“Thank you for seeing me Mr. Boyfriend. I hate to be a bother but I was wondering if I could talk to you about my grades…”
“I’m listening…” you reply with an air of authority.
I look at you and pout, my big blue eyes looking at you over the rim of my glasses. I lean forward, letting you look down my wide neck sweater. My hand resting on your knee.
“Well… You know my GPA is important to me.” I begin, my tongue running over my lips as I take a pause. “And, I can’t be valedictorian if you give me a B.” My fingers trace up your leg, teasing your thigh. “What could we do to make sure that stays an A Mr. Boyfriend?”
You look down watching my hair, the tent in your pants that has been there since we started throbbing under your pants. Leaving just the start of a wet spot against the khaki material. You’ve been wanting this for so long.
“Well… Miss Darline. I think we can work something out. Let’s call it an extra circular activity.” you smile, teasing. “I think to start though, you could turn around. Lean over the arm of the chair and let me take over this less.”
I smile, my cheeks flushing with excitement as I turned, straddling the big arms of the leather arm chair. My denim skirt riding up my thighs and resting on my hips letting you see my tiny white thong with it’s growing wet spot.
I wonder just what you’re going to teach me today. Whatever you do, just make sure to fill me up with cum and I’ll be a very happy pupil.