My vision blurred for a moment, and the chatter of the students slowly faded into a distant hum.
It was her — the woman from last night.
The woman with soft brown hair and a face that looked almost angelic under the gentle glow of the hallway lights.
I could feel Meizie's quiet stare beside me, her usual liveliness replaced by silence as the woman approached — walking gracefully beside the principal. Each step echoed softly against the polished floor, matching the uneven rhythm of my heartbeat.
The principal's voice carried faintly down the corridor, breaking through the thick tension that hung between us.
"Ah, Ms. Fernandez, I see you've met our new student teacher — Ms. Klarissa C. Villafuerte."
So that was her name — Klarissa.
She smiled, and I swear, time stood still for a second. The corners of her lips curved gently, revealing the faint dimples I hadn't noticed last night. There was warmth in that smile — too warm — and it reached her eyes in a way that made my chest tighten.
"I have to go, Ms. Fernandez," Meizie said softly, her voice pulling me back to reality. She gave me a curious glance before quietly walking out of the room, leaving behind the faint scent of her perfume and the heavy silence that followed.
"So, I guess I need to go. I hope both of you get along," the principal said with a polite smile before heading toward her office, her footsteps fading down the hallway.
The room fell into silence once more.
I stood there, unable to move, my eyes fixed on Klarissa. The sunlight spilling through the window touched her hair, making it shimmer like strands of gold. My chest tightened again — that same uneasy feeling I'd been trying to ignore since this morning.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. The only sounds were the faint ticking of the wall clock and the soft rustle of papers from a nearby desk.
Then she finally broke the silence.
"Ms. Fernandez…" she said softly, her voice calm yet carrying that same tone I remembered — gentle, familiar, and disarming.
I swallowed hard, trying to compose myself.
"Yes?" I managed to say, keeping my tone as neutral as possible, though I could feel the heat creeping up my neck.
Her lips curved into a faint smile, and in that instant, everything I thought I'd left behind from last night came rushing back.
The memory of last night flickered in my mind — her voice, her warmth, the way the night blurred between us.
The silence between us now felt heavy, almost suffocating. I couldn't help but meet her eyes; they held the same unspoken recognition.
Out of nervousness, she spoke first, her voice quiet but trembling.
"About last night…" she said, glancing away shyly.
"Let's talk in my faculty room," I replied, forcing my voice to stay steady as I walked past her.
I could hear her soft footsteps behind me, hesitant yet following. Every movement she made seemed to stir the air around us, making it impossible to ignore the tension that lingered from what had happened before.
Her presence made me feel horny.
When we arrived at the faculty room, it was just the two of us.
The silence felt louder than any words we could say. The air between us grew heavy — filled with everything we weren't saying out loud.
Klarissa's eyes met mine as she quietly closed the door behind her. Her expression shifted — calm, but with something deeper hiding underneath, something unreadable.
I tried to keep my composure, but my gaze lingered on her, almost teasingly, as if daring her to speak first.
"I'm sorry about last night, Ms. Fernandez," she said, her voice a little unsteady.
I stepped closer, meeting her gaze. The air between us tightened.
"Don't call me that. It sounds too formal," I said, allowing a faint smile. "You can call me Klea."
Her lips curved into a small, hesitant smile. Even in the cool air of the room, I could sense her nervous energy—like a quiet heat that filled the space between us.
I'm hotter than it should be. I walked toward my table and spoke
I glanced at her, a hint of a smirk tugging at my lips.
"So… are you still thinking about last night?" I asked, my tone light but edged with curiosity.
She blinked, clearly caught off guard, a faint color rising to her cheeks.
"I—well… I'm not sure how to answer that," she murmured, eyes darting away.
I walked towards her, grabbing her waist as I locked the room.
"Can we do it again?" I asked, my voice low and teasing as my gaze lingered on her face.
Her lips curved into a faint, knowing smile — the kind that made my pulse quicken. I could see the heat flicker in her eyes, a mixture of hesitation and want that made the air between us feel heavy. She nodded slowly, her breath catching just a little, and that's when I realized — she did want it again.
The soft fabric of her skirt brushed against my leg as she shifted closer, the faint scent of her perfume mixing with the warmth of the room. Her polo was slightly wrinkled from earlier, one button undone, revealing the delicate line of her collarbone. Everything about her — the look in her eyes, the way her lips parted, the quiet tension building between us — told me we were both already falling back into it.
I kissed her, and to my surprise, she kissed me back. Her hands gently cupped my face, and the way she moved felt intoxicating — her kiss carried a warmth that drew me in completely. My heart raced as the air between us grew heavier, every breath filled with something I couldn't quite name but couldn't resist either.
I put my hand slowly to her Pussy and she released a small moan that made me want to fuck her even more. She moaned even more when I make my hand movement faster. She was moaning but then I stopped. I wasn't satisfied so I put my fingers inside her.
"Lea" she said softly while moaning
I looked at her directly and I was sitting my chair near us. Her moans filled the room, the way she moved her body upside down my fingers made me crave for her even more. And the moment she was about to cum.
I stopped to tease her.
"We have a class to attend to. Maybe we can make it next time," I said teasingly..
She looked at me with a smile — calm, almost too calm — and I was surprised she didn't even get mad at me for not finishing it.
But just as I turned to leave, she grabbed my wrist and whispered, her breath brushing against my ear,
"Who said we'll go to class?"..