anymore as she unbuttoned her fly. Her hand was pumping faster on his cock. The more excited she got, the more important it seemed that he not think she was a tease. She realized that she was hoping this would happen again. Did she imagine him as some sort of secret lover? Maybe not so secret, she thought, as her other hand slid down the front of her pants, pressing against her pussy through her basic white panties.

"Do you like it, Mister Heller?" she whispered. "Does it feel good?"

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Brant unconsciously licked his lips as he watched Miranda's hand move down the front of her pants, rubbing herself. The thought that she was pleasuring herself while thinking about him, pleasuring herself because he told her to, made his cock stiffen even more. He could feel her hand pumping up and down his shaft faster and faster.

"Do you like it, Mister Heller?" she whispered. "Does it feel good?"

"It feels fantastic, Miranda" he responded, nodding his head. "You are so incredible! So beautiful..."

As he spoke, Brant moved a half step closer to the buxom blond, the swollen head of his cock poking briefly against her bare chest.

"Stand up," he instructed her, glancing quickly at the door before his eyes locked on hers.

 

[mirandavillere]

Her hand slid faster and faster along the shaft of his cock, and she felt her pussy quivering, taut and wet, waiting for him in a way she had never wanted anyone. He pushed towards her, pressing the head of his cock against her bare breast, so hot it felt like it would leave a mark on her soft skin.

She beamed up at him when he said she was beautiful. She squeezed his shaft tighter, blushing as the thought struck her that she was doing exactly the thing that everyone had been accusing her of. She was jerking off her teacher in the middle of the day and was so turned on by it.

He told her to stand and she did, feeling the tip of his cock gliding against her body, resting against her belly as she stroked, more slowly, her wrist at an awkward angle until she changed her grip. Her jeans sank down, tight enough that they did not slide all the way down, but slipped partway down her ass, exposing the back of her little white boyshorts.

She wished she had worn something sexier, but how was she to know this would happen?

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Brant couldn't take his eyes off of Miranda, the swell of her firm breasts as they practically burst out of her shirt, her smooth, tan tummy, the flush of her cheeks, the sparkle in her eyes as she continued to stroke his cock, the way her mouth parted slightly as if she wanted to say something. Her lips looked so soft, and wet and he found himself wanting to know what they tasted like. A moment later he was kissing her, his arm slipping around her waist, pulling her close against his body.

As he let his tongue glide into Miranda's mouth, Brant pulled her toward the side of the class room so that no one could see them through the small window in the door. As he felt himself back against the wall, the teacher turned the sexy blond, pushing her back against the wall. He raised his free hand to her tits, fondling them almost frantically, as he continued to kiss her.

"You are incredible," he said as his lips moved from her mouth, down to Miranda's neck. As he sucked on the soft flesh there, Brant pinched one of her nipples hard, pulling on it.

 

[mirandavillere]

As she stood up, he kissed her, and she melted in his arms. He pushed her against the wall, and she squeezed his cock tighter in her hand. Her arm slipped around his neck, holding him close, keeping his lips pressed against hers. Playing with her pussy was fine, but this was so much more important. Her tongue slid and dance around his in an intensely passionate kiss.

His hands found her breasts, and she arched her back, pushing them up to him. Every frantic squeeze and tug on her nipples seemed to send jolts of pleasure through her body. Then he was kissing her neck, and she ran her fingers through her hair, moaning softly, "Yes, Mister Heller, yes."

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Brant could feel his heart racing faster and faster as his lips moved slowly down and around Miranda's neck, and back up the other side, ending at her ear lobe. His skin seemed to be on fire, and his breathing was becoming shorter, more labored, punctuated by soft gasps and moans. Each stroke of the young blond's hand up and down the length of his pulsing cock pushed him closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

As he heard Miranda call his name out, Brant lowered his mouth down to her impressive breasts, sucking gently on her nipples. He let his tongue twirl around her areolae as he lifted her breasts up to his mouth. Then, without taking his attention from her chest, Brant slid a hand down to the front of her pants, slipping it beneath the waistband of her pants, and into her panties, pushing his fingertips down between her legs.

