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“Uh, Ms. Clawthorne, I don’t want to be bothersome or-”
“Spit it out, sweetheart.”
“I think you graded my test wrong.”
Ms. Edalyn Clawthorne’s glasses slide down the bridge of her nose as she turns from her computer to look at the student addressing her. A rather tall girl with bright red-orange hair, which poofs out messily from behind her- a rather interesting quality to such a finely put-together girl. Her glasses, round with a blue tint, almost shield her eyes from view until she ducks under the window’s sunlight with a sheepish kind smile.
Edalyn, her heart skipping a beat before returning, looks down at the paper held out to her. She takes it with a quiet sigh. A perfect test if she had ever graded one. Lilith is her best student, top of the two AP classes she has with her- Language and Literature. The same was true for the other three years she was blessed to have the girl in her classes. One student who seemed particularly desperate to get the utmost validation. That one creative writing class was a fond memory for Edalyn. Most of Lilith’s assignments still linger in one of her folders for rereading when she begins to lose faith in teaching.
“And what’s your problem with this mistakeless test?”
“That’s just the thing! I don’t think you looked at my answer for number eight very well.”
Eda snorts and rolls her eyes, but she looks at the proposed mistake anyway. It was a simple compound conjunction, and it was answered fine. Sure, the word flow could have been better, but it was passing as far as the standards she had for the rest of the class went.
“Nope! Looks fine to me.” She hands the test back and starts to turn back to her computer. A hand on her chair stops her from doing so.
“Ms. Clawthorne, please.” Lilith looks rather taken aback by Edalyn shrugging it off, so she sighs again and slumps into her chair.
“Fine. Fine, how about you come in after school and we can discuss word choice with sentence structure. You could… theoretically, work on the flow better.”
“I knew it!” The girl stares down at her test in distraught.
“Lilith, it isn’t that bad. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, and yours wasn’t even a mistake! No one’s perfect.” Edalyn takes a long sip from a black mug with an owl on it, feeling like she needs another dose of caffeine just to prepare herself for the next class period. “You should learn to relax. Really. Before your brain implodes on itself.”
“I can’t relax,” Lilith sighs. “There’s so much to do and so much that’s expected of me.”
She looks ready to cry. Edalyn reaches out to take Lilith’s hand, holding it gently between both of hers. Lilith struggles with a small smile as she does.
“Listen. You are a very bright, brilliant girl. You are going to be fine.”
At first, she nods a little, but then her mouth opens to say something that’s lost by the end of the period bell. While the other students rush to put their stuff away and get out the door, she leans in closer to Edalyn to murmur what had been cut off.
“I’ll… see you after school.” Then she rushes away to retrieve her stuff.
Something tells Ms. Clawthorne that that wasn’t the intended comment. A suspicious interaction if any, but she’ll have to learn more after school.
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The hardest grading possible for any teacher must be what English teachers endure. Essay after essay with no complete rules, one can only attempt to follow what their education and gut tell them. No select key one can turn to for reference. Truly exhausting.
Edalyn’s head drops onto her desk. It has been an hour since the school day has ended with no show from her overly passionate student, which has left her enough waiting time to successfully get through grading five essays out of the forty from all of her classes. She groans.
“Exhausted already?”
When she picks up her head to see who asked, Edalyn blinks at the farthest desk from her own, nearest to the front of the classroom. Lilith was there, seated with a large novel in her hands.
“When did you get here?”
“An hour ago.”
“You’re so damn quiet, I had no idea.”
“Yeah…” Lilith slowly slips her novel into her backpack. “I saw you were busy when I came in, so I decided not to bother you and read until you were finished.”
“Lilith…” Exasperation creeps into Edalyn’s tone. “Lilith, it’s been an hour. Did you really not think to say something? I could’ve been focused on this for another two hours, and then I wouldn’t have any time left to talk to you here.”
“I did say something. Eventually.” She stands from the desk and drapes her bag onto her shoulder before sauntering across the room to her teacher’s desk. Edalyn snorts.
“You kill me.”
“You said you wouldn’t be able to talk to me here in a couple of hours. Does that imply you would be willing to discuss language and literature with me elsewhere?”
“I- Well…” The older woman thinks for a moment, mug in hand. Her nails gently scrape the black ceramic. On the one hand, the responsible teacher in her wanted to rightfully tell this girl that anything like that would be unprofessional and it would be best if they stuck to the classroom. On the other much more fun and exciting hand though, she feels severely tempted to tell Lilith that, because they’re both legally responsible adults, it should be completely fine to be friends and discuss whatever the hell they wanted outside of the school building. Her gold tooth rolls her satin-colored bottom lip back and forth in debate.
