Hot For Teacher (chapters 1-3, Completed)

[elissacousland]

-Hot for Teacher-
Chapter 1

High school is a difficult time. Especially if you're a horny eighteen-year-old fully equipped with constantly raging hormones. And a dick. Fang groaned softly and clenched her legs shut tight, trying to ignore the insistent stir of her gradually awakening member. She forcefully pulled her eyes away from Miss Farron's ass. The young teacher had her back turned to the class and was writing something up on the blackboard.

It was the middle of summer in Eden, and the temperature had hit record highs all week. The students in Miss Farron's calculus class suffered through with a broken air conditioner. It didn't help Fang's current agony that, in her efforts to keep cool, Miss Farron wore just a dash of a skirt, slung low across her hips in front and resting along the small of her back. The pitiful excuse for a garment ended in length, just at the curve of her finely sculpted buttocks. She normally wore a white, sleeveless leather coat, but she'd long since ditched that. The cropped, sleeveless brown turtleneck hung only to just below where her bra-line should be. Fang growled low in her throat, thinking of how the material clung to Miss Farron's body in all the right places.

Miss Farron reached upward to make a correction on the board. Her skirt-line edged up about an inch and her hind end wriggled side to side from her vigorous scrubbing of the chalkboard. Fang caught her breath to keep from groaning out loud. Etro's Grace! Could a woman be more finely built than this? There were some low murmurs from the male contingent of the classroom, and Fang thought she heard a soft whistle. Miss Farron paused a moment, eyes narrowing. She made no other acknowledgement that she'd heard anything, and continued writing on the board.

Fang tuned out to everything but the gentle drone of Miss Farron's firm, commanding voice. The pale young woman wore simple flats. Utilitarian to say the least. Not that she needed heels, the woman's legs stretched on up to heaven. Fang's hungry emeralds traced from the floor, up the smooth, strong calves, the marble-carved expanse of her hamstrings -Etro, what gorgeous legs!- Not all thick like a runner's legs, but still, one could definitely tell that Miss Farron was a woman who took care of herself. Mmmph! And that ass! Fang subconsciously licked her lips. The pleasant warmth between her legs grew sturdier.

Suddenly, Miss Farron whirled around eyes locking right onto Fang's. The brunette senior felt a hot flush rise in her cheeks. She thanked the deities for her darker complexion at that moment. Miss Farron's hard, crystal gaze lingered over her, before flicking around the classroom. "Does anyone know the answer?" she demanded. A silence so profound Fang could have sworn she head crickets chirping in reply was the only answer Miss Farron received. Well, except for-

"Ooh! Ooh! Miss Farron! Miss Farron!" the little silver-haired brat that sat in front of Fang raised his hand and waved it about wildly, desperate for the attention of the strawberry blonde. She glanced his way with a slightly annoyed look on her face and rolled her eyes, before glancing around at the rest of her students. "I meant anyone besides you, Hope."

"Aww," the younger boy slumped in his seat, and ducked his head, defeated. "but I know the answer…" he mumbled dejectedly.

Fang rolled her eyes. Of course he did. He knew all the fucking answers. The little genius had been skipped two grades in math. He shouldn't even be in Miss Farron's class. He was only 14 anyway. The little cocksucker was an outright teacher's pet, always doing everything he could to get praise and attention from the stunning beauty. And he often did. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair. Fang couldn't stand him. She glared at the back of his silver head and imagined what he'd look like with her fist slammed into his face.

Miss Farron glanced around the room again, eyes falling momentarily on each and every student. "Anyone?" When she received only another long silence, her gaze changed. Now her eyes lingered thoughtfully, darting here or there. Searching out a target.

Fang meanwhile had given up thoughts of beating up Hope Estheim, turning her attention back to more pleasant thoughts of ravaging Miss Farron, on the desk, on the chair, on the floor, against the chalkboard. And Miss Farron would love every minute of it, wrapping her legs around Fang's waist, clawing at her back, screaming her name, "Fang! Fang! Fang!"

"Fang!"

Fang blinked, eyes fluttering out of her wicked imaginings. Slender fingers invaded her vision, snapping the air around her face.

"Fang? Cocoon to Fang. Are you with us?"

Fang glanced up at an annoyed-looking Miss Farron. She slumped a little in her seat under that cold, ice-blue gaze. "Huh? Oh…uh.."

Miss Farron handed her a piece of chalk. She leaned over Fang's desk threateningly and whispered low, "Paying attention might save you some embarrassment next time. Now get up there and solve it."

Fang gulped. She would love to. But, there was one small problem. "Uh…I-I…can't." Fang stuttered as she handed back the chalk. Miss Farron's pale brow hiked questioningly as Fang stood up, hands flying to cover her crotch. "I-I have to-"

"Go," Miss Farron mercifully tilted her head towards the door, "Make it quick!" she said as Fang practically ran out the door. She heard some of the students snickering as she fled the classroom, but she didn't care. This was an emergency if there ever was one. She could hardly walk because of the raging hard on between her legs.

