She crossed her legs, the sound of nylon rubbing together crashing through the quiet room.
At least it did to him, he knew better than anyone that those legs were encased in stockings. Black stockings that came to mid thigh and ended with lacy hold up tops that gripped the silky smooth cream coloured skin beneath them. He knew because last week he had explored the leg in question. He had stroked every curve and every nuance of her finely toned legs. He knew that on the back of her knee was a sensitive spot that caused her to mew in pleasure and that it he rubbed it just right her nipples would stand out on her breasts they would darken and become hard sticking out in a perfect contrast to her creamy skin.
He hadn't been able to see her since that night they had spent together. Those long hours spent touching and feeling each other. He remembered perfectly the feel of those dark cherry lips as they slid from his helmet down to the base of his shaft. The sensation of her tongue as it licked him from balls to point and the heat of her mouth as she grasped his cock within it. He knew the way her head would bob up and down as she worked him to yet another orgasm and the look of heat in her eyes as she swallowed every last drop of his come.
It was becoming a strain to be near her. He just wanted to reach out and cup her breast as he had before. He longed to feel her hard nipples between his thumb and finger as he rolled it between them. He ached to watch her eyes go dark with passion as it overtook her body. He pined to see her face as her orgasm took and to hear the sound of her bated breath as he rammed into her the way she seemed to so love.
An entire week had passed and she had given him no sign in word or deed that she wanted to see him again. They had discussed the possibility and she had been interested but now nothing.
Xander was confused and he had to keep his feelings to himself. No one knew, of course he hadn't told anyone. But it was starting to hurt; he knew he was utterly obsessed with her now. A crush on a teacher wasn't unusual for a guy his age, practically with a teacher to damnably attractive as Miss Calendar but this was different it was returned lust, not unreturned. Well it had been anyway; perhaps she had changed her mind.
He looked up and happened to catch her eye, she had a look he didn't really understand but it wasn't disparaging or hateful it was almost hopeful, perhaps she wanted him to make the first move. He had not thought of that.
Jenny looked into the eyes that had so captivated her and plagued her of late. She was trying to resist but it was so hard. Now she had to try to teach him when all she wanted was to feel his strong arms around her, holding her as she impaled herself on his shaft. She wanted to feel the thickness of him everywhere. It was impossible to think, she was addicted and she knew it. She had tried to be good, to not encourage him or to let him know that she was still very interested in continuing their relationship, if indeed it could be called that. But here and now as she looked into his dark chocolate eyes she had to have him again. It didn't matter that she was nearly ten years his senior or for that matter his teacher. It only mattered that she once again kiss those lips and feel his hands on her skin tracing lines of fire across it.
She had to have him again so she looked into his eyes and gave a very slight nod of her head. There she had done the signal they had arranged that night. He would be at her house that night and she would have him again. No matter how wrong it seemed to others or how much it could damage both her teaching career and the task her tribe had set her.
She knew she was lost the night before. She had been led in bed alone once again and he had entered her mind. It had been just an image memory of their night together. A simple snapshot, almost like a photograph of his face the first time she had lowered herself onto his stiff cock. It was perfectly captured in her minds eye, the look of bliss and slight pain, the wonder deep within them and above all the extreme lust for her and only her. He was hers to shape and to teach to form into her perfect lover, which he almost was already. For a virgin he had made a stunning accounting of himself, with a surprisingly fast reload.
That memory had caused her to touch herself. At first she had just dragged her fingers lightly across her panties feeling the swell of her mound. She had traced a pattern on the thin material, the same pattern he had traced over her nipples in a moment of quiet reflection as they rested between bouts.
But it had launched a rush of such lust she had ended up fingering herself into a stupor and it still hadn't been enough, all because of a snapshot of memory.
She smiled slightly at his smile of recognition as he saw her signal. He and she were going to be one again.
After the bell went for class Xander found himself being dragged to the library by his red-haired friend Willow.
"Hey what's the rush?"
"Buffy, she wanted to know about the new teacher, ya know is she evil stuff like that"
"Oh, this ones cool" he remarked blandly.
Willow rolled her eyes, "Is that it, cool?"
He reply was cut off by their arrival in the library. Buffy was there looking amazing but Xander found his tastes had suddenly change to dark haired Romany looking beauties all of a sudden. He couldn't figure out why.
"So..." Buffy said
"Xander says she's 'Cool'" Willow said digging at him gently.
"Hey, what do you want from me, she's a teacher" he said having difficulty keeping his voice neutral, "She seems really nice"
"She's behind you," a smoky voice told him. Now that he came to think of it Buffy had been making frantic hand movements.
He spun around and flashed a sexy smile before replacing it with his normal goofy one, "Oh, Hi J. Miss Calendar. I was just telling my friend how great you are"
Her eyes were brimming with passion but amazingly her voice was level, "Why thank you Xander"
Willow shot her a look, "You're reputation precedes you Xan" she commented.
Jenny almost kicked herself, she hadn't read out a register or anything, so she shouldn't be able to know a student by first name so quickly.
"Yeah, detention" Xander quipped, "Me and Miss C go way back"
Willow elbowed him, "Trust you to get detention." She looked at the teacher, "What can we do for you Miss Calendar?"
"I came to see Mr Giles actually, I was told he had books, this being the library and all" Jenny said with a smirk.
Xander thought he was going to explode with the need to kiss that smirk but Giles saved him from leaping forward and carrying out his need.
He tuned out after that, thinking of that night.
"Earth To Xander" came Buffy's amused voice.
"Sorry, what?"
"Bronze tonight, us three, party?"
"Sorry no can do. I have a thing"
"I should hope so," Buffy said with a grin, "but what about clubbing?"
"Nah, I have to help my uncle Rory" Xander lied.
Buffy shot him a look; it wasn't like Xander to pass up a comment like that without getting his own in. He was acting a little strange today.
"Hey, girls night on the town then" Willow enthused.
Buffy smiled and nodded vaguely, worried about her friend, she would have to check in on him later see if he was all right.