𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜

(plot created by my friend, written and edited by me)

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A day later and Mr Hallowsby is still thinking about the toilet incident, though he tries to keep himself together whilst teaching his class.

He can't help but let his mind wander when no one is around, this normally ends in making a quick sprint to the bathroom and a very, very cold shower.

It's now Friday afternoon, and fifth period is about to start. Lennon's lesson. Fuck.

Since the bathroom rendezvous on Tuesday, he has only seen glimpses of her in the corridor as English is a minor of hers, not a major. Sometimes she notices him staring at her and other times she doesn't. It's driving him crazy seeing her in all the different outfits she wears.

Wednesday, she wore tight yoga pants that accentuated all of her lower body assets and a tight fitted, low cut, body-con shirt. That was one of the days she caught him gawking at her, but she didn't come up to him. Instead, she simply smirked and turned away from him, swaying her hips as she walked away from his tensed figure.

That day, Mr Hallowsby had to take a few minutes in the bathroom to calm the roaring in his veins; she really knew what she was doing to him and she enjoying it. A lot.

Thursday lunch was the next time he saw her, he was walking to get lunch from the school's cafeteria when he saw her bending over to pick up a water bottle that she dropped.

It would have been fine had she not been wearing a very short skirt that day. As she bent over, he got a front row seat to see the black lacy panties she had on underneath.

He was shaking at this point. It took everything scrap of will he had within him to not to go up to her, bend her back over and fuck her in front of the whole school.

So today was Lennon's lesson and he wasn't entirely sure if he was going to survive.

He had decided to change the seating plan to make sure all the students - oh who was kidding - he was moving Lennon to the front of the classroom. Which, in hindsight, probably wasn't a good idea because he now couldn't resist watching her.

But before he could ditch the new seating plan in favour of not having to constantly wrap his jacket around his waist whenever he stood up, the bell rang and the students began filing into the room. He's screwed. Literally.

The students spot the new seating plan on the screen and begin moving to their newly allocated seats, most grumbling under their breath whilst doing so.

In comes Lennon, and oh god, he is completely and utterly fucked.

Today her hair is down, cascading down her back in luscious waves. It looked so soft that he found himself restraining the feeling of walking up to her and running his hands through it.

Her eyes were smudged with a smoky black around the edges, making her gorgeous hazel eyes shine. Her top was simple and black with a zip running down the middle; oh how he wanted to pull that zip down with his teeth, and a short plaid skirt sitting perfectly on her hips, allowing him to admire her deliciously lean legs.

He wanted those long legs wrapped around his hips or shoulders, he didn't really care where. His cock gave a pleasant throb and quickly - very quickly - took a seat in his chair. Which turned out to be a bad idea because his trousers tightened. He looked down and all he could think about was himself on this chair whilst Lennon wrapped her legs around his waist and rode him deep and-

"Mr Hallowsby?"

He found himself gripping tightly on the arms of his chair and quickly removed them, looking up.

There Lennon stood, barely two feet away from him. Her hazel eyes took him in and watched as his hands flexed of their own accord. Smirking down at him, she asked with an innocent tone, "Is there a problem, sir?"

"Of course not." His voice came out more scratchy and deep than he would have liked. He coughed into his hand before moving his chair slightly further under his desk, hoping to hide the evidence of what exactly she was doing to him just by standing there. "How can I er- help you?"

Her smirk widened and she leaned slightly forward, not so much that it was perceived as anything more than a shift in weight to others who may be watching, but he knew, as her breasts came further into his view, what she was doing.

"I noticed that you moved me to the front without Katie. Would you be so kind as to move her to the front as well?"

He gulped but managed to keep a professional tone, "Sorry Miss Artisan but the seating plan was randomised -" Bullshit it was randomised, not even a bloody chance, "- and I'm not sure if you'd be able to get work done to the 'right standard' if I moved your friend next to you.