Damn! Why does she have to be so fine? Fang could hardly stand it. Ever since her and Vanille had transferred to Eden High from Oerba, Fang had trouble thinking about anything else but the lovely Miss Farron. Every night before she went to sleep, she'd masturbate to fantasies of the strawberry blonde, and every morning waking from her wet dreams, she'd recall the previous night's pleasantries that had stained her sheets.

"Aarrrgh!" she growled, easing her way down the deserted hallway. It was not fair. It was not fair at all that she was eighteen, an adult now, but Miss Farron surely saw her as a student under her tutelage, perhaps even, a child. And who the hell in their right mind would put a twenty-one year old in a position to teach high-school seniors? It was ridiculous! She was barely out of high-school herself!

Fang banged the door to the girls' room open with her clenched fist. She took the first stall she came to and locked the door behind her. She hadn't even bothered to check for others that might hear her, but that didn't matter now at all. This wouldn't take too long.

She put the lid down and sat on it, then pulled her sari aside and drew her shorts down to her ankles. The source of her troubles stared back at her, strong, proud, enticing. She took no mercy on the deviant thing, attacking it with wild ferocity. The pleasurable sensations sent shivers through her body. She grunted with the effort, quaking, as she tripled her rhythm. It was too much too fast, though and before she could get to the end and abolish her agony, a muscle in her shoulder spasmed, protesting the cruel treatment. Fang tried valiantly to fight through it, if she could just get to the end, she was so very near. Her breaths came gasping and short with each frustrated grunt. Images of Miss Farron in various states of dress and undress flickered behind her eyes. One in particular kept repeating in her brain, insisting itself in her fantasies.

Miss Farron, bra-clad, with her skirt hiked up over her hips, sat on her desk, head thrown back in ecstasy, arms leaning on the desk for support, while Fang knelt between her legs. The muscle in Fang's shoulder jerked again, painfully this time, and she knew she had to stop. With a deep, slow breath, she paused, slowing her rhythm down to nearly nothing. She would have to take her time and work herself back up, so as not to injure her arm. Her lips curled up in a soft smile as she lingered on that particular fantasy, wondering what Miss Farron would taste like.

Fang hadn't ever been with anyone before, unless you could count the one time she and Vanille had sort of experimented with sex together. But the adopted redhead that her parents had taken in, was too much like a little sister to her, and they both had found the experience awkward instead of exciting. Still, Fang found that she did enjoy the act, and since her discovery, often wondered if Miss Farron would taste the same.

Miss Farron clenched her legs tighter around Fang's head, one hand fisting tight in her hair. Soft mewling sounds escaping her throat. Fang doubled her pace and pressure. "Fang…" Miss Farron gasped, "Fang…" breathlessly. "Fang!" clenching her legs shut around Fang's head. Fang grunted a low, agonized sound, as her lust spilled out in hot spurts.

Moments later, still somewhat dazed as her heart returned to a more normal pace, and her breathing slowed, consciousness of her surroundings slowly returned to Fang. Her shorts were down around her ankles still, dick shriveling up to a presentable size that wouldn't show beneath her sari. Her palms were caked in her own sticky mess and the watch on her wrist said that twelve whole minutes had passed.

"Holy shit!" she cried and jumped up. She pulled her shorts up and fixed her sari as fast as she could, before exiting the stall and washing her hands. Miss Farron was gonna kill her for taking so long! But still, Fang thought, blowing out a long breath to sober herself from the endorphin rush she was still high on, it had been worth it. Now, at least, she could think of things besides fucking Miss Farron silly.

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-Hot for Teacher-

Ch. 2

Fang made it back to the classroom finally, and tried to slink quietly over to her seat. The other students were working diligently on something and no one dared to make so much as a peep. She soon found out the reason why. On her desk waiting for her, there was a pop quiz. Crap! Fang cracked her knuckles and grabbed a pencil out of her desk.

Miss Farron sat behind her desk. When Fang finally reappeared, she noted the disheveled countenance, all messy-haired, flushed in the face and sweaty. Not to mention the slightly nervous way she glanced around at her fellow students. Almost as if to see whether or not they had noticed what she'd done on her "bathroom" break.

Miss Farron's lips quirked minutely. A knowing thought crossed her mind. It wasn't the first time she'd suspected the young woman's crush on her. It also wasn't the first time Miss Farron had purposefully, although discreetly, tried to seduce Fang in subtle little ways. Whenever she had to help Hope with a problem, which wasn't too often unfortunately, she made sure to face him and kneel down, so that Fang could enjoy the generous view. She also made sure to give the brunette a nice view of her back end at every opportunity that presented itself.

She was quite glad to know that Fang was of legal age, because the woman was downright gorgeous, with her lusciously tanned complexion, wild raven locks, entrancing dark jade eyes, and it was just a damned shame what Edenites would think of their relationship if it were to develop as Claire had often imagined late into the lonely hot summer nights. Claire had never thought she would feel something this strong, for one of her students. But Fang was no ordinary student. Every word out of her mouth, a delightfully accented melody, her eyes ever playful, and at certain times, sensuous, lustful even. It didn't take long to deduce what Fang was doing on those frequent bathroom breaks. Half the class probably thought the poor girl had a weak bladder, and so had Claire. Until she caught her doing it in class. Since then, it became something of a game for Miss Farron, to see how long she draw out Fang's torture, at what point would the poor thing crumble and cave to her lust.

