Thread: The Wicked Web (MimxSierra-117)

She wasn't taking her eyes off of him, and she didn't quite care if that made him uncomfortable. Mara Carridan held the end of a pen between her lips as she watched Mr. O'Rourke write on the blackboard, her eyes tracing his form through the Oxford shirt and khaki chinos. The man knew how to dress, that was for certain, and he certainly knew how to show off his assets . Dark eyes met his for a few moments when he turned around before she forced a blush and looked down, pulling the pen out of her mouth and jotting down notes about molecular geometry. She had to suppress a smile as the memory came unbidden. She'd known he was there. Mara had heard Mr. O'Rourke walking across the gym floor and that David hadn't been paying attention. David's cock was in her mouth and his hand was in her hair as he moaned softly with his back pressed against the wall at the edge of the bleachers. She'd waited until Mr. O'Rourke found them, and when he didn't immediately say anything but froze and watched she moaned around David's cock, sending vibrations through his body. That nearly undid him and Mara suddenly had the urge to just get it over with. While massaging his balls she took his entire length before running her tongue in a serpentine pattern along the underside of his shaft, sucking hard on his head until he came and she swallowed it with a moan, allowing a few drops to drip onto her lips and down her chin. Oh my God Mr. O'Rourke! Mara had shrieked, cleaning up the cum on her chin and sucking it off in a studiedly absent-minded way. They'd run off before he could say anything, but she knew he'd watched. She knew she might actually have him. Mara had decided the first day of school, after all, that she would have Mr. O'Rourke. There was no way she couldn't, no way to ignore what those pecs might look like under those button-up shirts, how firm that ass was under his khakis and slacks. She had to have James O'Rourke. He was also, after all, the only decent-looking teacher under 40 in the entire school. She had in the past few months played the sweet and innocent girl many people thought she was--well, many teachers thought she was, anyway. If she had a habit of not noticing how low her shirt had slipped as she leaned on her desk in the front row of her 11th grade Chemistry class, well that wasn't her fault, right? Sitting back in her chair with her knees slightly apart under her short skirt was just bad breeding was all. And all the time she'd watched Mr. O'Rourke watching her. His catching her sucking off David DiMarco wasn't planned, of course, and had potentially ruined her image. If she blushed enough and was demure enough she might be able to save it until the time was right...but then again, there was no time like the present. Besides, she'd seen that wedding band and Mr. O'Rourke himself seemed like a fighter it wasn't like it wouldn't be fun anyway. Mara sucked harder on her pen, debating internally. Fuck it, she decided. When his back was turned she discreetly pulled four Polaroids from her backpack and slipped them into the front cover of her textbook--not very snugly--where they would be sure to slip out. The Polaroids were stolen from her stepfather's nightstand drawer. He thought she didn't know that he watched her, but he was old and ugly so she certainly wasn't going to give him what he wanted. Each of the Polaroids featured Mara, sometimes changing, sometimes drying after a shower, one was of her from behind while she bent over in a short skirt to look for something all of them were when she had thought she was alone in her room. She had only found them when her mother told her to go look for some spare change in his nightstand, and slowly she'd been taking one or two at a time for just such an occasion as this. Mara was careful to blush and look down demurely a few more times whenever Mr. O'Rourke turned around from the blackboard. Finally the bell rang, and without meeting his eyes she turned in her lab report and left, being sure to accidentally leave her book with the Polaroids on her desk.