Miss Moone watched Becky leave as she always did from her late afternoon class. Why she focused so much on this particular student she did not know. Perhaps it was how this girl seemed so full of life, unlike herself. Ever since she had started at this school she had been very much alone. The opportunity was incredible - one of the best schools in the country. To land such a job straight out of university had made many of the other teachers jealous. However, success begets loneliness. None of the other staff members were really in her age group, or had anything in common with here. They all had their war stories, but not her. She had kept her head down at school, then at university, and now again here.
Sophie looked at the clock. Gone four o'clock. Dammit, she had been lost in her own self pity again. That was happening more and more often. Usually after Becky Hunter left her class. She tidied her desks, locking her books in the drawer. No need for marking today. Just a relaxing glass of wine, and perhaps a film before bed.
Sophie got up and locked the classroom, jangling her keys as she walked through the corridor to the teachers wing. Most of the teachers lived on site with the students - it was even paid for by the school. She had jumped at the chance, and the school was more than willing to provide. Of course if she had lived in town maybe she wouldn't be so dreadfully isolated in the school, all day, every day.
Sophie unlocked the door to her flat. She drops her rucksack and kicks off her flat shoes. Looking around her living room kitchen she remembers she has no food in her fridge. Looks like freezer meals again.
"I really must get into town" she said to nobody. She'd been speaking to herself when alone in her flat more and more recently. She looks around for her TV remote and turns on the news - "at least it'll sound like somebody is here with me".
"At least 13 people have been injured in a building collapse in sound London today as ..."
"Oh dear, that doesn't sound good." Sophie said as she turned off the TV. She hated bad news. She checked her answering machine, seeing that 0 messages had come in but wanting to break the silence of her flat.
"No new messages". A sultry voice spoke
In hindsight, perhaps that wasn't the best idea. Now she just felt pathetic for not only having no messages, but also for having this successful voice actress tell her so.
She ate her frozen microwave food. Or microwaves frozen food. Sophie didn't think it really made a difference to the taste which order they were done in. She longed for some home cooked food, but never really had the energy to do make any. So microwave dinners it was. Sophie showered herself, lingering perhaps a little on breasts. The last time she'd had sex was perhaps 6 months ago? She couldn't remember. It had been a one night stand, and she hadn't particularly enjoyed it. She stroked her pussy with the sponge and felt the familiar tingle she so often gave into when showering. She rubbed herself with the sponge, at first feigning that she was cleaning. It soon became a bit more fervent. Her big yellow sponge was ground into her clit as she moaned gently. Sophie placed her left hand against the shower door, leaning against it for support as she turned herself on.
She gradually brought herself up to a peak as she rubbed herself with the sponge, but didn't want to cum like this in the shower. She was always slightly on edge whilst standing which wouldn't let her cum, and felt dirty sitting on the shower floor. She gradually calmed herself down and rinsed off, before towelling off and donning her silk bathrobe. She walked to the bedroom where she sat up and looked at the clock.
01:00
This would be the third night in a row she'd stayed up past midnight. She really needed to get her sleeping times in check - she was worse than her students. She pulled her knees to her chest, letting her robe part and reveal her moist pussy. She started to rub her clit again, grasping her left breast whilst she did it. This was the only thing that helped her sleep now. She started to imagine a lover fondelling her as she did now. She really needed to get some action - maybe she'd head into town for another one night stand like last time?
"Snap out of it," she said to herself. She'd never get off whilst worrying about that kind of thing. She focussed on her clit, slightly erect now. She shifted her hand down to her deqy entrance and slipped a finger inside, coaxing her g-spot a she went. She imagined her lover doing the same. She pictured them down between her legs, giving her clit a good sucking as she tweaked it with her hand. In a skirt. She'd never been with a girl before, but she didn't find the idea offensive. It actually excited her more. As she built up closer and closer to climax the face began to become clear.
Becky.
"This is wrong," she thought but she couldn't get her out of her mind. The idea of beautiful Becky between her legs sucking her cunt was too much as she came. |