Rae sighed softly as she watched her girlfriend leave the room. What a find Lauren was. A girl, so neat and proper on the outside, but a saucy little minx whenever you so much as looked at her in the right way. The one thing that Rae would never get tired of is that she can't find Lauren anything else but cute - even when she was naked, covered in sweat, begging to have her brains fucked out. Still watching as her girlfriend rounded the desks, Rae bit her bottom lip, when the blonde appeared to shy away from Mr. Simon and then hurriedly made her way out of the room. '<em>She's all mine...</em>'<br/><br/>Returning to the task at hand, Rae stepped off her perch and headed towards the door, slowly. "You know, Mr. Simon..." she started, talking as if she was putting deep, careful thought into each and every word. "There are a lot of men that would beg to be in a position like yours." The brunette reached the heavy wooden door. She glanced out into the halls, looking both ways before stepping back into the room. With a spin on a heel, Rae turned to look at her Creative Writing teacher, stepping backwards until her black flats couldn't shuffle along the ground anymore - the door had closed.<br/><br/>"Sure, teaching's one thing, but when it's a bunch of girls... all coming into their own... learning more and more about their bodies with each passing day..." Rae's voice was starting to turn to one that she would use with Lauren, provocative and luring, driving Mr. Simon to follow along with her train of thought. She poke as she again crossed the room to the windows, passing by her teacher without letting her gaze fall away from him.<br/><br/>"But... what if there was something that they couldn't just learn on their own? Something that had to be taught to them. First hand." The young girl had made her way to the curtains at the far end of the room, speaking in the silence that came between each draw of the cords. "What an idea, huh? A room full of innocent girls and a well seasoned male in a position of authority. How could the twelve of them say no?" Rae moved on to close all the curtains up until the last by Mr. Simon's desk. "How could Sarah say no?" She punctuated with the final pull to black out the room from the outside.<br/><br/>Now, Rae had imagined this very differently in her mind. The closing of the door was a must, since she didn't really want any one idly walking by hearing her accuse a professor of writing smut (Who does that, honestly?). The curtains was something she thought would be a good idea in case things got a little animated in the off chance that she was wrong. Now, though, as she leaned against the window, facing Mr. Simon, after all that she had done with Lauren, her mind was clouded with lust. She thought back to all those stories she read, picking out the ones that took place in a classroom, all the ones starring who she thought was herself toying with the other girls and him alike. It wasn't a good idea to go down this road, mainly because she still didn't know if she was right, but also because the only end result she could imagine was her riding her teacher into tomorrow.<br/><br/>"You're such a good writer, Mr. Simon," Rae finally said after side thought. "I really don't think I would ever just bend over your desk, though..."