I muttered angrily at her, "Put your hand away!"
She saw the intensity in my eyes and let go of my tent.
She said, "Sir, just once. Let me see it."
I pressed on, "Camila. Go home! College is over for students."
She touched the hem of her skirt and slowly began to lift it up and there were merely inches left before I could see her panties.
If she was wearing any.
I shouted at her in a loud whisper, "Stop this!"
She almost jumped back. She knew that I was really angry.
You guys might think...
Why was I so reluctant? Because there was a risk of getting caught.
... And making out with your student. That kinda feels not right to me. Despite the fact that she was damn fuckable.
I turned away, "Now get out of here."
She interrupted me again, but this time her voice sounded like a scaredy cat, "Sir?"
I wheeled to her, "Now what?"
She smirked like she had a mind blowing plan, "I could arrange Mrs. Bigheart for you."
I didn't say anything. I was intrigued.
She continued, "I can arrange a situation where you would be able to fuck her."
Fuck! Was that even possible?
She said in an obvious tone, "I know it's a lot to process. So take you time. Every favor you get from me will have a price."
I lied and turned away, "I am not interested."
A few days passed.
Was I thinking about her offer? Of Course.
Was I in a dilemma? Yes.
Camila never spoke about that thing. She was testing me. She was testing my patience.
One day, when I was teaching the class. Kate came and stood on the door. She was on a loose white T-shirt, but the size of her boobs couldn't be hidden.
She also wore a pair of brown leggings and I could see the shape of her legs, her thick thighs, and fuck!
Was that a cameltoe?
It looked delicious. I wanna eat it. Now!