Whatever Lola Wants (Maiesiobreed&Mim)

[Madam Mim]

She wasn't taking her eyes off of him, and she didn't quite care if that made him uncomfortable. Lola held the end of a pen between her lips and slid it in and out slowly as she watched Mr. Stevens write on the blackboard, her eyes tracing his form through the Oxford shirt and navy slacks. The man knew how to dress, that was for certain, and he certainly knew how to show off his assets. Dark eyes met his for a few moments when he turned around before she forced a blush and looked down, pulling the pen out of her mouth and jotting down notes about Humbert Humbert. She had to suppress a smile as the memory came unbidden.

She'd known he was there. Lola had heard Mr. Stevens walking across the gym floor and knew that David hadn't been paying attention. David's cock was in her mouth and his hand was in her hair as he moaned softly with his back pressed against the wall at the edge of the bleachers. She'd waited until Mr. Stevens had found them, and when he didn't immediately say anything but froze and watched, she moaned around David's cock, sending vibrations through his body. That nearly undid him and Lola suddenly had the urge to just get it over with. While massaging his balls she took his entire length before running her tongue in a serpentine pattern along the underside of his shaft, sucking hard on his head until he came and she swallowed it with a moan, allowing a few drops to drip onto her lips and down her chin.

"Oh my God Mr. Miller!" Lola had shrieked, cleaning up the cum on her chin and sucking it off of her finger in a studiedly absent-minded way. They'd run off before he could say anything, but she knew he'd watched. She knew she might actually have him.

Lola had decided the first day of school, after all, that she would have Mr. Stevens. There was no way she couldn't, no way to ignore what those pecs might look like under those button-up shirts, how firm that ass was under his khakis and slacks. She had to have Rob Stevens. He was also, after all, the only decent-looking teacher under 40 in the entire school. She had in the past few months played the sweet and innocent girl many people thought she was--well, many teachers thought she was, anyway. If she had a habit of not noticing how low her shirt had slipped as she leaned on her desk in the front row of her Junior English class, well that wasn't her fault, right? Sitting back in her chair with her knees apart under her short skirt was just bad breeding was all.

And all the time she'd watched Mr. Stevens watching her. His catching her sucking off David DiMarco wasn't planned, of course, and had potentially ruined her image. If she blushed enough and was demure enough she might be able to save it until the time was right...but then again, there was no time like the present. Besides, she'd seen that wedding band and Mr. Miller himself seemed like a fighter; it wasn't like it wouldn't be fun anyway. Lola sucked harder on her pen, debating internally.

Fuck it, she decided. When his back was turned she discreetly pulled four Polaroids from her backpack and slipped them into the front cover of her copy of their class book.

The Polaroids were stolen from her stepfather's nightstand drawer. He thought she didn't know that he watched her, but he was old and ugly so she certainly wasn't going to give him what he wanted. Each of the Polaroids featured Lola, sometimes changing, sometimes drying after a shower, one was of her from behind while she bent over in a short skirt to look for something; all of them were when she had thought she was alone in her room. She had only found them when her mother told her to go look for some spare change in his nightstand, and slowly she'd been taking one or two at a time for just such an occasion as this.

Lola was careful to blush and look down demurely a few more times, whenever Mr. Stevens turned around from the blackboard. Finally the bell rang, and without meeting his eyes she turned in her essay and left, being sure to accidentally leave her book with the Polaroids on her desk, set inside the book cover so loosely they were certain to fall out.

 

[Maiesiobreed]

"And what do you think Melville was trying to explain here to his readers? Think out of the box guys, it's not just a book about a bunch of dudes trying to capture a whale for a pirate," he said, chuckling to himself as the rest of the class groaned at his lame joke. Moby Dick was not a crowd pleaser, it never had been, and Rob Miller (known as Mr. Rob or Mr. Miller to his students) gladly would have thrown it away and never looked back, accept for the fact that it was on the district curriculum.

"The whalers each are feeling the carcass of a dead whale, and they're each describing it in different ways. It's the same animal, so how could they be describing it so differently? Do you remember, Ryan?" He asked, as he raised his eyes from the book, only to catch the glance of Lola, who immediately looked down at her desk and blushed....he did the same, pretending to review the last paragraph he had asked about.

"Ummm...Ryan....do you remember? Plato's Allegory of the Cave? We just read it last week, where three men are in a cave, looking at the same shadow cast on the wall, but from each of their perspectives it's a different ... ummm.....thing," he said, stammering again, as his eyes caught a glimpse of Lola's knees and he had an image of her bent down over David DiMarco, his cock in her mouth and moaning with such a ferocity that he didn't think it was possible.

He felt his cock twitch under his navy slacks. He quickly sat down, but he couldn't shake the image of her eyes meeting his as he caught the two of them in the gym, doing what teenagers do....so why hadn't he stopped them? Why had he looked at her for far too long, obviously enjoy the cock in her mouth, and why had he not reported them? It was mandatory for teachers to do so, and he promised himself that he would, but he never did. He couldn't get the image of the young woman out of his mind, and embarrassingly he had thought of her that very night as he fucked his wife, Nancy, of two years. She had wondered what had gotten into him as he almost attacked her after he got home. Of course he didn't tell her.

