Homework and Hookups: Lane's Fantasy - Sex Stories

Homework and Hookups: Lane's Fantasy

... but..." "You certainly were acting like you wanted to kiss me..." "Nick, I am your teacher. I'm several years older than you. What you did was entirely inappropriate." I suddenly felt prudish, I wanted to cover up myself and hide away. "Whatever," he shrugged his backpack on, and gathered his belongings. "You still have fifteen minutes left. Don't you want to get help with anything else?" "No," he said defensively. He left the room without scheduling another session. **** The next day, Nick approached me again. "Umm, Miss Lane?" I looked up from my papers. "Yes, Nick?" "Can I... Can we... I still need your help..." he stammered. "And I can help you. Did you want to make another appointment?" "Yeah... and also, I'm sorry about... ya know." "Apology accepted. How about this afternoon?" **** The next tutoring session began as usual. "So why does Hamlet want to put on a play?" "I don't know... He likes acting?" I tried to be patient. "No. Remember, he's reenacting his father's murder and he wants Claudius to feel guilty about it and confess." "I'm sorry, Miss Lane, I just don't get this stuff. Especially Shakespeare, I mean, why does he have to use all those fancy words?" "Those were normal words during his time." He looked discouraged. "It's okay, Nick. A lot of people find Shakespeare's work difficult to understand." "Really?" "Yeah. But I know with my help, you'll be able to bring your grades up. Now let's talk about Claudius as a foil to Hamlet..." I turned to him; he was ...

... staring at me intensely. "Nick, are you paying attention?" He wasn't paying attention. Suddenly he leaned into me. "Nick?..." Once again, he kissed me. His tongue parted my lips and found my tongue. I rested my hands on his chest, wanting to push him away, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. He touched my shoulder and ran his hand down my arm and fondled my breast. I quickly grabbed his hand and pulled it away, giving him a hard smack on the cheek with my other hand. "What do you think you're doing?!" "What do you mean 'what am I doing'?" "How dare you touch me like that, you fucking perv!" "I bet you wanted it!" I rolled my eyes, disgusted, and then an idea popped in my head. I had seen Nick on the soccer field. I remembered seeing his tight, tanned abs and messy hair and thinking how hot and fuckable he looked. I hadn't gotten any action in a while so... "You know what, Nicholas? I do want it. Just like you want me. But today I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget." He went silent, but I noticed the bulge in his pants immediately. I turned away from him and undid a few more buttons on my blouse, revealing my lacey white bra and ample cleavage. I took one deep breath and faced him again. "Now, you will do as I say and not question me. I am the teacher and you are my pupil. You will respond to me with "yes, miss". Do you understand?" "Yes, Miss," he said with his mouth still wide open. He couldn't take his eyes off of me. "Good. Now... Take off your trousers." ...