She smiled her dangerous smile and he had the faint feeling that he'd fallen into her trap.

"Really, Mr Hallowsby, there's not anything that could change your mind?" Her eyes gleamed with challenge and he scooted even further under the desk. She saw his action and bit her lip.

He was done for. So utterly fucked.

So with that he logged into his computer, with Lennon leaning around his desk to watch, and focused on moving her friend right next to her before clicking save.

She looked him straight in the eyes, "Thank you, sir." She drawled seductively, gazing at him through lowered lashes.

His erection was getting painful now, he didn't know how he was going to last the hour.

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She made sure to sway her hips just that little bit more than usual as she sauntered to the back of the class with a massive grin, feeling his eyes on her. Reaching her friend's desk, she leaned over to Katie and said, "Told you I could get you moved with me."

You see, Katie knew all about her crush on Mr Hallowsby. She was actually the one to point out that he looked at her the same way Lennon looked at him and that he often flirted with her. She also knew all about the little fiasco in the toilet cubicle last Tuesday, given it was a bit hard to hide when Lennon had come back into the classroom with messy hair and swollen, red lips. She had just asked her if she had fun and Lennon remembered replying, "You have no idea."

But now Katie shook her head and gathered up her belongings to walk to the front with her friend.

Mr Hallowsby was telling the poor boy that was supposed to be next to Lennon that he was being moved again; it was obvious to her that he was trying to avoid her penetrating gaze as she walked up to the front.

"You have him wrapped around your finger Lennon, I'd be careful, it's only been a few days and he's looking at you like a man half starved."

Lennon chuckled as she sat down in her newly assigned seat, which just so happened to be situated directly in front of Mr Hallowsby's desk.

"But what if I want that, hm? That being this crazed side of him; he's always so proper, never a hair out of place."

Katie just placed her bag under her desk smiling as she looked towards Mr Hallowsby, Lennon doing the same. "It's so like you to literally get the hottest teacher in the school down on his knees for you."

Lennon laughed at her remark and looked at her friend, winking after saying, "That actually hasn't happened yet, but it will soon."

Katie made a disgusted face and shook her head, "Ew Lennon, I did not want that image in my head."

In response, Lennon smiled a wild smile and looked back towards Mr Hallowsby. He was writing something about some character being a tool of vengeance for their superior on the whiteboard. Understandably, her mind was elsewhere, she was looking him up and down, appreciating his assets. Strong shoulders and arms, defined waist shallowing to his hips and thighs - god those thighs, so muscled and masculine. He turned around and her eyes snagged on her favourite part of him.

Clearly in the time since she'd left his desk, he'd had some serious calming down method as it was noticeable but only if you were looking for it - and she certainly was. Her eyes trailed up his chest where his muscles bulged beneath his shirt, to his face when she found him directly staring back at her, an eyebrow raised and a slight quirk in his lips.

Shit. Busted.

She quickly broke from his gaze, looking down before busying herself with opening her book and writing the date and title. She could have sworn she heard him quietly chuckle but she ignored it and carried on writing.

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We were about halfway through the lesson, stealing glances from one another during the time until Katie leaned over to me and whispered in my ear. "Oh my god, will you two stop eye-fucking each other for two seconds, he's basically undressing you with his eyes and I'm trying to learn here."

My gaze slid to her and I smiled, ignoring her past statement before asking, "I'm bored and I feel like teasing him, what should I do? Nothing enough to make him leave the classroom, but just enough to make him need to sit down through the next half of the lesson."

Katie sent me a wicked smile and leaned even closer towards my ear, wicked delight coursing through me as she told me her plan.

I didn't do anything at first. I just simply reached towards my bag; the fun would start in a second. I plucked my water bottle out of my bag and set it on the desk.

Trying to keep my smirk hidden, I continued writing quotes from that same character from before and how they finally confront their superior later in the novel.

I had ended up biting my lip to contain the cackle that I felt building up in my throat.

