Today had been the last day of class and the whole school knew it. No one even had to tell you it was the last day -- you just knew by the way the air hung bittersweetly. Mr. Harding, being the dutiful teacher he was, had stood in the halls and said his goodbyes to his students and wished his graduating students' good luck in their next endeavors. Now, everyone was nearly gone, except for a few stragglers in the field. Even the teachers had mostly left, and Mr. Harding now had the whole second floor to himself. No one would come here for a long time and now, he could finally enjoy some peace for himself.
It's been a long time since it's been quiet, he thought to himself.
A sudden knock on the door startled him from his peace.
"Come in!" Mr. Harding said, clearing his throat.
Mr. Harding watched as first, a soft blue eye appeared slowly in the doorway, then a head of silky, blonde hair, and finally, a dazzling smile. It was Jess, one of his graduating students.
"Jess! What are you doing here? Everyone's left by now." Mr. Harding said.
"I thought it was normal for students to visit their favorite teachers." she said.
"Come in, come in." the high school English teacher beckoned.
Jess was Mr. Harding's favourite student -- she helped others with her work if they weren't getting it, was respectful to him and to her peers, and they often shared jokes with each other during class. Recently, she had had some trouble with her final English essay, so Mr. Harding had given her an extension and helped develop her arguments outside of class. It might have even helped her get into the school she wanted to go to for university. She would be going away in a couple months, to the distant mountains of British Columbia to study in Victoria. Today, she walked in, and Mr. Harding fought hard to avoid looking at her body. She was wearing a tight blue tank top that hugged her slim body and petite breasts. He recalled how her nipples had stuck out from the fabric earlier that day, seemingly begging for touch during gym class. He recalled how he couldn't stop looking. Her short white skirt stopped well above her knees. It was school policy that all skirts had to stop below the knees, but Mr. Harding never enforced it for her, and Jess knew it. She knew she was hot, and she knew Mr. Harding thought so too.
Jess walked forward up to his desk, her skirt swaying gently. Mr. Harding motioned for her to sit down. She sat down with her legs crossed, showing off her toned legs. The teacher's eyes flicked down towards her legs, down towards the space between them, and just as quickly, he looked back up. She had noticed, of course and smiled flirtatiously. Mr. Harding felt himself flush.
"So, what's up?" Mr. Harding asked, playing it cool.
"Well, mostly I just wanted to say thank you is all -- thanks for all the hard work you've put in this year. It can't be easy managing all of us."
"Of course! It's my pleasure. I love teaching all of you. If you ever need help with anything, I'm here. Don't be afraid to reach out." Mr. Harding said.
Mr. Harding relaxed a little, reassuring himself that she was just here to say thanks. On the other hand, he was excited to be alone with Jess.
"I'm not just here to say thanks, Mr. Harding." Jess laughed, putting her hand on his shoulder.
Her hand lingered.
"What else are you here for?" Mr. Harding asked. He was suddenly nervous, sensing what she might do. Even the very thought and the touch of her hand on his shoulder sent blood to his member, now slowly growing.
What the hell am I doing? It's your first year as a teacher! I need to stop this! If you get caught, you're fucking done for, a small voice called out somewhere inside the English teacher.
"I'm here to give thanks too. Do you get what I'm saying?" Jess said, scooting her chair forward so that her legs were touching his.
"J-Jess! This is a bad idea. Stop. Right now." Mr. Harding stuttered.
His heart was pounding in his chest, in his brain, in his hardening shaft. Mr. Harding couldn't help it -- once more, his eyes flashed over Jess' body, now so much closer. Her shapely legs were uncrossed now and were slightly parted. Jess' full lips were parted too, just in the right way that made the English teacher want to rub his finger along them. Mr. Harding looked up and met her inviting eyes and felt his resolve disappear.
"Give me your hand." Jess said, moving her hand from his shoulder to his right hand, which had been on his lap.
Mr. Harding was frozen. He knew it couldn't go any further, but he couldn't stop it. He didn't want it to. He desired her. Jess laid his hand on her thigh, right by her knee. Mr. Harding noticed that her face was flushed, and she seemed to be breathing harder. Somehow, this gave him the confidence to take control. He began stroking her thigh and slowly began to reach higher and deeper inwards, even past her skirt. Jess said nothing. Her gaze was completely focussed on her teacher's hand as it slid closer and closer to her pussy. She could feel herself getting wet, and her nipples were hardening. Jess had slipped off her bra before gym and knew that Mr. Harding had been looking.
Mr. Harding's hand had crept up and he was so nearly touching her panties, so nearly touching her wetness, when he withdrew his hand.
"Mr. Harding..." Jess sighed, disappointed.
"You have a beautiful body, Jess." Mr. Harding said, his eyes feasting on her body.
Moving away from her legs, his hand slid upwards, passing gently over her side, over the grooves of her ribs, until he reached her breast. Mr. Harding first cupped her breast and squeezed both breasts tenderly, which elicited a soft sigh of pleasure from Jess.
"Fuck..." Mr. Harding moaned, lost in desire for his student's body.
Quickly, before completely losing himself, he glanced out at the hallway. No one was there. Either way, he didn't much care. Mr. Harding leaned forward and began to kiss her neck. Jess gasped at contact and gripped his thigh. Her skin looked so soft, and Mr. Harding had always held affection for Jess, not only for her body, but for her compassion and her creative mind. Slowly, Mr. Harding pulled down the shoulder straps of her tank top and revealed her breasts to him. Jess had perky B-cup breasts and nipples that begged to be sucked. Mr. Harding kissed his way down and found his way to her hard nipples.
"Mr. Harding, that feels..." Jess moaned.
He took her left breast in one hand and reached around and held her back to bring her body closer to his with the other. His tongue slipped over and sucked gently on her nipple.
"That feels really good." she sighed in pleasure.
Meanwhile, her hand had found her way to Mr. Harding's cock, which by now was as hard as it had ever been. Jess began to run her hand and squeeze along its length. She was desperately horny, and the feeling of her teacher's penis in her hand drove her crazy. She began moving her hips in her chair, craving more. An idea flashed across Mr. Harding's mind.
"Come here, Jess. Sit here, on top of my desk." Mr. Harding hurriedly moved his laptop and papers out of the way.
"Really? We won't get caught, will we?" Jess said, looking behind her.
"No one's here, Jess, I promise." Mr. Harding said.
He felt a sudden wave of affection rush over him as he took her by the hand and guided her to sit on his desk. It struck him how vulnerable she was then, how vulnerable they both were.