The sounds of Fang's distress pulled her from her thoughts. Miss Farron glanced up from some papers she'd been idly correcting. A few of her smarter students had finished early and since her class was final period, she'd allowed them to leave as soon as they were done. Blue eyes watched amusedly as the young woman wiped the sweat from her brow, shook the shoulder of her sari for a bit of air, and chewed on the end of her pencil.

A heavy, defeated sigh preceded a Dixon Ticonderoga 2 hitting the desk with a shrill, woody complaint. Fang huffed gently, trying to mute her aggravation. She sighed and rubbed sweat from the back of her neck. When she looked back at the quiz, it was no use, the equations were just a jumble of nonsensical letters, symbols and numbers to her.

The loud groan of furniture being pushed across linoleum flooring in the otherwise quiet, grabbed her attention. Was it over already? But the bell hadn't rung. Fang's eyes flicked up to Miss Farron who stepped out from behind her desk and made a few paces to stand in front of it. "Alright guys, you've got…" she announced, shooting a quick glance at her watch, "..30 minutes. Make them count,"

There was a general murmur and a muted, shuffling commotion as the other students worriedly hurried their actions. The raven-haired senior tried to make sense of the figures on her paper, but somehow Fang's attention inevitably returned to the most beautiful thing she'd ever laid her eyes on, drawn there like the proverbial moth to the gorgeous, enticing flame that was Miss Farron.

Said young woman yawned then, and gave a lazy stretch, first pulling her arms up, then outward, jutting her chest forward, flexing her legs as her body arched backward, curling like a contented cat. This position she held a few seconds, giving a drop-jawed Fang a tempting scene, the flat, muscled expanse of her stomach, crowned with the jewel that adorned her navel. She sighed and gave a half-hop backwards, using her arms to pull her the rest of the way onto her desk as she settled her bottom in place. She made sure to pull her right leg over her left as she leaned back on her palms and surveyed the students.

Fang was no longer paying attention to the test at all. Miss Farron was far to tempting a distraction. Thirty minutes! She groaned, dick primed and ready all over again. This is torture! I'm gettin' blue balls! Fang gave up. The prospect of another twenty long minutes watching Miss Farron heave and sweat in the muggy oppression would most assuredly kill her. There was only one thing to do.

She couldn't ask for another bathroom break, and was certain she wouldn't be granted one anyway. Very slowly, her left hand snaked down beneath her sari. She brushed it against her package and instantly felt a small measure of relief. That relief was short-lived, as her arousal, now fully awakened, sprung harder against her shorts.

Miss Farron meanwhile, idly swung her foot to a tune only she seemed to hear. She appeared bored and rather oblivious, but if Fang had been watching her face, instead of her body, she might have noticed the curious arch of that single brow, or the slight smirk tugging at her lips, perhaps the way her eyes kept landing on Fang.

The pink-haired woman sighed and tugged at the neck of her sweater. Her fingers played along the clasp, and Fang's eyes, drawn there, caught glimpse of her blue ones for a second - did she just wink at me?- and then coherent thought strangled, suffocated behind the sound of a zipper riding downward.

Fang felt lightheaded, and knew she was staring, and she should stop what she was doing. Surely Miss Farron would catch her. But the woman only continued to seem bored as she fanned the air near her face, and the seconds on the clock slowly ticked by. Fang held herself in a firm grip now, teased and flirted by the soft, pale mounds, joined together at the crux of where the zipper had stopped traveling downward. Fang's strokes were light and teasing now, too, unlike earlier, when her urgency had overtaken her.

This time, she had a whole thirty minutes to enjoy the view, and enjoy it she would. Every now and then, her eyes met with blue crystals, that seemed to be smiling at her. It was just her imagination she told herself. Ya just seein' things, Fang. Lustful thinking. She almost chuckled at her own pun.

Miss Farron reached nearby and picked up a bright, shiny, red apple. She slowly brought it to her mouth. Those pale, pink lips opened wide, the apple nearing her mouth. Her lips pulled back in almost a sneer as her teeth sunk in deep, causing a loud crunch to echo in the room. Her lips pursed around the apple. Juice from the wounded fruit pooled in her mouth, dribbled down her jaw, then trailed a slow line down her neck. Fang stroked herself more firmly now, as Miss Farron's throat worked to suck up all the juice. Finally, she tore a large chunk away from the apple and chewed slowly, not bothering to wipe the juice that was now running down her chest. Fang's breathing was becoming labored, and it didn't matter now whether Miss Farron was really doing it that way on purpose, or Fang was just imagining it. Their eyes met again, across the room, and to Fang, Miss Farron was openly smirking, a look of triumph evident on her beautiful features. She took another sensuous bite. This time a small bit of apple fell down in between her breasts. She glanced down in the midst of chewing the piece that was in her mouth. She reached into her bra and pulled it out. Her eyes found Fang's once more, as she brought her index and middle fingers to her mouth and exaggeratedly placed the bit of apple on her tongue, before closing her lips around those two fingers. Her throat worked again as she suckled the apple from them. The she pulled her fingers out of her mouth and licked them slowly, flicking the tip of each one as innocently as a kitten with a bowl of milk. Then, with a devious smile directed at Fang, her tongue slowly and suggestively swirled erotic circles around each finger.

