A Student Assisted - Sex Stories

A Student Assisted

... a shock even bigger than finding kids having sex. The stall door swung open and out stepped his boss, Assistant Principal Kent Moon. He was buckling his pants, his shirt a mess and his face red and sweaty. At forty he was in pretty good shape and he still had all of his hair, something the older Devin was jealous of but was not pertinent at the moment.

“What the hell? Moon?” Devin gasped.

His boss looked everywhere but at Devin. The student assistant awkwardly noticed the man still had a hard-on and there was a wet spot on the fly of his dress pants.

Devin grabbed the stall door and went to swing it all the way when Moon tried to stop him. “Wait, Devin! I need to say something, please. Then you can do whatever.”

Devin James waited with eyebrows raised.

Moon went on, “Okay, so this happened and I’m a scumbag and whatever but she’s legal and all this will do is ruin her and me and so…”

Devin went over what he just heard and god-damnit, Moon was right. This was really a mess. He moved backward and then stepped up to his boss. Moon backed up into the sink and looked genuinely scared.

“Is she the only one?” Devin asked.

Moon gulped and looked down. Devin got his answer. “It stops, now! And I am taking her out of here and home. And if I ever catch you again I will-”

“Wait!” the young girl’s voice stopped him. Devin turned and came face to face with Lily Carter, hands down the most developed, adult-tall senior he had ever seen at Lincoln High School. ...

... Not overtly sexy in her demeanor she was still hot in a “plain-girl-unnoticed way.” Just this past year the 18-year-old went from baggy to close-fit and it was noticed. And she was smart, very smart. So what the hell was she doing with Moon?

She stood in the frame of the stall trembling, her long wavy brunette hair uncharacteristically messy. Her hand was holding something that Devin imagined was a pink thong. She quickly put her hand behind her back when she saw him focus on it. Like that mattered anyway. She had on a soft, yellow, V-neck top which showed that her impressive C-cups were not contained in a bra of any kind. Her nipples saluted the cool air.

Her face was sweaty like Moon’s but a lovely pink, her green eyes shining with a bright concern. Small tears held onto her long eyelashes. Her shapely legs were topped with a short blue skirt that had stains on it proving that Devin had not interrupted their first session. Inside his head his maleness couldn’t help but drool.

“Mr. Devin?” Her lip trembled slightly; she was truly worried. “Please, no one can find out about us. It will kill my parents. Please!”

Devin was struggling with doing the right thing by following the rules (and to be honest, the law; legal age or not, the power position of teacher over student made this a crime) versus admiring the porn-level sexiness of a girl he himself had fantasized about on many occasions.

Lily sensed the nature of his dilemma. If this old dude was like any other ...