Got caught
This story began when a new lecturer came to our department. The dean was incredibly happy about this event—new blood, what else. And by fate's will, the "new one" was our teacher. This young, fiery brunette with curly hair that fell in soft, shiny waves over her shoulders looked at us with her big gray eyes, which seemed to see right through you. An amazing woman. The guys and I discussed Ksenia Grigorievna—that was her name—more than once during breaks. Only Misha dared to speak about her in her presence. The class was in session, and as usual, the guys were heatedly arguing about something, already raising their voices, and the civilized
debate was turning into a circus. Then Ksyushka—as we unofficially called her—tapped the table with her slender white palm and long fingers. I had imagined more than once how those nimble, manicured fingers would slide over my excited shaft, brushing against the protruding veins, how her plump pink lips would close around my slick, shiny head, and how her dark-haired head would move up and down, accompanied by a characteristic smacking sound. Usually, it was at this point that I was overwhelmed by the strongest waves of orgasm. But it's time to return to the matter at hand, to the class.She began tapping her palm animatedly on the table and tried to calm the rowdy debaters.
"Guys, quieter, please! Let's resolve this civilly!"
And then Misha spoke up:
"Ksenia Grigorievna, how do you imagine that? Pick every second guy here right now, and you'll see their way of solving the problem 'civilly'!"—she stared at Misha with a stunned look.
After a pause, he continued: "Why are you so surprised? Don't pretend you don't know that half the group is drooling over you, and for Kostya, you're the absolute center of his fantasies! You're encouraging masturbation!"
After his tirade, two pairs of stunned eyes were fixed on Misha: mine and Ksyukha's. The others didn't find anything unusual in his words because, well, he was right. Only now, glancing around the group, I noticed Ksenia's intense gaze on me. I blushed—what else could I do? Misha really did a great job, of course, selling me out completely. How am I supposed to look Ksyukha in the eye now? I couldn't bear her piercing gray lake-like eyes and turned away. Apparently, she decided she needed to think and said we were free to go. It was the last class of the day, and everyone quickly gathered their things, emptying the room in minutes. I lingered, finding it hard to move on from what had happened. When I finally zipped up my briefcase, there was no one left in the room. Ksyusha was sitting at the table, nervously tapping a rhythm with her nails.
"I'm sorry, Ksenia Grigorievna... That was awkward."—I tried to speak firmly and seriously, but my voice came out more like a squeak.
"Konstantin, don't worry. I can see you're a good young man, and I don't judge you for... your behavior."—her words were meant to calm me, maybe too much. She wasn't looking at me and was stubbornly rummaging through some papers on her desk.
"And that's good... it's normal in this situation. You're an attractive girl with a gorgeous figure; there's nothing surprising about my group's behavior."—I tried to justify myself but didn't notice I'd said too much until she looked at me.
"Don't overstep. I am, first and foremost, your teacher." She put me in my place—harshly but effectively. With that, the conversation was over, and after saying goodbye, I left.
The week dragged on long and tediously. I kept catching Ksyusha's intense gaze on me; it was unnerving. Glancing around now and then to see if anyone else noticed her looks, I secretly gloated—no one had. Finally, the week ended, and hoping to distract myself from the oppressive thoughts that had plagued me all week, I went to a nightclub with a friend.
He literally carried Lera out of the taxi; the girl's legs were completely useless. The couple ahead of us with Nika, and I noticed streams of her juices on the inside of the girl's thighs. Andrey deftly opened the door to the house, letting us all in. He and Lera went to his room, while Nika and I settled in the guest room. I decided not to waste time, as my partner was already quite aroused and instinctively headed for the bed. Hanging my jacket with the girl's panties in the pocket on the back of a chair, I quickly took off my shirt, irritably fighting with the buttons—the last one just wouldn't give in, my hands trembling with lust disobeying. When I was ready to tear the damn thing off, it finally yielded, and I managed to get rid of the shirt. Trying to take off my pants along with my underwear on the go, I finally felt free and joined Nika, who, upon seeing my manhood, began frantically rubbing her slit. Gripping her wrists with a powerful hand, I raised them above her head, pinning them to the mattress. With my other hand pulling off her skirt, I greedily roamed my lips over Nika's neck and face. Once the skirt was off, I growled, lifted her legs onto my shoulders, and buried my lips in the girl's crotch, sucking her clit into my mouth and greedily sucking on it. The girl clenched her fists, reaching for the headboard, and whimpered pleadingly. I just smirked slyly, sliding my tongue into her wet little hole and moving it quickly, snorting with satisfaction. I couldn't take it anymore, so the next moment, I pressed my entire weight onto her thin, fragile body and thrust into her sharply to the full length. Her vagina welcomed me gladly, pleasantly gripping my shaft with muscular rings and squeezing my piston agonizingly, and I began to move. Nika whimpered and moaned, clinging to my shoulders. I increased the pace, spurred on by the frantic squelching of her wet pussy. Squeezing one of her breasts with one hand and supporting my weight with the other, I pounded her roughly and hard into her slit. Nika passionately scratched my back, leaving shallow but noticeable scratches with slight beads of blood. The slight pain excited me even more, and now the squelching was replaced by frequent slapping sounds.
Meaningful moans sounded from behind the wall, making my blood boil even more. Soon, I felt faint, tickling waves in my lower abdomen, growing stronger and clearer. After a couple of minutes, I groaned muffledly, spilling into the girl's smooth depths. The night passed in one rhythm. After releasing the initial tension, I got a hold of myself and twisted Nika as I pleased. It was still dark when we lay down to sleep, exhausted from the wild night.
I woke up before her and turned to look at Nika in the morning sunlight—and froze. In bed, lying next to me was... Ksyukha! (specially for etales.ru—.ru) I started going over the events of the past night in my head. Of course! I hadn't seen "Nika's" face when my mind began to clear; there was no light in the taxi, none in the club either, and when entering Andrey's house, they didn't turn on the lights. And with a drunk head, everything was blurry, and I didn't recognize her.
After thinking for a bit, I decided not to wake her. I got ready and went to the institute. I slept soundly through the first two classes in the back row, and by the third class—which was hers—I was fully rested and walked into the classroom briskly. Seeing her, I realized she hadn't woken up long ago. She was yawning, blinking frequently, and stretching her hands. And I decided to help her come to her senses. I approached her and, making sure no one was looking, handed her the panties I'd forgotten to give back yesterday. Ksyusha was taken aback; she looked at me fearfully and stayed silent. I broke the silence: "Good morning, Ksenia Georgievna, or maybe Nika? Did you sleep well? I see you didn't. Well, don't stress... Everything was magnificent." Glancing around, I stealthily kissed her on the cheek. She still stood there without saying a word, looking at me in amazement. When she put all the puzzle pieces together, Ksyusha turned pale and bolted out of the classroom like a bullet. She didn't return to class that day.