Antoinette looked at herself in the mirror. She appeared the same...innocent, sweet and yet teasingly delicious in her skirt and zip-down the front shirt. Inside, however she felt like a new woman. Completely released from her gilded cage and with a fire spreading throughout her body. She closed her eyes and relived the experience she had just had. The smell of his cum was still on her lips and the taste lingered as if by choice.
She straightened her hair, putting it up again so that it was in its perfect place. She reapplied some lipstick and pinched her cheeks. Turning from side to side, she admired her body in the mirror. Her nipples pleaded with the fabric of her shirt were hard and stiff underneath. Coyly she slid her hand down her skirt and felt how wet she still was and was surprised that her juices were flowing more and more. As she fingered her sweet cunt she ran her other hand over her lips and admired her naughty stance.
Finally she composed herself and walked out of the bathroom. Toni made her way down the hall and she spotted a drinking fountain. She walked slowly because she knew the bell was about to ring and students would be filling the halls. She reached the drinking fountain just as it rang and ever so seductively bent over to let the cool water flow across her lips. She could feel the eyes of the passing guys go directly to the hem of her skirt, which was teasingly high upon the back of her legs. She felt wild and free now that she knew her body belonged to Mr. Lancaster. Her teasing power had heightened and she was thoroughly enjoying it.
She sauntered her way back to her English classroom. Her hips sways with the pounding of her heart and her body felt as though it could melt at any moment. Still, she remained collective and took her time making her way back. She wanted him to wait, thinking and wanting her bad. And he was doing just that.
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From the moment Toni had left the room he was speechless. His skin tingled, his heart sang, his eyes glazed. He could not believe that his lovely and most reserved student had unleashed such a desire in him. His cock was almost completely hard and he could think of nothing more then fucking her right then and there. The thought suddenly jogged his memory and he realized that he had a class of students waiting. He walked in looking very frazzled no doubt, and squeaked out the assignment. The students, paying no less attention then they normally do, muttered about and packed up their things. As the bell rang his heart lept and he started to breathe harder.
Having never had an affair with any of his students, he wasn't quite sure what to do or expect. Should he take her back to his apartment, should he ask her out, should the talk about it..? His mind was a mess and it wasn't thinking too clearly. He mindlessly rustled through papers on his desk but he froze when he hear the door to his classroom creak open. He couldn't bring himself to raise his eyes. The footsteps of her boots came closer and he held his breath.
"Why do you look so frightened Stephen?" a deep voice said from the other side of the desk.
"Oh, Principal Gregory! I'm sorry I just didn't notice you and...um...well it's been a long day hasn't it sir?" He managed to stutter as he relaxed a little in his chair.
