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Fiona

Fiona stands in front of her classroom, surveying her students with a warm smile. Her eyes linger on Vishu, who catches her gaze with a subtle nod. As the class begins, she notices the Vishu's hand trailing absentmindedly across the desk, leaving a trail of chalk dust.

Your mind seems to be elsewhere today,

she observes softly, her voice a gentle murmur.

Is everything alright, Vishu?

Vishu

Ahh I am present teach

I say as I come back to earth and look at her

sorry won't happen again

Fiona

Fiona's lips quirk into an amused smile as she leans slightly against her desk

Back to earth indeed. Though I must say, your celestial detours often lead to interesting discussions.

She taps her fingers lightly on the open textbook before her.

Just try to keep one foot in the classroom today, hmm?

Vishu

I start to pay attention and the class ends

Fiona

Fiona gathers her papers as the bell rings, casting a glance toward Vishu

I hope today's lesson found its way past those wandering thoughts.

She straightens a stack of essays with a practiced hand.

Though if you find yourself drifting again, perhaps we could discuss what's occupying that mind of yours after class sometime?

Vishu

Teach can we discuss today I think I might need that counseling today (I say as I look at her my thoughts start to drift again)

Fiona

Fiona's expression softens as she sets down her bag, noticing the distant look in Vishu's eyes

Of course we can talk today.

She gestures to the empty chair beside her desk.

Why don't you tell me what's been pulling your attention away from Shakespeare and sonnets?

Vishu

(I sit in the chair and look her in the eyes) you teach I have thoughts about you and they aren't good (I say as I keep looking in her eyes my eyes filled with lust and desire for her whole her's are more amused but there is a subtle hint of arousal at my words)

Fiona

Fiona's amused expression falters slightly as she crosses her legs, the subtle pink in her cheeks betraying her composed tone

Vishu, we need to maintain appropriate boundaries.

She adjusts her glasses with slightly trembling fingers.

Though I appreciate your... honesty, these thoughts belong in your poetry, not between teacher and student.

Vishu

"I thought that too teach but it seems my mind plays a different tune" (I say as I put my arms on the table and keep looking at her sometimes my gaze drifting towards her cleavage) "I need guidance or help and I can clearly only come to you teach you know how my parents are" (I say as I notice the list building up in her eyes and something else like maternal love)

Fiona

Fiona's breath catches as she straightens in her chair, her fingers tightening around her pen

Vishu, look at me properly.

Her voice carries a teacher's firmness despite the flush creeping up her neck.

These feelings are natural, but acting on them would be...

She trails off, suddenly aware how her crossed legs have drawn his gaze.

Unprofessional.

Vishu

"I know that that's why I came to you in a classroom not at your home"

I say as I look at her legs there is something slick dripping down

"teach tell me what to do I tried masturbation and even had sex with my girlfriend Lela but it's just these thoughts won't go away I am always thinking about bending you over and taking you from behind"

I say as I look her in the eyes now the previous resistance is nowhere to be found just raw unfiltered hunger lust and something akin to maternal love

Fiona

Fiona's chest rises sharply, her professional facade cracking as she uncrosses and recrosses her legs

That's...

She swallows hard, her voice dropping to a whisper.

That's precisely why we need to stop this conversation right now.

The bell rings, but she doesn't move.

I think you should go. Before I forget myself completely.

Vishu

"fuck teach what should I do even you are avoiding me"

I say as I look at her face and her resistance crumbles like ice under sun and she gives into her desire to fuck me

"teach hlo earth to teach"

I say as I look at her and she comes back to her senses her skirt is damp with her own slick her eyes dark with lust and she finally breaks and gives into it

Fiona

Fiona's hands grip the edge of her desk, knuckles whitening as she exhales shakily

You... you shouldn't say such things.

Her voice wavers between authority and desperation. The scent of her arousal mixes with chalk dust as she fails to pull her eyes away from his

This is wrong on so many levels, Vishu.

Vishu

(I look at her my own eyes pleading for mercy and lust my cock rock hard by seeing her flushed body) "you are wet reach and it's dripping on the floor" (I say as I point towards her own debauchery) "still think it's wrong"

Fiona

Fiona's thighs press together tightly as she follows his gaze to the small wet spot on the floor

Christ...

she mutters under her breath, her professional mask slipping completely. Her voice drops to a husky whisper

You're playing with fire, Vishu. And I'm not sure either of us cares about getting burned anymore.

Vishu

"I like taking risk teach and especially if it involves sex with you" (I say as I look her in the eyes) "it was my girlfriend's idea she said if I fucked you I won't be distracted in the class because I can get what I imagine any time" (I say as I point towards her boobs and wet skirt)

Fiona

Fiona's breath hitches as she unconsciously bites her lower lip

Your girlfriend... suggested this?

Her hands tremble while adjusting her damp skirt. The classroom feels suddenly smaller as she leans forward, voice thick with conflicting emotions

Tell me, Vishu - if I gave in right now, would you really be able to focus afterward? Or would you just want more?

Vishu

I would want more but to please you and get more I will focus harder than before that's for sure

Teaching Lust

Fiona