Mr Hallowsby turned around to face the class and started talking about love and resentment. Or something like that; I wasn't really listening at this point.

Taking a sweeping glance around the classroom, I noticed that everybody had their heads down, focused on their work.

'Go time.'

I picked up my water bottle, unscrewing the cap before bringing it to my lips, and took a long sip.

'Any moment now.'

Mr Hallowsby had finally looked in my direction. Perfect.

Slowly, I licked around the rim of the bottle and then subtly dipped my tongue in and around the opening. Hearing Mr Hallowsby choke and stumble over his words brought a small smile to my lips. That smile turned into a grin as I watched him move behind his desk.

I tilted my head slightly to make sure he could still see and started to suck on the bottle, securing my mouth around it before bobbing my head slightly.

He quickly sat down to hide what I assumed to be his arousal and flicked onto the next slide of the powerpoint in a poor attempt to distract himself. He was telling the students what the next task was in a slightly strained tone, which earn a few curious looks for the sharper students in the class. Despite this, everyone returned to their former position and continued focusing on their work.

I smiled in delight as I carefully tipped my bottle, licking around the inside. I made sure that he could see every little thing I was doing to the water bottle, and showing him what I'd soon to do him.

Watching him hungrily, I spotted him taking his hand off his mouse and adjusting his trousers; his teeth were gritted to contain what I thought was a hiss. But I wasn't that kind. That, after all, wasn't what I wanted to happen.

So I drank the rest of my water before I gingerly took my mouth away from the bottle, leaving a small string of saliva in its wake. I threw my water bottle in my bag when I looked up to meet him gaze and I noticed that his eyes were glazed over and his hand was still moving over his erection.

Whilst maintaining eye contact, I licked my lips as I saw his eyes widen at the promise that lay in my own. I shook my head at him in mock disappointment at the hand that was gripping his erection.

Snatching Katie's whiteboard and pen off her desk - with her barely sparing me a glance - I uncapped the pen and wrote what I wanted to say.

" 𝑁𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠, 𝑀𝑟 𝐻𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑠𝑏𝑦, 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒.＂

Satisfied with what I had written, I picked up the board and turned it around so that he could see it. I watched his eyes scan over the whiteboard before they widened further. He then looked over at me almost pleadingly but I just smirked at him and raised an eyebrow.

With obvious hesitation, he placed his hand back onto the desk and looked towards his computer screen which, might I add, seemed to take a lot of effort. I could see him practically shaking with need and restraint. Oh this would be fun.

I smiled innocently and turned back to my work, finally planning to start the task he'd set us until the best possible thing happened.

"Sir, could you please come over here and check my work for me?"

Clara Wood, who was situated at the back of the classroom asked sweetly, shifting her crutches into a better position near her desk. An elated feeling rose inside of me so quickly I had to restrain myself from squealing. Mr Hallowsby was going to have to get up from his seat and then there would be absolutely no way of hiding what strained so clearly against the front of his pants.

Katie, who had looked up from her work, had also seemed to realise what was about to happen as she turned to me. "Well aren't you happy that she broke her ankle."

I mirrored the fiendish smirk that was apparent on her lips as I glanced towards Mr Hallowsby, who was clearly attempting at schooling his features into one appropriate for class. From the clear panic that almost took over his features, I could tell that he wasn't having an easy time.

Clara, you are an absolute fucking legend.

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Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

What the fuck was I going to do? There was absolutely no fucking way I could get out of my chair with the raging hard on I had right now. It had gotten to the point where it was straining horrendously in my trousers and from the look of pure wicked delight on her face, she knew it too.

It's not like I could ask Clara to bring it to me; she was on fucking crutches.

I started to rise from my chair when I felt my trousers shift against my erection and I had to bit my lip to keep myself from moaning in class. I couldn't do this. If I moved even a little, I got the friction that I dearly needed and I don't think I could make it to the back of the classroom with my every movement bringing me closer to the edge.