"Ummm....what was I saying?" He said, as he realized he hadn't spoken for a few beats. Thankfully the bell rang, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Essays on my desk now, people, due dates. And let's try to focus a little more tomorrow. I don't want anymore blank stares when I ask you about Melville's greatest piece of literature," he said, as he watched the zombie-eyed teens focus back on their phones, plopping their essays down on his desk. He turned his attention to something else as Lola went by, pretending not to notice her leave.

"Get it together Miller...." he said, exhaling as he turned his attention back to the class. On Lola's desk there was a book. Her book. He sighed and picked it up, only for a few pictures to skitter out onto the floor. One fell face up, obscured by the desk leg, but as he bent to pick it up he stopped. It was Lola, in a short skirt, a zoomed in photo of her right panties over her perfect ass. His hands were shaking as he picked up the others....they were all of her, in various states of undress. Why were these in her book?

Again, his common sense demanded he report this to the principal. Something was going on. He ran out of the classroom, hoping to find the girl. It was after school, the day was ending and the hallways were crowded, but he spotted her walking to her locker.

This was so stupid, he thought, as he approached her. But was it? He was just going to talk to her, make things right, make sure the girl was okay and everything was okay at home. What was the problem with that?

"Lola, can you please come back to my classroom? You and I have something to discuss," he said, as he met up with her, breathlessly, at her locker.

 

[Madam Mim]

Mr. Miller was out of breath by the time he'd caught up to her at her locker. That was quick. Lola turned with a mildly surprised expression, then frowned.

"Um...sure." She finished putting some books away and others in her backpack before closing her locker and following him back to the classroom. "What's wrong, Mr. Miller?" Lola knew exactly what was wrong. She had always been able to call him Mr. Miller; good girls didn't fall for the "cool young teacher" trick, and now it made her sound all the more innocent. "Sir, if this is about Monday..." The incident had been on Monday. Today was Friday. She had figured if he was going to report her then he would have done it already, but it had taken him long enough to bring it up with her. The fact that he hadn't reported her, but hadn't pretended it hadn't happened either, was a good sign. Then her eyes fell to the Polaroids in his hand.

Immediately her mouth dropped open in a perfect little "o" reminiscent of that Monday. Tears welled up in the girl's eyes and she covered her mouth. It was a story she had been rehearsing all week. Lola reached out momentarily, then dropped her hand. Stepped forward, then took a step back. Shook her head. Deny, deny, deny.

"Mr. Miller please don't tell my parents!" she begged tearfully. "On Monday...with Danny...We...I..." She sniffled, took a deep breath, and wiped at her eyes. "We broke up last week," she explained. "I uh...I was stupid. Thought I was in love with him, but then he cheated on me. But I'd already let him take those pictures and he said he'd photocopy them and hang them up all over school unless I..." Lola sniffled again, choked, and brought forth a fresh wave of tears. The reality was that she had been rewarding Danny for hooking her up with his older sister. And his cousin who had just graduated from college where he'd gone on a football scholarship. Danny was a good boy, but Lola didn't often deal with boys; he was usually a last resort when she couldn't get anything better.

"Please don't tell anyone," she begged again, pulling shaking hands away from her face. "I just wanted to get the photos back, and he finally gave them to me at lunch today."

 

[Maiesiobreed]

"We need to talk, Lola," he said, as he escorted her back to his classroom, leading her inside, a hand guiding her in on the small of her back. He frowned and pulled it away quickly....it had been instinct to touch her that way and he hoped nobody had noticed. It wasn't inappropriate, but if someone had seen it may raise questions. He closed the door behind her and was about to ask her about the photos, but before he could question her about she burst into tears.

"Hey hey hey.....e....easy there," he said, looking at her in shock. What the hell was she crying about? He hadn't even opened his mouth yet, but that's when he remembered the photos in his hand. She was staring at them.

Oh crap. Any illusion of control he thought he had was flying out the window.

"N....no. It's not that, I had to talk to you about something else," he said, stammering, as he tried to calm her down. What was it about the sound of a crying girl that completely broke him down? He struggled to calm her, to make her stop crying, anything to stop the tears.

"I'm not going to tell anyone or your parents about what you and David were doing. You're a teenager, ok, I know what teenagers do, but you need to be more responsible. It wasn't smart to do something like that in the gym," he said, another flash of her deep throating the young man lept into his head and his cock stiffened again, pushing down along his pants. Damnit, hopefully she wouldn't notice.

"Look, what David did was wrong. You're lucky that I found these before someone else in school did. Do you know what pictures like these could do to a good girls reputation?" he said, as he handed the pictures back to her. "You're a smart girl, Lola. You need to exercise some common sense when it comes to boys, ok? Now, I need to inform your parents about these, they need to know." He said, but he didn't go any further than that. Why not?

