Pairing: Female teacher x Female student
Warning: lesbian sex, 18+ recommended, mentions of masturbation, sex toys, oral sex, fingering, grinding, swearing.
Synopsis: She wasn't supposed to notice you. You weren't supposed to want her. What begins as harmless glances between a student and her teacher spirals into something neither can control. Between classrooms, swim lessons, and a single night under casino lights, lines blur and attraction runs dangerous - until something forbidden starts to feel inevitable.
Chapter 5. The First Time
The drive is short. Barely long enough for the air between you to cool, but it doesnât matter your body is still burning where she touched you.
When she pulls into the drive, you think for a second she might throw the car in park and drag you straight inside â the tightness in her jaw and the tension in her posture screams urgency. But she doesnât rush.
She cuts the engine, gets out, and walks to the door like this is any other day. Like her mind isnât racing. Like sheâs not carrying the memory of your body pressed against hers. Sheâs just quiet, and completely certain about what to do to you next.
You follow her up the path, your heart hammering in your chest.
She unlocks the door with a flick of her wrist and pushes it open. When she reaches the threshold, she pauses, long enough to hold the door open behind her, waiting for you to follow.
The door shuts behind you with a soft clickâFinally there is no buzz of hallway lights, or the echoes of voices in every classroom. Just the low creek of wood beneath your shoes, and the soft sound of her keys hitting a dish by the door.
You take in her space. Itâs a house youâve seen a thousand times, but her home is beautiful. Itâs the kind of layout where the kitchen bleeds into the dining space, and the dining into the rest. It smells like wood polish and citrus, something fresh and grown-up. You can tell she keeps it clean without obsessing. Nothing about it feels cold.
She shrugs off her jacket without a word, draping it over the edge of a chair as she moves ahead of you.
You trail behind, passing through a short hall.
The tile shifts to a wide beige carpet as you follow her into the living room, the large space opening around you.
Soft lamps throw yellow light over the room. A plush grey oak couch is framed by matching side tables and half-drawn white blinds. Everything neat and put together.
Youâre not sure what you expected âsomething colder or edgier, maybe a little messier. But no. Itâs a warm, carefully kept suburban home.
It makes your pulse quicken because the only thing out of place in this entire house â is you
She moves toward the couch and you watch as the soft cushions sink beneath her elegant body. Her voice finally breaks the silence.
âYou can drop your bag anywhere.â
You havenât seen her like this in a while â not since before you even let yourself want her. She has that quiet assured confidence that clings to her skin like perfume. She moves like she owns the space around her. Like she already owns you.
That was the first thing that made you fall for her, and now sheâs back. Wanting you. Choosing you.
The realization crashes through your body like the aftershock of a marathon â not exhaustion, but the adrenaline coursing through you, your heart and breathing rate quickening, just to feel her touch you again.
You drop your bag. Your hands feel weirdly empty without it, like you're lighter and heavier at the same time.
You walk toward her slowly, your boots sinking into the plush carpet. Your whole body is still buzzing, the friction of your jeans clings to your thighs, as your pulse thrums against the skin of your neck.
She watches you the whole way, legs crossed, one hand curled over the armrest, the other relaxed in her lap. Her posture is calm and composed, but her eyes are darker now. Steady. Like she's giving you a chance to change your mind.
You stop a foot away from her, close enough to smell the soft perfume clinging to her clothes.
She shifts in her seat, and uncrosses her legs, letting her knees part just enough to make space for you. Your chest tightens. You step forward without hesitation, now standing between her thighs, close enough that your knees brush the edge of the couch.
Her gaze drops, first to your lips.
You know that look. You've seen it a thousand times in your fantasies. But now it's real. Now she's looking at you like she's remembering what you tasted like on her fingers.
And all you can think about is how badly you want her to put her hands back where they were, to feel you without the fear of being caught.
She looks up at you. âDoes anyone know youâre here?â
You blink, surprised. Not by the question itself, but the timing. The restraint it takes for her to ask.
âNo,â you say quietly. âMy parents are out of town for work. They wonât be back for a few days.â
She doesnât react at first â just nods once. Itâs like she needed to hear it, not because she didnât trust you, but because she had to let herself want this without anything hanging over it.
Your skinâs flushed as you draw a shaky breath. Your palms twitch at your sides. You want to reach for her. To crawl into her lap. To be claimed properly, fully.
Natalie hands slide to your hips, fingers tugging at your belt loops, as she pulls you gently into her lap.
You swing a leg over and settle on top of her, thighs bracketing her hips. The pressure between your bodies is immediate. You can feel her warmth through her slacks, feel the outline of her muscles shift beneath you as she adjusts to your weight.
Her hands stay on your hips, thumbs brushing lazy circles just above the button of your jeans.
You can feel the restraint itâs taking her not to grip you harder, not to tip you back and have you right here on the couch.
You lean in and kiss her. It starts soft, lips brushing hers in a slow kiss as you taste the remnants of her lipstick. But the second her tongue slides past your lips, messaging the slick muscle with her own, itâs deepens fast.
