Teacher - Voyeur

Hanna

After leaving the room, we grabbed another drink and talked about work, which was insane after what we’d done. But somehow, it didn’t feel weird at all.

We laughed like the friends we were. We laughed like we hadn’t just gotten off in front of each other, like he hadn’t just had his fingers buried in my pussy. Like he hadn’t just given me my first real orgasm.

Lying in bed later, my body still ached. Heat still simmered along my flesh like it never had before. I rubbed my thighs together and giggled at the pure joy that flooded me when the ache grew, spreading up my chest and pebbling my nipples.

Hesitating in fear of having another failure, I said fuck it and slid my hand under the covers. The other grazed my breast over my shirt, and I sucked in a harsh breath at the electric current it sent to my core.

Slowly, I slipped my fingers beneath my underwear and between my folds, gasping as they grazed across my sensitive clit. I couldn’t remember ever being so wet. Was this what Daniel had felt when he’d touched me earlier?

That thought had a whole new wave of heat washing over me. Sweat gathered at my brow, and I pushed against my opening before moving back up and circling. I already stood on the edge of the cliff, ready to fall. I’d never been this close on my own.

Desperate to hold tight and determined to make it happen, I pinched my eyes closed and tried to picture the couple performing. Instead, all I saw was Daniel’s long fingers, roughly gripping his thick length and stroking up and down. I saw his thumb swiping across the swollen head of his cock on each pass. I saw his jaw clench, and his grip grow tighter, his arm moving faster. God, he’d been beautiful. I never thought I’d ever consider a penis anything but a weapon, but I’d watched Daniel, enraptured and captivated, my muscles aching from holding back to touch him myself.

My fingers moved faster and faster. I dug my heels into the mattress and swallowed, trying to get moisture back in my mouth.

Guilt poked at my pleasure that I was fantasizing about Daniel as I played with myself, but then I remembered his deep groan that had rumbled from his chest. I remembered the way his eyes watched between my legs, only sliding closed at the last minute before his cum shot out. He hadn’t even cared that it landed on his shirt and neck, he’d been so lost in his pleasure.

And just like that, I fell. Waves of ecstasy spread from my core over my body, bringing my skin to life. My lips fell open, freeing moans of pleasure I hadn’t even known I was capable of.

My chest heaved as I slowly pulled my fingers from between my legs. My moans changed to giddy laughter that bubbled out.

I’d come.

I’d made myself come.

I orgasmed and hadn’t got lost in a nightmare.

More laughter of joy that had tears slipping down my temples.

Guilt lingered that I’d thought of Daniel, but I was too happy to give it any merit.

Besides, we were friends. This was what we wanted. I couldn’t help but think he wouldn’t care. He’d probably be happy for me.

12

Hanna

Walking into the lunchroom, my steps faltered when I came face-to-face with Sean’s broad back. Before I could backtrack, he turned, catching me frozen in the doorway. “Hey, Hanna.”

“Hey, Sean,” I said lamely, forcing my feet to move deeper into the room.

“Grabbing a late lunch?”

“Yeah. A meeting ran long.” I rolled my eyes and grabbed my yogurt out of the fridge.

“Hate when that happens.”

He leaned his back against the counter and crossed his feet at the ankles, cradling a container of watermelon. An awkward silence filled the room and pressed on me, urging me to say anything.

“Oh, watermelon. I love watermelon.” I think I smiled. I couldn’t tell when my inner self was cringing hard. To make matters worse, I continued. “You know, the great thing about math if you love watermelons is that it’s the only place you can buy forty-nine watermelons, and no one wonders why.”

Sean’s eyes warmed, and his lips stretched into a smile, but the more I talked about watermelons, the more the crease between his brows grew. His confusion, rather than making me stop, only pushed me to explain.

“You know because math problems in school…they always had truckloads of watermelons.”

“Yeah.” He nodded, smiling harder. “I get it.”

At no point did he ever look like he was laughing at me. I hoped he found my awkward math jokes charming and endearing. He definitely didn’t appear to be judging me, but maybe he was just really good at hiding his reactions because despite having got the joke, he still didn’t respond, and the silence stretched on again.