I'd have to stop and hold onto the side of the counter, which would causes everyone to look at me as soon as I slammed down my hand. They would see the result of my arousal clearly as Lennon had not given me the time to calm down. I am totally fucked.

I had to make a decision and quick because people were starting to lift their heads as to why I hadn't moved or said anything yet. So, after taking a deep breath, I stuttered on the only excuse I could think of.

"Erm...Jeremy, could you please bring Clara's work up to the front for me?"

I refused to look at Lennon's smug face as Jeremy looked up from his work, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"Erm, sure sir?"

He went over to Clara's desk and gathered up her work before starting to bring it to the front. I tried to school my features into one of indifference but after glancing at the large grin etched onto Lennon's face, she knew I wasn't doing well.

Jeremy left the work on my desk and returned to his seat. Clara just started staring idly at her phone as she waited for my feedback. But shit, feedback was nearly impossible when I had a much bigger problem that needed immediate attention.

I looked up towards Lennon only to notice her still observing me; I had a feeling that she was doing this on purpose and wouldn't let me leave the rom even if I tried. Her smirk was answer enough.

"Miss Artisan, please get on with the task I've set you, you have five minutes left."

To be honest, I didn't really give a shit about the task I'd set; she was one of the smartest people in the class, so it's not like the task would have helped. But, at this point, I'd give anything to get her to stop staring at me like she wanted to rip my clothes off in front of everybody.

My voice was firm, albeit a bit shaky, but I prided myself on not giving too much anyway. She looked down and rubbed her previous words off of her whiteboard. Good; at least she's listening to me now. But then she started writing something else on the whiteboard. Shit. She looked back up at my through her lashes and turned the whiteboard around.

"That was cheating," lay in perfect cursive on the board. I took a glance around the classroom; all heads were down. I quickly brought up a plain slide and typed out, "What did you expect?"

She smirked dangerously and raised her eyebrow. I inhaled deeply and went back to my original slide, bringing Clara's work closer to me and tried to mark it. Lennon put her head down and continued writing with a small smirk on her face.

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Finally, the bell rang and I could have cried from relief. I dismissed all the students but said, "Miss Artisan, can you stay behind for a bit? I'd like to speak to you."

Lennon just cracked her neck from side to side, stood up, and strolled towards the far wall and leant against it. Quickly, I averted my gaze and walked to the door, saying goodbye to the rest of the students as they walked out.

Over the last part of the lesson, my erection had slowly gone down - thankfully. All the student filed out including Lennon's friend that she always sits next to after waving her goodbye with a smirk; I think she knows what we're doing, but if Lennon trusts her then I guess that's okay.

Clara came towards me on her crutches and was asking for her work back, shit, I was so distracted that I completely forgot to give it back to her. Luckily, I had written the feedback down on her sheet and just gave her them back.

She left the room slowly - too slowly - and wished me a good rest of the day.

Then I shut the door and locked it. No windows were on the wall that was shared with the corridor, they were only on the other side where Lennon was and we were also on the third floor. So there were no watching eyes. Perfect.

I slowly turned around to face her. She was now sitting on top of my desk; her hands behind her which propped herself up and her legs slightly spread open, looking all too smug. My cock gave a pleasant throb at the sight. Today was going to be different; today I was taking control. I strode towards her slowly, like a predator marking its prey.

"So Mr Hallowsby, what seems to be the problem?" She asks whilst tilting her head.

I restrained the need to rush up to her, push whatever panties she has on aside and sheath myself within her, to feel her wet warmth encompass me. But no, that would come later.

"The problem, Miss Artisan, is that you're being a royal tease."

I continued walking towards her, placing myself just outside of her legs before putting my hands on each of her knees and spreading them further apart so I could fit myself between them.

"Whatever do you mean, Mr Hallowsby?" A small smirk now graced her lips, "I was just doing my English assignment."