“I’m sorry, was that inappropriate of me to ask?”
“What? No. No, I was just…” Edalyn clears her throat. “Is there somewhere else you would rather I tutor you? I don’t exactly have a lot of time on my hands.”
“I could help you grade papers! Like a TA.”
“Lilith, you already stretch yourself so thin. I’m not going to ask that of you.”
“No, it would be fine, really. Educational, even! It could be considered experience on a resume, right?”
“Uh, I suppose parts of it could-.”
“Great! Since that’s settled, now we just need to find a good location.”
“Wait, what’s settled?”
“My house is pretty small, so it gets crowded easily with my siblings around. And my mother works from home, so that may not be the best spot. I would suggest the library, but I don’t want to be pressured to be quiet when I’m struggling to understand something, so maybe not.”
“Lilith.”
“The same thing goes for any cafes. Honestly, the best place would be a very private kind of place. Understanding the honorific Ms in comparison to using Mrs, and the fact you’ve never once mentioned anything to me about a husband or kids, I think it’s safe to assume that your house would probably be the best-”
“Excuse me!” Edalyn cuts in, aghast at how far away this conversation has gotten from her. “What’s all this assumption about!?”
“Well, you asked me if I had a place in mind, and I didn’t want to come across weird by just outright saying your house. Also, you and I have already had so many stranger conversations about the personal happenings in your life that it would be peculiar for you to have a partner and/or child and not mention them once for four years.”
Well, shit.
“I don’t appreciate your tone.” Lilith looks ready to apologize profusely, but it falters as soon as Edalyn starts to laugh. Still, she seems on an edge to completely call off the whole thing now that there has been some argument to her proposal. Against a student, Lilith’s resolve is rock hard and unbudging, but against a teacher, she crumbles at the slightest implication.
“Fine. Now, I hope you know I wouldn’t do this for any other student. A woman’s tower is her safe place, unwelcome to strange visitors.”
Lilith finally manages to smile again. “M’lady, I give my deepest promise that your sanctuary shan’t be tarnished by my presence. I shall be the utmost gentle carer for your trust.”
Edalyn feels a warm blush, from a sudden rush of adoration for this girl, start to creep into her cheeks. Though she was certain it couldn’t be too noticeable, Lilith’s smile only seemed to get bigger from her silent hesitation.
“Nerd. Alright, hang on.”
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“Okay, I think I’m starting to get the concept ingrained in my mind.”
On the opposite side of the table, Edalyn gazes dreamily past the glow of the orange chandelier light to the young girl focusing on a paper in front of her. It was full of notes she took whenever Edalyn could come up with different techniques for understanding the language Lilith was “struggling” with.
Yeah, she still doesn’t buy any of this top student struggling with a simple concept mumbo jumbo. There’s no way Lilith wasn’t grasping simple conjunctions when her stories and essays have displayed fluent knowledge in them. This was all supposed to be review for the end of the year. If Lilith thought she was slick because Edalyn pretended to buy it, she was in for something else.
Of course, that’s to say Edalyn was assuming too. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but she feels she knows this girl too well to get something like this wrong. It would all be assuming that this tutoring ploy was a cliche tactic the girl was using to get her teacher alone. Now, she firmly believed Lilith held a certain same attraction that she, too, fantasizes about too often.
“Oh, do you now?”
Lilith, catching onto the sarcastic tone, looks up from her notes.
“Yes, I believe so.”
“Give me your best go at it.”
Sitting back, the girl takes one last glance at her notes and then levels her emerald gaze on Edalyn’s shiny golds.
“Despite not remembering this lesson from two years ago, Lilith’s-” for a second, she seems to choke on the word, “teacher… stays skeptical about her top student struggling with the review and continues to be sarcastic while her student is doing her best.” She smirks.
“Oooh, sassy.” Edalyn mocks a wince. “Am I that easy to read?”
“You have no idea.” The words catch Edalyn’s abrupt attention, but she can’t manage to catch Lilith's expression before the girl has moved on. “So, anyway, I had a question about joining words in compound sentences.”
“Sure…” The older woman’s legs uncross so she can stand and make her way around the table, allowing her to gaze over Lilith’s shoulder to her paper of notes- which has been quickly flipped over onto its other side. Heart fluttering at the idea that Lilith is trying to hide something from her, Edalyn gets closer to see what it is Lilith starts to write down. Just reciting the FANBOYS acronym.
“Do you, uh, could you…” Tripping on her words, Lilith taps the paper with her pencil. She definitely has not lost focus because of the breasts being pressed against her head as Edalyn leans forward over her shoulder.