Her hands slide under the hem of your shirt, nails dragging down your back enough to make you shiver. You gasp into her mouth, and she swallows the sound.
You start to move without realizing it. Slow, rolling motions of your hips, grinding against her. Your jeans rub hard where youâre soaked, and the pressure of her lower stomach muscles pressing up into you makes your eyes flutter closed.
Her lips break from yours just long enough to kiss down your neck. Her tongue flicks at your pulse, sucking gently until your skin stings. You shiver and rock your hips again, needing more.
âFuck,â she breathes against your throat. âYou donât even know what youâre doing to me.â
You smile and press your hips closer to hers. âIâve got a pretty good idea.â
Your hand drifts down. You trace the line of her blouse, past her stomach, fingers brushing the front of her slacks. Her body leans back into the couch, parting her thighs slightly under yours.
You reach for her waistband. She lifts her hips without needing to be asked, as you undo the button. The zipper follows, the quiet sound cutting through the thick silence between you.
Just as your hand starts to dip lower, your eyes catch something â a flash of skin. Her blouse has come untucked and you see the strip of bare stomach showing between it and her unfastened slacks. Soft, milky skin stretches tight over her stomach.
You want to kiss it, you want to drag your tongue across the flat plain. But you canât reach her like this â not with both of you upright and tangled.
You shift carefully, guiding her back to lie flat against the couch cushions, her legs parted around your hips. Her eyes are wide, and glassy with arousal. They follow your hands as you reach for the buttons of her blouse.
You sit back on your heels and unbutton the shirt, one small plastic button at a time. You can feel the warmth of her stomach under your knuckles as her blouse opens wider. You drag it down her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
Beneath it, sheâs wearing a black lace bra. It hugs her breasts perfectly, lifting and holding the soft curves, her nipples already hard through the lace â itâs enough to make your mouth go dry.
You sit back and take her in.
Her skin is flushed. Her stomach is smooth and tense, the muscles shifting slightly with every breath. Your eyes drag downwards to the open fly of her slacks and the deep curve of her hips. Her thighs stay open beneath you, and the fabric between her legs has visibly darkened â soaked through her underwear, the heat of her pressing against her slacks.
You lean down and press your mouth to her collarbone, her sternum, along the top of her breasts. You move lower, pressing your lips to her stomach, warm and open-mouthed, just above the waistband of her pants. Her hands drift into your hair, fingertips curling to keep you there.
âKiss me,â she whispers.
You crawl back up, mouth crashing into hers. This time deeper. Wetter. Your hand slides lower as her tongue tangles with yours, deep and greedy, like she doesnât want to come up for air.
You reach past the open button of her slacks, slipping beneath the fabric. Her breath stutters. You feel the warmth of her through her underwear first. You press lower past the edge of them and slide your fingers through her folds, finally touching her.
She gasps at the slide of your fingers. You stroke once, gently, and feel her back arch.
âYouâre so wet,â you whisper, mouth grazing her jaw. âDid I do this to you?â
She makes a noise that barely sounds human.
Her hands come up and cup your breasts through your shirt, squeezing gently, her thumbs dragging across your nipples as your fingers slide inside her. She's hot and tight. Her walls clench hard around you, and your hips jerk forward before you can stop it. The sound she makes when she feels your reaction is a breathy gasp, her mouth brushing at your collarbone.
You curl once slow but firm, and her thighs spread wider for you without even thinking about it.
"Oh god," she breathes. The words are torn out of her like she can't hold it in.
You start to move with purpose, slow and deep. The heel of your hand grinds against her clit as your fingers curl inside her. She meats your rhythm, her hips grinding up to your palm like she needs it â like sheâs been waiting forever to be touched like this. You find that spongy spot inside her and press up. She instantly clenches around you, her moan is loud and breathless. It sounds like a praise and you canât help the smirk it brings to your face.
The couch creaks beneath you both. With every roll of her hips, her pants shift down revealing the sharpness of her pelvis and a glimpse of pubic hair. Fuck, you just want to rip them off and see what her pussy looks like with your fingers inside her.
âYou feel so goodâ you whisper, voice thick.
Her eyes are closed, her mouth slack. She nods like she hears you, like she agrees, but she canât form the words.
Sheâs close, you can feel it in the way she flutters around you, the tremble in her thighs, her moans getting faster and higher pitched.
You want her to come. You want to watch her fall apart.
But you want more. You want her naked.
You shift suddenly, and her head lifts. Your fingers slide out of her, wet and slow, and she groans at the loss. Her eyes snap open, glazed and desperate.
But youâre already on your knees in front of her, reaching for the heels on her feet. You pull one off, then the other, quick and smooth. You reach for her waistband, ready to strip her slacks off and taste her properly, right there on the couch.
But she grabs your wrist.
