Engaging the Student

"Is it possible to speak with you after classes end today?" I heard asked quietly amid the din of students moving in out at the end of class.

I looked up to find Ms. Amelia Corte looking somewhat expectantly at me across my lab bench. She is a petite young 19 year old senior Biology student with a tight physique, firm uplifted B cup breasts, a flat muscular stomach, which is usually visible in her ubiquitous crop tops, and a nice round ass. She clearly worked out. Pilates or spin classes most likely. Possibly yoga? She was very taut.

Today she had on a very short (!) skirt and thigh high multi-coloured socks which accentuated her shapely legs. She was in a word noticeable and gorgeous. Ok, that is two words. Hard to reduce her to only one. She was a a real beauty. She had beautiful large dark brown eyes, smooth olive coloured skin, and long flowing dark hair, though today it was up in a somewhat playful ponytail.

She stared at me, waiting. She was, somewhat oddly, slightly red in the face though this morning. Rosy cheeks like she had been jogging (she hadn't) or perhaps embarrassed or nervous about something? There were other more naughty thoughts that suddenly floated up about what could cause a beautiful rosy hue in a gorgeous young woman's face. Perhaps this was a spreading blush across her body from her clit and spasming vaginal muscles in response to a body wracking orgasm, reaching final expression in her face.

What was I thinking? I tamped those thoughts down before they became expressed in my body! Man, I needed to get laid. Such were the occupational hazards of working in a high school. Lots of nubile young things traipsing around in next to nothing. Focus. I needed to focus.

"Of course Ms Corte, that would be fine. Is everything ok" I stammered coming back to reality and realizing that I had been staring at her for a just beat too long. Had she caught me checking her out? She smiled demurely, nodded in the affirmative, turned, and left as the rest of class continued to file out at the end of the period. I briefly wondered what that was about as I surreptitiously took a parting glance at her exquisite ass moving out the door.

Was she wearing underwear? There were no lines in the skirt. Perhaps a Thong? I needed to focus on the next task at hand; another class was entering. Focus. I needed to focus.

I had almost completely forgotten about the after school meeting when I saw her walking down the hallway to my room. While I would not have headed home yet, I would most likely been out of my room if she had come by five minutes later. I hope it will be quick, I thought eyeing the pile of papers to mark and knowing I still had a lab to set up for tomorrow.

She knocked on the door and I waved her in. She sat down in the first row and crossed her legs. I could not help but notice how high her skirt ran up her legs.

"So what is it I can help with Amelia?" I asked.

"Thanks for meeting with me. I was wondering if I could get some extra paid tutoring help?"

"Well, Amelia, as you know it is a matter of department policy that I don't tutor my own students for money; I am happy to help them anytime however, but a paid tutor relationship is something I don't do within my own school."

She sat for a second and looked a bit deflated.

"Well this would be different. It would not be tutoring of biology as we are studying it,'"she added. Then she paused. I waited for her to collect her thoughts and to continue. She was slightly reddened in the cheeks. Again. The colour looked good on her. She looked a bit flushed. I was intrigued.

"The help or tutoring is not of a 'traditional' nature. Besides, I couldn't and wouldn't just go to anyone about this. And I will be able to pay." She blurted these sentences all together. She was nervous and this was not at all in character.

"Relax Amelia. Now tell me what this is all about. If I know all the facts I can make an informed decision."

"So it is isn't a no?" She asked, suddenly simultaneously relieved and excited.

"Normally it would be a no, but I need more info. How would it be any different?" I paused and now waited for her to continue. Just what was this about?

"I need some extra help or tutoring with a particular set of issues, definitely biological in nature, but just not what we study in class. So while I know you would help me without charge for the curricular content, this is'"she paused, "this would not be considered strictly curricular." As she said this she looking up straight into my eyes. Quite despite everything and completely involuntarily my cock started to swell. Fortunately, I was sitting down so there was no way this was noticed. I jokingly thought to myself 'What did my cock know that I didn't'? Just what was this about?

I waited for her to continue. "Go on," I prompted.

