Authors note: everyone involved in this work of fiction is aged 18 or over.
The warm summer sun bled through the classroom windows, bathing everything within in a warm glow. This was the last day of school for these students, they knew it and the teacher knew it. Instead of trying to teach one final lesson, Miss Catherine Hackett had just put on a movie and left the eighteen year olds to their own devices. In ten minutes everyone in the room would go their separate ways. The students would all disperse into the dying daylight, running to a night of partying and drinking themselves under the table until school was nothing but a faded memory in the backs of their minds. Miss Hackett, however, would spend another hour by herself in her classroom tidying up and locking everything before finally skulking off to her one bedroom apartment and celebrating with a solitary bottle of wine.
The sweltering heat had Miss Hackett dabbing at her head with a tissue, catching the occasional bead of sweat before it fell into her jade green eyes. The heat had other effects of course, but none so easily managed, her colleagues probably wouldn't appreciate her shedding her thin jumper and showing her small, firm breasts and their pink areola to the world. She hated her breasts. Miss Hackett looked up from her desk and gazed casually at the females in the room. Why could they have huge breasts that all the boys and male teachers ogled at whenever they walked by and she couldn't? She thought bitterly before dropping her eyes to an unmarked book in front of her. Miss Hackett was by no means an unattractive woman; she was quite tall and had long, smooth legs that she hid behind smart black trousers. She had a fair complexion and fiery red hair that hung untidily around her head and stopped just before hitting her shoulders. She may not have been unattractive, but the men weren't lining up to fuck her. The only relief she had had in the past three months had been her own fingers inside of her.
"Miss, how much more of this do we have to take before we can leave?" Shouted a voice from the back of the classroom. Miss Hackett jolted out of her musings and dropped the pen she was holding. She looked up and saw David Fisher facing her with a quizzical look on his face.
"The clock is there, David. I'm sure you should have been taught how to tell the time by now." Replied Miss Hackett sarcastically, earning a faint batch of giggles from the class. David Fisher was one of the brightest students in her class, he had a small head of jet black hair and ocean blue eyes. He may have been the smartest, but he was no weedy bookworm. David was almost as tall as she was and had a muscular frame that showed through the faded crimson jumpers that the uniform demanded.
"Well, you could have at least picked a film that wasn't shit!" replied David.
"You're not out of this school yet mister, and if I remember rightly, swearing results in a ten minute detention." Laughed Miss Hackett, taking a small amount of evil glee in making David miss ten minutes of the rest of his life. David simply groaned and then dropped his head onto his desk.
Miss Hackett glanced over her shoulder at the movie and quietly gasped to herself. From what she could make out from her strange angle, the hero of the film was currently rolling around naked with his love interest. Miss Hackett could imagine it... the warmth of his breath on her neck... the intense jolts of pleasure that would rip up her spine when he grasped her breasts... the sheer bliss as his cock dove deep into the depths of her... damn she thought, quickly turning back to the book. She could feel a distinctive damp spot growing between her legs. Just at that moment, the bell echoed across the classroom, meeting the chorus of cheers from the people in the room who were no longer students. She paused the film from her laptop and turned off the projector.
"Goodbye everyone, have fun in your new lives! I'm sure you're almost as glad to see the back of me as I am to see the back of you!" shouted Miss Hackett, a little flustered with the tingly moistness in her panties. After a few minutes of the ex-students saying goodbye to her, the room as empty. Empty except for her and David.
"Do I really have to stay Miss?" asked David meekly, peering up from the table.
"Yes David. School rules I'm afraid." Replied Miss Hackett quietly, staring at the screen of her laptop. The film was paused at a moment where she could quite clearly see the bare chest of the hero. She had to resist the urge to trace the outlines of his pectorals with her finger. Miss Hackett could feel the sticky warmth getting more and more noticeable in her pants. As David again groaned and dropped his head to the desk, she couldn't help but slowly move her right hand down and position the pen at the top of her pants. With a cautionary glance upwards to ensure that David could not see what was happening behind the thick wood of her desk, she pushed the pen past her trousers and into her panties. She had to supress a moan of pleasure as the cool plastic made contact with the heated, puffy pink lips of her pussy. Ever so slowly she pushed the pen further and further down until it had reached the lowest part of her lips, she then began to move the pen up and down. Bolts of pleasure were rumbling in her thighs and spine... getting more and more intense.
"Miss...? Are you ok?" enquired the voice of David. The effect was similar to a bucket of cold water being thrown on her. She suddenly bit hard on the knuckle she didn't know she was nibbling. What was she doing!? She quickly pulled the pen out of her pants, banging her hand on the desk.
"Ah! N-nothing! I mean... I'm fine! T-thank you, David," Yelled Miss Hackett nervously, "You can g-go now." She quickly dropped the pen on her desk and pointed towards the door. David had a very confused look on his face as he picked up his bags and walked towards the door. As he had one hand on the handle he turned to Miss Hackett,