âWait,â she says, breath still ragged. Her voice is soft but firm. âCome with me.â
Natalie stands, still flushed and breathless, guiding you up with her, and laces her fingers through yours. She doesn't look back as she leads you down the hall.
You follow her, pulse pounding. You pass closed doors until she turn into the last room. She opens it quietly and leads you in, fingers still laced through yours. The room smells like herâsoft musky perfume and clean sheets. The air is still and warm. The bed is made with perfect care, but the moment you cross the threshold, nothing feels composed. Thereâs tension in her shoulders, but not from nervesâitâs something restrained and hungry,
She lets go of your hand and takes a step back. For a beat, thereâs space between you. A silence that stretches. The last inch of distance. Her eyes flick over youâyour flushed cheeks, chest rising and falling, your neck a canvas of subtle bruises. Her mouth parts slightly letting out a long breath with a roll of her shouldersâposture laced with confidence, sureness now.
Then she moves slow and certain, stepping into you, filling your space until your chests nearly brush.
One of her hands lifts, curling around your wrist, and she guides it to her waist. You feel the heat of her skin as your hands trace the firmness of her stomach and the gentle curve of her hip. Sheâs so warm she almost feels feverish.
Your fingers trail up, light and reverent. She watches you, eyes hooded, chest rising and falling a little faster. Her other hand comes up to your face, fingers slipping just beneath your jaw, her thumb resting soft under your ear. You lean into it without thinking and her mouth finds yours.
The kiss is different this time. Still full of need but itâs deeper more certain, filled with something more than want. Her lips move against yours with deliberate care, like sheâs tasting you properly for the first time. She breathes you in between kisses, letting her body lean into yours inch by inch until your legs touch and your fingers curl into the fabric of her slacks.
Her hands move down your sides, finding the hem of your shirt. She tugs gently, a question in her eyes. You nod, lifting your arms above your head, and she peels it off in one smooth motion.
When your shirt hits the floor her hands are back on you immediately, and so is her mouthâpressing warm, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, over your shoulder. She pushes you backward just slightly, until your back brushes the edge of the bedpost.
Her hand traces the line of your spine, fingertips dragging up and over each vertebrae until she finds the clasp of your bra. It unhooks with a clean, practiced flickâso fast itâs impressive.
She draws the straps down your arms one at a time. The cups fall away. Air hits your chest and your nipples stiffen instantly, hard and sensitive. The room is warm but your skin flashes with goosebumps.
Her gaze drops and sheâs silent.
You watch her face. Her lips are slightly parted, her breath shallow, her eyes locked on your breasts. You can see it written across her expressionâhunger, awe, hesitation. Like she doesnât know where to begin.
So you help her. You reach for her wrist and lift her hand gently. You place her palm against your breast.
She exhales, low and shaky, and starts to squeeze. You sigh as she kneads you, the warmth of her hand sinking into your skin. Her thumb rolls over your nipple and your breath catches. A quiet âmmhâ slips from your throat as your head tips back, the sensation making your knees feel weak.
Before you can reach for her again, her other hand is already on you, covering your other breast. Both hands are on you now and she leans in, kissing your neck, the edge of your jaw, your collarbone. Her mouth trails lower. She sucks gently just beneath your throat, and your hands slide into her hair, anchoring yourself.
When her lips finally wrap around your nipple, your hips jerk forward. Her tongue flicks and licks, sucking softly, then harder. You gasp. The sudden heat, the pressure, the softness of her tongue circlingâit pulls a low, guttural moan from your chest.
She smiles against your skin, almost smug, then gives your other breast the same slow attention. Her fingers keep working, rolling and teasing. Her teeth graze lightly and your fingers grip her hair harder, holding her close.
Your breathing quickens. Chest rising and falling. Her hands trail lower down your sides to your hips.
And thenâshe sinks to her knees.
The shift happens without warning. You look down and sheâs there, on the floor between your legs, tilting her head to kiss your stomach. Sheâs gorgeous like this. Hair spilling around her shoulders, eyes dark and locked on your body.
Her knees spread slightly apart as she kisses lower and lower. She presses her mouth to crotch of your jeans, giving a gentle kiss to the fabric as her fingers rake down your thighs and calves. You gasp, head tipped back as you feel her hot breathe fan across on your skin.
Her fingers find your boots first. She unzips them slowly, pulling them off one at a time. Your socks go after. Her hands glide up again resting inside your inner thighs and gives them a squeeze, feeling the firm muscle beneath.
She kisses your stomach againâslow and wetâbefore her hands return to the waistband of your jeans. She undoes the button with one hand, then the zipper. Her fingers hook inside the waistband, and she starts to drag them down.
Your eyes flutter shut as she peels the denim from your body, nails grazing your skin with every centimeter. She watches the fabric slide away, more skin revealing itselfâsoft and flushed, goosebumps rising everywhere as she strips you bare.
Youâre standing in nothing but your underwear.
