I'll teach you something!

Judyt had taught long enough to know when a girl lingered for more than extra credit. Nicole stayed after the last bell, textbooks clutched tight against that tight skirt, saying she needed private lessons. Soon the door was locked, the air heavy with perfume and nerves. Judyt stepped close, heels sharp on the tile, and slid the books from Nicole’s arms. "You’re behind in more ways than one," she said. A hand slipped beneath fabric, fingers tracing the soft heat between thighs. Nicole gasped, hips tilting forward. Judyt’s mouth found the pulse at her neck, teeth grazing skin as two fingers slipped inside, slow, deliberate. The student’s breath broke into a whimper. Outside, footsteps passed and faded; inside, the only sound was wet rhythm and stifled moans. Judyt pressed deeper, thumb circling, coaxing every secret gasp the textbooks never covered. Nicole’s knees buckled, pleasure spilling through her in sudden, helpless waves while the teacher’s low, satisfied laughter curled against her ear.