Author's Notes:

Mature content in the first section.

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As Dimitri fired up the video call, he knew he might catch Rose at the wrong time, but he hoped not. He hadn't had a lot of privacy to make the call at other times of day when she would be awake. With a fourteen hour time zone difference, five o'clock in the morning seemed the right time to call her - since it was three o'clock in the afternoon where Rose lived.

He had tried the previous couple of days to call her at times that would have been early in the morning for her and after his nieces and nephews had already gone to sleep for the night, but had quickly discovered that 'Christmas vacation Rose' was not a morning person - or even awake at that hour, for that matter.

Russia was still 'home' to him, as it had been the last time he had visited, but after nearly two months of being together, missing Rose was harder than he had expected. Perhaps next Christmas, when she is no longer my student, I could bring her along?

When Rose picked up the phone, he could hear music playing and see Lissa in the background. He frowned, but he was suddenly grateful that he hadn't taken his manhood out of his pants before calling Rose.

"Dimitri!" she shrieked with joy, attempting to surreptitiously eye his shirtless bare chest on her phone screen, "I love you! And I've missed you so much!"

"I've missed you, too, Roza," Dimitri greeted her warmly, "I love you. It's not the same without you around. I haven't slept as well without the scent of you on my pillow."

"I'll take that as my cue to leave," Lissa whispered in the background.

Rose nodded, never taking her eyes off Dimitri.

"Thank you, Lissa!" Dimitri called out to the picture of Lissa's retreating back.

"It's dark there," Rose said, "What time is it?"

Dimitri chuckled, "It's five o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Whoa, so this is like time travel, Comrade? Tell me what my parents are giving me for Christmas." Rose joked.

"No idea. I haven't been that far yet," he teased, untying his pajama pants, "but I can tell you that you and I are about to make each other orgasm."

"You don't say?" Rose replied, tugging her t-shirt off over her head, revealing a deceptively innocent lacy white bra.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by it swinging open.

"Sorry, Rose, but I left my ..." Lissa looked in and then stopped. "You know what? Nevermind, I'll get it later."

Lissa closed the door again and Rose scowled at where Lissa had been.

"I hope we won't get interrupted again," Rose replied, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them off.

Dimitri winked. "That's why I called you now. No one here in Siberia is up for the day yet."

Rose smiled in return. "In that case, could you take those pants off, Comrade?

Dimitri slid his hands inside his waistband and pulled his pajama pants down around his calves and off. Rose could already see the thick ridge of his hardness through his snug boxers.

"Your turn," Dimitri indicated, nodding at her and pointing to each of his pecs.

"You want a little 'tit for tat', then, Comrade?" she asked.

"I definitely want - more than a little - tit," Dimitri replied, licking his lip longingly, "I wish you were here so that I could lick them. I love the feel of your nipple between my lips, or the taste of your skin."

As Rose's bra slid down her arms, she moaned, "Mmm," at the thought of his mouth surrounding her hardened nipples. "You want to lick them? Or suck them?"

"Why not both? How about you touch them and imagine that's my lips? Or tongue? Your nipples already look so hard and suckable."

Rose set her phone down as she had with the last video call and her hands immediately went to work on both of her nipples. Dimitri's erection visibly jumped in his pants at the visual he was watching.

Dimitri slid his hand into the waistband of his boxers and took hold of himself with a firm grip, imagining Rose's smaller hand clutching him tightly to try to close her fingers around his shaft.

"I'm imagining this is you," he puffed out, "with your hand wrapped around me."

Rose licked her lips and pinched her hard nipples. More a question than a statement, Rose asked, "Show me?"

"Absolutely." His boxers were slid off quickly, revealing the extent of his body. Rose took a deep breath at the lovely sight before her.

"You want mine off, too?" she breathed.

"Yes, please."

Her panties quickly landed on the floor.

"Part your legs, Roza," Dimitri said, "Let me see all of you."

When Rose's legs spread before his screen, Dimitri groaned at the sight, "Oh, how I've missed your body!"

"Is that all you've missed?" Rose responded, one hand cupping her breast and the other nestling into the apex of her thighs.

"I've missed so many things, Roza; so many things. Like how wet I know you must be right now."

Rose began strumming at her clit as Dimitri watched her body with rapt attention and stroked his hard length.

"Have you missed my mou -" Before Rose's sentence could finish, Dimitri's screen froze, Rose's face stuck in an odd position.

"Roza? Rose? Can you still hear me? My video is frozen."

After a few seconds of no response, Dimitri got a text message saying that she could hear him, but wasn't able to see him anymore. Dimitri disconnected the call and tried calling her back. When it connected, he set the phone back down again and began to wrap his hand around himself again.

