Mr. Simon was starting to get bolder, which Rae was all for. His hands did their work in undressing her, but as soon as he moved in to kiss her, the young teen was starting to get a lot of second thoughts. Standing there, kissing her teacher while her girlfriend was back in their room just waiting for her to come back after an innocent little talk with him. As much as a sexual being as she was, perhaps there was a little more invested in her relationship with Lauren than she thought. Little jabs of guilt turned into haymakers and crosses the longer she stayed there, her lips locked with someone else outside of her relationship.<br/><br/>At least she thought it was guilt. It could be that he simply wasn't half the kisser that Lauren was. The more often than not emotionally unavailable Rae eventually pinned it up to that fact, but wanted to get this done sooner rather than later. The teen broke away from the kiss, getting down from her tippy-toes and back onto her knees in front of Mr. Simon. She wanted to get back at his cock, but his trousers were doing more harm than good, so she went ahead and started to unbuckle, unbutton, and unpants him. Rae still made sure to make a spectacle of the whole thing, biting her lip in anticipation, pressing her breasts up against his legs, brushing up against his cock every now and then.<br/><br/>To make Mr. Simon think she was hungry for him, Rae didn't get his pants and boxers all the way down his legs before pouncing onto him with her hands and mouth. She took a firm grip of him, twisting her fists this way and that as she took the rest of his cock past her lips. She kept this up for a minute or two before pulling back, a small, thin trail of spit formed from the tip to her lips as she did so. Not wanting to make too much of a mess on herself, she went back in to clean up the mess with her tongue, giving Mr. Simon's cock a final lick before speaking.<br/><br/>"Are you going to cum for me, Mr. Simon?" Rae asked while her hands still ran the course of his manhood. The pace was much, much slower than when she started, but was very deliberate. "I want you to cum on me, on my skirt..." To be perfectly honest, Rae wasn't sure where that last bit came from, but it would really be hot to walk around campus with a cum stain that isn't stupidly obvious. She sighed at the possibilities, and if it was at all possible, her thong got a little wetter as the idea became more vivid.