Olivia set the phone down on the table, face-down. “If we’re doing this, we’re going all the way,” she told her two friends with an uncharacteristically serious voice. “Whoever it ends up being, no take-backsies. The only person who will be able to stop this is Mr. Kent himself.”
Her eyes, normally so used to adopting an innocent, playfully longing gaze, raked across her friends’ faces with such seriousness that despite their own sureness, they couldn’t help but hesitate. Even her jet-black hair couldn’t shake the girl of her innocent look – a boon she no doubt used to her advantage often. It was amazing how a pair of doe-like brown eyes, especially on such an innocent schoolgirl face, could pierce a soul like that.
Even so, her friend Maci was the first to nod. Her steely-blue eyes stared down Olivia’s with a clear determined warmth; not a challenge, but rather, an acceptance. She moved her blonde hair out of her face out of habit before replying, “Whatever happens happens.” Her voice contrasted Olivia’s; a low, controlled tone. It was very fitting, since Olivia’s petite body contrasted Maci’s toned curves as well – Maci had years of pilates to thank for that. Maci was so used to her attractive body and dominating persona to make her the figurehead of every group – it wasn’t clear if she was so used to listening to Olivia despite Olivia somehow usurping her, or because of it.
Layla exhaled loudly. “I just hope he’s, y’know…” she contributed in an uneasy tone. Her dyed blonde hair – originally brown but no doubt dyed to match Maci’s – being done up in a ponytail behind her meant she never needed to brush her hair out of her face, but she reached up to do so out of nervousness anyway. She cleared her throat. “Yeah. Whatever happens happens.”
“We graduate literally tomorrow,” Olivia reasoned. “Worst-case scenario, he never talks to us again and we pine for him forever.”
“And at that point, what’s even changed?” Maci cut in again with a slight bitter laugh. “So, between one and ten?” Upon seeing her friend’s nod, she nodded back. “Seven.”
“Ten,” Layla quickly added. She was the most paranoid of the group for a reason – she was also the smartest, and she knew how to ensure she wouldn’t pick the right number. She knew she didn’t want to go first. It was kind of funny since the three of them had already seen each other naked – and more, much more – but Layla always liked to put on the veneer of innocence and often buckled under pressure, which was perhaps the exact way she was the smartest of the group.
Olivia was no lobotomy patient herself though, and she just smirked at her friend’s cowardice. “One,” she told Layla smugly.
Layla shook her head. “Odds say it’s Maci,” she noted bitterly. “If it’s four though, it’s a redraw between-”
“We know how this works, Layla,” Maci chided her. “Whoever got the closest number wins.”
“‘Wins,’” Layla repeated, making airquotes with her fingers. “It’s still important to point out that getting a four means I’m still safe.”
“It’s not going to matter when I see a big fat ‘two’ on the phone,” Olivia remarked, picking up her phone again and turning it around to see which random number between one and ten the phone picked. When she unlocked the screen, her jaw went slightly slack and her tongue ran behind her front teeth in thought. “Sure enough,” she noted dryly, turning the phone to reveal the “TWO” to her friends.
“Oh my god,” Layla murmured. This was it. The three girls were perverts – secretly, likely the three biggest perverts at their high school at the moment, not that anyone really knew that – but making a move like this, with a teacher, was going to be a monumental step forward in their boldness.
“Have fun,” Maci joked. “Do you have an idea how you’re gonna do it?”
***
In such a scandal-rich school as Hazelwood High, the teachers were notoriously robotic towards students in their off-hours. After enough scrutiny was put on deserving – and the occasional undeserving – teachers, policies were put in place that made every teacher fear for their job if they so much as allowed a student to stay after school to discuss their grades. Meetings were always held with doors wide open, teachers went home immediately even if they were just going to continue their marking at home, and it was drilled into every teacher’s head that talking about even the most innocent of home-life topics with a student was taboo.
The handsome Mr. Kent was, tragically, a new arrival that didn’t get the memo. By the time the charming yet oblivious new teacher had clued in to the culture of his new workplace, the damage had already been done. He joked during class, he saw a student having an anxious episode before a test and took her into the hallway to reassure her, and he even brought one of two anecdotes about his own life – a life that screamed “BACHELOR” – into the classroom. Despite being in his late twenties, he would understand if one of his students ever joked that he was “cooked” – and, in retrospect, likely would come to agree with that assertion.
As the semester went on, he’d adopt the same walls-up approach the other teachers did, but his students weren’t quick to forget how friendly and open he could be. This was coupled with his toned, energetic body – a clear sign of staying fit – combined with his strong jawline and clear-cut hairstyle, to create a quintessential recipe for schoolgirl crushes. While Mr. Kent never exactly read the cookbook enough to realize the recipe he was working with, he still was, as previously established, cooked nonetheless. He was the archetypal dream of every girl who wasn’t satisfied with boys their own age, and while that type of girl wasn’t as common as one thinks… they still lurked regardless.
Thanks to their relative rarity, these girls were virtually never a problem. After all, the type of girl dumb enough to make the crush fully apparent was either given a stern talking-to or was simply given a classroom switch notice, which came with the classic high school death sentence: a rumor about being into older men. The type of girl smart enough to make her crush invisible knew that doing so meant her crush would go unrequited. The resulting crushes would hurt too much to last the whole year.
This meant that Olivia must have been a particularly smart – or particularly dumb – girl for shooting her shot.
It wasn’t odd at all that she was the last one in the classroom finishing her final – she grew up with a computer in front of her, and was not used at all to physically writing out her tests, so she wrote slow as molasses. Odds were, it would have looked much fishier if Maci or Layla had finished after her, if anything. It all worked to her advantage – the two of them were alone in the room together when she finished.
When she stood up, she surveyed the room, figuring she didn’t need to abide by arbitrary rules of keeping her voice down. “All done, I think,” she began after clearing her throat. “Sorry for holding you up.”
Mr. Kent looked up from his desk and took off his reading glasses. “Hey, it’s all good,” he reassured her, gesturing to the finals on his desk. “I’d still need to finish these regardless, you’re not inconveniencing me at all.”
“Wow, I’m not inconveniencing you at all? You sound nothing like any of the other adults in my life,” she joked, walking up to his desk. Internally, she prayed for a particular reply. The bait was on the hook – would he take it?
