Notes from Daddy's Desk

hecallsmekitten:

During class she would slip little notes into his desk for him to find after she was gone. Some days she just wrote “your butt looks great in those pants” or “I love the way the fabric in your sleeves strains when you lift your arm to write on the board.” Sometimes it was just a doodle.

He always thought it best just to ignore the notes. He knew that any discussion about them would have to be private, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself if they were alone. He imagined those conversations often. Telling her how very wrong a relationship between them would be. Telling her she needed to concentrate on school. Telling her that she was placing his job at risk. But she never pushed anything. Her behavior was impeccable. Her smile was a little wider for him, her eyes sparkled when they met his, but she never touched him. So, he just allowed himself to rationalize ways to let this little flirtation continue.

Then one day the note was several pages long. Written in tiny, slanting letters. He began to read, expecting some schoolgirl confession. A childish letter describing her crush. He did not expect the words he read.

It was simply the hottest piece of erotica he had ever read. It was as though she was able to read his mind or invade his dreams. She wrote of things a girl her age should not know about. She wrote of wants and needs that knotted his stomach with desire and filled his cock with blood.

His heart sank as he realized he would have to tell her to stay after class.

The next day, as everyone filed into the room, he stood at the door. As she walked past him he reached out his hand to touch her arm. That single touch was electric. He swallowed loudly and cleared his throat before he could speak. “We need to talk after class.” Her eyes shot up, meeting his. Her lip quivered at the stern tone of his voice , and he immediately felt his resolve crumble. “Nothing bad. I promise. We just need to talk…” he said in a much softer voice. She smiled slightly, almost bravely, and nodded. “Yes, sir.” she said… and his cock twitched in his pants.

He got through class. Somehow. He knew he would have to teach the same lesson again tomorrow. No one could have understood his rambling explanation of how to find the hypotenuse. Hell, he didn’t understand what he had just taught them right now

The bell rang. Books and papers were gathered. Backpacks zipped and 25 pairs of feet stomped out the door. He sat at his desk, head lowered trying to gather the strength he would need. He saw her tennis shoes beside him. “You wanted to talk, Coach?” she asked softly. He had never heard her speak so softly. He glanced up to see her brow furrowed, tears pooling in blue eyes.

He opened his mouth to tell her she had to stop… Instead he stood. His hand coming forward to cup her cheek as his mouth came down to her’s. She clung to him, meeting his kiss with an equal passion. Her breasts pressed into his chest. She whimpered….sighed…. moaned into his mouth.

“Is this what you wanted?” he said through gritted teeth. She nodded quickly.

Then he took her.

-Kitten

Wow. And …..Wow. Thank you, baby girl