You smile inwardly as you feel her pale hand touch lightly on your shoulder.
"Well..." you mumble..eyes cast downward. "Actually..things arent too good at home right now..."
Mrs.Moffat's face softens more and she rubs your shoulder lightly as she stands before you. Nice acting! You congratulate yourself and continue...
"My parents have been having problems lately...." you look up at her and almost break out into a fit of laughter. Her eyes are the softest you have ever seen them and she almost looks human as she's taken in by your fine theatrics.
"Problems.....?" Mrs.Moffat prompts.
"Yeah..." you mumble, hanging your head under her gaze andletting your eyes drift slowly down her body as you do. She's wearing a plain white blouse which is fairly loose fitting, loose enough that it does nothing for her. She looks slim and fairly well endowed and where her blouse tucks into her grey skirt it is pressed tight against what looks to be a trim stomach. The rest of her is cut off by your desk but you imagine her pantie hose covered legs anyway. She is so close to you, standing with her body resting lightly against the other side of your desk.
"Are you okay?" Her voice comes from above you.
"Yeah" you glance briefly up at her concerned face as you are snapped from your reverie.
"Let me just sit down." Mrs.Moffat walks in her brisk, stiff manner around the row of desks, the tight bun of hair at the top of her head bobbing slightly. She comes around and smiles re-assuringly at you pulling out a chair and seating herself right beside you.
Damn, you never would have known that this young, cold woman had such a warm and caring side.
She looks across at you, afew whisps of dark hair escaping the evil clutches of her bun and draping lightly over her glasses and cheeks. Her face is pale but her pink lips smile at you. "Go on."
"Well," you begin, deciding it's time to really ham this up. "I've always looked up to my parents but lately they've always been fighting..and..the other night...I..."
You stumble over the words and choke up, sobbing and burying your face down into your hands. As you try to squeeze some tears out you hunch over the desk and make your shoulders shudder. No sooner have you slumped down over your desk than you feel her hand on your shoulder again. As you lay there buried down in your hands on the desk sherubs you. Both her hands are on you know..one resting on your shoulder and rubbing warmly back and forth and the other runs in wide soft circles over your back. You hear her sigh compassionately and you choke out some more desperate sobs.
Suddenly you feel her arms wrap around you and she draws you across from the desk and pulls your face to the top of her chest. You let your body follow her comforting embrace and find your face pressed tight against the neck of her blouse, Mrs. Moffats arms wrapped around your neck and shoulders, hugging you to her. You tentatively slide your arms around her waist and hold her back, continuing to sob pathetically.
She makes soft coo-ing noises and you revel in the warmth of her pressed up against you. Your teachers neck smells slightly of soap, of a natural freshness. You can feel the rhythmic thumping of a vein in her neck, pumping against your forehead as she hugs you tight to her.
You find yourself getting aroused and hoping for more.... |