STEPHANIE<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Don’t worry about Kevin telling his parents. I’m sure after his ass is nice and striped during our first session, he’ll think twice about trying to get me in trouble. And the Daily Examiner? I think a few compromising pictures will keep Kevin nice and quiet. After all, he wouldn’t want to ruin his academic career when if his Headmistress accuses him of sexual assault. What would the entire town think?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>I nodded,<strong>"It sounds like you've been planning this for some time. Are you being honest with me my love? Have you really only just found this paper and cooked this plan up? Or have you been lusting after some boy-meat for a while now?"</strong>We'd not talked about it. We<em>had</em>talked often of getting a sub to live with us. Ostensibly, and as far as the town would know, she'd be a maid and live-in help, but of course the uniform would be much too saucy and the things she got made to do after she'd finished the laundry and the dusting wouldn't be stuff we'd want the town knowing about... hence why we'd never successfully found a suitable toy. Small town. Big ears. Wagging tongues. It could seriously mess up Porter.<br/><br/>It wasn't through want of trying, it was just an issue of being realistic about it.<br/><br/>Then again... a student we could effectively blackmail into silence. She - or in this case<em>he</em>it seemed Nat was sure of that - would be available for fun any day and every day at school and having him come to her office after classes would be possible and even, should he attend at the house one evening - even that wasn't unduly unrealistic.<br/><br/>So... not a live in 24/7 toy but one who was simply available when we needed him. It was not my ideal solution but it<em>was</em>an idea. It was just the whole teacher/student deal that made me nervous.<br/><br/>Nat responded to my gentle frigging by making suitably encouraging shudders and popped open my jacket and slid a hand down inside my bra. She found my nipple (which let's face it is hardly difficult) and began to none-too-gently roll and pinch it. I let my eyes flutter closed momentarily, my breath jetting out of my nostrils such that they flared. I have tremendously sensitive nipples and they get ridiculously hard and swollen very easily. Its totally dangerous to go without a bra. I mean I'm firm enough, but the slightest cold or the slightest arousal and<em>SPOINGG!</em>out they go. I take the girls swim classes and even they comment; it'd be fatal if I tried to take the boys swimming.<br/><br/>Another kiss followed and when it finished I could hear my breath rasping and feel the warm glow of arousal between my thighs. True to form my nipple studded up under her touch.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It sounds like you’re being a little more open than I thought. I think an interview sounds nice. You, me, and the boy…alone in my office. But yes, let’s do a little digging first. I’m sure you’ll be able to tell me quite a bit about your student."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"It's a plan then. And as for a little digging..."</strong>I did so with my finger, lifting it from her soft groove and circling the nail scratchily around and around her buried treasure...<strong>"Shall I dig here? Also, just so you know... if this is a race, I think I can get you to the finish line with my finger faster than you'll get me there with your hand."</strong>