 

[mirandavillere]

As his lips surrounded her sensitive nipple, Miranda let out a low moan. It was too much, much too much, having this handsome older man touching her like this. She knew she shouldn't make any noise, but she couldn't hold it in. And then his fingers slipped under her panties, she blushed as she felt them slide over the soft fuzz that she barely had to trim, and find her swollen, sopping lips. His touch on her clit made her whole body jerk, and only his grip kept her from crumpling to the ground.

Her fingers clenched into tight fists, until she heard him gasp and realized she was still holding his cock. She relaxed her grip, moaning louder, stroking him faster. She knew she was close and she held onto him tight with the arm around his shoulders.

"Oh God Mr. Heller," she moaned. "I'm gonna...."

Before she could finish her sentence, the bell rang. They pulled away from eachother, panic in their eyes not quite enough to chase away the lust. She pulled her top up, covering her breasts but doing nothing to cover how hard her nipples were. She knew her whole face must be scarlet with embarrassment as she buttoned her jeans.

She turned to him, not sure quite what to say. There was so many things racing through her mind, and her whole body seemed to be humming with desire. Before she could say anything, the door banged open as his next class started to come in. She could see their suspicion in the smirks they wore, but she didn't think there was anything too obvious.

"See you later," she mumbled to Mr. Heller, and scooped her things off the desk, hurrying for the door.

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

As he'd begun to tease her clit with his fingers, Brant felt Miranda respond by stroking his cock even faster. Each time her hand slid up over the swollen head of his cock, he could feel himself moving closer and closer to orgasm. The whole situation seemed almost surreal. He still couldn't believe that he was standing in his class room in the middle of a crowded school, with one of his students, his face pressed between her breasts, his hand down the front of her pants, while she stroked his cock.

As he tried to wrap his head around the reality of the experience, Brant felt the throbbing of his cock begin to intensify and he realized that he was just a few strokes away from climax. He wondered if he should say something to Miranda. He didn't want her to stop.

"Oh God Mr. Heller, I'm gonna..." he heard Miranda say, as if reading his mind. Unfortunately, she never got to finish the thought, the loud peel of the school bell signaling the end of the period, and breaking the spell that the teacher and his student had been under.

Brant immediately pulled his hand from Miranda's pants, as he backed away from her, realizing that the orgasm that had been just a stroke of her hand away wasn't going to come. He fumbled to return his rigid cock to his pants as he watched her cover her breasts and button her pants. He was scared and embarrassed and disappointed all at the same time, and he couldn't help but wonder what Miranda was thinking at that moment.

He didn't get a chance to ask her, the door opening just moments after he zipped his pants up, students beginning to file in. Miranda grabbed her things and said goodbye without looking at him. With the eyes of the other students on him, Brant didn't have a choice. He had to let her go.

Frustrated, he turned away from her and the other students, hoping no one would notice the still prominent erection in his pants as he made his way back to his desk. He eased into the chair and did his best to try to regain his composure before his next class started, thoughts of the beautiful blond still racing through his mind.

 

[mirandavillere]

The rest of the day was torture. The rumor that was circulating about why she had gotten the position as his student assistant was disturbingly close to the truth, and the other students in her classes were taking no prisoners. Though she was fairly sure that noone really knew anything, she felt herself blushing again and again as people asked questions about it. As if that weren't bad enough, her nipples kept standing up every time she thought about what had happened.

Through the course of the day, she went from being convinced that she had to stop what was happening, to being desperate to feel his hands on her again and back, what seemed like a hundred times. When the bell finally rang at the end of the day, she went to her locker and left all her books. She remembered she had to get her hoodie from the office, but found herself stopping as she walked by his room.

He was just sitting at his desk, looking at some papers, and she felt a hot rush of desire. She knew she should go get her shirt and catch the bus and go home and try to forget him, but she couldn't make herself turn away. She went into his room, slowly walking to his desk. She leaned over a little to see what he was doing, but just as she did he looked up.

"Hi," she said, and felt herself smiling uncontrollably. "Are you doing anything?"

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

The final couple of hours of the school day seemed to last an eternity for Brant, as he struggled to maintain his composure while teaching class. He was either unable, or unwilling to focus his thoughts on anything other than his illicit encounter with the beautiful, young Miranda. An encounter which had ended much too abruptly, leaving him aching for some resolution.

He still couldn't quite come to grips with the reality of what had happened between them. She was a student, and barely eighteen years old. It wasn't as if he'd never found any of his previous students attractive, or fantasized about the idea, but this wasn't some abstract schoolgirl porn movie fantasy, this was the real thing...a real person.

