My french tutor

! 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴!

I hear my classroom door open then shut.

"You're late." I say, not looking over at who it is. No one replies, so I assume they have already sat down and continue to write basic notes on my notepad. I'm soon proven wrong when I feel the sense of someone's presence beside me. I look out the corner of my eyes, only for a pair of legs to come into view. A note is placed beside my hand and for a quick second, my eyes evert to read it before turning back to the pair of legs.

"Go sit." I say, my voice more hoarse than I expected it to be and I watch as she walks away. She's wearing a plain, black hoodie which hangs off one shoulder, while her bottom half is barely covered by a short, summer skirt. As she turns to sit, she reveals that it's a dress.

Fuck.

Summer dresses are my weakness and she knows it. I catch a glimpse of her sweet, innocent smile as I move my eyes to read the note.

Please excuse the fact Miss. Marie is late. She was at the office.

Signed,

               Mrs. P.

I rip the note up and chuck the small pieces of paper in the bin. I look back up to find the class still focusing on their work...besides Elaine.

I motion for her to open her laptop and begin her work, but she doesn't follow. I let out a rough sigh.

"Elaine, If you do not continue your work from yesterday, you will have to complete it after the end of the hour." I say, my eyes on my computer screen now. I don't bother to check whether or not she has done it, it's not my buisness anymore.

Multiple minutes go by before my students begin to hand in their work. I skim through everyone's emails to make sure enough has been done.

"Harry, mate. What is this?" I sigh, motioning towards my computer.

"Shit. Must have sent you the wrong one, sorry."

"Hurry up...If you've handed it in and I haven't called your name, you may leave." I say, scrolling onto the next assignment. Elaine.

I skim read what she's written, which is no more than ten lines, before looking up to where she's normally sat. She's not there. I look over at the door to see her flower covered arse almost walking out.

"Elaine." I say, my voice firm. Her head soon pops around the door frame.

She raises a brow at me and I motion for her to walk back in. My eyes remain on her work despite me not even bothering to read it.

"Go sit back down, get your laptop out and continue this until it is good enough."

She looks at me like I've spoken complete bollocks.

"I think it's good enough."

"I don't." I sigh.

"You never do. It's all just so I'm kept back after class." She mumbles.

I look around the room, a couple students who still have not left now stare straight back at me. I finally turn to look at Elaine, the muscles under my suit tensing.

"You have written ten lines worth of work, Elaine. If you wish, you can finish it anywhere else but my room. I do not care unless the work is not finished." I don't look anywhere else but her and she nods, twirling around and walking off to the back of the room.

I let out a deep sigh before continuing to read through the rest of the submissions.

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Just over fifteen minutes go by and the last student leaves my room except for Elaine who still sits at the back of the lecture room.

A small sorry comes from my classroom door before 2 girls walk into frame, both of them looking between me and Elaine as soon as they step foot through the door.

"Can I help?" I ask the two.

"We came for Elaine...We're meant to be going for lunch." One of them mutters, pointing to the women in question.

I look over to see her packing her things.

"Elaine? Are you done with your assignment?" I ask, not looking at the other two.

She looks back at me, her face dropping as her shoulders slump down.

"No?" I ask and she shakes her head in response. "Why are you moving then? Sit back down."

I hear her mutter something under her breath, but she's too far away for me to be able to even guess what it was she was saying.

"Sorry." One of the girls says before they both walk out and shut the door behind them.

"Have you eaten?" I ask Elaine when the random thought comes to my head. She looks up at me and nods before moving out of her seat. I raise my eyebrow at her, and she gives me a "What?" look.

"Don't get pissy at me." I sigh, watching her as she bends to look through books on my shelf. My eyes evert to the short fabric covering her arse without control and...Shit. She knows what she's doing...

I get up out of my seat and walk towards her. The corner of her mouth raises into a small smirk which is almost hidden by the way she's bent over and how her hair falls softly over her face.

I stand behind her, my cock only blocked from touching her flower covered ass by the short distance between us and my suit pants.

"What are you looking for?" I ask her, putting my hands into the pockets of my slacks.

"A microscope." She says, pulling a book out and reading the blurb.

"For what?"

"To see your microscopic dick, I think."

I roll my eyes, already being able to sense her smile.

I grab onto her hip, moving my hand further down slowly.

"You think?" I ask, giving her ass a small slap. One of her hands moves up to a shelf for balance at the same time a small moan leaves her lips.

"Hm? Answer the question, love." My voice is hoarse and rough as the words leave my lips.

"I kno-" I cut her off by slapping her arse again. The rest of her sentence is filled out by a whimper and her sweet, little noises are making blood rush to my cock.

I move closer, filling the gap between us as my dick comes into line with her ass. I bend down, taking the book from her hands and let it drop to the floor with a thud. 

"Is this what you call microscopic?" I whisper into her ear as I grind my dick against her arse. A small whimper escapes her mouth.

"N-" She struggles to speak as I grind into her again, moving my hand up her body till it finds her nipple through the soft fabric of her dress.

"I want this off." I kiss her ear as I tug on her dress. I grab onto her hip and spin her around. Her eyes are hazy but bright and she's biting onto her lower lip. I push her chin up with my other hand, using my thumb to unhook her plump lip.

"Take it off." I demand, looking her in her eyes.

She doesn't break eye contact as she slowly pushes the fabric of her dress down to her hips.

I move my eyes down her body and fuck...

She's beautiful.

I look up at her, my face level with her chest now.

"Can I?" I ask, my voice deep.

She nods, dragging her lip between her teeth.