"It is a little awkward of a request," she began, "You know I am off to university in the fall?" I nodded my affirmation. She was a bright ambitious young woman off to study biology with the intent of a medical career down the road. I had no doubt she would get there. She was very capable. A great student and a joy to teach I think my last report had stated.

She continued, "Well, I want to be prepared as best I can for life there. I feel I am well prepped for the academic side of things thanks to you! But, I am not sure I am ready for some of the" she hesitated, '"or the social expectations". She waited for me to respond.

I was still not clear what she was about here. I looked at her quizzically.

"You have lots of friends from what I have observed." I said matter of factly. Back to her, I thought in my mind.

"Yes, but there are certain aspects of being social that I need some expert coaching on. And my perception is that you could be that expert."

"Ok, I am pleased you came to me for help, but I think you need to be more clear here Amelia. How can I help? You know teen social groups especially those on social media, are not my forte." I laughed. "How can I help? Specifically."

She cleared her throat. "I need help with understanding and performing," she paused again. This was hard for her. Almost as hard as I was getting.

"Performing'" she repeated, "certain biological functions related to my sexuality." She stopped.

There was tension now; it was palpable. I needed to break it.

"Are you asking for help to understand the biology of sex?" I queried, my shaft continuing to swell. "Would that not have been covered in your Phys.ed classes?" I asked, knowing somewhat intuitively she was talking about something else. I was trying to draw it out of her.

She nodded briskly in the affirmative. She followed quickly, but firmly, like my shaft was currently, with "Yes, but also in the doing". My erection was total now and somewhat painful to be honest, confined as it was. Now that she admitted that gem she forged ahead, undaunted. The flood gates opened. She finally came to it at last, what it was she was asking for.

She continued at a very fast pace. The first thing she divulged was that she was a virgin (!). She said that while she had had opportunities to sleep with guys, and girls for that matter, she had not 'given it up' to anyone yet, as she put it. And while she had seen two different cocks, she didn't really know her way around them; a couple of pulls and the boys had cum so fast, she explained. She wondered if she was doing something wrong. I said it was likely their inexperience not hers. She said she wasn't so sure and besides she realized she wanted and needed to know how to work a cock like an expert.

"I figured a grown man would know his own equipment and know how to use it," she offered. I nodded my agreement -- hell she wasn't wrong!

Furthermore, the guys her age had no interest in making her cum. It seems all the 'sex' they wanted was about themselves. Once they came, they didn't care anymore. On top of that, one of the boys had called her cold, icy, frigid when she had refused him intercourse. She was adamant that she was not cold nor icy. She just not ready nor had been excited enough by him to want to fuck him. She just found the boys her age to be idiots, only interested in their own limited pleasure. I could see that she was full of passion and that it just needed the right coaxing to bring it out of her. Only an idiot or a teenage boy couldn't see that. She continued that she wants to be ready to explore her sexuality fully. She wanted to be a woman in all ways. She wants to hit the ground running when she moves away. No steep learning curve.

"But, why me?" I asked.

"I feel I can trust you. I don't really trust the boys my age to keep anything quiet. They are all about bragging. I would just be a notch on a belt or headboard. I know you will be discrete. You won't want this getting out anymore than I will. It could ruin both of us. We will be mutually beneficial in this. We both want our good reputations kept intact. I suspect your knowledge will be excellent. And I kinda look forward to the practical 'work'." I could hear the quotation marks around that last word.

"And last but certainly not least, I always found you", she paused, "kinda hot. A lot of girls do by the way. I am not sure you know that. I've been attracted to you for a long time." She blushed a deep scarlet but did not move her eyes from mine. Confidence! She had it in spades. I began to wonder if she would go that colour after orgasming.

"Besides, I sometimes see how you watched some of us seniors." I began to protest.

"No, no, don't deny it. And it is ok. Really. I am sure it is hard." And it was, in more ways than one. Did she mean the double entendre?

"You are super discrete. No one else even suspects. So please don't worry! You are very careful. But I have seen those quick sidelong glances or very short peeks down our shirts as you walk around the class. It must be an occupational hazard. Young nubile sexually charged teens on the cusp of womanhood! Dozens a day! Please don't worry, your secret is safe. Besides, I dress on purpose just for you sometimes. I like how to check me out. It makes me," she paused, "a bit horny to be honest."