 

[Madam Mim]

She had caught him wrong-footed. Good. Lola gradually, very slowly moved closer while she cried, just as he instinctively moved closer to comfort her. The hand on the small of her back hadn't gone unnoticed, and she'd felt the heat in his palm through her shirt. She wasn't certain just how much it would take to push him over the edge, but today she liked her odds. One more step and she was leaning against him, pouring her crocodile tears onto his shirt. This close it would also be impossible for him not to notice the scent of lavender and vanilla, with just an underlying hint of citrus. She sniffed and leaned her head against his chest while Rob stammered and tried desperately not to do anything inappropriate.

Then he threatened to tell her parents.

Lola's head snapped up, eyes wide as she looked up at him. "No, please don't! You can't!" One hand clutched the pictures while the other laid against his chest. "Please Mr. Miller, they'll kill me! It's..." She glanced around at the crucifix on the wall next to the clock, then leaned her face closer to his to whisper. "It's ungodly, what I did. And what I let him see." She held up the pictures. "This is just as good as if I'd...done it...with him." Hardly. But her large, liquid brown eyes said differently. They spoke of terror at her parents' reaction to know what their little girl was up to. "Please, please Mr. Miller, please just keep this between us. I'll...I'll go to confession, and then it'll be like it never happened and no one else has to know. Please? For me?" Lola's face was close to his now, only about six inches away, as she pressed her body insistently against his in an effort to appear the earnest young devout girl. Eyes wide and doe-like, lip pouting ever-so-slightly, chin quivering. Everything about the way she had arranged herself was designed to insist upon her innocence and his silence.

 

[Maiesiobreed]

Wow, she was really crying a lot. Teenage boys could be real pieces of shit and he made a mental note to have a few words with David about what he did. He wasn't going to report them, but he figured maybe the threat of suspension or at least detention for the rest of his senior year would instill some respect for women into the young punk.

But then she was pressed up against him, crying, her face in his workout hardened chest as she spouted sayings about forgiveness and confession, things young catholic girls spouted about when scared that they weren't going to be viewed as chaste in the eyes of their peers or adults. He hesitantly put his arms around her, looking down at the short girl, noticing that her uniform blouse was unbuttoned a button to low, offering him a very quick glimpse of her cleavage in an stereotypical white bra. He looked back up, tried to stare into space, as he tried to find the best words to comfort her.

"I think I have to Lola.....I'm sorry, but it's my job. If I find anything like this I need to notify Mrs. Jackson and immediately notify your parents, I'm really sorry. It's just protocol, you know?" He stammered, trying to think of anything else other than this attractive young woman that was alone in his classroom, pressed up against him, her frame in concert with his as her hips pressed into him. He looked at her, noticed her lips, remembered that the last time he had seen them they were wrapped around a cock as she deep throated it like a pro.

"I....I dont' know," he said, as he groaned a bit. Oh god, he was getting hard, he could feel his erection pressing into her hip through his slacks. He tried to push her away, tried to move her so she wouldn't notice....but she was inches away from him, her breath almost alighting on his lips.

"Lola....what are you doing?" he said, almost at a whisper, his heart pounding in his ears. This was wrong. What was happening?

 

[Madam Mim]

Mr. Miller's arms were around her. However hesitantly he had done it, he had. Lola took the liberty of leaning into his chest a little more and pretending not to see his eyes flick to her cleavage. She leaned her head against his chest. He tried talking himself around her, explaining why he had to tell someone. The truth was that if her parents knew she would be under lock and key for at least a month. Longer, if Steve had anything to say about it since he would know that she had found his secret stash. God knew what would happen if she had to have that conversation with him. In honesty she hadn't thought Mr. Miller would dare to tell anyone or else she never would have given him the spank material.

"Please," she mewled. His resolve was weakening as his dick was hardening. Lola could feel it against her hip despite his efforts to adjust her, though she pretended not to notice. A good girl wouldn't notice, wouldn't draw parallels between the cock she had sucked and the one her teacher was pressing against her. Mr. Miller asked what she was doing and it was a little difficult not to smile. Her free hand crept up his chest and curled around his shoulder, gripping it gently. "All I'm doing, Mr. Miller," she explained slowly, quietly, tears still glittering in her eyes though her whisper was a little more stable, "is asking you not to tell anyone. It's one indiscretion, one I'm going to confess and repent for. Once that's done, I'm the only one who's been hurt, and Jesus will heal me again. Why does anyone have to know if there's been no bodily harm done and Father Paisley has tended to my soul?" Father Paisley was the resident confessor at Saint Bart's Parochial School, tantamount to a school counselor at its secular counterparts.

Lola believed firmly in training early and often. If she could get Mr. Miller started now, if she could get it across that he was expected to obey now, it would make it easier for everyone involved later on down the line. This was the proverbial carrot so that he might be spared too much literal stick. She could feel his breath on her lips and was certain he could feel her's. It was probably as close as she could get without getting down on her knees or whipping him the way he deserved for disobedience; if this didn't work, it would be a harder road for him than she had thought.

 

[Maiesiobreed]

God she was so close to him....when had she gotten this close? She was pressed up so hard against him he was sure she could feel his cock poking into her hip so hard....but she was young, she wouldn't realize it, would she? His lips moved down to her, so close, inching ever so close...he could smell her amazing scent, youth emanating from her hair, as he breathed in deeply....

