Summary: Principal Weems invites the Reader to her office for wine, with other ideas in mind.
Warnings: Alcohol, teasing, principal x teacher (18+), age gap, fingering, lots of smut
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"How's the wine, darling?" Larissa's sultry voice snapped you back into reality as you raised your glass to your lips, almost-mechanically taking a sip.
"It's good," you smiled up at the tall blonde as you remained seated a few feet away from the warmth of the fireplace. Larissa was watching you with curious eyes. She leaned back against the wall, a mere foot to the left of the glowing fire, "Thank you, Principal Weems."
"Oh please, [y/n]," the blonde started, playfully rolling her eyes, "Call me Larissa. The formalities are unnecessary."
A rosy blush formed on your cheeks as you nodded in understanding, eyes darting down to the polished rim of your wine glass.
You weren't sure whether it was the wine making you so flustered or the fact that Larissa was being so informal with you tonight. Maybe it was the way that the tall woman was pressed against the cool wall; one arm crossed, the other holding her glass.
She had abandoned her heels long ago after you had been invited in for a 'teachers bonding' evening, along with the matching blazer to her skirt. All that covered the woman now, was her white button up, black pencil skirt and nude stockings. Every so often, Larissa would wedge one foot behind her, resting it on the wall. Her skirt would ride up, and you'd be welcomed with the teasing sight of the beige lace hold-ups that wrapped around her thighs.
It was easy for you to admit to yourself that you were attracted to the woman that stood before you. The thoughts that swarmed your mind whenever you braved to look up and make eye contact with her, were beyond inappropriate, and you were happy to blame that on the empty wine glass in between your fingers for now.
Not that you hadn't thought about her like this before — of course you had. But this was the first time you had Larissa completely to yourself. No distractions, no interruptions. Just you both. Alone. Bonding.
A long, breathy sigh broke you out of your thoughts, as you looked up to see Larissa set her wine glass down onto the ledge of the fireplace.
"It's getting quite warm in here. Don't you think so, darling?" The blonde furrowed her eyebrows innocently as she brought her fingers to the top button of her white shirt.
Your mouth fell open in disbelief. If you weren't so focused on Larissa's slow movements, you would've noticed her red lips curl at the corners.
"Y-Yeah," you were quick to recover as you swallowed hard, watching as the principal loosened the first four buttons of her shirt.
Your mind was foggy, spinning even, as you felt blood rush to your cheeks, watching as Larissa began walking to her desk with a swing to her hips. She picked up the half-full bottle of wine that rested on the wood of her desk, and brought it over to where you were sitting.
"Oh dear, let me refill this for you," Larissa looked down at your empty glass which you carefully lifted up.
You quietly thanked her as she situated a hand on the back of your chair, her other hand gently beginning to pour the scarlet liquid towards your hand.
The blonde towered over you, bending down slightly as to not spill a drop. Or so, that's what you thought. Up until her nearly-unbuttoned shirt caught your eye and you realised you had full view of her chest. The lace that cloaked her chest was a cherry red, matching the shade of her full lips. Which almost matched the shade of your cheeks and the tip of your ears as a heat flushed over you.
Larissa must've known what she was doing. The smirk that played on her lips was all too obvious. And as she lifted up and made her way opposite to you, ridding her hands of the bottle that had been occupying them, you let out a deep, shaky breath, hoping she wouldn't notice.
By the time you felt like you could breathe normally again, the tall blonde was relaxed against a chair beside you, wine glass back in hand as she took her time with the sweet beverage.
"So," you cleared your throat, praying that your voice wouldn't fail you now, "Did you wish to speak to me about anything in particular? I know I haven't been here long, but I truly feel at home here. And when I heard you wanted to speak with me, I worried that maybe you had an issue with my teaching?"
"Oh, darling," Larissa smiled kindly. She sat up straight and scooted closer towards you, resting a warm hand on your knee, "You have nothing to worry about. In fact, I have nothing but praise for you."
"Oh."
"I just wanted to make sure you're settling in. Plus, we haven't had quite enough time to speak properly without interruptions, don't you agree?"
You nodded, biting your lip as you felt Larissa's hand move upward, slowly drawing circles along your thigh.
"In fact," the blonde paused, setting her drink down onto the floor as her hand remained a comforting touch on your skin, "I was hoping I'd get to show you my appreciation for your work here."
"Y-Your appreciation?" You furrowed your eyebrows softly, ignoring the excitement fizzing in your lower stomach.
"Please, [y/n], let's stop the innocent act, darling. I know what you think about when you're looking at me," Larissa's hand wandered closer and closer towards your aching pussy. So close, you could've sworn you felt her fingers brush past your clit in a teasing touch. "Let's not lie to ourselves."