Her hands smooth up the backs of your thighs. She palms your ass, kneading it firmly, then kisses your skin, anywhere she can reach. Her lips press to your hip, then dips just below your navel. She nuzzles the crease between your hip and thigh, inhaling softly.
She looks up and you and her mouth curves into a smirk. âSo this is what was hiding under that swimsuit.â
You bite your lip trying to fight a grin, but it breaks through anyway, your smile wide. âYouâre such a perv,â you whisper, almost laughing.
âMhm,â she hums kissing you again, right above your waistband. Then she slides her fingers into the sides of your underwear and pulls it down a littleâjust enough to kiss your pelvis and hips. She drags the lace lower and it reveals a hint of the short hair between your legs. She pauses, her fingers still curled in the fabric. Her mouth inches from your pussy.
She looks up again, serious now. âCan I ask you something?â
You blink down at her, caught off guard by the sudden shift. âYeah of courseâŠâ
She takes a breath and asks, âAre you a virgin?â
You let out a soft scoff a little shocked. âNow you ask this?â
She lets out a laugh, her eyes still fixed on yours. âCome on, Iâm serious.â
Thereâs a heartbeat of silence.
You tilt your head. âDoes it matter?â
She sits back on her heels slightly, hands still resting on your hips. Her expression softens.
âIt matters if itâs your first time,â she says, her voice low. âBecause I want to make this feel good for you. Really good. I donât want to just rush or assume, I want you to remember this as something you wanted, something you enjoyed.â
You exhale, your chest tight, lips slightly parted. âIâve gotten close,â you admit. âBut Iâve never goneâŠall the wayâYeah I am.â
She doesnât flinch. Doesnât pull back. She just looks at you for a moment, eyes soft, something reverent crossing her face.
âGood to know,â she whispers.
Natalie leans down and kisses the fabric of your underwear. Her lips linger there, soft and warm.
âThen I can take my time with you.â She says raking her teeth across the lace.
She kisses you one last time above your hip, then takes your hand again and leads you to the bed.
She guides you onto the pillows with both hands on your hips, easing you down like she wants you exactly where she imagined. The sheets beneath you are warm and soft, they wrap around your skin as you sink deeper from the weight of her body.
She slides between your legs her stomach making contact with the wet fabric. She leans in first with her mouth, kissing you slow as she tilts her head to the side, depending the kiss.
The kiss turns slow and open-mouthed, her tongue lazy but bold as she massages yours.
Then her mouth begins its path down your body. She kisses your collarbone, dragging her lips across your chest. She sucks gently at your breast, her hand covering the other. Her thumb brushes over your nipple until itâs stiff under her palm. Her tongue flicks softly, then harder, until your back arches just to feel her again.
Her other hand traces a line down your side. She lets her fingertips map out every inch of your skin like she wants to memorize the shape of your body. She shifts to kiss your stomach, you feel her exhale against your skin, feel her fingers brushing between your legs, just grazing.
Her hands spread your thighs wider, firm but careful. She kisses the inside of one thigh, then the otherâslow, wet kisses that make your stomach tighten and your legs twitch.
Then she finally lowers her mouth.
She presses her lips to the soaked fabric between your legs and drags her tongue up the entire length of it. You make a sound you donât mean toâsurprised and needy. She groans at the taste of you through the fabric, and it vibrates straight through your core.
Her fingers curl under the edge of your underwear. When she gets them off, she tosses them aside without looking away from you. Youâre bare against the sheets now, legs open, breathing hard, her face only a breath away.
Her mouth kisses up and down your thighs until she gets closer and closer.
Her tongue licks once, tasting you. As soon as you feel the firm muscle slide through your wet slits, your hips jut upwards. She does it again, slower, her tongue pressing firmer this time. When her tongue circles to then gently flick your clit you let out something between a moan and a gasp. Your hands immediately tangle in her hair keeping her where it feels so good.
Her fingers slide between your legs, moving slow at first as she feels how wet youâre getting. Then she pushes two fingers inside youâsmooth, and deep.
You instantly clench around them and your back arches in response.
She works her fingers in a steady rhythm, curling slightly every time she pulls back. Her mouth stays on you, tongue moving in quick circles, then long strokes, then back to circling.
Your hips roll up to meet every stroke. Your thighs twitch. Youâre chasing itâriding every movement of her hand, every flick of her tongue. You grip her shoulders, her hair, anything to hold onto to ground yourself. But youâre desperate to feel her, all of her. You whimper, pulling at her bra strap.
âToo many clothes,â you gasp out. âI want you⊠I want to feel you.â
She pauses only for a second. Then she pulls her fingers out, slow and slick, and climbs off the bed in one fluid motion.
You prop yourself on your elbows to watch her.
Her hands go to the button of her slacks. She undoes them and pushes them down with a single firm tug. She wastes no time to unclasp her bra. Her underwear goes immediately after, pulled down and tossed aside without a second thought.
She stands at the foot of the bed, entirely bare, lithe and strong, hair messy from your grip. Your eyes trace every line of her bodyâhips, thighs, the flush across her chestâyou canât look away.