What the fuck was he doing? He shook his head, hard, as he slowly but firmly pushed her away. What had he almost done? It was like her essence had infected his soul and all he could think about for a few moments was her....she had fogged his common sense, making him forget his career, what she was, what he was, what his wife meant to him....he fidgeted with the wedding ring on his finger and took a deep breath. God, that was so stupid.

"I....okay, okay. Just this one time, Lola, I will not tell your parents and I won't bring this to the attention of Father Paisley. You seem like you know what you did was immoral and not in line with the mission statement of this school, young lady." He tried to sound firm, putting on his best teacher's voice, but his voice cracked almost imperceptibly at the end. Hopefully she hadn't noticed.

"It's time for you to go home, Lola, and be ready to learn tomorrow. I don't want to have to have this discussion again."

He was so hard he was almost bursting through his slacks. He needed to get home himself, he needed to see his wife, he needed to get Lola out of his mind.

 

[Madam Mim]

He was moving closer and seemed almost about to kiss her. She gently moved her thigh against the erection straining at his pants. That's it, just a little closer...

That seemed to have broken the spell. Damn. But he at least seemed in a hurry to be rid of her, and so agreed not to tell anyone. Lola favored him with a grin and a gentle squeeze on the shoulder.

"Oh thank you, Mr. Miller! Thank you!" She pushed herself onto her toes and kissed his cheek. Good behavior merited reward, after all, even if he was fighting it. It wouldn't have been as much fun if he didn't fight, after all, and the poor man wasn't even aware yet that there was a game afoot. "You won't regret it, I promise. And it's never going to happen again."

With that Rob dismissed her and Lola left without complaint. She had hooked him; now the question was how quickly to reel him in. The girl smiled to herself as she walked towards the late bus.

The following week passed relatively uneventfully. For Lola, at least. She enjoyed teasing Rob; spreading her knees slightly more than was appropriate, staring a little too long, allowing glimpses of stocking that had a hole an few inches above the knee. Above all, she enjoyed watching him squirm while she acted as though she had no idea what she was doing to him. The assumption that a good girl like her, a good student, couldn't possibly be aware of her own beauty and sex appeal to a man like him. He would learn, in time.

The following Friday brought a chilly late October downpour. It was perfect. Lola loitered out of sight in the hallway while Mr. Miller stayed late to grade papers. He had mentioned something about being in his room until 4:30 in case anyone needed help or needed to talk to him. While she waited, Lola stuffed her bra into her backpack, hid both her coat and her umbrella in her locker, and snipped off the top button of her shirt and pocketed it to sew back on later. Carefully, she severed about three-quarters of the thread holding her second button on. If she breathed too deeply and a happy accident happened, it happened. When Mr. Miller started packing up to leave she quickly walked down the hallway, taking a deep breath before plunging into the pouring rain.

The city bus stop was unsheltered. The last late bus had left an hour so and the city bus stopped coming by the school at 4:15. Lola waited next to the sign anyway, which was a few feet from the end of the school driveway. By the time Mr. Miller made it there, she would be drenched, shivering, and altogether pathetic and helpless-looking. She carefully arranged her face to appear like she was holding back hope as his car approached, then averted her eyes.

 

[Maiesiobreed]

The week that followed the very strange and nearly inappropriate encounter with Lola was hell. He had vowed to never let that happen between him and another student again, it was far too risk and far too....odd...to happen again. What if a teacher had seen that moment between them? Another student? It would have ruined his career, let alone his life if anyone had found out.

He had tried to forget, tried to get back to his focus on teaching, his first and true love, but Lola had a way of reminding him again and again, putting him right back into that moment in the classroom that he had tried so hard to forget. He swore there were moments that she had her legs apart so only he could see the color of panties she was wearing under her uniform, letting his eyes linger before slowly closing. He tried to keep his eyes to himself, but when a teenage girls cleavage was on display coincidentally every time he traveled up her row of desks, what could he do?

It got so bad at one point that his cock would get instantly hard the second he saw her walk through his classroom door. He was like Pavlov's dog, drooling whenver the professor rang a bell, indicating that it was time for him to get a treat. During his free periods he would quickly retire to the men's room in the teacher's lounge, or the never used bathroom in the basement of the school, and jerk off. It was sad, but it helped him control himself when he was around her.....or when he was around his wife.

He had a great marriage, but his insistence on fucking his wife almost every night, the moment he had gotten home for the past week, had worn thin on her. She had more than once told him that she wasn't a piece of meat and a good marriage relied on more than just sex and had pushed him away....which had just made things worse for him.

But as the day ended, as he wrapped up his grading and ran out to his car, he took a deep breath. Today had been easier. Lola hadn't been on the forefront of his mind, thankfully and he backed his car out of the teacher's lot and set out for home.

Maybe she was leaving his mind, maybe it had just been a one time thing, a simple crush. It happened, didn't it? Nobody could blame him for it and he hadn't done anything bout it. He had controlled himself like the adult in the situation. He had done good.

"Lola? What the fuck...." he said, as he saw the young woman shivering and drenched, standing at the bus stop by herself.