Mr. Kent politely chuckled, but leaned back in his chair, giving her a supportive smile. “Y’know, I know it’s hard to believe, but you are an adult now yourself,” he reminded her.
Bullseye.
“Wow, Mr. Kent, you remembered my birthday?” Olivia sarcastically replied.
“Oh, did it just happen?” he asked curiously, taking her final.
“Nope, it was February second, actually,” she answered as he donned his reading glasses again and checked her final, presumably to see if her name was on it. He nodded and added it to the pile. “To be honest, turning eighteen barely felt like anything. You think it’s going to be this big thing where suddenly everything changes, but like…”
Mr. Kent nodded as he took off his glasses. “I understand, yeah. High school is still going on, you’re still living with your parents, you can’t smoke or drink until you’re twenty-one…”
“Thanks, Dukakis,” she joked.
“Hey!” Mr. Kent replied in surprised delight, pointing at her. “Looks like you did pay attention during the state history unit.”
“Yeah, go figure, I liked your class,” Olivia continued sarcastically, then leaned against his desk. “You probably didn’t have to even learn the age raising thing in class, you were probably there when it happened.”
“1984?” Mr. Kent asked, playfully lowering an eyebrow. “I’m not that old, you know.”
“No, I know,” Olivia continued, starting to play with her jet-black hair. “Plus, it does kind of suck, you know? Finishing school and stuff. I mean, like, look at what’s happening right now. I probably won’t even get to talk to you again.” She leaned further against the desk.
A slight pause wafted between the two, and Mr. Kent’s face returned to a stony look. “Yeah, but, hey,” he began again, trying to keep up his friendly tone but still adopting a stiffer one regardless. “That’s life sometimes, right? A chapter has to end, and a new one begins. I’m sure college will give you new opportunities. So! If that’s everything, I’ll see you at convocation.”
Olivia blinked and took in Mr. Kent’s new body language. “Actually, uh,” she began, trying to keep her tone as casual as possible. “I won’t even be going. I chose the whole ‘mail it to me instead’ thing. I’m leaving this place behind me. Like you said, new chapter, right? I mean… It’s like… as soon as I handed you that final, there’s a new Olivia. The full new adult, free entirely from high school.”
Mr. Kent gave her a polite smile. “Then congratulations on the new Olivia, I’m happy to know she’ll go places,” he told her. “I’m sure you don’t want to delay that new chapter, right? I don’t want to keep you.”
Olivia got up from leaning on his desk and stared at him for a second or two. “Well, hey,” she all-too-casually interjected. “If this is the old Olivia saying goodbye, can I, uh, use your full name? It’s kind of this ritual I do with all my teachers. Y’know, ‘goodbye Amy Wagner,’ ‘see you later, Jeremy Graves,’ ‘toodaloo, Walter Bentham…’” She looked at him expectantly.
Mr. Kent gave a slight hesitant chuckle. “Um…” he began quietly, mulling it over in his head. “Uh, Matthew. Matthew Kent.”
“Matthew Kent,” she repeated softly to himself. “Okay. Old Olivia is saying: goodbye, Matthew Kent.”
“And current Matthew Kent is saying: take care, Olivia Dexter,” Mr. Kent replied. “It was great to have you as a student.”
“Yeah,” Olivia replied warmly, scooping up her bag. “But hey… I guess now that I’ve handed that final in, I’m no longer your student, right? I mean, we’re basically equals now.”
Mr. Kent laughed in a friendly tone. “I suppose so, but I’m afraid I’m in no place to chat right now.” He gestured to the finals littering his desk. “I’ve got a lot of work ahead of me. So, and I genuinely do mean this, I promise, it was a treat to be your teacher. I truly hate to say this, but because you’re finished, I do need to ask you to leave the classroom.”
Olivia chewed on her cheek for a bit, but realized that the poker cards on the table just got revealed, and she did not have a strong hand. If bluffing failed, she had nothing. Adopting her best ‘big doe-y brown eyes’ look, she gave Mr. Kent one last gaze. “Of course,” she replied in a soft, higher voice. “Though I really hope we’ll get to speak again sometime down the line.”
Mr. Kent smiled and nodded in reply, but donned his reading glasses and went back to his papers. Olivia stuck her tongue firmly in her cheek in annoyance as she turned around and walked out of the classroom.
Once the door was closed behind her, Olivia closed her eyes and winced, taking in the air of defeat in the open hallway. She knew it was the longest long-shot in the world, but it didn’t mean that it stung less, knowing that nearly eight full months of pining got her absolutely nowhere. Of course, on the record, she totally only pined for him ever since she turned eighteen, etc. etc. After all, human beings only get horny once they’re full adult age. Never before. And a girl has never once wanted her teacher carnally until she was of an adult, responsible age. Otherwise, somehow, she would be a siren slut for having normal urges, and he’d be a terrible human for ever going for her.
Olivia huffed as she began to walk. It wasn’t even true; she knew that as long as anyone except the non-judgmental Maci and Layla knew about this, he’d still be cast out of society for being a terrible human. Hell, she could wait until she was twenty-fucking-four to do something, and society would still judge them for their age gap and how they met. They’d never not. She was prevented, arbitrarily, from acting on her crush, even though there wasn’t even a power dynamic anymore, all because people were prudes that thought she’d be jailbait and he’d be a predator just for doing something perfectly legal between consenting adults… and the more she thought about it, the more sure she became it was fully ethical too. She was an adult now. She knew she wanted this. Maybe he wanted it too, and the fear of being outcast was all that was stopping him. That wasn’t fair. That wasn’t how freedom was supposed to work. The only thing that should prevent them from being together is if he didn’t want it, and only then should she stop anyway.
She stopped mid-step. She was actually spitting straight facts in her mind right now… things she never got to properly express to Mr. Kent. Her cheeks burned as she realized how stupid she’d been. Not only did she not communicate any of this to Mr. Kent, but she didn’t even communicate that she knew the stakes and wouldn’t judge or anything. She gave him no security. Of course he said no; she wasn’t direct enough with him. And now, if she stormed back inside, she’d only look desperate and unhinged. There had to be some kind of middle ground. There had to be…
***
‘And the more I think about it, the more sure I am that it’s fully ethical too. I’m an adult now. I know I want this. Maybe you want it too, and the fear of being outcast is all that’s stopping you. That isn’t fair. That isn’t how freedom is supposed to work. The only thing that should prevent us from doing something together is if you don’t want it, and only that is a good enough answer. If you don’t want it, then you don’t have to do anything here. Just let me fade away from your life.
