The Senior, Part 21
Part 21
Knowing Jade would taunt me about it if I didn’t get right to removing her last layer, I only held her for a few seconds before shifting my hands to the back of her bra. Proving that I wasn’t all talk, I made short work of undoing the bra clasp. It would have been a different story if she had challenged me to do it one-handed; I hadn’t been with that many girls, though I had enough experience to smoothly deal with a bra while making out with one.
Jade hummed a soft moan of approval into my lips when she felt the garment loosen around her chest, but made no effort to take it the rest of the way off for the time being. Instead, she pushed in for another deep kiss that I immediately reciprocated as I gripped her bare back and pulled her in for an equally deep embrace.
We made out for what easily could have been thirty seconds or five minutes before she broke things off and shifted forward to murmur in my ear. “Such a bad boy. Stripping one of your students at school. What if someone finds out?”
“I don’t care,” I muttered. That was a total lie, of course. But I was too horny and caught up in the moment to think about whatever would come after this. Jade wouldn’t tell; I knew that much. The only thing I was currently worried about was what would happen if someone barged in on us. Had Jade locked the door? I couldn’t remember.
“You don’t care?” Jade echoed. She began gliding one of her hands from my back, only slowing down once she reached my abdomen. “Then I bet you don’t mind fucking one of your students at school.” With that, she gave my belt a small tug. Shifting her head back after the sensual whisper in my ear, she met my eyes with a sultry smile, “Say it, babe. You want to fuck one of your students. Your favorite student.”
Uh huh. My opinions on Jade had nothing to do with her grades or her participation in class. I still felt a little weird about leaning into the taboo/fantasy of our pairing, but I wasn’t about to reject the teasing of the hot, naked girl before me. She was confident as ever despite the risky setting, and didn’t seem bothered in the slightest that I was still fully dressed in contrast to her nudity. “I want to fuck my favorite student,” I quietly said, with a hint of sarcasm.
Proving that she was also adept when it came to stripping a partner, she began working on my belt with just the one hand. Show off. Meeting my eyes all the while, she only broke the temporary silence once the buckle was undone and she was gently working it through the loops on my slacks. “And who’s your favorite student?” she coyly asked.
“Who do you think?” I muttered, as she fully removed my belt and proceeded to undo the button and pull down the zipper on my pants. We both knew who she was talking about.
“I want to hear you say it,” Jade smirked. She snaked her hand underneath my underwear and gently wrapped her fingers around me down there. I was already rock hard, and her touch only exaggerated those sensations. “If you want to fuck me . . . ” she gave a single pump with her hand, biting her lip as she glanced up at me. After trailing off long enough for me to quietly groan in pleasure at the gesture that was so simple yet so effective, she said, “ . . . Tell me I’m your favorite.”
So much for playing it cool. Now that she was teasing me with a handjob, I couldn’t help but play along and say just what she wanted. “You’re my favorite, Jade.” Of course, that wasn’t good enough. After another little tug and a nonchalant correction, I said, “You’re my favorite student, Jade.”
She rewarded me with another teasing stroke, leaning in to brush a kiss against my lips. Then she pulled back, pursing her lips in intimate amusement. “I’m your student, right?” she asked, before essentially undoing the initial deal we made a few minutes ago, “So I should stay in your class. Wouldn’t that be more fun?” Before I could figure out how to respond to that, she gave a more pointed jerk with her hand, making sure I was fully erect before going on. “I want to see you trying to focus on teaching while I’m making eyes at you. Trying not to stare at my ass when I bend over, or my cleavage when you take my homework.” Gripping me a little more tightly, in a somewhat rough and almost possessive way, she paired the more intense gesture with an equally intense taunt. “Do you think that anybody will be able to tell that you’re my plaything? That I can have your cock whenever I want, wherever I want, and however I want?”
I definitely didn’t expect that. It wasn’t exactly a threat. She was just taking charge in a more dominant way than how she had been bossing me around in a more flirty and seductive way leading up to this. Between how I was throbbing in desire from her touch, as well as the shift in dynamic, I couldn’t think of anything good to say.
Using my shocked silence as an opportunity to keep toying with me, Jade softened both her grip and her expression. “Or I could just be your girlfriend. But, you know, with a ‘dirty little secret’ twist.” Again, the opposite of what we talked about.
With her other hand, she began tugging both my pants and my underwear down until they were awkwardly caught on my thighs. Now that I was just as bare as her where it counted, she pressed into me and guided my manhood until I was brushing against her damp outer lips. “How about it, babe?” she casually asked, “Do you want to be my plaything, or my boyfriend?”