Rebecca surveyed herself in the mirror of the girl's bathroom on the second floor, licking her lips in anticipation. Five minutes till the end of lunch. Five minutes until her History lesson. Five minutes until she got to see Mr Tate again.
It was two days since their last tryst in the storage room. Whenever she had seen him in school since then it was always in the middle of a crowded corridor, and they'd had no chance to speak. One time they had passed by each other. All that had happened was that she looked up at him feverishly, walking as close by to him as possible. She had been scared that he would completely ignore her like last time, but instead he met her gaze for a split second, and gave her the smallest smile. Though it lasted no time at all, her breath was taken away, and she walked to Geography with her head scrambled and butterflies in her stomach.
But now she was about to spend an entire hour in his company, in the same room where they had fucked not once, but twice. She closed her eyes a second, remembering his mouth on hers, his fingers on her skin, his body between her legs. As a gaggle of Year 7 girls walked in she was brought from her reverie, and she gathered her stuff up in time for the bell to ring. She headed down to the History corridor, with her insides clenched, and her knickers damp.
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Jon walked through the room, laying out textbooks in every other space of the desk, until he came to stop at the back table. He lay down a final textbook and then ran his hand along it, remembering Rebecca's beautiful pale body splayed across it, contorted with pleasure. He shook his head to stop the images, and readjusted his trousers to tuck his erection into his waistband. He hadn't slept much in the past few days, both because he had been tortured, beating himself up for making the same mistake yet again, and because he was being driven crazy by the memories of Rebecca. She was like a drug to him, anything that happened between them didn't satiate his desire for her, but just seemed to make him want her more. When he had passed her in the corridor the other day he was captivated by her, and as much as he wanted to stay away from her, when he looked down at her bright eyes, her full lips parted with desire, he knew he wouldn't be able to. He decided that instead of running away from the situation, he needed to control it. The bell rang and he steeled himself, trying to get ready for the next hour. Having Rebecca in this room wasn't going to be easy. But he had a plan. He walked to the front of the room to write out a note, before class came in.
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Rebecca joined the front of the queue behind her friends. She took a deep steadying breath as the class began to file in to the room, and smoothed her shirt over her stomach, regretting it immediately. Even her own touch was exciting her hypersensitive skin. She clenched her thighs together as she walked into the classroom, catching sight of Mr Tate.
He stood, tall and broad, at the front of the classroom. He was calling out instructions in his deep voice, holding a register in his hand and checking off pupils as they entered. He looked up to check Rebecca off, and she blushed and squirmed slightly. He licked his lip a fraction, before looking down and checking her off. But that wasn't before Rebecca saw the look in his eyes. He was thinking the same things as her, she was sure of it. She passed by closer to him than necessary, before taking her seat in the middle of the room.
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Jon could feel the heat radiating off of her as she passed by him, and could smell her on the air. He felt his dick getting harder. It felt like it took all his energy not to grab her then and there, and he struggled for a good 10 seconds before remembering what the pupil behind her was called. He just prayed his trousers would last the rest of the lesson.
***
With great difficulty, Jon began to teach, and Rebecca tried to listen. He avoided looking at her the entire time he was at the front of the class, but she understood why. Staring at him, she was learning absolutely nothing about the Romonov family. All she could do was watch the bunching of his arms beneath his shirt as he wrote on the board, the planes of his chest move as he gesticulated to the classroom, his long fingers pointing across the timeline on the wall.
Jon was aware of her presence the entire time, and his focus strayed now and then when he could feel her eyes on him. He tried to conceal his crotch at much as possible, ever aware of his growing arousal at simply being in the same room as her.
Thirty minutes in, he set an individual task for all the pupils to do, and watched as Rebecca, like the others, bent her head obediently over the desk to focus. He walked to his desk, taking a note from it and slipping it into the pages of a textbook, and then carried it with him as he wandered round the classroom checking pupils work.
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Rebecca saw in her periphery vision Jon walking round the classroom, and she felt his eyes on her. Her whole body was alight, her nipples growing hard and rubbing against her bra. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, and just as she scraped her hair to one side of her neck, she heard John's voice behind her.
"I think that's my textbook I've given you there Rebecca, can we swap?"
Her head snapped up to look at him. His voice was perfectly conversational, if anything overly formal, but now that she was looking into his eyes she saw a significance in what he was saying. She said nothing, merely picking up the textbook with shaky hands and passing it to him. As he took it from her, his fingertips brushed the back of her hand, and her whole body tingled deliciously. He smiled and walked away to the front of the room again.
Exhaling shakily, she opened her new book up to the pages they had been working from, and found a small folded note inside. She looked up to see Mr Tate watching her. Glancing round, none of her classmates were looking in her direction whatsoever, all intent on their work. She pulled the note out and lay it on her lap, checking around her once again before opening it up. In his neat, slanted writing, it read.
"Meet me in room 5e of the music block at 4pm tonight. Tear this note up and put it in the bin if you've understood and can make it."
She looked up at where he was now sat at his desk, watching her solemnly. Looking into his eyes, she slowly tore the note up, and the corner of his mouth drew up to a slight smile. She stood up as gracefully as her shaking legs would allow her, and walked to the bin at the side of the classroom, aware of his eyes on her as he did. Most of the note landed in the bin, but a few fragments landed on the floor next to it, and she smiled to herself at this opportunity. Without bending her legs, she folded her body down so that her hands could snatch the note. She felt her pleated black school skirt slide further up her legs as she did so, skimming the very tops of her bare white thighs. She resisted the urge to shimmy while she was down there, instead bringing herself upright and dropping the rest of the paper into the bin, she turned and walked back to her seat, looking up at Jon. His eyes had darkened and his jaw was clenched, and she smiled mischievously at him as she felt her knickers get wetter and wetter.
The lesson continued, and Jon did not stand up for the entire rest of the twenty minutes. As the class filed out he nodded at each of them, dismissing them by name. As Rebecca walked past him he offered her a quiet, "I'll see you soon Rebecca". She bit her lip and smiled at him as she left the classroom. Only one hour until she needed to be in the music room. She went to form time with damp knickers and an aching pussy. But she guessed that the latter would soon be dealt with.
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