She climbs back onto the bed with a deliberate sway of her hips, crawling up your body. Her breast graze yours and it makes both of you gasp has she settles between your thighs.
She doesnât make you wait, her fingers slip back into you, deeper this time.
She slides down and presses her mouth to you again, tongue flicking, licking, suckingâand the rhythm builds fast. You moan loud, hands fisting in the sheets. Her mouth is hot and relentless, her fingers stroking that spot inside you that makes your back arch. You try to stay still, but your hips keep rolling against her mouth searching for more pressure.
You roll your hips up again and her mouth catches you just right, you moan loudlyâopen, helpless. Youâre fucking her face without meaning to, and she takes it like she wants it, like she loves it, groaning into you, tongue pressing harder, fingers pumping deeper.
She tries to hold your hips down with both hands, fingers digging into your skin, trying to slow down your movements but you keep chasing it.
Thenâwithout warningâshe pulls her mouth away with a grunt, her fingers still stroking you, and flips you both with dizzying speed.
She lies flat on her back, eyes blazing.
âSince you canât keep stillâŠâshe says, her mouth glistening with your arousal.
âGet on me,â she says, voice raw. âStraddle my face. I want you to ride it.â
Youâre stunned for a second, but your body is already moving. You crawl up her slowly, your legs still shaking. She wraps her arms around your thighs the moment you reach her chest, guiding you up to her face.
You hesitate for just a second. Then you lower yourself onto her mouthâand her tongue is already waiting. The moment she licks up your pussy, your thighs clench. You shudder and moan, bracing your hands on the headboard behind her. She pulls you lower with a grip that leaves no room to doubt what she wants.
She gives your hips a quick squeeze, enough to get your attention.
âDonât hold back,â she says, voice muffled beneath you. âI want you to fuck my face. Do whatever you want. I just want to see you come.â
âFuck,â you whisper. âYou donât know how many times Iâve thought about this.â
She smirks under you. âYouâre not the only one.â
You start to move, the first roll of your hips are slow at first, unsure how hard or far to go. But every time you grind down, she meets you with her tongue, soft sucking pressure that makes your whole body tighten. Her hands grip your thighs, urging you lower, guiding your rhythm.
You ride her harder, chasing the heat building low in your stomach. Your breath breaks into short, helpless moans and gasps. Her mouth is wet, and fingers relentless. Natalie moans louder now, like this is exactly where she wants to be.
It builds fast. Too fast. Your thighs tremble around her head. Your pussy grinding faster against her tongue, nose, her fingers, not even knowing if she can still breathe. Your hands grab the headboard for balance.
And then it hits you. Your whole body clenches, and the orgasm hits hardâsharp and overwhelming. You cry out, loud, and raw. You grind down once more, then collapse against the headboard, heart racing, skin damp, your legs barely working.
Sheâs still beneath you, breathing hard, arms loose around your thighs. Her mouth wet with you, and sheâs looking like she could go another round without blinking.
You slide backward onto the bed, skin damp and tingling. Sheâs right there, holding your thighs as her face glows with satisfaction.
Youâre still catching your breath when she shifts beside you, her bare body pressed close, one leg draped over yours. Her fingers move through your hair, combing it back with soft fingers. Her other hand rests on your stomach, thumb brushing soft circles.
She leans her forehead to yours. Her breath is still unsteady, and her eyes flicker down to your lips, then back upâlike sheâs gathering courage.
âI need to tell you something,â she whispers.
You lift your head slightly, curious. She hesitates as her fingers slide down your ribcage, and she exhales like sheâs admitting a crime.
âThe first time I saw you like this⊠it wasnât today or even at the casino,â she murmurs. âI think it hit me during your third week in my class.â
Her hand trails down your arm, fingers slipping between yours.
âYou were switched on from the startâso beautiful and clever. Always engaged. When I would lift my eyes to check the room, you always caught my gaze. The way you looked at me sometimesâŠlike I wasnât just your teacher like I was something else to you. It made me feel soâŠwantedâand god I hadnât felt that in so longâ
Her eyes flick away for a moment, embarrassedâbut she keeps going.
âAt first I thought it was just me being lonely. Paul was slowly moving out, we stopped having sex long before that. I honestly can't remember the last time he made me come. I told myself I was just projecting.â
"But then one night, after another fight he left to stay the night at some hotel. I couldn't sleep. I was just so frustrated, with him, with myself, with wanting things I shouldnât. I lay in bed, tried to read, tried to clear my head, but I was wound too tight.â
Her hand slides down your side, slow, and absentminded, like sheâs reliving it.
âI shut my eyes, trying to get some rest, but my thighs kept rubbing together. My nipples were so sensitive that even brushing the sheets made me gasp. And then my hand just⊠drifted. One went to my breast, the other slid between my legs, and before I knew it, I was touching myself.â
Youâre already pulsing between your thighs again. Warmth rushes under your skin, as you shift slightly beside her.
