Emily's body jerks as you give each nipple a quick light bite through her bra again.
"Still not going to give me a name?" you ask her and she looks away.
You move fast, letting go of her forearms, your nimble fingers quickly unfastening her slacks. She gasps, eyes wide as she grabs for your wrists and jumps back.
"NO! I'VE NEVER...," she blurts out. Her eyes go wide and her face turns read.
"Ohhhh, I see," you say, catching the meaning of what she let slip out. "That's why you didn't come to me at my bed. You've never been with another girl before."
She squirms as you caught her blurted out secret. She squirms as she holds your wrists at bay, stepping back as far as she can from you.
"But you've been tempted, haven't you?" you grin. "I saw you checking me out at the entrance and all the way over here. And all the hot girls that go to this school get you all wet and horny, but you've never done anything about it," you add in a teasing tone.
"I'd lose my job if I got caught, okay?" Emily snaps in her defence.
"You'll lose your job the second I run out into that hallway, Emily," you tell her sternly. "Don't forget that.
"Please. I... I can do things for you... get you some preferential seats for some of the events.. I...," she stammers, trying to plead with you now.
"I want the name of a teacher," you repeat. "A teacher that likes pussy."
You surprise her with your strength as you break her grip on your wrists and step forward, your fingers spread wide as you latch onto her boobs. She backs up into the wall, trapped.
"OKAY, okay... I... I'll tell you one, okay," she pleads, grabbing at your arms again, " then let me go... please?"
"That'll depend on the name," you grin, "and let go of my arms."
Emily slowly lets go, breathing heavily as you squeeze her boobs firmly and step closer, your tits almost against hers.
"There's... Mrs. Ramirez," she says after a few moments of licking her lips nervously.
"What does she teach and how do you know?" you ask, grinning as you pinch her nipples, making her gasp.
"She teaches... Spanish. she lives off campus, but stays at one of the guest cottages sometimes and does some... private tutoring," she tells you.
"But it's more than just tutoring, isn't it?" you ask as you moisten your lips.
"If anyone finds out you heard it from me, I'll get fired," she whines. "Let me go now, please? I told you a name."
"Yes you did," you nod and squeeze her boobs again. "Only one problem."
"What... problem?" she asks in surprise.
"I'm not taking Spanish, so it doesn't help me," you grin.
Your hands suddenly drop and grab at her loosened slacks, pulling at them. Emily gasps as she hears the zipper and makes a grab for your wrists, but you're too fast for her. You push them down, and as you slap one of her hands away, scoop your right hand between her legs. She rises up onto her tiptoes to try to get away, but you keep your hand in place, cupping her pussy in your palm. Emily's eyes are wide, her face red and mouth open as she looks down and grabs at your arm with both hands.
"I TOLD YOU TO LET GO!" you snap at her and slap at her hands with your free hand. "IF I HAVE TO SAY THAT AGAIN, I'LL BE OUT IN THE HALLWAY. UNDERSTAND?"
"Please... don't do this," she pleads as she squirms against the wall,her hands still on your arm, but her grip looser.
"Another name," you demand, "One I can use this time. Now LET...GO!" you snap again and grab each of her hands and pry it from your arm.
"What... what classes are you... taking?" she gasps.
"Telling would take all the fun out of it," you grin. "I'll let you know when I hear one." With your free hand, you undo the last button of her blouse and push it open so you can see your hand cupped over her pantie covered pussy. "Feels like a fat pair of pussy lips. Yum," you smirk and lick your lips as you give her pussy a squeeze."
Emily looks away, her face flushed, brows furrowed as she thinks of another name.
"Are... are you taking... English?" she gasps as you wiggle your fingers against her panties.
"Maybe," you answer. You're taking English Lit, but you're not going to tell her that.
"There's... Ms Parker in... English Lit. She... she's a widow," Emily says with a gulp.
"One more," you prod and slide your free hand up to squeeze her boobs. You can feel the front of her panties getting damp as you rub her pussy.
"Oh God... there's... there's...," she pants, trying to think. "There's... Mrs Van Dussen in... Chemistry. Her... her husband is... impotent."
You smile as you're taking that class too. Emily breathes heavily as you ease your hand out from between her soft thighs.
"That wasn't so hard now, was it?" you grin, giving her tit a rub and a squeeze.
"I can go now then?" she asks, "Thank God," she mutters under her breath as she starts to bend over to pull up her slacks.
"Not yet," you tell her with a smile and she straightens up, a look of shock on her face.
"But... but I told you..." she gasps.
"I know. And I'm going to thank you by letting you finally know what it's like being with another girl," you tell her and lick your lips as you look up and down her lush body.
Emily's face turns red and she grabs her blouse and pulls it closed to cover herself, shaking her head and pleading no.
"You've been in my room for a while now," you say smugly. " Makes it look even worse for you if I say anything now, doesn't it? Now go over to my bed. Feeling you up's got my pussy all hot and wet.
She stares at you, her eyes pleading.
"I said... NOW!" you command and turn sideways, pointing to your bed.
Emily's shoulders slump and she starts to sob quietly as she slowly walks to your bed. You lick your lips as you watch the roll of her sexy ass.
"Don't you worry Emily, you won't be crying for long once I get you worked up," you say to yourself as you follow her.
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