The rest of the apple was eaten this way and by the end of it, Fang was sure she was going to have to hit the restrooms again before heading home after school. After all, she was trying to be discreet. She couldn't just pound her meat mercilessly in class, like she had earlier in the bathroom, though she was half-tempted to with the way her wild imagination was carrying on. Her vision began to blur. Her eyes flickered. She strained to keep her pace discreet, but she was close…so fucking close…

The bell rang, signaling the end of the class. Time to go home. The students all stood and shuffled toward the front of the class, each stopping by Miss Farron's desk to hand in their quiz before shuffling out the door. The only two who didn't stand up immediately, were Fang and Hope.

Fang readjusted her sari so that it hung on her like a thick skirt, helping to hide the bulge at her crotch. Hope fell over onto the floor. Fang glanced over at him. WTF? His nose was bleeding and his eyes appeared dazed.

"She…liked my apple…? He blinked slowly as he lay dazed and confused on the floor, with an obvious boner that made Fang want to gag when she noticed the fact. She glanced up at Miss Farron who made a disgusted scoff at the boy. Fang rolled her eyes at him and walked out the class and down the hallway, towards the girl's restroom.

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-Hot for Teacher-
Ch. 3

Another day, Fang thought, as her and the rest of Miss Farron's students piled into the classroom and took their respective seats. Miss Farron walked the aisles handing out their graded quizzes from the day before. Fang took her seat and admired the short, tan skirt Miss Farron wore today, it accompanied her tight, white wife-beater tee quite nicely. Hope walked into the room, carrying a giant basket, filled with shiny new apples. Fang face-palmed upon seeing him, with the goofy, bright grin he wore. She swore he might start nose-bleeding again.

"Miss Farron," he squeaked, eager as a new puppy, "I brought you some more apples!" His eyes were large and dreamy as he presented the basket to her. Miss Farron's face contorted into what looked like, to Fang anyway, a forced smile.

"…Thanks…Hope….that's…nice…" Her voice was no kinder, but the boy took no notice. "Just put them on my desk."

Fang face-palmed again. Just the sight of the apples made her twitch at the thought of such torture. Please, no more.

"Will do, Miss Farron!" he beamed happily and walked over and set the whole basket on the corner of her desk.

"Here, I picked the best one for you!" he cried, grabbing the biggest, brightest, reddest one of the bunch and presenting it to her.

From behind both palms, Fang could be heard groaning.

"Um, No thanks, Hope," Miss Farron gracefully declined the boy's offer.

Fang breathed a sigh of relief.

"I already have this nice… big…" Fang looked up at the sound of Miss Farron's voice, only to watch as she peeled open a big, yellow… "thick…firm…banana," When it was peeled, Miss Farron's lips descended over the lucky fruit, devouring it into the depths of her throat, until only half of it remained in her hand. Slowly, Miss Farron drew the banana out of her mouth, leaving only the tip of it inside. This, she suckled gently. Her eyes caught Fang's. Pink lips pulled back. Teeth sunk in.

Fang face-planted on her desk. There was only one way to drive the torturous image from her mind. "No, no, no, no, no, no…Etro?…why…? Why me?…why?…why?…why?"

"Go take a seat, Hope," Miss Farron instructed, as the class settled into the start of the daily routine, and students began to open their books. Hope paused on the way to his seat in front of Fang. He eyed the girl curiously as she banged her head on her desk. He shrugged it off and took his seat. He turned over his quiz. "All right! Another A!" He cried and fist-pumped the air.

"Fang? Are you alright?"

Fang stopped beating her head against the desk. Miss Farron eyed her suspiciously. The banana was nowhere in sight. Fang sighed, grateful. Had she imagined it all? Possibly. Oh well, what mattered now was that it was gone. Fang clasped her hands together and leaned her forehead into them. Holy Etro, full of grace, thank you for your mercy.

"Do you need to go to the nurse?"

Fang glanced up once more. Miss Farron's brow piqued. The intellect in her gaze spoke volumes. There was suspicion, concern, disbelief, and… something else Fang had trouble placing…a sort of smug satisfaction, glowing in the twinkle behind those crisp, blue eyes.

"Uh..n-no, Miss Farron…" Fang managed to stutter. Deep breaths, deep breaths. She could get through this. As long as she didn't have to worry about apples or bananas anymore. You can get through this, Fang. Breathe, girl, just breathe. The air was a welcome friend, sympathetic to her burning lungs, her charred nerves.

"O…kay…" Miss Farron slowly conceded to let Fang stay.