âI told myself I was just relieving stress. Just trying to get rid of the knot in my chest. But the second my fingers circled my clit just right⊠you popped into my head.â
Your breath catches. Her eyes flick to yours, like sheâs scared of your reaction, but she keeps going.
âI tried to push it away. I told myself it was wrong. That you were younger. That you were my student. But every time I rubbed harder, got wetter, the more I wanted it to be you.
You shift again â this time pressing closer, your thigh slipping between hers, as your hand smooths slowly over her stomach like you canât help it. Like you need to touch her as she says this.
âGod, it was awful,â she admits, voice rough. âBecause I wanted you. I wanted a woman again. I wanted someone who made me feel alive.â
âI couldnât stop it. I pictured you walking up to my desk after class, everyone else gone. You leaned down, and your hand slid right up my thigh under the desk like youâd done it before.â
You bite your lip, and slide your hand up her ribs, gently squeezing her breast, her nipple already stiff under your palm.
âThen it was you on your knees in front of me, under my desk. My legs were spread wide over your shoulders, skirt bunched at my waist while you ate me out right there.
You watch her thighs tense, a thin line of slick trailing down the inside of one.
âThe idea of getting caught, of trying to stay quiet with your mouth on meââ
You let out a sound â quiet but audible. Your hips twitch. Your hand trails lower, over her stomach, tracing her navel, resting just above the heat between her thighs.
She lets out a breath like she feels what you want to do to her right now. But she keeps going.
âMy fingers werenât enough. So I reached into the drawer and grabbed my vibrator.â
Your chest is rising quicker, mouth parted in disbelief at her confession.
âI pressed it against my clit, and the second it buzzed against me, I nearly sobbed. I was soaked. So wet I could feel myself dripping onto the sheets. I slipped two fingers inside myself imagining yours were there instead.â
Youâre wet. You know she can feel it â how your body is warming against hers again, how tightly youâre holding her now.
âI was panting, fucking myself harderâI had the vibrator on the highest setting and my fingers deep inside me, curling, pumping, until I couldnât take it anymore.â
You groan softly against her throat, kissing just under her jaw. You nip at her skin while your fingers slide lower, tracing between her legs.
"When I came, it wasâgod, it was violent. My legs were shaking. I came hard all over my fingers, biting my pillow to not wake the neighbours. My whole body locked up and I just kept whimpering your name like a fucking mess."
Her hands rest on your cheek when she finally looks at you again, raw and real.
"I don't think l've ever come that hard.
A long breath escapes her.
"I loathed myself for how badly I wanted you that night. But right now? After everything? I don't regret it. I just needed you to know."
Her fingers brush your lips as she leans in with a soft kiss.
"I've wanted you so badly," she whispers.
"And now I don't want to stop."
There's no space between her final words and your mouth. You crash into her with your whole body, your lips hungry, your hands already roaming. She gasps softly against your kiss, caught off guard by the shift, but she melts into you instantly.
You slide over her, pushing her onto her back. Your thigh wedges between hers. You lie on your side, propped up on one elbow, and kiss her again. Your tongue moves with hers, wet and slow, pulling soft sounds out of her throat. She tilts her head up to meet you, lips open and eager, hands reaching for your waist, your back, wherever she can touch.
You feel the warmth of her skin, the soft swell of her breast beneath your hand. You squeeze gently, thumb grazing her nipple, and she arches into you, breathing out your name like she can't help it.
You kiss her jaw, her neck, down to her collarbone, then back up to her mouth, unable to stay away from her lips for long.
âWant to hear something naughty?â you whisper against her neck, lips trailing up to hers.
She hums, barely able to reply, already lost in the feel of your body on hers.
âYou know who the first person I ever got off to was?â
She tilts her head, looking up at you, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Who?"
That smirk falters. Her eyes widen a little, and her fingers pause mid-stroke along your back.
"I'm a horny eighteen-year-old with a crush on her hot teacher," you chuckle, but your voice full of heat. âWhat did you expect?â
You smirk a little biting your lip as your hand moves across her heated skin. You shake your head, âyou don't even know what you do to my body."
Her breath catches. She doesn't even try to hide how turned on that makes her. Her hand slides between your legs, two fingers slipping easily through your folds. She strokes you slow and warm, gathering wetness, circling your clit with practiced pressure.
âTell me,â she says softly. âShow me what I do to you.â
Your hand slides between her legs as she slowly works you. You both moan as you feel your fingers, finding each other wet and warm and ready again.
âYouâd worn that tight black pencil skirt. You bent over to pick something up and it road up showing the length of your thigh. I just⊠lost it. The whole lecture I couldnât stop thinking about your bodyâwhat was beneath the fabric.â
You stroke her, slow and deep, while her fingers spread you open, sliding through your slick, circling your clit. Itâs messy and good and perfectly timed, both of you matching rhythm without speaking.