"Lola, what are you doing out here? Do you need help?" He asked, rolling his window down, pulled up next to her. "Jesus, get in, I can give you a ride home."

 

[Madam Mim]

She would have been lying if she said she wasn't relieved when Mr. Miller pulled up. Lola was aware how risky a plan it was, given the amount of choice she had given him in the matter. But really, who would have turned her down? Poor girl in the middle of a downpour, temperatures in the 40s; even as little as she had been out there, there was still a chance that she would catch a cold. Gasping and shivering, she dodged into the car and quickly cranked the window handle to roll it back up and shield them both from the rain.

"Thanks Mr. Miller," she gasped. "I...I lost track of time talking with some friends. I think I missed the last city bus, but the alternative was walking seven miles in the rain." She favored him with a weak smile while still shivering herself warm. Lola pushed a wet lock of hair out of her eyes and looked sideways at him with a shy, pretty little smile. "Oh um, my house is that way." She pointed down the road toward the long way to her house.

The long way was also the bumpy way. The majority of the roads were riddled with frost heaves. This in and of itself would have been problematic, but even more troubling--for him, anyway; Lola wasn't troubled at all--was the creamy brown breasts unfettered by a bra. The soaked white shirt clung to her body and nipples hardened by the chilly rain pressed against the fabric as they bounced down the unmaintained road. While she made a show of trying to keep herself still in the seat, Lola subtly pulled the hem of her skirt up fractions of an inch at a time. By the time they arrived in her driveway, it would have only been half an inch or so before Rob would have been afforded a decent view of her panties. The wet skirt, however, clung to her thighs and hid that prize from view.

"Oh crap..." Lola dug through her backpack. There was her key in the front pocket right where it was supposed to be, out of sight with her bookbag on the floor. "Oh no...I must've left my key in the house." She looked up with dismay at Rob, then at the house. "My bedroom's the only window we leave unlocked, but that's it there." She pointed to the second floor of the tidy bungalow. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Okay, gimme a second."

She darted back out of the car and into the rain, leaving her backpack on the floor of Mr. Miller's car. He couldn't leave, not unless he wanted to meet up with her again to make sure she could complete her homework over the weekend. When she got to the door Lola made a show of bending over to search for the key under the mat, right where it was supposed to be. Straightening, she made another show of being frustrated and running around to the back. She could hear Steve watching TV inside, Lazy ass. Her second button finally gave out and clattered to the ground on the back porch where she left it and ran back around to the front.

"No good," she gasped as she ducked back into the car. Her breasts heaved as she panted for breath from the cold. "My mom won't be home for a couple hours," a rare truth, followed by the lie, "and my stepdad left for work like twenty minutes ago." Her clothes were once again clinging to her nubile young body as she turned in her seat to look imploringly at her teacher, eyes wide. "Could you um...would you mind bringing me to a gas station or something? I think I've got some change for a pay phone..." The girl rummaged in her bag again. She never kept change. There was never a need; Lola never paid for things herself. "Oh no..." She sighed and held her face in her hands for a few long moments before looking up again. "There's a cafe a few miles down the road," she suggested. "Maybe they'll let me use their phone, if you could give me a ride?"

 

[Maiesiobreed]

What the hell was she doing out here in the afternoon, in the pouring rain, waiting for a bus that would never come. The transit lines had all shut down about an hour ago, everyone knew this, but apparently the young girl wasn't too educated on the public transit system because here she was, getting soaked to the bone as she jumped into his modest sedan.

"Just down that way?" He maneuvered the car around the road until he was traveling down Rt. 13, into the more rural area of the community. He had never concentrated on the road harder in his life, because a stolen glance at the supple young woman would reveal skin tight, rain soaked clothes, an all together too short skirt, and a blouse that was showing an improper amount of cleavage that was only held on by one final, straining button. It must have been damaged during a mad dash run to the bus stop, but the damaged shirt wasn't what was on his mind right now.

"Ok, you're going to have to guide me the rest of this way, I've never been down here before," he murmured, the familiar twitch of his cock tightening his slacks as he glanced just briefly at her legs.

Lola did not live in a very nice part of town. The house they eventually pulled up in front of was a bit on the ramshackle side, with shingles falling off an obviously disrepaired roof and paint scraping off the side of the home. He left the car idling as she ran out to check the door....with her luck, there was no way it was going to be open, he thought to himself, as he shook his head to stop himself from staring at her firm ass as she bent over to look for a key. He watched as she tried the second floor window.

His wife would wonder why he was going to be late. He could easily say he had to stay at school to grade, but why was he even making an excuse? He wasn’t doing anything wrong, right?

The door opening snapped his attention away from his wife, and he had to catch himself from letting out an involuntary moan. Her blouse was wide open at the top, her youthful cleavage cupped and supported by a white, soaked bra that gave him a perfect see-through glimpse to her hardened, dark nipples. He immediately blushed and turned his attention back to the car.

"Umm....yes...sure....the cafe. But Lola, your shirt....I think you need to do something about that," he said, stammering, as he stared straight ahead. His cock was aching now, throbbing with each heartbeat. God damnit, keep it together.