Fang was the last student to get her graded quiz back, of course. Miss Farron said nothing as she placed the page face-down on Fang's desk. She made her way back to the front of the classroom. Fang turned the page over and was not at all surprised to see a big red "F" on her quiz, underneath which, the word "incomplete" was also scrawled in angry red letters, and underscored with two thick red lines. However, underneath that, a personal note was scrawled in Miss Farron's neat penmanship. Blue ink stood out against the contrasting felt marker. One sentence. Four simple words. Had never instilled such dread in a person. "See me after class."

Fang gulped down a healthy amount of fear. Some might say it was irrational. But then, they probably never met Miss Farron. The young math teacher was known for her hot temper, and many students whispered the rumors of her fierce tongue-lashing, though Fang could guess that only a handful had actually lived through it to tell the tale.

The class eventually ended, as they always do, the bell signaling the students their freedom from academic servitude. Miss Farron gave the class a dry, "Dismissed." A cheery murmur spread throughout the student body of Calculus 301. By the dozens, they filed out of the door. Fang tried to slink into the crowd. A firm voice stopped her in her tracks. "Not you, Fang."

Fang gulped, remaining still, even as the only witnesses who could save her from a murder most foul emptied out of the room, and she was left alone with the dread Miss Farron's wrath. Fang adjusted her backpack over one shoulder nervously as she awaited her fate. "Come here."

Fang hung her head, using her bangs to hide her eyes as she walked slowly toward the front of the room towards Miss Farron's desk, towards her doom. Miss Farron sat there, looking innocent enough, fingers laced together on top of her desk. To tell the truth, she actually looked rather cute with the reading specs she wore. Miss Farron glanced up as Fang came to stand in front of her. "Sit," she instructed, pointing Fang to one of the desks right in front of hers.

Fang took the nearest one, directly dead center in front. She winced -ooh, bad choice of words, she thought dismally. Another lump of fear threatened to stifle her breath as the pale beauty before her said nothing for a while. Fang was certain Miss Farron was making her sweat it out a little, and from the stern look on her face and the ensuing terror it instilled in Fang, she was doing a damned good job of it. When Miss Farron finally took a deep sigh, the senior twitched.

"I'm concerned about you, Fang,"

Fang could only nod and try to swallow her fear. Miss Farron pushed away from her desk and stood, folding her arms across her chest as she came to stand near Fang. "Your grades have gone to shit."

Fang gulped, and glanced down at the floor. What could she say in defense?

Miss Farron continued, not at all nearly as harsh as her reputation. In fact, there was a bit of a soft undertone to her voice, if not her words, that put Fang at ease as the one-sided conversation continued. "I know that you're smarter than this."

Fang still could not raise her gaze from the floor. She was ashamed. Miss Farron was right. There was no reason for her to be failing math. She just couldn't seem to concentrate around Miss Farron. A dreadful thought occurred to her. Would Miss Farron send her away? Transfer her to another class? A different teacher?

"I'm sorry," she blurted out, somewhat stifled in volume by her shame.

"What was that?" Miss Farron asked as she leaned over Fang, hovering so close that Fang could smell her perfume. Lillies? Fang smiled as she breathed slow and deep the sweet aroma of Miss Farron's store-bought scent.

"Uh…I'm sorry?" Fang clarified, a little louder, as she brought her eyes to meet Miss Farron's.

Miss Farron was not happy. She looked pissed. Her eyes were cold and harsh, brow crinkled into a frown, lips set thin and tight. Her voice came out like a whip, each word a separate blow to Fang's ego. "Sorry doesn't cut it!" Miss Farron's anger manifested as she slammed her hands down onto the desk, her eyes glittered rage at Fang. "You're close to failing for the year. Is that what you want?"

Fang looked down again. "N-No, Miss Farron."

The older woman scoffed and took a step away. She folded her arms again as she paced in front of Fang. Finally, she came to a stop right in front of Fang. Her voice was kinder this time, lower, almost apologetic-almost.

"Then you'd better start paying attention in my class."

Fang swallowed thickly. "I-I will, M-Miss Farron, I promise."

After a long silence, Fang dared a glance up. Miss Farron was turned away from her, one arm folded across her chest. With her right hand, she pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and index finger. Between the remaining fingers of her right hand, she held her glasses. Her head was hung, eyes closed. Fang felt a stab of guilt pierce through her chest.

Finally, Miss Farron turned her gaze back to Fang, turning her head only. She let her hands drop to her sides and placed her glasses on the edge of her desk. "I don't want promises, Fang," she whispered softly. Her voice hardened with her next words. "I want action." She fixed Fang with a pointed stare. "Don't just say. Do. Understand?"

Fang nodded. "Yes, Miss Farron," she conceded.

Miss Farron grabbed something from her desk and walked toward Fang. "Good," she affirmed. "Now, put it in writing."

"?" A dark brow hiked, to prove Fang's confusion.

Miss Farron placed a fresh stick of chalk on the desk. "Write it. Two-hundred times."

Fang only just barely managed to stifle an "Aww, man…" and replaced it with a "Yes, Miss Farron," as she picked up the slender white stick. Miss Farron watched with a satisfied smirk written all over her pretty face as Fang rose and walked up to the chalkboard. Under other circumstances, Fang might have found it adorable. The woman rarely smiled at all, but then, Fang had never had the chance to know her outside of a classroom setting.