But if you do want it, I’ll never tell a soul, and I know all the risks and all the circumstances. I get you were once an authority figure, but you no longer have any power over me. You never took advantage. You were never creepy, or pressuring, or whatever. I want this. I know I want this. If you feel the same way, my instagram is written below. Message me. All I ask is one favor:
Burn this letter after reading it. Please. No matter what, just do that for me. The rest is up to you.’
Olivia’s chest rose and fell as she read the letter over and over to herself. She still had another hour or so before her bus came – even on finals days, buses only came around three – and this was certainly a productive use of her time. She nodded, wrote down her Instagram handle as legibly as possible, and sealed the handwritten letter away into an envelope.
The thought of being cute crossed her mind. She would have loved to write “Matthew Kent” on the envelope… but her encounter at his desk made her well aware that she needed to not flippantly enjoy any aspect of this. She was risking enough as it was (although, really, what was she actually risking by him saying no? Him making sure they’d never speak again? Oh no, zero change from what was going to happen regardless, the horror). So, a professionally written “Mr. Kent” adorned the envelope, and adorned it solo.
And Olivia wasn’t done taking precautions there. As she entered the main office, she took special care to keep her hand below the edge of the secretary’s desk, where the secretary couldn’t see it. “Um, sorry,” Olivia interrupted with her higher, diligent, ‘I’m talking to an authority I don’t know well’ voice. “Can I ask something about convocation?”
The secretary looked at Olivia from her computer screen. “Yes, what is it?”
“I just wanted to know,” Olivia began, deliberately letting her eyes wander, making it look natural. “If I wasn’t able to attend, is there anything-” She looked at the ground and did a well-rehearsed double take. “Huh,” she interrupted herself, and bent down, scraping the envelope across the floor. “Is this somebody’s? It was on the ground.”
“Let me see,” the secretary replied, and Olivia handed it over. The secretary shrugged. “Must have fallen on its way to the mailboxes. It looks like something for a teacher. It’s probably not important, but thanks for finding it.” She got up and filed it away in the mailbox for Mr. Kent. “Anyways, about convocation?”
“Oh! Yes, if I’m not going, do I need to send someone to collect my diploma?” Olivia continued.
“No, we just mail it to your parents’ address on file,” the secretary answered. “If you need to update-”
“Oh! Nope, that works, thank you so much,” Olivia replied chipperly.
“Okay, if you’re sure,” the secretary replied. “If you want to make absolutely sure, I could double-check if you’ve recently moved or something, I’d just need your name.”
“Nah, all good,” Olivia replied casually, thrilled that the secretary didn’t even know who she was. “I’ve always lived at the same place, it’s fine. Have a good day!” The secretary didn’t even bother to reply, and all that met Olivia’s ears as she walked off was the creak of the office door closing.
Olivia bit her lip in excitement as she walked down the hall. She put in her airpods and set the song to My Shot from Hamilton, feeling powerful. At absolute worst, she was a young impressionable girl that needed no response. But at best… she couldn’t wait to tell the others what she did, what she may have started. She just might need to wait until the edibles kicked in first.
***
“Ohhhh, here we go,” Layla sang. “It’s hitting.” She slumped down into the sofa, her posture completely contrasting her toned athletic body, sculpted from years of playing on the school’s volleyball team. “Okay, so… like, what even was the thing?”
“What thing?” Olivia sighed, trying to remain focused on what her friend was saying even as Maci was doing her best to distract her.
“The thing where you, like, you said, y’know, ‘ohh,’ you were like, ‘ohh, I wanna tell you something, but I’m gonna wait until you’re h-’ Hey! Quit it!” she playfully chided Maci once she turned her head to look at the pair.
Maci took her lips off of Olivia’s neck and grinned deviously at Layla. “What? It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” Without waiting for a response, she lazily tilted her head back to return to lightly kissing her friend’s neck, her hand underneath Olivia’s waistband. Olivia, now fully feeling the effects of her own edible, was just sitting in the chair and moaning, fully surrendering to her curvy friend’s efforts.
Layla sighed playfully and gazed at the image on the TV coming in from Olivia’s phone. “Shoulda known better than to put this on,” Layla joked, looking at the screen. The three were watching their favorite thing to put on whenever they got high – a video they found from an X-rated male modeling agency showing off one of their ‘silver fox’ models. The man wasn’t the spitting image of Mr. Kent, per se, but it still looked enough like him that the women could let their intoxicated imaginations go from there.
Olivia bit her lip and lazily opened her eyes, looking at the screen, chuckling to herself even as she ground her hips against her friend’s hand. “My fucking husbaaand~” she sang, letting her words melt away into another throaty moan.
Maci groaned alongside her friend, eyes glued to the screen. “Mr. Kent looks better than him though,” she commented lightly.
Olivia giggled throatily, still enjoying the near-expert touchings of her friend. “Plus, you never see videos of, like, just guys, so this guy is probably gay or something.” She giggled. “Or bi.”
“Oh my god, wouldn’t it be so funny if you shoot your shot like that and then it, like – like, it actually turns out – I mean, it turns out: Mr. Kent is actually gay?” Maci laughed.
Ever the paranoid one of the group (especially while high), Layla pouted nervously. “I don’t think him being gay is what’s gonna make him say no,” she pointed out. “Like, what if he reports us?”
“To literally who?” Maci challenged her. “We’re all of age, we’re all out of his class, we’re all-”
“Oh fuck, right!” Olivia snapped to attention, sitting up. Maci’s hand still worked away between her legs but Olivia’s focus remained on the task at hand enough to report her news. “Okay, so, I actually did shoot my shot after-”
“You, like, talked to him? After your final and shit?” Maci quizzed her.
“Yeah but that’s not important,” Olivia dismissed her friend. “After-”
“How is that not important?! What did he say?” Layla asked.
“I hinted a bunch and he totally flirted a lil’ back with me but then he got scared and was all ‘goodbye and thanks for being a good student’ and made me leave, but then-”
Layla shivered. “Oh my god, we’re fu-”
“BUT THEN…” Olivia forcefully interrupted her with an annoyed expression, “I had one of those big think moments about how we were totally being ethical about this and wrote him a letter. I was all, ‘we’re consenting adults, we can be mature about this, and if you don’t want it, then ignore this letter, but if you do, here’s my Instag-‘”
“Oh my godddd,” Layla whined.
