After School Hours - Sex Stories

After School Hours

... was even worse (or better, depending on how you perceive it.) Her skirt was rolled even higher, exposing her long dark legs and thick thighs. The top 4 buttons on her white blouse were left undone, subtly exposing her big round breasts that Jack had often terribly fantasised about holding. Her tie hung loosely around her neck and she was wearing a pair of black knee high socks, socks she was continuously told were a violation of the school dress code. “Um, it’s quite late now Izzy, I asked to see you during school hours but you failed to show up,” Jack stuttered, confused. Izzy somehow took this as an invitation to come in and Jack watched her intently as she did so, hating himself for the happiness he felt that she had. She sat on the table in front of Jack’s desk and neatly folded one dark, smooth leg over the other and smiled sweetly at him. Her large chest heaved up and down and she felt her veins spike with adrenaline; she was seeking a thrill. Jack knew he should have told her to leave in that very moment, and then go visit a church to seek The Lord’s help for his shameful thoughts, but he wasn’t thinking straight. “I’m here and you’re here so I thought we might as well get this over and done with. I know why you want to see me,” she revealed with a pout. “Oh you do?” Jack challenged, trying with such great effort not to stare at her breasts. “You saw me leave with the money, and I’m worried what you might do with this information.” “Talk to me about it,” Jack ...

... suddenly insisted, craving the sound of her beautifully silky voice and enjoying the way her full red lips moved as she spoke. She could recite the entire dictionary to him and he would not mind so long as he could hear her voice. “I shouldn’t have done it, but I did and I’m not giving it back,” she insisted. Their eyes locked onto each other and Jack’s eyebrow arched with suspicion. “Izzy, I’m afraid that’s simply unforgivable. An investigation will be held on Monday and I am obliged to give over any information I hold. I saw you go into the office that night and I saw you take the money, so I’m afraid you will be caught and punished.” Izzy’s face softened with sadness as she took in her teacher’s words. Izzy wasn’t a stranger to trouble, but she knew if this particular crime was publically revealed, there would be no way back. She was desperate to ensure this information remained between just them two, and she was contemplating ways she could make this happen. Izzy didn’t want to steal the money that night, she wasn’t a monster, but after getting into a spot of financial trouble with a group of people who held her life in their hands, she felt she had no choice. “Oh Sir,” she sighed in a defeated manner. Jack felt guilt stir in his stomach, even though he was completely aware that it wasn’t him who was in the wrong. “Listen, if you can put the money back by tomorrow morning, we’ll forget it all happened,” he compromised. “I can’t, I’ve spent it now,” she moaned, dropping her head ...