…I will pay attention in Miss Farron's class.
I will pay attention in Miss Farron's class.
I will pay attention in Miss Farron's class.
I will pay atten..t..

After the hundred-and-fiftieth sentence, Fang paused in her task. Her fingers were sore, and the tendons in her forearm ached from build-up of lactic acid. She set the chalk down and rubbed her forearm, working the kinks out of her tendons as she made her way up to her wrist, hand, and fingers. A heavy sigh caught her ears. She chanced a glance behind her.

Miss Farron seemed to be no better for the wear. Meaningfully hunched over her desk, she poured over her student's papers, tight, wire-rimmed frames parked neatly on her face, red correcting pen poised between steady fingers. Tension laced the muscles in her neck, cording tight sinew that looked about ready to snap. She groaned softly, a sound that denoted her physical misery. She arched her back, stretching her shoulders backward, a motion that clearly displayed her breasts forward.

Fang felt a pang of pity for the woman. She had not noticed when she had ventured so close, but now she was within arms reach of her. Miss Farron flinched only slightly when Fang's hands found her shoulders, acknowledging her presence with a sideways glance, before continuing with her task. Silence breathed but a minute's space, until Fang found the courage to make her hands move.

Miss Farron set down her pen and removed her glasses as the magic of Fang's strong hands seeped warm relief into her tired, strained muscles. She leaned back into Fang, resting her head against the senior's stomach. Moans poured from lips the same soft pink as her hair. Miss Farron writhed and cooed in Fang's expert grasp, peppered with an occasional grunt of discomfort as her masseuse transitioned into new territory that had yet to be relieved.

The minutes blurred endlessly until Fang lost count. Miss Farron's pleasured moans had brought up a pressing matter that needed tended to, badly. She couldn't help it. She had tried to fight it at first, and concentrate on doing the woman a favor, but Miss Farron's moans, sounded increasingly sensual as time wore on. Fang slowed her rhythm, pulling away the intensity of her caress, leaving only a gentle, tease along the fair skin. Miss Farron shivered once at the tickle of Fang's light touch.

Fang turned to head back to her previous task when she was stopped by Miss Farron's hand over hers. She glanced down. Miss Farron looked up at her, earnestly. "Thank you."

"Heh, no problem, Miss Farron," Fang said awkwardly, scratching at the back of her head in a nervous fashion. "Anytime," she added, then kicked herself for how lame it must have sounded. Miss Farron nodded. She stood from her chair so abruptly that Fang stepped back a bit.

"Fang," Miss Farron addressed her directly, looking the woman right in the eyes without flinching even to blink. Fang felt her nervousness spike, and though she knew it shouldn't be, she found it also strangely arousing. It was the intensity in Miss Farron's gaze that pierced her down through to her core, spreading throughout her body and finally settling in her libido.

Fang gulped. "Miss Farron..?" she asked, her voice came out as a breathy squeak.

Miss Farron tilted her head to the side and eased forward a few steps. "Do you like me?"

The question took Fang by surprise. "Oh..yes! Of course! You're a great teacher. I-I promise I'll do better, it's just- I get … distracted, that's all," she explained, tripping over her rushed words a few times.

Miss Farron smiled a strangely pleased smile. "Hmm, distracted…" she mused. Suddenly, Miss Farron stalked forward, reminding Fang of a large, predatory cat.

"Is that…"

(step) / Fang took a step backward.

"because…"

(step) / Fang took another step backward.

"you find me…"

(step) / Fang felt her back hit the chalkboard. Her panic meter spiked.

"attractive…?"

Miss Farron closed the final space between them with a pleased smirk curling her mouth. Fang was at a loss for words. She wasn't sure what was happening, but it was far better than anything she could have imagined. Miss Farron's presence electrified the air around them with sensual magnetism. Fang knew what she wanted to happen, though her brain still tried to deny the obvious turn of events.

Miss Farron pressed close to Fang, merging their bodies together. She reached up to caress Fang's cheek, her eyes dropping to Fang's lips. Fang's heart swelled and fluttered. Her arms remained frozen at her sides, unable to take initiative in this surreal fantasy apparition.

I've done it! I've finally gone bonkers! I've lost it! This can't really be happening! Where am I?

Fang closed her eyes as Miss Farron reached up. Instead of a kiss, she felt Miss Farron's cheek on her own. She opened her eyes. Miss Farron purred quietly in her ear.

"I know you touch yourself in my class," Miss Farron whispered, followed by a light flick of her tongue to Fang's lobe.

Oh, Maker, spare my sanity! Fang pleaded, face flushing with embarrassment as Miss Farron ground their bodies together. Surely she can feel it? She had to, there was no way she couldn't.

"I'm.. sorry?" she ventured, glancing down at the blonde, whose cerulean eyes were unabashedly full of desire.

Miss Farron pulled away from her, one brow raised. "No, Fang," she assured, leaning into the other woman, "I'm the one who should be sorry," she apologized. Fang blinked at her.

"Sorry for what?"