“So like… did he message you?” Maci asked, invested in the conversation even with her hand moving on autopilot.
Similarly, even while being fingered, Olivia’s body stiffened. “Oh fuck, right,” she murmured and got out her phone. Thanks to her intoxication, she didn’t even register that when she closed the video and pulled up her inbox, it showed up on the TV. Maci and Layla stared at the screen, their bodies bathed in the dim light of Olivia’s Instagram’s dark mode.
“Nada,” Maci observed.
“Go to ‘requests,’” Layla added, pointing at the screen. “I mean, if Mr. Kent has an account, it’s not like he’s been moots with you or something,” she joked. Even though it wasn’t that funny, Layla and Maci met eyes and started laughing.
As the two did, one message request showed up on the screen. Olivia squinted and opened the message, bringing the screen up to her face. She started reading the message sent from some kind of burner account that had clearly been made that afternoon… and as she started reading, her breath caught in her throat. She kept reading, her silence lost on the laughing pair, even as Olivia’s shoulders started to rise and fall with her now-excited breaths.
“Guys,” she breathlessly exhaled in a voice just above a whisper. As the two laughed, Olivia cleared her throat. “Guys!”
The two turned to her, then to the television, and began to read the message. After a few seconds, Layla’s hand flew to her mouth – she nearly shrieked into it. Maci’s face slowly erupted into a huge, shocked grin. “No. Fucking. Way.”
***
Olivia’s heart was pounding. She felt a little dumb in hindsight for expecting to get his address, or even for him to pick her up from hers. Both of those were obviously way too risky for him. The Laws of Plausible Deniability would of course dictate that the two meet up in some mid-tier hotel lobby instead at a particular time. After all, the burner account didn’t have his name. It had nothing identifiable apart from, “got your letter.” Both of them could deny everything. They both had all the cards.
Olivia wanted to be the one with all the cards, and yet, her breath left her body when she noticed Mr. Kent at the front desk and saw him approach her. She got to the hotel stupidly early just in case, and had a lot of time to let the nerves leave her body. They instantly came flooding back the moment she saw him. She felt silly for not noticing the moment he walked in – maybe he was almost as crafty as she was.
For his part, Mr. Kent did a double-take – a well-rehearsed one, like hers in the office – when he saw her. “Olivia?” he asked in shock. “What are you doing here?”
The first thing that left Olivia’s mouth was an undignified breathy chuckle-moan. She composed herself and managed to stammer, “S-someone told me they’d meet me here. In a message.”
Mr. Kent nodded. “Really? Interesting. I’m here for some kind of conference, actually.” Subtly, he surveyed the room to ensure no one that knew the two of them were there. “Well, as long as you’re here, can I help walk you to your room? You know, to make sure you get there safe.”
Olivia stared at him. “I-I don’t have a room…” she said in a voice barely above a whisper.
Mr. Kent gave her a puzzled look. “Don’t you? Look in your hand.” Olivia slowly and dumbly opened her hand, which contained nothing, and Mr. Kent filled the empty space with a hotel keycard. “See?” he pressed. “I think we’re going to the same floor. Shall we?”
Olivia’s already-needy pussy pulsed. This was a completely new energy from Mr. Kent, albeit a completely welcome one. It was an energy she already was well aware he had, but rarely showed; an energy of pure dominance. A friendly dominance: not one of ownership, but of controlling anyone willing to submit. And dear god, was Olivia ever willing.
She was almost light-headed when she started to follow him. Her already-overtime hormones were making her head practically buzz with pre-emptive pleasure. She was fairly certain Mr. Kent could have asked literally anything of her in that moment and she would have capitulated without question. And he kept up appearances. He never even hinted there was anything going on. He never grabbed her hand. He never so much as touched her shoulder. Even still, smelling his cologne and feeling his aura sent her thoughts into overdrive and ensured that she was shameful levels of wet before they even arrived at the room.
Even in the elevator, when it was just the two of them, he didn’t break for a second. He wasn’t like her. He was in full control of himself. He never succumbed. Olivia couldn’t bring herself to speak, and Mr. Kent didn’t bullshit her. He didn’t say anything. The silence between the two of them was an electric bliss, a fog of promised pleasure that Olivia knew would clear in mere minutes. It was happening. It was actually happening. The girls screamed in intoxicated shock and delight when they read the message, sure, but having it actually unfolding right in front of her was a completely different and new sensation entirely.
Eventually, the pair came upon a door on the third floor. “Okay…” Mr. Kent sighed in an all-business tone, looking around casually to see the two were alone in the hallway. Even so, and even as he spoke to break the spell of their silence, he still had his “teacher voice” turned on. And it was definitely not the only thing there that was turned on. “This looks like your room.” Not bothering to explain himself, he snatched the keycard from Olivia’s hand and swiped it through the lock. A little bar above the lock flashed green and Mr. Kent sauntered in. Olivia rubbed her fingers together, still in apparent shock from him snatching the key from her now-empty hand. Eventually, she regained her composure enough to walk into the room. Her heart pounded. She thought she was the one in control; the one with the plans. She was dead wrong.
Lightly, she walked into the room to see Mr. Kent had switched on the lights and was inspecting the room. “Feel free to get the door,” he casually told her. When she turned around and closed the door, she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders.
Her eyes fluttered closed. She knew what was happening. She could guess what was next. With zero brainpower left to have any shame, she whimpered as Mr. Kent whirled her around. Her mind was so high with pleasure she didn’t even visually register him come into her vision before her back was against the door. Mr. Kent wasn’t a boy – he was a man. He didn’t flinch, nor hold back. His hands were on her tight little waist and his throbbing hard-on was grinding against her before she even knew what was going on. His lips were on hers. Olivia couldn’t help but moan into her crush’s mouth. The little chuckle she received back – full of lust and confidence – confirmed everything Olivia hoped would be true about her teacher all year. It was clear that this man was never planning to do anything with her until she wrote that letter, but once she did, all bets were off. She was so glad she wrote that letter.