 

[Madam Mim]

She could tell that he was judging her neighborhood. Certainly Lola was at Saint Bart's on scholarship, and they didn't have a HOA or anything, but it was a decent working class neighborhood. There was hail damage from the last storm and they were saving up to get the roof fixed, same story with the paint. Her house wasn't new, but it wasn't run-down either. If he thought a regular, middle-class neighborhood was shitty she couldn't wait to see where exactly he lived. She resented Mr. Miller for judging her, and her home...but she would get her pound of flesh eventually. She took a deep breath, breasts only just visible through her shirt even without her bra, and pushed another lock of drenched hair out of her face. Was that a blush she had seen?

"My shirt...? Oh!" Lola forced a blush of her own and pulled the edges of her shirt together. "The button must've popped off. I'm so sorry! I um...I don't have a safety pin or anything though..." The girl trailed off and looked straight ahead as well, glancing every now and then over at her teacher. His cock was plainly visible along his leg, hard and aching. But he had to earn her.

As they drove through the rain she gave him directions and her hand gradually relaxed at her shirt until it was falling open again. Nothing valuable was visible, of course. That was another thing he'd have to earn. But it was certainly an inappropriate amount of cleavage. Upon reflection, Lola was glad she'd taken her nipple piercings out and put them away; good girls didn't have piercings like those, and Mr. Miller was still laboring under the delusion that she was a good girl. Finally the pulled up to the cafe and she glanced over shyly at him.

"Could you um...come with me?" Her word choice was very deliberate. She gave Rob an embarrassed smile then shrugged. "I don't wanna look like a weirdo, just walking in to use the phone. Maybe we could get some soup or coffee or something to warm up? I'll pay you back."

 

[Maiesiobreed]

"Don't be sorry, it's ok. It's not a big deal," he said trying to keep his voice calm as he drove away from her home, trying to not look at the obscene amount of cleavage the young girl was showing him. She didn't seem to care, so he probably shouldn't either, but still....something about this all felt wrong, like he was cheating on his wife, but they hadn't done anything. They had only talked, he was helping a student out, it wasn't that big of a deal.

But the feeling just wouldn't leave his mind as he pulled into the cafe.

"I can come in for a coffee or something. You get whatever you want, it's on me, don't feel like you have to pay me back or anything. A teach helping out a student isn't a big deal at all. In fact, here," He reached into the back of his car and took out a sweatshirt that he had.

"Put this on. Keep it, don't worry about getting it back to me. Just bring it back to school whenver, ok?"

Leaving the car he looked around reflexively as they went into the cafe, wondering if anyone he knew was here. He didn't recognize a soul, and that calmed him down a little bit. He set up at a table and pulled her chair out for her.

 

[Madam Mim]

Lola favored him with a grin. "Thank you so much, Mr. Rob." It was the first time she'd called him by his first name, despite having told his students before that they could. She wanted him to associate her calling him by his first name with being rewarded. Her eyebrows raised, however, when he gave her the sweatshirt. "Oh no, I don't want to take advantage..." But she couldn't protest further without him getting suspicious. Grudgingly, she put it on before they went inside. It smelled like him.

In the diner he pulled out a chair for her and she smiled at him again. "Like a real gentleman," she complimented. A tired-looking waitress took their orders--Lola got a coffee and a bowl of chicken enchilada soup of the day because she really was chilled by now--then left them be without so much as a second glance. "So..." Lola rested her chin on her hand and her elbow on the table. "Any big plans for the weekend?"

Under the table, the girl's foot slid against his ankle. She did it casually, as though she thought she was rubbing her foot against the table leg, or possibly the chair next to his. Her face was kept impassive, intent on listening to him while she made subtle passes at him below.

 

[Maiesiobreed]

"Big plans? No not really....just the same I guess. Sitting around my apartment, getting ready for the week's classes, getting my lesson plans in order. Are you ready for the test next week? It's going to account for 25% of your final grade, Lola, you know what right?" He said, as he ordered a hamburger, medium rare, and she ordered a bowl of hot soup.

His skin prickled and goosebumped....and it was not because of the weather. Her foot had rubbed against his ankle. It could have been an accident, he wanted to believe it was an accident, but there it was again. It was light enough that maybe she didn't notice that she was doing it, but he could certainly feel it. His cock twitched and instantly hardened in his dark jeans. He closed his eyes, just ever so briefly, as he tried to put her out of her mind.

"It's an important grade, you know? I just want to make sure you're prepared for it...." he said, almost stammering, as he looked at her in his sweater, searching for a brief glimpse of her cleavage, or maybe her erect nipples under the sweater. He was like a hungry animal, he couldn't help himself, and he forced himself to stare at the mini jukebox instead of Lola.

But he couldn't get her out of his mind. His cock twitched again, leaking slightly....and he found himself breathing deeply, trying to think about anything other than her to calm himself down, to embarrassingly not cum in his jeans like a 16 year old teenager.

But it wasn't working, he was losing control with just the touch on his ankle and the knowledge that her chest was exposed under his sweater, encased in the tight white bra....he needed to think about something else or he was going to explode.

He just prayed she wasn't noticing him right now.