âI came home after class,â you say, kissing just under her jaw. âI was soaked. The second I walked in the door.â
Her fingers twitch at that, circling tighter, and your hips buck gently into her palm.
âI went straight to the bathroom, stripped naked, sat on the counter and spread my legs in front of the mirror. I didnât even think. I just needed it.â
She lets out a low groan as she rolls her hips into your hand.
âI started rubbing my clit and imagined you right in front of me, walking into the bathroom, catching me like that, legs wide open and begging.â
Her fingers dip down, sliding into you, slow and deep, and your voice falters, placing a hand on her chest to ground yourself.
âI imagined you pushing me back against the mirror, grabbing my face, telling me I was yours.â
You press two fingers into her and her whole body jerks. Natalieâs hand tightens in the sheets, but she doesnât stop stroking you eitherâdeeper now, faster.
âI thought about your mouth,â you murmur. âHow youâd taste. How your thighs would look on either side of my face. I'd fuck myself thinking about how you'd sound moaning under me."
She groans louder at that, her hand tightening between your legs, her fingers starting to press in shallow, teasing thrusts now.
"And what did I sound like?" she asks, almost taunting, almost breathless.
You moan and tip your head back curling your fingers slow and deep inside her.
"You sounded desperate," you whisper. "Exactly like thisâŠwhile I held you down and made you come.â
âFuck,â she gasps, her breath hitching as her hips start to roll.
Her head drops back with a low, broken sound.
Her hand inside you falters for a second, but then she recovers, matching your rhythm now.
You're both fucking each other with slow, deep strokes. Itâs intimate and rough at once. Your bodies are flushed, and tangled together, breath mixing between moans and whispered filth.
You press your forehead to hers, breath hot between your mouths, sweat slick on your skin. Your hips grind down as her fingers curl up into you just right.
âYou donât know what youâve done to me,â you whisper again, dragging your thumb over her clit while your fingers curl inside her. âI canât stop thinking about you.â
Your kiss gets sloppyâwet and open, your tongue dragging against hers. She moans into your mouth, but she can feel the way your pace slows. The way your hips stutter.
You break the kiss, pulling back just enough to look her in the eye. Youâre panting, lips slick, your body pulsing.
You reach down and grip her wrist. You guide her hand out of you and lift it to your mouth.
She watchesâeyes wide, lips partedâas you take her fingers into your mouth and suck. Slow. Deliberate. You swirl your tongue along her digits, tasting yourself. She lets out a guttural sound as your tongue drags along the length of them. You pull them back with wet pop, licking them clean.
You smirk and ask, âDo you still have your vibrator?â
She blinks, caught off guard-but only for a second. She nods, already reaching back toward her nightstand. You watch as she opens the drawer, and pulls it out.
âWhat are you gonna do?â she asks, voice breathless but curiousâalready wrecked but wanting more.
You grab the vibrator from her hand. âWouldnât you like to know,â you murmur.
You push her onto her back, straddling her thigh. She opens up for you instinctively, eyes wide and waiting.
You kiss her again as your fingers slide back between her legs. Sheâs soaked. Wet all the way down her thighs. She gasps into your mouth as you slide back inside her, two fingers curling just enough to make her hips lift off the bed.
Then you turn the vibrator on. The low hum fills the space between your bodies and her breathing stutters as her chests rises quicker. You press it against her clit and she chokes on a moan.
Her legs spread wider, her hand grip your back, the other tangles in your hair as her body jerks under you. You keep your fingers moving, curling deep inside her, thumb circling the base of the vibrator as you press it tighter to her clit.
She moans into the kiss, and it only gets louder when your mouth leaves hers and drops to her chest. You kiss and suck, tongue circling her nipple while your hand keeps working.
Your fingers fuck her deep, the vibrator buzzing harder against her clit. Sheâs panting now. Her hips won't stop moving. Her thighs tremble beneath you.
You shift your weight just enough to start grinding-slow, desperate rolls of your hips against her thigh. Your soaked pussy drags along her thigh, slick and warm, and her whole body reacts. Her hips jerk up, her back arching as she groans against your body.
You lift your head and look down at her, watching her unravel beneath you.
âDoes that feel good?â you whisper, breath hot against her skin. "Am I good for you?"
Her head falls back against the pillow. Natalie moans hard, her voice wrecked âGodâyes, just like that. So good. Such a good girl.â
You moan at the wordsâdeep and desperateâpulling her back into a kiss.
âSay it again,â you beg against her lips.
She cups your face, kissing you rough, like she needs to breathe you in.
âYouâre such a good girl,â she whispers, tongue brushing your lip. âSo fucking good for me.â
Then her thumb slides over your lower lip and presses into your mouth.
You suck. Hard. Desperate. Your eyes roll half shut as you moan around her finger. She stares at you while you do itâlike she owns you now. Like she never wants to stop touching you. And your hips grind harder in response, wetness dripping onto her thigh. You can feel it smearing along her skin.
She feels it too, eliciting a groan from deep in her chest.