“Finding the best joining word requires knowledge of sentence flow, which we’ve already gone over. It’s completely dependent on context.”
“Right, that would make sense. Still, I was going to ask if these seven words are the only ones capable of joining sentences, or if there are more that could work better in certain situations.”
Edalyn rolls her eyes. She reaches forward to take the pencil from Lilith, who eagerly drops it and retreats her hands to her lap fast. Planning to investigate that in a moment, Eda scribbles all the other joining words she knows of.
“I believe those are the only ones you can join with a comma, yes. However, there are more that authors and writers often use. It’s another one of those ‘English rules are a pain in the ass’ things.”
Lilith slowly nods, seemingly concentrating on something, and lifts one hand to take the pencil back from Eda, whose other hand has been creeping over Lilith’s hip. Finally, Eda leans back enough that the hand can slip forward onto whatever Lilith’s hands were hiding. Her fingers flinch from the spot when Lilith jumps, but as the girl doesn’t say anything about it, those fingers place themselves on a large hump in Lilith’s skirt. Interesting.
Edalyn gently starts to rub the growing bulge under her fingertips. Lilith’s breath, quicker than before, is hot and shaky on her ear. Eda points at the paper on the table again with her other hand, gesturing to the arrangement of words.
“Do you understand now?” She asks, her stroking fingers firming their pressure to the point Lilith’s moan turns into a hum she tries to hide.
“Yeh- yes, I think I do. Still, to be sure, could… could you possibly give me an example to practice with?” Eda can see the concentration absolutely obliterated on Lilith’s face. The look of a woman who is listening to just hear rather than grasp anything.
“Yes, of course. Let’s say, to start, you have two sentences. The first: Ms. Clawthorne’s teaching methods were unprecedented and could be considered unethical. The second: Lilith finds herself trapped in a debate on what she should do knowing this and being put on the spot.” Eda’s chin rests on Lilith’s head, her chest pressed against the girl’s back and neck. She pushes up her glasses and then descends that hand down onto Lilith’s shoulder. The hand lurking against Lilith’s crotch stills, for now, leaving her growing needs unsatiated and hot. “How would you join those two sentences together?”
Lilith takes a shaky breath. “Ms. Clawthorne’s teaching methods were unprecedented and could be considered unethical,” Eda hums, “and while Lilith finds herself trapped in what she should do, knowing all of this and being put on the spot… she… she…”
“She?”
The way Edalyn’s long fingernails traced so carefully, so lightly over Lilith’s shoulder, drives Lilith into a foggy train of thought.
“She isn’t sure what the right answer is. On the one hand, a hot sexy teacher has her hand on my… but, on the other, something about this feels very wrong.”
Edalyn snorts.
“You’re cute, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told.”
“Well, this isn’t wrong, per se, just frowned upon. You are eighteen, aren’t you?”
Lilith nods, slowly, beginning to lose her train of thought again as Edalyn begins to stroke her stiff bulge again.
“Just tell me you don’t want this and we’ll just leave it at that, but… if you do,” She plucks at the hem of Lilith's skirt, “this hot sexy teacher has a few more tricks up her sleeve than just dancing my hand about your dick.”
Lilith likes this already, but the realization that she had actually said everything she was thinking out loud, and that her teacher actually enjoyed it, makes her flush hot with embarrassment.
“I…” Seconds away from panting as her brain stutters with the letter, Lilith drops her hand onto the soft mature hand of Edalyn, who attempts to grasp the bulge as she does. “Haaahhhhh, I want it,” she sighs.
“What was that?” Eda teases, her lips playing with Lilith’s ear.
“I want it!” She cries, head throwing back into Eda’s shoulder. Everything starts to move very quickly, as if Eda had been holding herself back for quite some time. Lilith is pulled from the chair by her arms, held tight in Edalyn’s while the older woman kisses her. It’s more passionate than she had expected, so full of care and want. Lilith moans into it, her dick struggling not to cream while being pressed against Eda’s thick thighs.
“Mmmm, you really do want it.”
“I feel… I feel…” Lilith pants, unable to find the words she’s looking for.
“Did I tease you too much? Is your dick about to explode?” Eda giggles, but the desperate look on Lilith’s face worries her a bit. “Let me help you with that~”
The woman descends on Lilith’s hips, her long golden fingernails pulling down the skirt over the stiffy she’s created. It’s larger than Eda expects, and she blinks for a moment at the sight of all its large throbbing glory.
“How in the world did you hide something like this so well?”