Miss Farron chuckled in the back of her throat and the sound sent a shiver down Fang's spine. "I've been teasing you all year," she said with a shrug of one shoulder. "It's all right, though," she assured, tucking a stray lock of bangs behind Fang's left ear. "I should know: A girl can only take so much."

Fang stared at Miss Farron, gape-mouthed. So it WAS true! She wasn't imagining things at all! Miss Farron had been coming on to her all year? "Wait…w-what?" she stammered.

A sultry smirk. "Shut up and kiss me, Fang,"

Fang had no choice in the matter. One moment, she was trying to process the words, and the next, Miss Farron's tongue was exploring every bit of her mouth. Fang melted, moaning, hands finding their way around to cup a Farron ass. Her teacher jerked, a bit surprised when Fang had the balls to give it a light squeeze.

She broke from Fang's lips long enough to admonish the girl, though by her tone, Fang could tell, she enjoyed it despite her words. "Naughty girl, there's time for that later," she said, dragging Fang away from the chalkboard with her as she stepped backwards toward the desk.

Fang grunted as she was flung into Miss Farron's chair, chased a moment later by the woman herself, who mounted her eagerly and resumed their impassioned kiss. Tickling fingers crawled underneath Fang's sari and tank bra. The senior arched when Miss Farron found her dual prizes and squeezed. Experienced digits coaxed Fang's tight peaks, pinching and twisting, while Miss Farron bit hungrily at her neck. Fang fought for breath with each new trick her teacher showed her. Fingernails scraped tantalizingly low on her belly, the blonde woman purred seductively.

Fang swooned, dizzy with heat, as she felt her dick harden exponentially. Miss Farron's hand wandered lower. Fang hissed, her heart stopped as she registered the surprise in Miss Farron's eyes. A long, silent moment stretched on for longer than Fang was comfortable with. Cheeks burning flushed, she started to pull away, unable to explain her genetic abnormality, "…uh…"

Her swoon returned with ripping force and breath sapping pleasure as Miss Farron firmly squeezed her. "Maker, you're so fucking hard," Miss Farron purred, alternately licking, then kissing Fang's neck affectionately. Fang's comprehension limited to the singing of nerves all over her body, discovered, alighted, and infused by the young, blonde teacher. Miss Farron worked Fang in her palm, soothingly caressing the impossibly large extension in her hand. Her lips locked around Fang's right breast as she suckled, flicking the peak with the tip of her tongue. Fang moaned, arching into her, forcing more of that generous breast into her mouth and driving her hand to base of her searing-hot need. Miss Farron felt her own respondent need soak through her underwear.

Abruptly, she dismounted from Fang, leaving the teen bewildered and bedraggled in the chair, shorts around her knees, dick jutting proudly, hard as rock. Miss Farron offered the dazed woman a hand and pulled her to her feet, while swiping the desk free with her other arm. "I want you inside me," Miss Farron pleaded, eyes devoid of all but the lust raging within her.

Fang groaned as her back hit the desk. Miss Farron mounted her again. A desperate thought formed in her mind, "I don't…have any-" she tried, as Miss Farron slipped out of an enticing pair of small pink panties. Her teacher seemed to acknowledge her distress.

"Don't worry," she breathed in Fang's ear. She offered no other explanation, and Fang took it to mean that she either hand some of her own protection on hand, or was on The Pill. It certainly took a load off Fang's mind, having a kid while still in high school, she certainly did not need. And if word got out, Miss Farron would probably lose her teaching license.

Miss Farron pressed against Fang, matching their forms with every smooth inch of her flesh. Fang moaned again, when she felt slick heat grind into her. Miss Farron matched a slow rhythm with her. This couldn't possibly get any better, or so Fang thought. Jade eyes rolled back in her head, an involuntary grunt escaping her lips. Miss Farron slowly eased Fang's impressive girth into her, startling when Fang's dick twitched at her tightness. Her walls contracted involuntarily in reply. The senior hissed, glancing desperately at her teacher.

Miss Farron straddled Fang, shifting her hips to a more comfortable position as she leaned her hands at Fang's shoulders. She glanced down to meet Fang's eyes. "First time?" she panted. Fang flushed, eyes casting themselves away.

Miss Farron cupped her cheek and turned Fang to face her. "I've got you, Fang." Jade eyes met oceanic blue ones. Miss Farron's eyes caressed her own with assurance, and Fang in turn, returned that sincerity with full trust. Miss Farron leaned forward and captured Fang's lips against her own, dueling, not passionate now, but slowly, an exchange of permissions as they began to move together.

Miss Farron guided Fang slow and easy, as the senior whimpered beneath her.

"Etro…" Fang sighed, "…more," she pleaded, thrusting her hips and pulling down on Miss Farron's waist where she had a good grip on the woman.

Miss Farron squealed in surprise, a gasp ripping through her as pleasure tore through her from where their bodies joined. Obligingly, Miss Farron sped her rhythm, grinding and riding Fang's dick happily. Fang stared up in wonder at the woman above her, curious now as to where her clothes had gone. A tiny voice in her head told her that she was just as naked, though she couldn't recall exactly how that had happened.