Your fingers keep working inside her, curling deep, and strong. She grabs the vibrator from your hand and turns it to its highest, pressing it steady right on her clit. It makes her eyes shut and all you can do is watch as it makes her pussy red and soaked. Her whole body starts to seize up beneath you â back arching, stomach flexing, breath catching between her teeth.
âCome for me,â you whisper into her neck, your voice thick. âI want to feel you.â
She gaspsâmouth open, eyes squeezed shut and then it hits.
Her thighs clamp around your wrist. Her pussy clenches hard around your fingers. Her mouth drops open as her voice breaks on a cryâloud and ragged as she comes hard around your fingers.
She's soakingâher slick squirts against your hand, on the vibrator, buzzing right against the oversensitive skin while your fingers pulse inside her. Her whole body shakes beneath you, hips jerking, hand grabbing the sheets like she needs to anchor herself to something.
Her head turns into your neck. She gasps there, mouth open, moaning into your skin as the orgasm rips through her.
You donât stop grinding against her thigh. You keep kissing her face, her neck, her shoulder, working her through it.
When she finally comes down, her whole body is trembling. Her face is flushed, hair a mess against the pillows, mouth slack with the kind of relief only you can give her.
You donât move right away. You stay there, your hand still inside her, her slick covering your fingers, your thighs, your skin. You kiss her slowly, lazily, like thereâs no need to rush anything ever again.
You stroke her cheek with the back of your hand, then finally ease out of her. She lets out a shaky breath, still stunned.
You collapse beside her, half on her chest, half on the mattress. Both of you are a mess â breathless and shaking, covered in one anotherâs sweat and arousal.
You tangle in the sheets, your skin flushed and still damp, her body is pressed close. One of her legs is hooked over yours, her chest warm against your side. Her fingers drift across your stomach, lazy and slow, not quite ready to stop touching you.
Natalie exhales against your shoulder, the sound low and content. âThat was amazing.â
You smile, your hand sliding into her hair, pulling her a little closer. âI was missing out on so much.â
She turns toward you, her mouth brushing yours. âOh?â
âI shouldâve done that sooner,â you murmur, letting your lips ghost over hers.
She laughs again, her nose brushing yours. âYou think you couldâve handled that sooner?â
You hum. âGuess not. But godâI wish I could do this every day...â
âEvery day, huh?â Her voice is soft but playful, her lips ghosting over yours as she says it.
You smirk, not missing a beat. âUnless you canât keep up.â
That makes her laughâlow and warmâand she shifts closer, her thigh sliding between yours, her mouth peppering kisses over your cheek.
âOh really,â she teases.
You nod once, giggling into her neck. âUh-huh.â
She laughs again, mouth right against your jaw. âIâve been in the game longer than you. Iâll show you how to keep up.â
Then she kisses youâslow at first, her lips soft against yours, smiling into it like she canât help herself. You feel the curve of it in your mouth before the giggle slips out. It makes you laugh too. Her fingers slide into your hair as the kiss deepens without effort, it shifts to something fuller and warmer.
When you feel her tongue slip past your lips, you hum softly, your fingertips grazing her waist.
Her fingers glide past your hips, dipping lower.
When she strokes against your centre you gasp. Not just from the touch, but from how sensitive you feel. Her touch is slow and deliberate, she glides along your inner thighs and pauses when she feels just how wet you still are.
She breathes out a sharp laugh against your mouth, âJesus.â
You blink, a little dazed, your breath catching as she strokes through you, gentle and teasing.
Sheâs not trying to get you off, sheâs just feeling it. Feeling you, but you moan before you can stop yourself.
Natalieâs lips curl into a satisfied smile.
âDonât move,â she says, already pulling away.
You groan, the sudden loss of her warmth making your skin feel bare again. Sheâs gone only for a minute, and when she returns, sheâs holding two damp cloths in her hand. She climbs over you and straddles one leg as she leans in, wiping your thighs, your core, even the corner of your mouth.
When she finishes, you take the other cloth from her. You press it the slick still shining on her thighs, then up along the flat plain of her stomach. Her chest rises under your hand as you wipe the sweat still splotted against her chest.
You toss the cloth aside and crawl back into bed without a word.
She opens her arms and you slide into them your body tired but relaxed. Her body fits over yours with zero effort, her cheek tucked against your shoulder. Neither of you speaks. Youâre still there, still floating somewhere between what just happened and whatever this is now.
She lets out a satisfied little hum, her chest rising against yours. Her skin is soft and warm, still sticky in some places but you donât care.
She shifts closer, her nose pressed under your jaw now. Her breath fans across your throat. Her legs tangle tighter around yours until you canât tell whose is whose. Your bodies are locked together from ankle to chest. Sheâs everywhere. Under your hands. Against your mouth. Wrapped around your whole body.
For the first time in a long time, you donât want to fall asleep. Youâre exactly where you want to be. Here. In Natalieâs bed. In Natalieâs arms.
Where you feel like hers.