 

[Madam Mim]

Lola watched intently as he warned her about the test, stammering through it, trying to pretend like nothing was wrong. "Yeah I know. I've been studying the whole quarter, taking notes on every book we read. Don't worry about me." She smiled and tapped her temple. "I'm a smart cookie." She crinkled her nose cutely.

He wanted her. She could tell that much. She wasn't certain whether he was willing to make a move yet but Rob Miller wanted her. If she was lucky he might even have some wet dream about her tonight while lying in bed next to his wife, or think about her while fucking the old hag he had married. Perhaps he already had, since that day he had caught her sucking David off on the bleachers. His nervousness was something she couldn't even pretend she didn't notice...but she could take her time. Lola held the neck of his hoodie and pressed her nose into it, acting as though she didn't know she was doing a bad job of hiding it. Of hiding that she was taking in his smell. Finally she looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes and reached across the table.

"Mr. Rob...are you alright?" Lola rested her hand gently on his. Her fingers rested on the edge of his hand, curling over to his palm lightly, and her thumb gently caressed the back of his hand. "Do you need something?"

 

[Maiesiobreed]

"I know, you're a good student Lola, I just don't want you to fall behind or lose what is important. You need an education, all of you kids do, and it's my job to make sure you make the most out of your opportunity at school," he said, flashing her a smile. Whenever he talked about his life as a teacher, about his love of helping and guiding his students, he forgot about what an awkward situation this truly was. In a diner with a student, wearing his sweater, she in a state of dissaray...

And the thoughts came flooding back in again. Gone were the fluffy clouds and sunshine of his first love of teaching....replaced with the thoughts of her, of Lola, sucking the cock of the other student in the gym, her lips wrapped around his member, her head bobbing back and forth, maybe bobbing back and forth around his cock, those perfect breasts bouncing slightly as she pleasured him, taking her back to his home and letting her wrap her legs around him as she rode him to completion on his marriage bed, screaming as she came herself....

"Unngh.....fuck....." he moaned slightly, a completely reflexive moment as he felt his cock spasm, his body wracked with pleasure as he came in his jeans the moment she reached out and rubbed his hands.

What the fuck had just happened.

"Umm....excuse me a moment," he said, rather quickly, as he shot up from the booth and walked as quickly as he could to the men's room, hoping she hadn't noticed. What the hell was he doing? He hadn't cum in his pants since he was a teenager, what was this girl doing to him? He haphazardly cleaned himself up, thanking christ that the wet spot on his jeans was well hidden.

He came back to the table after several minutes to find their food already waiting for them. He forced a smile and apologized for leaving so abruptly and dug into his food....to his dread his cock was hardening again....he had to wrest some kind of control over himself, this was ridiculous.

He ate as quickly as he could, just wishing for this moment to be over.

"All ready to go? I can give you a lift back to your house?" he said, after wolfing down his dinner.

 

[Madam Mim]

Lola frowned. Had he...?

He had! Rob all but ran away from the table, disappearing into the men's room. If he hadn't just cum as she suspected he had, then he was about to go rub one out. He had cum and she had barely touched him. Oh he would be a fun one. Lola watched him go, imagining what it might be like to tie him to the bed, to whip his thighs and make him eat her out until he was ready to cum just at her say so. She felt her nipples harden and strain at her shirt beneath his hoodie at the thought. It was a few minutes before he returned and apologized but she shrugged it away. Mr. Miller dug into his food with gusto, but some of that enthusiasm hitched when she touched his ankle lightly again with her foot.

After wolfing down dinner, he offered to bring her back home. With a glance at her watch Lola noticed that it was still only 6:30, and although she had been hoping to keep him until eight, the poor man had already cum once and his wife would be starting to worry. If they alarmed her too early, she'd tie him down and make sure he couldn't leave the house after dinnertime anymore. Lola smiled.

"Yeah sure. Thank you." She slid out of the booth and stood. The hem of the hoodie was about even with the hem of her uniform skirt, so that to all appearances she looked like she was only wearing thigh-high stockings and his hoodie, and nothing else.

The ride home was quiet. Although they went over frost heaves and pot holes, it was more difficult to see her breasts bouncing while they were hidden by his sweater. Difficult, but not impossible. In the driveway, Lola sighed as she looked at her home.

"Thanks, Mr. Rob. For everything." With a smile, she put a hand on his thigh as she leaned over to kiss his cheek.

 

[Maiesiobreed]

He still couldn't believe he had done what he did. He felt like an awkward 16 year old again, trying desperately to focus on his food, but often finding himself looking up at her and trying to steal glances of her body, to see the outline of her breasts against his sweater, to look at her lips and fantasize about them wrapped around his dick. It was too much. This was insane and he needed to get out of this night without anymore incident.

He needed to get home, to see his wife, to remember that it was SHE he leaved, that it was SHE that he wanted to start a family with, to impregnate, to live a happy and normal life with. So if it was SHE that he truly loved, why did thoughts of Lola happily stroking a baby bump that was HIS doing make his cock come to life again?

This was nuts.

