The Joys of Learning

[BlackAkuma]

…so it was fair to say that, perhaps, Muriel had some issues regarding her former student. This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Granted, it had never happened in such an embarrassing way before, but there had more than a few private instances where her pinning for Ms. Welsh came up, unbidden and unwanted. She had, perhaps, had a few dreams of a lewd nature, one that required nightly relief. And there was the time she paid a session wrestler to dress up in a schoolgirl outfit and put on a red wig. Not something she was particularly proud of. Maybe, just maybe, she sometimes looked up fanfictions that shipped her with Ms. Welsh and read them in private. Repeatedly.

But she had her feelings under control, could keep that fire quelched…or so she had thought, up until the second-hottest woman in a schoolgirl outfit she’d ever see decided to give her a lap dance. It brought out certain feelings, and well…

Muriel cringed and winced, as Ms. Johnson’s gaze switched from unbridled lust to seething anger. Rightfully so. She shifted against the woman’s lap, her body still instinctively seeking pleasure, but her groping hands rose up in defense. ”Okay, I know that sounds bad, but-”

Ms. Johnson didn’t give her the chance to finish her explanation, though Muriel doubted it would have made a difference, either way. She yelped as the woman yanked her hair back, pulling it with such ruthless force that the ex-teacher thought she might tear out a clump.

”Ms. Johnson, Ms. Johnson!” She hissed and reached up to vainly prise at the grip, while her face twisted and stretched. ”Leila, I’m sorry! Let go, let go!”