18th march 2023
KARAN'S POV
"I can understand how that could happen." I continued
"Can you not read that with me right here? Plz ...... hmm Actually," she said
she gets up from her chair and comes forward, reaching for the paper, "can I have it back, please? Aur.... What did you do? By Making a copy of it?"
"Sit!" The word comes out as a loud command.
Preeta freezes for a moment before she backs her ass toward the chair and plops down in it.
I take a calming breath before I continue. "I make copies of all of my students' work before I give them back. Aur ...As for me reading it with you sitting right here," I pause,
"we both already know what's on this paper, Ismain thum kya ...kya.. likha.... ,so you being here shouldn't make any difference."
"It sure makes a difference to me sir," she mutters, nearly too low for me to hear.
"now miss preeta thum muje yeh batho ki ....why did you wrote it in the first place.... ."
Her eyes jerk to me, and her blush renews. She lets out a nervous giggle. "I'd rather not."
"Let's do it anyway."
Again, her brown eyes fall away.
I cross my ankles and kept it above the table ....
"Do you really fantasize about authority figures often, Miss Preeta?"
"kya?" she nearly screeches, jerking her head up.
" Nahi ...of course not."
Her intense reaction almost has me smiling.
"So, it's just me then?"
I can practically see the wheels turning in the girl's head, trying and failing to find a way out of answering my question.In the end, she denies it.
"The man on that paper... vo..vo ... aaap nahi hai sir, .....that wasn't you," she says vehemently.
I arch a brow, pick the paper back up, find the spot I'm looking for, and begin reading.
"He uses the hand which has 3 arrow tattooed on it ....to trace down the center of my pelvis, not stopping until he reaches my silky...."
"Stop!" Preeta yells before I get to the really juicy part.
"Holy crap, will you just stop, please?"
Dropping the paper again, I hold my right hand up so she can clearly see the tattoo . Not that she needed the reminder.
"You want to rethink your answer to my last question? Miss preeta ..." I ask.
"Is it just me you fantasize about? Or...."
"It wasn't a fantasy." Her voice barely comes out.
"I had a dream. I always write down my dreams when I wake up."
From the look on her face, I'm not sure I believe her. Oh, I believe she had the dream, and I'm sure she wrote it down like she said. But something tells me it's more than that. She has fantasized about me and I'm sure....
The thought of that has my cock coming to life. And not for the first time in the presence of this girl.
"How old are you, Miss Preeta?" I ask out of the blue.
Her brows wrinkle in confusion, as if she doesn't quite understand my question.
"Eighteen."
Eighteen. A legal adult. Before I can stop it, my mind goes haywire with possibilities.
I shut that shit down before it can take root. Just because she's of age doesn't mean I should run my hand over her pelvis until I reach her pussy, just like she described in her paper.
It doesn't mean I should kiss down the valley of her breasts until I reach a peak and suck her nipple into my mouth. It certainly doesn't mean I should sink my cock so deep inside her she'll feel nothing but me for days.
She's my student, for fuck's sake. & She's also innocent. I can tell that just from looking at her. Despite her age and the way kids behave these days, I honestly wonder if she's even kissed a boy.
And fuck, at that thought, I can't help but want to be the first to lay my lips against hers. The first to give her any type of sexual pleasure
What in the hell is wrong with you, Karan ? Get your shit together.
Listening to the reasonable part of my brain, I get up from my perch against the desk. I need her out of this classroom before I do something stupid.
Like bend her over my desk and spank her ass for being so goddamn tempting.
I clear my throat and turn away from Preeta, pretending to shuffle some papers on my desk.
"I'm going to let it slide this time, but how about you take more care in your next assignment. I'd hate to have to call your parents in and discuss this with them."
I hear her sharp inhale of breath, but I don't turn to witness it. I can just imagine the horror on her face at the thought of her parents knowing about her little fantasy of me.
"Please don't do that," she whispers behind me.
"Then be sure you submit the right paper next time," I grunt my reply.
"Ok, Karan Sir" comes her soft reply.
We won't discuss what hearing her call me Karan sir ..does to my dick.
Because I'm still not strong enough to look at her, I keep my back to her as she gets up from the desk and gathers her things. Her shoes pad across the floor. Before she can walk out, I turn around, too damn weak to keep from looking at her one last time.
"Miss Preeta," I call and she looks at me over her shoulder.
"To answer the question you asked in your paper, I do fuck dirty." I said huskly
The only thing I see before I give her my back again, is her wide eyes and the sexy-as-fuck blush on her face.
I wait until I hear the door close before I let out a long breath. Walking around my desk, I drop down into the chair and rake my hands through my hair. I tip my head back and close my eyes.
It's a mistake, because an image of Preeta in bed pops into my mind. She's lying back against some pillows, and she has one of her hands shoved underneath her panties. She plays with herself while her thoughts are filled of me
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