Just as she thought he would be, Mr. Kent was experienced. Once he was satisfied with the way he made her whimper and moan through his kisses, he changed tactics and whirled her around again. This time, Olivia wasn’t against the door – instead, she was facing it, with Mr. Kent kissing down her neck, his one arm grabbing across her modest chest and the other hand, daringly, slipping down her pants. “I half-expected a woman like you to go all the way and wear some kind of graduation dress today,” he told her, as his experienced fingers found their way inside her jeans, then her panties. His middle finger started encircling her clit.
Olivia let out a needy moan. “Th-the thought c-crossed my mind, sir,” she moaned.
“Already with the ‘sir,’ huh?” Mr. Kent chuckled. He could feel Olivia’s legs get weaker as he played with her sensitive little clit, listening for any sudden gasps in case it was too sensitive. He knew what he was listening for. Fuck, Olivia thought. Was this even his first time doing something like this? I couldn’t blame any girl that wanted to get some of this!
It was clear Mr. Kent wanted to move on, but unlike a boy, he took his time. It was only when it was clear Olivia was about to moan for “more” that he moved first. His hand moved up from her chest to her neck, squeezing along the sides in a way that made Olivia’s brain go fuzzy. He tightened his grip – not enough to be scary, but just enough to be exciting – and guided Olivia to the bed, just with his hand on her neck. With playful force, he threw her back onto the bed and she fell compliantly, fully surrendering to his lead.
Mr. Kent looked her over, smiling to himself. Even so, he cleared his throat. “Okay, so, I’m not one to make a habit of this,” he told her seriously yet suavely. “So I’m going to ask you a couple of questions for the record. Are you ready to tell me that you want this, fully consent to what we’re about to do, and if there’s anything that ever goes too far, you’ll either tell me in advance or as it’s happening, clear as day?”
Olivia nodded, her blush deepening.
“Words,” Mr. Kent gruffly reminded her, undoing his tie. “Use your words.”
Olivia raised her head off the bed, as difficult as it was. “Yes,” she diligently and breathing moaned in a voice just above a whisper. “I fully consent. I want this. I want to… to go all the way, and I’ll tell you if I’m ever uncomfortable.”
“Good girl,” Mr. Kent replied, causing Oliva’s neck to go weak again. “Next question. Did you want to do this because I was your teacher?”
Olivia paused for only half a second. Of course the answer was ‘yes,’ but she also couldn’t help but suspect… “No,” she told him. “I just found you really attractive as a person, and only would have wanted to do this when we’re out of that dynamic. I understand that doing it while you have authority over me is wrong. And right now, we’re just two consenting adults.”
“Good, that’s the right answer,” Mr. Kent replied, causing Olivia to breathe a silent sigh of relief. She wondered if he was also saying it for the record, or if he still had a boring, responsible streak to him. “And finally… have you been eaten out before?”
Olivia’s hands flew to her face. Oh my God oh my God, he wants to fucking eat my pussy, she screamed inside her head in nervous excitement.
“Words!”
“O-only by my friends, a few times… a bit of, um, girl fun,” she choked out through the hands covering her face. She was so red she could feel the heat radiating off of her face. She had to remove the hands just to let her skin breathe, and when she did, she saw her former teacher sinking to his knees.
“Why am I not surprised,” Mr. Kent chuckled. “Wild stab in the dark: was it Maci? Or perhaps Layla?” He didn’t let her answer and reached forward towards her pants. “If you’re not going to do it, perhaps I can help get these off of you?”
He wasn’t here to fuck around, but she was keen to find out. Not even bothering to use her words any longer, Olivia bashfully yet eagerly undid the button on her jeans and slid them down her skinny legs, all while her former history teacher had a front-row seat to the action. For his part, he wasn’t content only watching, and assisted her in sliding them down. His chest rose with his next inhale while his eyes were glued to their prize: her now-barely-covered pussy, clearly already wet through her underwear. Mr. Kent may have liked to take his time, but he wasn’t going to make her wait – once her jeans were on the floor, his fingers grabbed the waistline of her panties, only pausing to look Olivia in the eyes and wait for her response.
Timidly – but in a good way – Oliiva nodded. Mr. Kent barely nodded back, and pulled down her panties. Olivia couldn’t help but gasp and cover her face again, and her legs moved to close on their own. Mr. Kent caught her legs, and practically growled, “Are we stopping?”
Olivia breathed. “N-no, sir,” she replied, her pulse pounding in her ears, her legs gently relaxing and reopening again. She must have fantasized about this a thousand times, but it truly hit different in person. This was real. Mr. Kent was gently parting her legs… and his face was delicately yet purposefully moving in between her legs.
From the moment his tongue first made contact with even her outer lips, Olivia couldn’t stop herself from groaning, nor her body from going completely limp. She relaxed fully, letting him take full control as she hoped he would. She moaned her approval to the heavens, not caring for a moment if they’d approve, and willfully lost herself to the pleasure. It was beyond apparent that this was not Mr. Kent’s first time, nor even his tenth, doing this. From what she was feeling, she was willing to bet money that he was an expert – it only turned her on more, knowing he was likely every bit the secret pervert she was. His tongue moved in deliberate ways, as if he knew her this intimately for years. She was not going to lose her blush anytime soon, knowing she was embarrassingly quick to cumming quickly.
It was becoming increasingly hard for her to think coherently with the way Mr. Kent was taking complete control of Olivia’s body. His hands were gripping her around the small of her back in such a way that Olivia didn’t even need to put effort into staying in place, and thank god for that. Mr. Kent wasn’t just using his tongue – his lips and even his teeth were putting in just as much effort, with every movement causing Olivia’s body to slightly jump, her heart to set ablaze, and her mind to go completely numb. She never felt such highs even when she was completely stoned with both Maci and Layla tagteaming her pussy with their tongues. The noises she was making were completely alien to her. She sounded less like Olivia Dexter and more like a needy animal with each passing second, and with the way Mr. Kent was taking this in stride, it sounded like this was an average experience of giving cunnilingus for him. He was treading dangerously – how the fuck was he able to do this to any woman without her falling hopelessly in love with him?! Was this truly the first time he did this with a student? Olivia knew there was no way in heaven nor hell this would be the last time he’d do this with her, if she had anything to say about it!