"I—," your breathing had rapidly increased in response to her touches. However, you couldn't bare to admit you felt this way about your boss. "I don't know what you're talking about, Principal Weems."
"Hm," Larissa hummed in faux disapproval, a stern-yet-nonchalant look washing over her face as her fingers descended back down towards your knee.
"Wait—" Setting your glass down onto the side table with one hand, your other hand grabbed onto Larissa's in urge, "Please."
Ruby lips turned upwards as the tall blonde raised an eyebrow at you, "What is it, darling?" Her hand stubbornly stilled, waiting for you to redeem yourself.
A whine escaped your throat before you could even register it as with every passing second, you felt more and more desperate for Larissa's touch. She was right.
"You were right," thoughts spoken out loud, you bit your lip in anticipation and nerves, "I-I'm attracted to you, Larissa. You're beautiful. You—" before you could finish, the red-lipped blonde had grasped a fistful of your shirt and pulled you up off the soft surface you had been nested in, and onto her lap in a desperate kiss.
You straddled her lap, your own skirt riding up as you did so, exposing your white lace panties. Larissa was too busy to see the pretty sight, but she didn't take long to notice them as her hands began wandering, touching you, really feeling you properly for the first time. The older woman didn't think she could ever get enough of you, even as she was tasting you. It wasn't enough.
You began running out of breath, just as Larissa pulled away, her fingers running along the length of your wet, clothed pussy. "Can I, darling?" She panted, and you knew what she meant.
An enthusiastic nod shook you, chest heaving rapidly as you steadied yourself with your hands twisted into Larissa's white shirt-covered shoulders. You couldn't believe she wanted you as much as you had craved her.
Guttural moans flooded your ears as the tall blonde moved your panties to the side with one hand, her other gripping your waist in a possessive squeeze. Almost like she was worried you'd run away any moment.
"Fuck, [y/n]," Larissa bit her swollen bottom lip as she allowed her fingers to glide through the slickness between your legs. "Is this all mine, darling? All for me?"
"Y-Yes, all of it, please," you moaned in reply, nodding once again.
"So polite," Larissa cockily smirked as you suddenly felt her fingers leave your heat. You watched as she raised her long, soaked fingers to her lips, and your hips bucked the second she wrapped her rosy lips around them.
"You're teasing," you whined and Larissa couldn't help but chuckle, slowly licking her fingers clean before pulling them away from her hot mouth and guiding them back down your body.
"And you taste divine..." the older woman spoke breathlessly. "I'll make it up to you, darling. Patience."
Her fingers were back inside of your soft panties within seconds; this time making smooth work of collecting your wetness before relieving the ache that was beginning to build up. As relief flooded your body, your eyes closed in satisfaction, mouth falling open into a small 'o'. Your shoulders slacked, the grip on Larissa's shoulders tightening in sync with her fingers quickening as she played with your body expertly.
You were lucky it was after 7pm, meaning school and after-school clubs had ended hours ago. Otherwise, you would've been in deep trouble with the students and teachers — God knows how you'd ever explain the noises coming from Larissa's office right now.
"So desperate," Larissa tutted, tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth as she watched you unravel, your orgasm quickly building, "So perfect."
Whines, gasps and moans couldn't help but desperately fall from your lips as you began riding against Larissa's fingers. The principal had half the mind to pull away, to keep you on edge a little, to stop just so she can start all over again and experience this a little longer. She didn't want this to ever end.
You were a heavenly sight for her; skirt flipped up, neck flushed with pink, hair disheveled, face contorted in pleasure. The sounds you were making had her bucking her own hips in need.
"Do you want to cum for me, baby?" Larissa panted, fingers circling your clit at double speed.
Keeping your eyes open was impossible. All you could offer in that moment was a long string of pleads and whines. Larissa wanted to make you ask for it properly, though she figured it'd be quite cruel of her to do so on your first time together, so she just hummed in response and pressed her coloured lips to your neck, trailing them down your chest in a sequence of kisses, licks and bites, "Cum for me, darling."
That was all you needed to be pushed over the edge, riding your orgasms out on Larissa's hand as your body twitched and jerked with pleasure.
"Good girl, such a good girl," Larissa mumbled sweet praises against your hot skin as she slowly eased up with her skilled fingers.
As your body shook with the last few jolts of pleasure, you opened your eyes to the delicious sight of Larissa looking completely turned on and flustered. Her dark eyes met yours and told you everything you needed to know. And somehow, you were even more turned on now that you had been minutes ago.