I must have looked taken aback. She sought to calm me. However, what she said next only served to further my hard on.

"This 'arrangement' if we make one, would allow you to finally have your way with one of us. Me, specifically, since you asked. Isn't that one of your fantasies? Be honest! To have one of us kneel in front of you and suck you off? For you to suck and fuck one of your seniors on the cusp of womanhood? To take one of us while still a virgin? It would be a win-win!", she finished.

To be honest it WAS hard (double entendre intended!) and it would be a win-win. And of course it was a long standing a secret fantasy of mine, never ever articulated. She wasn't wrong on that count. Each year I would in my own mind identify the young women in each of my grade 12 classes that I would want to bang singly or in pairs. Young women who I would violate and deflower. There were usually more than a few per class. Of course, I never did. It was just a fantasy always in my head. Some had been quite elaborate! I had spilled more semen over these young hotties than I cared to admit. In my fantasies it was often literally all over them! But it was all in my head. How did she know? How did she know me so well?

I breathed out slowly. Was I that transparent? I considered her arguments. I considered her. I felt she had me cornered. I eyed her up and down. I pretended to consider thoughtfully. But let's face it, this was a no fucking brainer! I paused to at least give the appearance of deliberation. In my head: One one thousand, two one thousand. I didn't want to appear too eager! I was a teacher after all about to agree to help a student explore her sexuality through the use of my own. Something usually looked down upon. On the other hand I was to realize the ultimate fantasy, taking one of my young eager students, to feel, probe, suck and fuck. To take her maidenhead and make her a woman. I slowly nodded my ascension. I would do this for and with the young virginal Amelia. I would take her as she would take me.

"Ok, ok, I think we can work something out here Amelia to our mutual benefit as you put it." I said.

"So what are the things you want help with?" I asked.

"Well," she considered for a moment formulating her list, "giving a good handjob and blowjob for a start. I also want to know how it feels to have a cock inside me, to feel a man cum within me." She was quite forthright and clear in her request. Her words continued as an aphrodisiac, my cock was stiff, in need of 'release'.

Over the next few minutes we fleshed out what she wanted, the gist of what I had agreed to was that I as to be paid for helping to 'school' a young woman in the ways of sex: to give her lessons on foreplay, how to play with a man's cock and balls, to give a proper handjob, blow job, to receive a cock both vaginally and anally; the proper use of her mouth, cunt and kegel muscles; in short to excel at sex. In turn I would play with her genitals and help coach her in her own anatomical needs and desires.

We would embark on a 'program of study' that would see her technically deflowered by me, to use an old fashioned expression, but in a real sense it would be more of a blossoming of this adolescent into a sexually confident young woman. My mind raced to the opening her 'petals'. I was only too happy to play my role. I was a feminist after all.

But before all of that I had one question for my young amanuensis: "How well do you get yourself off? Do you use any toys?" A good teacher is an informed teacher. I needed a starting point; a self diagnostic if you will. What could she tell me about her own sexual self awareness.

"I can make myself cum sometimes, but I don't use any toys; at least not yet." She looked up expectantly at me. Was this real? I found myself asking and not for the last time today!

I nodded my understanding and add ''It is something we can explore for sure," and then asked provocatively, "Let me ask, are you wet right now?" She blushed again and nodded slowly, her eyes locked on mine.

"Can I see?" I asked

"What, right now?" She peered nervously down the empty hall.

"Just a sign? I want to know if talking about sex turns you on. I need to know your turn ons; what it is I am working with. Think of this as a diagnostic, like we do in class. So I see where to start and how to pace the lessons to get maximum benefit. Look, I'll go first."

I stood up and walked in front of my lab bench and stood directly in front of where she sat. Her face was about a foot from my obvious hard-on bulging against my confining pants.

"See, this conversation has been a bit of a turn on for me", I stated matter of factly gesturing to the obvious raging hard on in my pants. I looked down at her. She was staring wide eyed at my crotch. She raised her hand to touch my cock through my pants. She hesitated.