Olivia, ironically, didn’t have to use her words when her first orgasm came. She needed only to heighten her tone and grab handfuls of Mr. Kent’s handsome hair, and he’d understand and do the rest. The orchestra in her mind reached a crescendo (despite her near-shouting in the real world) and swelled, as no doubt did her sensitive little clit with her climax. Pure pleasure rippled across her mind and she could feel the telltale signs of coming down from her high… just as Mr. Kent redoubled her efforts. Olivia’s tone became guttural, shocked, and downright hedonistic as the talented Mr. Kent rode the wave of her first orgasm and prepared her body to receive another. Her former teacher was giving her fucking rolling orgasms. She didn’t know how she’d be able to speak to him again professionally after this. If anything she thought of herself as an idiot for ever seeing him as anything but a sex god. She moaned and spasmed in place as Mr. Kent skillfully treated her to a second orgasm… then a third. By the time her third orgasm subsided, she found her ability to use words to beg Mr. Kent to give her body a break… and of course, ever the gentleman, he complied, retreating his mouth and telling her reassuringly what a good girl she was, all while she tried desperately to catch her breath. It took her several minutes to do so.
The next words to leave Olivia’s mouth shocked the both of them. “I… need to… suck your fucking cock. Please, sir. I fucking need it!” Her voice was painted with a desire she hadn’t known before. Even Mr. Kent, whose demeanor oozed confidence not moments before, smiled in pleasant surprise when he heard the words.
“Are you sure?” he asked, even as he stood again. Clearly he was standing in more ways than one – the way his bulge was apparent when he stood made Olivia both nervous and excited in sheer anticipation. He wasn’t tenting his slacks – he was too endowed for that. Instead, his thick throbbing hard-on was snaking down his leg, pulsating in its own anticipation. Olivia may have had her sluttier side, but she wasn’t too experienced in the way of sucking a man’s cock – after all, she only turned eighteen a few months ago; who’s an expert by then?
Even then… seeing Mr. Kent’s excitement made her want to become one.
Swallowing, Olivia nodded, her eyes glued to her prize like Mr. Kent’s were moments ago. “I want it,” she breathed.
Mr. Kent smiled – not hungrily, not predatorily, but warmly. Even though the taboo thrill was coursing through her, a part of Olivia was admittedly glad how abundantly clear it was that Mr. Kent walked the walk and saw the little slut as his equal, and not a plaything. “Okay,” he conceded gently, taking off his own pants slowly. “On the bed or on-”
Mr. Kent cut himself off with a laugh as Olivia got off the bed, eagerly wanting to service him in every way he serviced her moments before. He couldn’t help but laugh again as Olivia struggled with even getting to her knees, let alone standing – his expert administrations he gave her rendered her unable to use her legs properly. Olivia chuckled too, knowing full well how much she was advertising that her legs had turned to jelly. Still, she worked diligently, her fingers only trembling slightly as she fished her now-equal’s intimidatingly huge cock out of his pants.
Tropes be damned, she couldn’t help but gasp. She didn’t let the look of slight worry paint her face for long, in case Mr. Kent could see. Even still, he seemingly caught her expression, given he immediately added, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Olivia.”
She shook her head. “I abso-fucking-lutely want to, Matthew,” she told him.
He chuckled. “We can still go with ‘Mr. Kent,’” he replied warmly yet firmly. She simply smiled back, and admired what she was working with. It was bobbing and jumping just enough to make a clear look difficult, but it was clear he was veiny, thick, hard as steel, and ready for a mouth to satisfy it. Who was she to deny him?
She watched enough porn (of all varieties) to know at least what was expected, and especially after his show, did not want to come across as inexperienced. She was grateful that despite her toe-curling series of orgasms from earlier, she didn’t have dry mouth in the slightest, because the first thing she did was lick his cock from base to tip. She didn’t go too slowly and yet it still took several seconds – and he tasted like sweat, desire, and secret perversion. Her new favorite flavors. She slowly closed and reopened her eyes while looking right at him, letting him know wordlessly how pleased she was with this, and how eager she was to continue. Mr. Kent responded wordlessly himself, simply by biting his lip and nodding slowly and meaningfully at her.
It was definitely a bit of a struggle to take him into her mouth in a way that she couldn’t fake. Luckily, Mr. Kent’s sixth sense didn’t stop at her orgasms, and he allowed her to go at her own pace. He didn’t beg, or demand, or whine, or grab her and take what he wanted, like the boys her age. Mr. Kent was a lothario yet a gentleman, letting her enjoy it while getting used to it so she could figure out her own pace. She felt secure and safe – and still felt naughty, defiant, and like his good little plaything, all at once. She bet he couldn’t even see the color of her eyes at that moment with how dilated her pupils must have been through pure lust.
She was eventually able to fit Mr. Kent’s impressive cock in her mouth and get a good rhythm going without upsetting her gag reflex – no doubt something she wouldn’t have been able to accomplish if he’d been pointlessly rough and forceful. Knowing when to take control and when to relinquish it… ugh, he was such a man. His confidence and lack of insecurity, especially when it was his own ex-student blowing him, only made her all the wetter. And as Olivia was discovering in real time, the best lubrication of all was pure unaltered animal attraction. Like magic, she found her groove and was able to slide his delicious, pulsing cock farther into her mouth than she ever expected. She knew that she’d failed to take guys half his size before, and always just assumed she had difficulty blowing guys… but now she knew.
Once again, Mr. Kent’s sixth sense prevailed, and Olivia felt his hands gently caress her hair right when she started to wish he would take more control. His fingers danced lightly in her hair, then gripped the sides of her head as his hips began in earnest to work alongside her movements. With his size this was a new difficulty Olivia was only halfway sure she could match, but her determination won out – if Mr. Kent was going to be this amazing at sex before the two even fucked, then like hell was she going to put in anything less than her fullest possible effort. Whenever she looked up, she’d see Mr. Kent’s eyes staring back at her, making her pussy pulse and practically quiver. the way he fucked her face somewhat slowly, enjoying the moment… the way he bit his lip looking right into her eyes… he could have asked to marry her in that moment and she would have moaned a “yes” without any hesitation.
Instead, he asked something else. “How badly do you want me inside you?”
Olivia blushed yet again, taking a full five seconds to remove his manhood from her mouth. A trail of saliva still connected the two as she came up for air, breathing a few times to regain her composure. “Really fucking badly,” she admitted, her cheeks burning.