Lennon moved further towards the edge of the desk, wrapping her legs more securely around my waist.

"The water bottle."

I stated simply, drawing my finger up and down the inside of her knee. She seemed to shiver at that and replied, "I was just taking a drink, sir, I've been rather....thirsty lately."

She exaggerates the word 'thirsty' whilst sitting up and bringing her hands towards me tie; her skilled fingers undoing it slightly. My thumb was now drawing circles onto the soft inner part of her thigh. She squirmed under my touch and let her legs open further. I pushed her skirt up higher so now it only just covered where I wanted to see most and continued my ministrations on her leg.

"You've been a little thirsty huh?" I smirked, "Just for water? Or for something more...dirty?" At that, I let my hand trail towards her core, lightly brushing my fingers against her most sensitive part. I heard her inhale sharply as I came to a pleasant realisation. I growled.

"Coming to school without panties on Lennon? What would happen if you had to bend over, huh?"

She whimpered and pushed her hips further into my hand, which was now leaving feather light touches along her folds.

"Would you have let whoever was behind you see how thirsty you are for your English teacher? Would you, Lennon? Because I don't know how to feel about that; anyone else seeing you like this, feeling you like this. Do you know what you were doing to me in class? I couldn't even stand up to go see a student's work because I knew I wouldn't get there before I came, is that what you wanted Lennon? To see me struggle with my need for you? To see me restraining myself from picking you up out of your seat and fucking you up against the wall for all the students to see?"

Her eyes were ravenous now, her face flushed as she gasped and guided my hand closer to her; wanting more, always wanting more. She fell against my chest and started panting heavily into my ear.

"Did you enjoy undoing me in the toilet? To know that anyone could have walked in at anytime and heard my groans of pleasure?" I felt the bundle of nerves above her core and ran my fingers across it. She gave a broken moan in my ear and that was it. I plunged a finger into her as she shook and wrapped her arms around my neck, her breathing laboured. I unzipped her skirt and let it fall off by her sides.

I glanced down at where my finger was now disappearing into her and let out a groan at the sight, having to shut my eyes at the almost painful throb of my erection in my trousers again. I took my other hand off Lennon's thigh and brought it down to my trousers, giving my cock the friction it desired. I groaned again and pressed harder.

Alerted by the sound, Lennon looked down and batted my hand away before replacing it with her own. I slammed my hand onto the counter beside her as she unzipped my trousers and brought my erection out of its confinement, stroking it freely now. She enticed a strangled moan from me as she stroked underneath the sensitive head of my cock.

I plunged another finger into her and stared up a rhythm, causing her steady hand to falter and her hips to start grinding into my hand. She grasped my cock a little tighter and started stroking rougher, bringing me closer and closer to the edge I've been on since that day in the toilets. Our panting breaths mingled as we rested our foreheads together, neither of us daring to break eye contact.

Then there was a loud knock at the door.

We both glanced at the door before looking back at each other, snapping us both out of our daze. I brought my hand away and she let out a light whimper at the loss of contact; it almost made me get on my knees and continue pleasuring her and ignoring the knock at the door, but then another knock came, and then a try of the handle.

"Mr Hallowsby?"

Lennon let go of my cock and I had to grit my teeth to prevent myself from swearing at the cold that now replaced her hand. We had to figure something out. Quickly.

"Get under my desk, take your skirt and be quiet." I mumbled to her, not thinking clearly as our hearts were beating wildly and she jumped off my desk and grabbed her skirt before ducking under the table.

I tucked myself back into my trousers and swore at the strain, wiping my forehead before approaching and unlocking the door. There stood one of the other English teachers, Mr Grayson, if I remember correctly. I smiled at him, "What can I do for you?"

He smiled back at me and I was praying that he didn't look down or ask to come in.

"May I come in? I'd like to speak to you about something."

Fucking shit. I'm so screwed.