“Baggy sweaters… long shirts… focusing on schoolwork rather than other people.”
“That’s rough, girl.” Eda starts decorating Lilith’s shaft with her lipstick, leaving the girl breathless. It was a miracle she was still standing with how numb her legs have become. “And such a shame. This beautiful cock deserves so much more love than it’s been getting.”
Lilith could’ve gushed with the passionate warm feeling that comment gave her. Instead, she grasps the edge of sanity, her hands kneading the bottom of her lavender sweater. In seconds, she’s made a mess on her beautiful teacher’s face, who grins up at her in a giddy mischievous way. Hot white cum speckles the older woman’s glasses. An apology surfaces in Lilith’s throat, but she swallows it painfully back down.
“Wow,” is her breathless response instead.
“‘Wow’ is right. I hardly needed to do anything. You’re gonna discredit my word, Lily.”
“Maybe we should give it another go?”
“Sure~” Edalyn lifts Lilith by her thighs onto the table, startling the girl until she’s firmly on the surface. Damn, this is really happening. It isn’t just some dream anymore. Lilith is left to watch cluelessly as her teacher sheds her tight short skirt. Lilith’s has already been lost under the table somehow
“On the table?”
“Why not?”
“It’s unsanitary!” As Edalyn crawls up onto the table, her body hovering over Lilith’s, she pushes the young woman down.
“Don’t worry. I never eat at this table. It’s only for fuckin`” She gives the girl a wink, only succeeding in making Lilith’s face brighter in color rather than making her less uncertain.
“And the condom?” In an excuse not to answer that, Eda leans down to take Lilith’s lips from her control, playing them with her own to silence and arouse her. Not that she needs to do any more of that. Lilith’s cock already throbs with want again, cum bubbling from the tip. Edalyn can’t say anything better about herself. Filled with desire, her pussy’s want drips down her thick thighs and onto the girl’s cock.
Lilith, having lost her care for the question, gropes Edalyn’s thighs. Her hips roll, eagerly awaiting her sexy teacher’s advances. Edalyn doesn’t keep her waiting any longer. A hand travels down Lilith’s abdomen, evoking a shiver from the girl, to grip onto her precious student’s cock and guide it to her entrance so she can slowly milk the tip before finally sliding down.
“M- Ms. Clawthorne, ohhhh~ Oh, wow~”
“Please, baby, call me Eda.”
"Eda!" Lilith gasps.
The sound of her name on the young woman's tongue sends pleasant shivers down Eda's spine. She starts to aggressively grind into Lilith's cock, aiming to drain every last drop while passionately making out with this gorgeous girl. Lilith, in turn, humps up as hard as she can manage while her fingers dig painful marks into Eda's thighs. Her eagerness is so unbelievably hot. The way sweat has started to bead and drip down from her pale arms and neck.
Edalyn doesn’t bother trying to suppress the deep guttural moan of want she gives for the girl. She just buries her hand in the bright red ginger curls and holds her head close enough to passionately keep. Spit drips from between their lips, lost in their sweat as it falls from Eda’s chin.
“Lilith,” she murmurs between kisses to the girl’s lips, “oh, Lily, mnnn~” Then her mouth descends to plant messy lipstick marks on Lilith’s neck, just gently pulling on the skin with her teeth.
Lilith, a hot mess, unraveled so disastrously by her teacher’s seduction, pants hard whenever her lips could be free. She chokes on a moan, the edge of it high in pitch. Then her whole body becomes rigid, her hips pressed firmly up to Eda’s. Eda can’t do much to contain herself either. She can feel Lilith’s cock twitching within her, throbbing with the seed it dispels. Amidst the high, she sighs, a giddy smile on her face.
The pure bliss had Lilith’s eyes rolling back, hidden by her eyelids. But now they flutter open and she gasps for breath. Her arms wrap tightly around Eda’s back, trembling as they hold her close. Eda coos soothing words to the girl and the hand within her hair untangles to stroke through the messy locks.
She waits until Lilith is ready to let her go, leaving a kiss on the sweet girl’s forehead before finally removing the member from within her. The action causes another shiver to ripple down her spine. A few creamy drops of cum fall to the table.
“So,” Edalyn grins, “learn anything today?”
The red face of her student sheepishly tries to look away, though a sweet wobbly smile fights to win over her expression. “Absolutely not. I learned nothing.”
“Nothing?!” Aghast, Eda laughs. “Well, I guess you’ll just have to come back tomorrow, won’t you?”
“I suppose I have to~” Finally, Lilith lifts onto her elbows, high enough to capture her cocky teacher’s smirk in a kiss.