“Oh good, then the feeling is mutual,” he practically purred, then looked her over. “You’re overdressed. Let’s make ourselves more comfortable first, shall we?”
In a flattering display to Mr. Kent, Olivia still had trouble getting to her feet and remaining standing up for too long, so she had to sit on the side of the bed to declothe while Mr. Kent removed his last few articles in a joking striptease. It truly was amazing… Olivia couldn’t help but smirk to herself as she realized how comfortable and in control he was during this whole thing. Was this truly the first time he’d done this with an ex-student…?
Once the clothes were fully off, even though the main event had yet to begin, the pent-up pair couldn’t help but delay things just a little while longer. Olivia had long since given up the facade of making it look like she was in control, either of Mr. Kent or of her own hormones. She launched herself forward and couldn’t help but bury her face in his manly chest, kissing every possible area she found irresistible. Naturally, she began kissing him all over.
Mr. Kent, for his part, merely warmly chuckled and held her close while she let him know just how much she approved of what she saw. She kissed him all over, moving up to his neck – only becoming gentler when Mr. Kent’s no-nonsense voice warned her, “no hickies” – and then moving all the way down to his waistline, before coming back up and kissing him all over again and again. His body was so tight, so well-maintained, and his smell was absolutely intoxicating. She could just inhale his scent and feel her own desire deepen. She was hooked.
Olivia had, perhaps naively, assumed that once she finished kissing him up and down, they’d start the main event. No such luck – she, both fortunately and unfortunately, invited the vampire in and allowed him to do the same. Even though Mr. Kent’s look was warm instead of hungry, the kisses he began to plant on her body were like that of a man dying of thirst for desire. Olivia couldn’t stop herself from sucking in her breath and holding it when she felt Mr. Kent’s arm loop around her back and pull her in, while at the same time bringing in his lips to explore and worship her body. Olivia loved having her two friends’ mouths on her, but even at the same time, those two couldn’t compare to the experienced, playful yet authoritative lips of her former teacher. Mr. Kent’s mouth opened and his tongue began to flick across her painfully erect little nipples, teasing Olivia to maximum effect. She couldn’t help but whine cutely and pathetically, letting her body go limp and allowing him to hold her close as he showed her what a man’s mouth can truly do to her. As his efforts kept up, so too did her moans, and he’d tastefully take breaks to, just as she did, kiss up and down her body. Olivia couldn’t bring herself to ever tell him “no hickies” – even if she didn’t want him to give her hickies (and she absolutely did), there was no way she could think clearly enough to give Mr. Kent even a suggestion while he had this kind of hypnotic hold over her. She was more sure than ever – she needed him inside her.
Luckily, her scandalous lover had sensed what she needed, and before long, Mr. Kent released his hold on her and started walking towards the bed. The two barely needed to exchange any words at all… and crazily, they both sensed from the other which position they wanted to try. Mr. Kent laid down on the bed, his eager thick cock still excitedly bobbing in anticipation. For her part, Olivia was more nervous than ever. Sure, she’d fantasized about this a million or so times, but…
…But now she was going to ride her former teacher, cowgirl-style. Now she was going to have to take the full thing.
She pushed all of her worries to the back of her mind. Sure, she already had a little difficulty standing up on her own, and cowgirl wasn’t exactly a position famous for making it easy to walk afterwards. But she didn’t care if she’d have to remain sitting for a week afterwards – she was going to ride her teacher, until he came.
Oh, wait. Cum…
As if he had a direct line of communication with her innermost thoughts, Mr. Kent smiled and reached for his slacks, which he left on the side of the bed. From there, he reached into his pocket and produced a condom and some lube. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather we keep it safe,” he told her, still with a warm tone.
Olivia’s heart soared. He was so considerate… she was going to make this man cum like he’d never cum before. This man deserved everything he was going to get from her. This man had better come to her every time he needed anything in the future, because for service like this from him, she was ready to service him any time he fucking needed it.
As Mr. Kent lubed his protected cock and stroked a few times, Olivia shyly yet confidently made her way onto the bed. Sure, she was aware he was taking the lead, but… she still had her own authoritative side. “God, I’m going to fucking love this,” she scoffed. “I hope you’re ready for the ride of your life.”
She half-expected him to make some cheesy comment about earning a good grade or something, but she forgot she was dealing with a man here. “As long as you enjoy yourself too,” Mr. Kent jokingly conceded. “I hope you’re ready to be filled and stretched like you’ve never felt before.”
“No fucking kidding,” Olivia scoffed again, looking up and down his cock. She shuffled up to him and he offered her the lube bottle. Olivia gave him a look of curiosity.
“For yourself,” he told her. “Trust me.” She held out a hand and he squirted a little onto her hand, and watched her gently apply the lube to herself. “Take as long as you need when we’re beginning, and don’t hesitate to tell me at any time to pause or stop. ‘Pause’ means we freeze so you can get used to it. ‘Stop’ means I slowly take it out of you.”
“You’re already the best guy I’ve ever been with,” Olivia said quietly and tenderly.
“You deserve it,” he told her. She looked him in the eye – no smile, no joking smirk. He said it a hundred percent seriously. Olivia bit her lip. This man knew how to get her turned on in every way possible. Now it was her turn.
Even the first contact her pussy made with his dick felt heavenly. It sent shocks of anticipation throughout her body, to the extent where she instinctually jumped in place slightly. Olivia slowly exhaled and lined her former history teacher’s cock up with her pussy, knowing that even if there was no lubrication she’d already be wet enough for him. Slowly she began to sink down, letting him slide into her, and she closed her eyes, feeling every second of it.
Every time she thought she’d reached her limit, she’d keep sinking slowly and just feel more and more. It felt like sex, then it felt like good sex, and then, when he just kept entering her, she realized this was a new sensation entirely. She gasped, sinking slower and slower, her eyes firmly closed, the fireworks already going off in her mind. Eventually, she felt their pelvises kiss, and her eyes slowly opened. He was balls deep inside of her, and she managed to take it all in one clean slow drop.
Mr. Kent was watching with interest, biting his lip again. “Very impressive,” he admitted, and the two shared a tender chuckle. Slowly, the two began to rock back and forth, picking up speed and movement slowly over the course of a full minute. Olivia didn’t know exactly when it went from a slow progression to a full thrust, but she did know that by the time she let out her first loud moan, the bed was already making enough noise to give them away anyway.
