02-07-2020, 01:56 PM
I finished dressing then looked around for my knickers. It was then I realised the bastard had taken them. I made my way to the toilet, where I cleaned up as best I could, checked in the mirror to make sure my clothing was back in place and re-applied my make-up. As I made my way back to the classroom I saw Adam standing alone, watching me, smiling. I went over to him.
“Adam, give them back.” I said quietly.
“Give what back?”
“You know what. Give them back.”
“Ask me nicely.”
“Adam, please give them back.”
“Ask me properly.”
“Adam, may I please have my knickers back?”
“Certainly Alison.” He grinned, and pulled them from his blazer pocket, dangling them in front of me. I snatched them from him.
“What do you say?” He sneered.
“Thank you, Adam.” I snapped. I hurried back to my classroom, slamming the door behind me, then pulled on my knickers. At that moment the bell rang to signal the end of lunch break. I drew a deep breath as my next class of students started to file in to the classroom.
I went through the lesson on auto pilot, hardly aware of what was going on around me. I was still befuddled by what had happened at lunchtime, but I was also increasingly anxious about the next lesson. I remembered that Adam was a member of the next class, he would be sitting there, leering at me.
As the bell rang for afternoon break I considered leaving early, I told myself if I said I was unwell I could get out of the lesson. The trouble was, I knew I could only delay the moment when I had to teach Adam, I couldn’t get out of it for ever. Plus, I had to admit to myself that the idea was exciting. To have my tormentor right here in the classroom, having to teach him in the very room where just an hour or so ago he had taken me was making me feel very uncomfortable in a number of ways.
As the class started to drift in to the classroom I made myself busy writing instructions on the blackboard. Once again I felt my cotton blouse as it touched my nipples, stimulating them, making them stiffen. And then Adam came in.
He slouched into the room in his familiar way, then made his way to the very back of the class, dropping into a chair and leaning back on it. He grinned at me and winked. I tried to ignore him. I gave the class their instructions, then sat at the front of the room and began to mark books. I looked up from time to time, only to see Adam grinning back at me. I remembered what he’d said to me last night. I had no doubt he was imagining me naked. The thought made my skin crawl.
Finally the lesson ended and the bell rang signalling the end of the college day. The students made their way out of the class, but Adam hung back. I knew he was waiting until all the others left and shuddered at the thought of being alone with him again. As the last of the other students finally left he calmly walked over and closed the door.
“Shit! Your lessons are so fuckin’ boring. Can’t you do something to make them better?”
“Such as?” I snapped.
“You could do it topless! Get your tits out for the boys. That’d be funny. What do you think?” He laughed.
I found myself tongue tied, totally intimidated by this super-confident, arrogant boy.
“I enjoyed fucking you at lunch time. You liked it too, didn’t you?”
“No. No I didn’t. I hated it.”
“Liar! You came like a hot little bitch. As soon as I started to play with your cunt you were dripping. Don’t deny it. I bet you’d like me to fuck you again now, wouldn’t you? You’d like me to pull your knickers off and stick my dick right up your twat, wouldn’t you?”
I shuddered again, “No. No Adam, you’re wrong.” I stammered.
He laughed again. “Let’s see, shall we? Lift your skirt up again, I want to have a bit of a feel.”
“No Adam, leave me alone, please. For God’s sake Adam, the cleaners will be here any second!”
“Better get on with it then. You don’t want a cleaner to find you being fingered, do you?” He grinned.
I gave in, and started to lift my skirt. As soon as it was bunched around my waist he moved towards me. He grabbed the waistband of my knickers and dragged them down roughly, leaving them half way to my knees. I yelped, then bit down on my lower lip as shame and embarrassment washed over me. He ran his fingers over my shaven mound then pushed his finger between my pussy lips, running the tip of his finger over my clit then pushing it into my wet tunnel.
“There you are, told you. You’re soaking wet! You’re fuckin’ desperate for it, aren’t you?”
“Adam, give them back.” I said quietly.
“Give what back?”
“You know what. Give them back.”
“Ask me nicely.”
“Adam, please give them back.”
“Ask me properly.”
“Adam, may I please have my knickers back?”
“Certainly Alison.” He grinned, and pulled them from his blazer pocket, dangling them in front of me. I snatched them from him.
“What do you say?” He sneered.
“Thank you, Adam.” I snapped. I hurried back to my classroom, slamming the door behind me, then pulled on my knickers. At that moment the bell rang to signal the end of lunch break. I drew a deep breath as my next class of students started to file in to the classroom.
I went through the lesson on auto pilot, hardly aware of what was going on around me. I was still befuddled by what had happened at lunchtime, but I was also increasingly anxious about the next lesson. I remembered that Adam was a member of the next class, he would be sitting there, leering at me.
As the bell rang for afternoon break I considered leaving early, I told myself if I said I was unwell I could get out of the lesson. The trouble was, I knew I could only delay the moment when I had to teach Adam, I couldn’t get out of it for ever. Plus, I had to admit to myself that the idea was exciting. To have my tormentor right here in the classroom, having to teach him in the very room where just an hour or so ago he had taken me was making me feel very uncomfortable in a number of ways.
As the class started to drift in to the classroom I made myself busy writing instructions on the blackboard. Once again I felt my cotton blouse as it touched my nipples, stimulating them, making them stiffen. And then Adam came in.
He slouched into the room in his familiar way, then made his way to the very back of the class, dropping into a chair and leaning back on it. He grinned at me and winked. I tried to ignore him. I gave the class their instructions, then sat at the front of the room and began to mark books. I looked up from time to time, only to see Adam grinning back at me. I remembered what he’d said to me last night. I had no doubt he was imagining me naked. The thought made my skin crawl.
Finally the lesson ended and the bell rang signalling the end of the college day. The students made their way out of the class, but Adam hung back. I knew he was waiting until all the others left and shuddered at the thought of being alone with him again. As the last of the other students finally left he calmly walked over and closed the door.
“Shit! Your lessons are so fuckin’ boring. Can’t you do something to make them better?”
“Such as?” I snapped.
“You could do it topless! Get your tits out for the boys. That’d be funny. What do you think?” He laughed.
I found myself tongue tied, totally intimidated by this super-confident, arrogant boy.
“I enjoyed fucking you at lunch time. You liked it too, didn’t you?”
“No. No I didn’t. I hated it.”
“Liar! You came like a hot little bitch. As soon as I started to play with your cunt you were dripping. Don’t deny it. I bet you’d like me to fuck you again now, wouldn’t you? You’d like me to pull your knickers off and stick my dick right up your twat, wouldn’t you?”
I shuddered again, “No. No Adam, you’re wrong.” I stammered.
He laughed again. “Let’s see, shall we? Lift your skirt up again, I want to have a bit of a feel.”
“No Adam, leave me alone, please. For God’s sake Adam, the cleaners will be here any second!”
“Better get on with it then. You don’t want a cleaner to find you being fingered, do you?” He grinned.
I gave in, and started to lift my skirt. As soon as it was bunched around my waist he moved towards me. He grabbed the waistband of my knickers and dragged them down roughly, leaving them half way to my knees. I yelped, then bit down on my lower lip as shame and embarrassment washed over me. He ran his fingers over my shaven mound then pushed his finger between my pussy lips, running the tip of his finger over my clit then pushing it into my wet tunnel.
“There you are, told you. You’re soaking wet! You’re fuckin’ desperate for it, aren’t you?”
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