Those bits of logic aside, Miss Farron was a gorgeous woman. Fang found herself entranced, staring up at the beauty who pleasured herself on Fang's oddity. Fang's hands wandered from Miss Farron's hips, to trace the navel piercing. She pulled on it experimentally. Miss Farron groaned, and whispered a shuddering "fuck," that was followed by another contraction against Fang's cock. Fang's other hand slid down the inside of Miss Farron's hip, thumb finding a spot hidden in champagne curls, that caused the blonde riding her to tremble and moan.

"Fang…" she breathed heavily, and the senior wasn't sure what it meant. Stop? Or Don't stop? But Fang couldn't stop if she wanted to. She was like a woman possessed. Her thumb traced rapid circles against the hard, wet nub of flesh. Blinding hot pleasure flickered before Fang's eyes as the blonde continued to slam into her with agonizingly wonderful force, tripled in measure by the tiny contractions, coaxing to pull Fang's milk from her. "FANG!" Miss Farron threw her head back, shuddering, a primal moan torn from her throat, as rippling waves tested Fang's endurance. Miss Farron leaned forward, panting heavily, hands braced against Fang's waist to keep from falling as she slowly settled back to earth.

"Miss Farron…" Fang pleaded, "I-I can't.."

The woman pulled off of Fang with amazing speed, leaving the stunned woman to wonder desperately where she had gone. She didn't just leave me here? Fang braced herself up on her elbows. She watched as Miss Farron's lips parted and took her into a new, sacred territory of pleasantness. A few swirls of Miss Farron's tongue, a moan from the blonde that rumbled through Fang's desperate shaft.

"uuuhnngggffffhhh…"

When she could think again, Fang noticed a warm weight beside her. Miss Farron stroked her collarbone, tracing a lazy trail, other arm laying across Fang's stomach. Miss Farron placed gentle kisses where she could reach on Fang's neck and shoulder. The senior smiled down at her. Their eyes locked, searching for a connection, for something to hold onto. Something to assure them that this wasn't just a moment in time. Miss Farron glanced away first.

"You should get dressed," she said, locating her panties on the floor and pulling them on. "We can't be seen like this," she muttered, searching for her top. Fang nodded and did the same, first finding and then stepping into her clothes. When that was done, the two stood awkwardly before each other, not knowing what else there was to say. Fang, ever the smartass, broke the silence.

"So…do I get extra credit for that?"

Miss Farron rolled her eyes, but a small smirk tugged at her lips. "You're still on thin ice, Yun. I'm not that easy,"

"Well," Fang ventured, an easy smile lighting her features, " am I forgiven then?"

Miss Farron settled her glasses on her face once more, then crossed her arms over her chest. "Forgiven? Yes," she nodded with a wave of one hand, "You're dismissed. Now scram."

Fang smiled, gathered up her book bag, and gave Miss Farron a light peck on the cheek before heading to the door.

"Fang," Miss Farron's voice paused her with her hand on the doorknob. Fang glanced over her shoulder.

"Don't forget…you've got detention again, tomorrow,"

"I won't, Miss Farron. Lookin' forward to it!" she said with a wave of her hand.

Fang opened the door, high on love and smashed it right into Hope Estheim's face. The boy sprawled, dazed on the floor. "unnn…." he groaned.

Fang seethed at seeing him. The little twat must have been spying on them, or trying to spy on Miss Farron. Angry, she jerked him up by his shirt collar.

"She's mine, twerp. Get over it!" she growled in his face.

The boy paled. "I-I wasn't doing anything! I swear!" he pleaded. "I forgot my book!"

"Right," Fang rolled her eyes and dragged him down the hallway, looking for a good way to make her impression on him. Stuffed in the trash? Nah, too easy.

"Honest! I got all the way home before I even noticed!" His high-pitched squeak begged of her.

"Bullshit! Ya live two freakin' blocks from here! It's four-fucken-thirty. Ya think I'm that dumb, ya little perv?"

"Fang! Please…don't hit me…"

Locked in a locker…

No, too cliché. Then it hit her. The obvious answer.

"Please… let me go.."

Fang ignored him, now set on her task. She dragged him outside and continued to ignore his cries for mercy as she drug him to the front of the school

"Ah, here we are," she mused, standing before the flagpole. She unwrapped the rope securing the school flag with one hand, the other holding her hostage firm as he now actively struggled to get away. When the flag came down, Fang removed it and hooked the securing fasteners to Hope's belt, much to the boy's loudly voiced dismay. Then she two-handed the rope, bit by bit, hauling the boy's weight to the peak. When he was proudly displayed at the top, she secured the rope, making sure it wouldn't come undone overnight.

Distantly, she heard: "…ey…don't leave me up here…Fang…Help! Somebody! Anybody…? Help!" as she walked toward her car in the parking lot. She got in and revved the engine. For the first time in a long time, she actually looked forward to school tomorrow. Fang drove away with a smile on her face.

She flicked the radio on. The oldies rock station came on. She caught the tune and turned it up, loud, grinning as she belted out the chorus.

I got it bad, bad, bad
I'm hot for teacher…

~FIN~.