It was almost unfair to her two friends. Not only was Mr. Kent handsome – and hung – but he fucked like an absolute stallion too. His strong hands were placed firmly on her hips and matched his hips’ movements perfectly, allowing Olivia to ride him as much as she wanted but supplementing every single move she made. It felt like she got to control the speed, but every feeling she felt was still somehow completely in Mr. Kent’s hands. And she was glad he had that level of control, because she lost her mind insanely quickly.
“F-fuck meeee… holy shit, oh my god, fuck, fuck, Mr. Kent, oh my god, I’m so – I’m sooo fucking glad we’re doing this, oh my god, oh my fuuuuuck…” she babbled, bouncing up and down on his cock, her tongue falling outside of her mouth once or twice as her brain tried to keep up with all of the sensations she was feeling.
Mr. Kent’s grunts and groans only turned her on further, and signalled to her that she was clearly far from the only one enjoying this. He slammed himself inside her, with his hips and hands working in perfect tandem with her movements. This man was born to fuck – why in the fuck was he a teacher when he had this gift? – and she was happy to show him just how badly she wanted him. Clearly a hot, eager slut like her was exactly what he needed, and he could have her any time. There was no way in hell she was only going to see him the once if he could fuck like this.
Olivia leaned back and took it. She leaned forward and ground her pelvis against him. She even collapsed at one point on top of him and they slowly rocked against each other for a minute or so, before, she got back up and the two went back to being sex-crazed animals again. She screamed for him. She moaned his name. She said sentences and emitted noises she never would have imagined herself doing before. But more than anything, she came. She was right – Mr. Kent giving her rolling orgasms during oral was a preview, if anything. The way he controlled her orgasms effortlessly confirmed her mind’s belief that her body was just his to use anytime now. She lost track of how many times he gave her a mind-numbing orgasm, with some of them happening one after another. A few times her pussy felt so sensitive that if it were any other boy, she would have asked to stop!
But this was no other boy. This was Mr. Kent, and she knew she had to ride this man until he came. Luckily, it was clear that getting to fuck her was having an effect on him too. Olivia was so wrapped up in what Mr. Kent was doing to her that she almost forgot that she clearly had a kind of bewitching effect on him. She had no clue how long the two had been going at it, but at some point, she looked at him and was hit in the face with the realization that she was making him this crazy for her. She was seducing him too, and now, her fucking ex-teaccher was going to cum while she rode him. She got to say that. She was fucking him. She was making him cum. She was making this man a pervert… or at least her pervert.
“Are you goinnngh… are you g-going to cum for me?” she moaned, riding him, slamming her hips down on his. The wet squelches of their juices mixing, and the slaps of skin hitting skin, rang in the room. The air was thick and practically steamy, with the smell unmistakably betraying unbridled arousal.
“Fuck,” Mr. Kent breathed, the animal arousal peeking through his normally calm demeanor. “F-fuuuck…”
“Do it…” Olivia moaned, sensing the time was coming. She’d lost her mind for him… it was time for him to do the same for her. “Fucking do it! Cum inside me!”
“Fuck, I wanna…” Mr. Kent managed.
“I want it too… next time, I want no fucking condom,” Olivia moaned, her mind going on autopilot. “I want you to shoot your fucking cum right inside me. Would you like that?”
Mr. Kent groaned like an animal.
“Would you, Mr. Kent? Fuck me until you cum deep inside me, breed me, make me your slut…”
Mr. Kent’s eyes squeezed shut and he groaned throatily, slamming Olivia down on him one last time. Olivia cried out as she felt his thick load through the condom, rippling the latex in ways her pussy muscles could distinctly feel. She did it. She got to fuck Mr. fucking Kent… until he came inside her. The two sweaty, wheezing, spent perverts breathed and just stared at each other, coming down from their highs until Olivia realized the movement was what kept her able to stay upright. As Mr. Kent’s cock began to deflate, her legs gave out in earnest and she crashed down on top of him, causing the pair to giggle. She managed to roll off of him and the two remained laying like that for a while, trying to catch their breath and process the heaven that took place between them.
“You were… fucking amazing,” Olivia admitted.
Mr. Kent breathed a few times. “Yuo were phenomenal,” he admitted.
“No regrets?” she joked.
“Not yet, and I assume we’re both going to keep it that-”
“A hundred percent, yeah,” Olivia immediately agreed. “Oh my God, dude. No. I’m never fucking risking ruining this – like – please tell me this isn’t the only time we’re doing this.”
Mr. Kent chuckled. “We’ll see,” he admitted. “To be fair, this was my first time taking a chance like this and I don’t know what-”
“Actually?!” Olivia asked in shock, looking at him.
Mr. Kent gave an exaggerated shrug. “I’m a teacher, Olivia. I don’t make a habit of this shit!”
“Then why-”
“You asked.”
A beat of silence passed. “That’s all it took though? I’m sure other students have probably-”
“They never have, and even if they did I’d never tell you,” Mr. Kent, ever the gentleman, retorted. “Your letter told me a few things. Number one, you seemed to understand the stakes, and you didn’t seem like the type that was trying to entrap me.”
“Well, yeah, obvi,” Olivia mumbled, then paused. “What’s number two?”
Mr. Kent paused. “Number two… let’s be honest, doing this with a former authority figure is never going to be a hundred percent healthy, and there’s always going to be some baggage. Your letter made it seem like you can close your eyes and pretend it never exists.”
Olivia paused. “Wait, so you did this to teach me a less-”
“No, nothing like that,” Mr. Kent reassured her. “But if it wasn’t going to be me, it was probably going to be some college professor or something. Someone that would pressure you or convince you to do something you weren’t ready to do. If it was going to happen anyway…”
Olivia paused, then laughed. “That’s a dangerous philosophy you got there,” she admitted.
Mr. Kent moved his neck to look at her and smiled. “Yeah, would you rate it as more or less dangerous than ‘we’re just two consenting adults, and that’s that’?”
Olivia laughed again. “You got me,” she admitted, then chewed her lip. It made sense… any teacher that wanted to do something like this must have had a philosophy in the grey areas somewhere. But still, a guy with views like that… it was going to be hard to convince Mr. Kent to go for Maci or Layla too. Olivia may have made a promise to put a good word in for them, but…
…But what was the harm in keeping him to herself, just for a little bit…?
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