When the final bell of the day rang, Brant breathed an audible sigh of relief, sinking down into his desk chair as if defeated by the stress and strain of the day. Anxious to get home, he immediately dove into the stack of paperwork on his desk, hoping to knock all of his administrative tasks out as quickly as possible. He signed off on two documents regarding late registrants for his classes and placed them in his back pack before his mind began to wander back to Miranda.

Alone in the class room for the first time since she had left, Brant took a moment to indulge himself, letting his mind drift back to their encounter...the smell of her hair, the softness of her skin...the sounds of her moans as he'd moved his hand down between her legs...the feel of her hand on his cock as she stroked it...

"Hi. Are you doing anything?" he heard someone ask.

Glancing up from his desk, he was pleasantly surprised to see Miranda standing by his desk. His eyes darted briefly to the front of her shirt, the tops of her breasts visible as she leaned toward him. He hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by her appearance. When he finally answered, he tried his best to sound casual, "Nothing really. Just trying to finish up some paperwork."

Smiling at her, Brant pushed his chair back from the desk slightly, turning to face her as he leaned back. "I didn't really expect to see you again today," he admitted. "But I'm glad you stopped by." He wasn't sure why he said it, even though it was true. It wasn't as if he had any idea what he expected to happen next, or knew what to say to her.

"I haven't been able to get you off my mind all day," he finally confessed, his voice quiet.

 

[mirandavillere]

For a few moments, he seemed to act as if nothing had happened. She found herself with a lump in her throat. Had she done something wrong? Had she imagined the whole thing? Was it such a common thing that he didn't think it worth mentioning what had happened that morning?

Then he said, "I haven't been able to get you off my mind all day."

She breathed a huge sigh of relief, and gave him a weak smile. Now that she was here, though, she wasn't at all sure what to do. She looked over her shoulder at the open door, the hall still bustling with students getting ready to leave. She should be out there, going to catch her bus, going home, and never leaving again, but she was here, with Mr. Heller. She wanted to feel his hands on her again. She wanted to feel his lips on hers. She wanted to feel his cock so much the thought of it made her nipples stiffen and her face flush with excitement.

"Mister Heller," she said, but couldn't think what else to say. There was too much she wanted to do that she couldn't, but there was nothing she wanted to say. "I should go if I'm going to get on my bus."

It wasn't what she wanted at all, but how could she say what she wanted? She turned and took a step towards the door. Then she turned back to him. "I could meet you somewhere. If you wanted."

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Brant felt like a fool after his admission to Miranda, even more so when she didn't respond in kind. Not that he should have expected her to. For all he knew, the reason she'd come by the class was to tell him that she'd made a mistake, to tell him that she was transferring out of his class, to tell him that he shouldn't have done what he'd done. Not that he needed her to tell him that. He knew it was wrong. It was wrong to have put her in this situation, wrong to have given in to the temptation that he'd felt, wrong to have let it go as far as it had, wrong to have let his eyes linger on the curves of her breasts, like he was doing at that very moment as she leaned toward him.

As he started to say something to try to break the silence, he realized that the blond's nipples were hard, pressing against the thin fabric of her tank top. Shocked, his eyes moved up to her face, trying to read her expression. Her cheeks were flushed slightly and he noticed her glance at the doorway. Instinctively, his eyes moved back down to her nipples, his mind flashing back to earlier in the day when he had asked her to pull down her top, the image of her perfect breasts still fresh. he wanted to see them again, to touch them, to suck on those nipples...

"Mister Heller," Miranda said, her voice tentative. "I should go if I'm going to get on my bus."

Brant knew he shouldn't let her leave without saying something to her. He knew that if he did he would probably regret it, and yet he still wasn't sure what to say to her. He didn't want to pressure her into doing something she wasn't ready for, and yet...

As he saw her start toward the door, he popped up out of his chair, determined to say something, but before he could she turned back to him, ""I could meet you somewhere. If you wanted."

"When? Where?" he responded without hesitation, his voice clear. "It probably wouldn't be good for you to be seen coming to my house." The truth was, it wouldn't be good for them to be seen anywhere together, but for Brant, there was no going back. He knew it. At this point, he was willing to risk whatever he had to.