"It would be my pleasure to take you home, no proble...." he was cut off as she got out of the booth. The stockings rode up to her mid-thigh, just under what was surely an unbelievable ass....and he couldn't help but stare. It looked as if she were wearing stockings and nothing else. His cock throbbed....fuck...he had to think of something else.

But other thoughts weren't easy to come by, especially on the ride home, as every jiggle and jostle of the car sent waves of motion throughout her body....her breasts slightly bouncing on the periphery of his vision as he tried to maintain control of the car, and himself.

"Here you are, don't forget about that test, okay? I wouldn't want you falling behind," he said....and then she kissed him on the cheek. His head swooned....and his hard, rigid cock sprang even more to life....and rubbed against the tips of her fingers that were delicately placed on his thigh.

She lingered there....he lingered in front of her lips, and for a moment he was going to grasp her , to bring her face in, to kiss her deeply and make love to her in that very car.....but he shut his eyes and whimpered slightly....he needed to leave before he did anything he would regret....or even before he came again.

"L...Lola....we need to keep tonight to ourselves, okay?" He said, almost at a whisper. "People would talk if they saw us out together, okay?"

 

[Madam Mim]

"Yeah, of course." Lola spoke in a low murmur herself, keeping her lips only inches from his. "Don't want anyone thinking you're giving me extra credit or something. I've earned my grades all by myself, after all."

But she didn't remove her hand. She didn't move her face away from his. She was close, so very close, to cornering him into making the first move. Instead of getting out of the car her eyes flicked across his face. His eyes were closed and he whimpered, in need or restraint she couldn't tell. Either way it was a good sign. She fought to keep the smile away from her lips.

"Mr. Miller is anything wrong?" she asked softly. She appeared for all the world like an innocent, wide eyes searching his face for some sign of discomfort or injury. "Can I help?"

 

[Maiesiobreed]

"No....nothing is wrong, Lola, nothing at all....it's just...." he said, stammered, his eyes opening to find her just inches away from him. Her scent, her unmistakable scent drifted over his face. She wasn't moving her hand, it was still firmly on his thigh, just grazing the top of his cock head.

He would think back on this moment in the car, on that rainy evening, when it all started. When he started to dig the hole that he couldn't get out of and he would replay it in his mind over and over again. If only he had just leaned back in the seat of his car, wished her a good night, went home and been with his wife, his life would be much different. A much simpler, less complicated life.

But instead he leaned forward, his hand moving behind her head softly, as he kissed her deeply, his hips almost bucking forward so her hand was placed atop the outline of his throbbing dick in his jeans. He closed his eyes, enjoying the taste of her, the smell, the warmth as they danced together in this kiss, the windows of his car fogging over, as they delighted in each other, knowing full well that this was terribly taboo, but they forged ahead anyways.

His seperate hand moved up his sweater, feeling its frayed threads, until it was gently caressing her gravity defying breast, feeling her erect nipple even through her bra, through her sweater, as he groped at her with little more restraint than a teenage boy she was accustomed to being with.

He couldn't stop. Couldn't stop kissing her, couldn't stop moving his hand under his sweater, to feel her warm skin, the lace of her white bra, the heft of her breast....it was a drug and he couldn't get enough of a fix.

 

[Madam Mim]

Lola delighted in watching him war with himself. Her fingers twitched slightly on his thigh, just barely brushing his head through his jeans as though she was unaware of it. It was a pivotal moment and she wasn't going to rush it; Rob had to think it was entirely his idea, entirely his fault. Her eyes flicked to his hand as he brushed his wedding ring with his thumb and she smiled a little. He deserved more than that bitch and he knew it.

Then his lips were on hers and his hips were bucking into her hand. Finally Lola allowed it, rubbing him gently through his jeans; just enough to be stimulating, not enough to bring him to any sort of climax. Only enough to make promises of so much more. Rob held the back of her head softly while his other hand moved up his sweater, underneath it to cup her breast. Fortunately for him, he didn't dare to take more than that, to try and touch her breast without permission. He was enthusiastic, she would give him that, but he most definitely would need discipline.

Still, it wouldn't do to scare him now that he'd finally taken that step. Instead of yanking him away by the hair as she might have done to someone who knew better, she simply took Rob's wrist with her free hand gently and guided it out of the sweater. Instead, she slid his hand down her body, under her skirt, over her thigh, to the front of her panties. Lola encouraged him to rub her there without moving the cloth, without taking what he so wanted. She groaned gently against his lips while slowly rubbing his cock through his pants, always falling just short of giving him enough.

"Rob..." she murmured against his lips. "Mmm Rob..." She pulled away gently, looking at him with a new sort of glimmer in her eyes. "I'll see you at school tomorrow, alright? For our study session?" She squeezed his cock gently to give him a little more to work with, a little more incentive to show up to school on a Saturday. "I need so much help with getting ready for that test." Her lips gently pressed against his again, if only for a few moments. "Just in case you forgot." She grabbed her backpack and slung it over one shoulder before crawling across the gear shift to straddle his lap in the driver's seat. "Have a good night, Rob." She moved her hips against his for the briefest of moments and leaned down to press a soft kiss to his throat before sliding out of the driver's side and taking her time going up the walk in the rain. The front door was unlocked, just as it had been several hours before.