"Damn, Comrade," Rose said, "I thought we'd lost each other for the afternoon."

"Morning, actually," Dimitri corrected, with a smirk.

"Fine, morning," Rose said, sticking her tongue out, "Now, where were we?"

Dimitri grasped his hard shaft and nodded to it with his head, pointing it towards the phone screen. "Just about ... here," he replied.

Rose laid back where she had been again and parted her thighs, displaying her center for him. Dimitri groaned as he tightened his hand again and began stroking faster when she dipped her finger to her clit.

Rose let out a soft moan and Dimitri tightened his grip, already nearly ready to explode.

"Dimitri, you already look ready to come for me."

"I am, Roza. You have no idea how much I've been missing the real thing the past several days. Seeing you like this is definitely not the same, but it's much better than imagining."

"I know what you mean, Comrade," she said, and the video on his side was unmoving as she continued to say, "I want you right here."

The video unfroze a second later and Dimitri asked, "Where? The video froze up for a moment and I couldn't see where you were referring."

Rose let out a slight chuckled and spread her legs further, using her fingers to spread her slick center. "Here."

"Mmm, I'd like that, Roza," he said, nearly ready to topple over the edge.

"Dimitri, are you about to come now?"

"More than about," Dimitri said as he closed his eyes and let bliss begin to overtake him, "Oh, Roza! Oh! Oh! Roza!"

Especially after watching Dimitri's release, Rose was close too, but suddenly, there was the sound of a baby crying on Dimitri's end of the call.

"Oh Der'mo!" Dimitri hissed, "I woke my niece. I'm so sorry, Roza. I really wanted to pleasure you, too.  I think I have to go now, though."

"It's okay, Dimitri," she told him, "but I expect that you'll make it up to me on the first day of classes when we're back."

"It's a deal. I love you, Roza."

"I love you, too, Dimitri. I can't wait to see you in person again."

"I can't wait, either. Goodbye."

"Bye." Rose blew a kiss and ended the call.

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Dimitri pulled his Camaro into the parking space at the far end of the faculty parking lot with a huge grin on his face. As much as he had truly cherished spending Christmas with his family, he was anxious to see Rose again in person. Even when the video call had worked, no amount of stroking himself could replace the feel of being buried inside the woman he loved. He knew that since the new term would be starting, she wouldn't be in mandatory daily detention anymore, but he had hoped that Rose would still find a way to end up spending a portion of his day with him.

Walking into the teachers' lounge for his morning coffee, Dimitri saw Principal Kirova walking towards him.

"Ah, there you are, Dimitri," she said, grabbing a coffee cup as she waited for him to dispense his own cup, "Just the instructor I was hoping to see this morning."

Dimitri handed her the carafe and took the first sip of his coffee, then gave her an uncharacteristic smile and responded, "Yes, Principal Kirova, what can I do for you this morning?"

Kirova quickly filled her cup and set the carafe down for the next person.

"The school board had stressed the importance of the cultural literacy course you'll be teaching. I've gotten your proposed curriculum and it meets all of the guidelines, but because of the school board's request that at least seventy percent of students take the course, almost the entire senior class will be enrolled. Given that your curriculum is ... " Kirova tapped at her cup for a moment, "rather ... homework-heavy, we've decided that you're going to need a teaching assistant, who will be responsible for some of your cultural literacy grading this semester. We didn't know you would need one until too late to get someone here right away, but we put a request for your T.A. last week and we have already been able to hire one in, so she will be here starting next week."

"Thank you Principal Kirova. That's very generous of you to consider my time."

"Nonsense, Dimitri," Kirova said, giving him a surprisingly flirtatious grin, "You've already given us more of your time by taking on detention. I'm just making sure you have the time to spend with your fellow faculty. Please keep in mind that you are completely in charge of the teacher assistant. You may divide the grading however you see fit, but be sure to save some time for socializing."

Dimitri internally cringed, but kept his face a placid mask of calm. This wasn't the first time that he had assumed Principal Kirova was making a pass. He had often thought that if it were to get out of hand, perhaps he should speak to the school district human resources department about her, but as long as it seemed that she was willing to treat him fairly and didn't make any propositions, it was probably better to keep her in his corner.

Especially given what he was about to find out when he entered his classroom.

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Author's Notes:

What do you think he's going to find in his classroom (hint:  this is his first hour classroom that he is taking over from Stan Alto's first hour history classroom - have you been paying attention)?

Have you ever had a supervisory position like Dimitri's about to be in?  If so, what did you think of it?

If you're willing/able, I love votes (⭐) and comments(💬)!  Thanks for reading along!