"It is ok, but just a touch." I instructed with the unspoken 'For Now' left dangling. She hesitated only briefly and then gently rubbed along my hard length through my pants. She started to stroke and caress me. She found my head through the cloth and rubbed. I looked through my door and down the hallway. It was empty but anyone could have seen this if they were there and cared to look. Not sure how I would explain this! She hand was quite unmistakably rubbing my cock through my pants. Her hand started for my zipper. She wanted to see more. She was bold.

"Not here. Not yet." I said. Her hand slowly went down taking a lingering moment to caress and then squeeze my cock.

"Now you show me." I commanded as I moved in front of her and dropped to my knees in front of her desk. Her legs were still fixed together. My head was level with her seat. A perfect spot to see view her crotch.

"It is ok," I said reassuringly and placing my hands on her knees. She hesitated only briefly and then, having made a clear and resolute decision, opened her legs wide with a sudden and dramatic flare. I was in! I peered along her silky smooth thighs to her white lace thong. I was right about the thong! It was visibly wet right at her pussy as compared to the rest of her rather skimpy underwear. A slightly darker patch of white. Beautiful. Underneath, I could see her dark alluring bush. I reached my hand between and along her smooth taut thighs. Whatever exercise she did works for her, I thought. I was also thinking how I was looking forward to having those muscular legs wrapped around the small of my back pulling me into her!

'"May I?" I asked hesitating just short of her actual snatch. She nodded quickly. I moved my hand in to touch her.

Glorious was that first anticipated touch of this young woman's pussy albeit through her white virginal underwear. That initial moment was one I long savoured and long remembered. I had to have these panties as a remembrance.

She tensed ever so slightly as I quickly felt the wetness of her. I rubbed her very gently. My fingers were immediately damp with her essence. As I rubbed she moved intuitively against my fingers in a slight grinding motion. I moved them up and down and up, finding her clit. I rubbed around it and on it. She squirmed in her seat, moving her hand down onto mine, helping me to feel her.

God, I wanted to see her no doubt puffy labia and her engorged clit. I could feel her love button under my thumb. Oh to have my tongue flicking on that! She seemed to melt and ground down further on my hand. I rubbed and teased her a bit more.

Her breathing had changed. I looked up to see she had closed her eyes and was in the beginning of ecstasy. I slowly pulled my hand back. Her eyes opened. I read pure lust in those pupils. Beautiful papillary response I thought. I pulled my hand away from her wetness and up to my nose and sniffed her from my fingers. She was somewhat mesmerised by this.

"Can I have your wet thong?" I asked her. She cocked her head, smiled mischievously and nodded. She was clearly enjoying this.

"Absolutely, do you want it right now?" She asked. My turn to smile. I nodded wryly and she moved to pull up her short skirt. I looked down the hallway while she did this. If someone were watching there was no mistaking what she was doing: she was taking off her wet panties for her current teacher as he had requested. What was I doing?

"Can you help?" She purred. I looked down to see she had successfully shimmied and moved her thong down her legs just below her knees. I kneeled down to help move them off her feet so they didn't touch to floor. They were clean after all, albeit somewhat recently moistened, but clean. I retrieved them from her ankles lifting her legs up one at a time to pull them free. Removing her panties was to be a repeatedly manoeuvre over the cumming days. I glanced up towards her crotch again and this time I was staring into her now bare honeypot. Alluring and inviting. Wet and warm and now bare for me to see. This time I could clearly see her trimmed bush. It was my turn to be mesmerized.

Clearly we needed to get each other off but not right here, or at least not in full view of the hallway, though there was a certain excitement about that idea. Being naughty had its allure. I thought of a plan.

"Good. Thanks. So I can keep this?" I repeated. "A souvenir and a bit of a down payment in a way." I held them up to my face, closed my eyes and and breathed them in. When I opened them again she was starting at me with a look that could only be described as smouldering horniness. She was definitely turned on. I moved to place them on my bench, careful to lay them out leaving them in full view, wet spot facing up. There was no mistaking what it was: A young woman's wet thong. The evidence of this debauchery was clear on my bench. It was a fucking turn on for both of us. A taunt unbeknownst to anyone and everyone that this was happening, right now, today.