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I invited my friend Michelle over before my next class with Miss Morgan. I wanted her to braid my hair to make me look cute for my professor. We shot the breeze while she worked my hair into a long braid. She was being quieter than usually, which made me a little uneasy. I still had not told her about my new relationship with my professor, but I wasn’t so naive to think people don’t gossip. “Is something wrong?” I asked her as her hand pulled my hair into ropes. “Nothing. I just heard something,” she said meekly. “Heard what?” I asked frightfully. I turned a little pale because I just knew she found out somehow. Michelle is never this timid. “Did you kiss your teacher that night we went out for sushi?” She blurted out. “Oh my God,” I cried, I felt embarrassed. I hated to keep secrets from my best friend as well. My heart started to pound against my chest. “You were! Oh my God, I don’t believe it,” she said as she stopped braiding my hair. “I was going to tell you, I just didn’t want people to find out,” I replied. She started to braid my hair again like the good friend that she is. “You know you can trust me Kim, I just had no idea that you were… like that!” “I’m not a lesbian. It was just so random, that night. I didn’t know she was going to kiss me,” I whined. I nervously twitched my fingers, wondering how she found out. “What did you do when she kissed you?” Michelle asked. I groaned. “I slept with her, you don’t even know. The sex was sooo good,” I said, defending myself some. “You had sex with her?” She gasped. “She came onto me, she was incredible. I’ve never had orgasms like that before,” I told her as she finished my braid. “I can’t believe you’re a lesbian, güvenilir bahis you always dated guys,” she said. “You can’t tell ANYONE, please,” I begged her. “I won’t, you just promise to tell me next time you do something like this,” she answered. I told her I needed to take a shower so she would get out of my apartment. It felt good to tell someone about my relationship with my professor, but I still feared the backlash of people’s gossip. I dressed up cute for Miss Morgan’s class. I wore khaki shorts and a lavender tank top. I painted my nails to my top. Looking good for her empowered me, I felt a burning desire for her to accept me as her pet. I had a black wire necklace that fit tight around my neck. I hadn’t worn it since high school , but I put it on to remind my lover of the collar she put on me. Instead of impressing her by studying and being a good student, I wanted to make her wet while she lectured the class. In the classroom, I watched her reaction when she noticed me. She glowed and gave me a sly little smile. This gave me trembles deep inside me. I stared at her dreamily as she began to pass back some homework. She was wearing a conservative pantsuit that day. Her body exuded femininity and confidence. Her heels lifted her strong legs, giving her a look of authority. I gazed up her legs, thinking about the warm tunnel concealed underneath her outfit. I wondered if my cute look was making her wet at all. I know I was shuddering deep within myself. She came to me last, and as she walked away I felt her hand touch the top of my head. I felt the electricity from her hand run through my body. I flipped to the last page of my homework assignment, expecting güvenilir bahis siteleri to find another heart drawn by my professor. Instead of a heart, I found a little pair of handcuffs that she drew. I squealed quietly, thinking about our last night together. I never had a boyfriend who did anything special for me like write love letter. So getting little signs of love from Miss Morgan made me feel very special. She stood in her heels in front of the class and began to lecture. I listened to her sweet, yet commanding voice as my mind wandered. I wanted to know who saw Miss Morgan and I kissing in the park that night. Someone had to have been pretty nosy to see us. It was dark and we only kissed a couple of times before we left. I was nervous about the gossip. I started to get a little pale as I worried. I didn’t think Miss Morgan would get fired for having a relationship with me, but I knew it would not make her look very professional. Second, I was terrified that people would think I was a slut. Having such a forbidden relationship was very attractive though. It was like a Romeo and Juliet story, where our love and passion were strengthened by the taboo nature of our relationship. I waited anxiously for everyone to leave after the class ended. She beamed a smile at me as I approached her. She took my hand and squeezed it with her delicate fingers. I shuddered all over, feeling her firm grasp. “Nice necklace,” she said, looking at the tight black wire around my neck. “Thank you, you look great” I replied, feeling her release her grip on my hand. “I have to grade some tests up in my office, do you have time to come up with me?” She asked. “Yeah, I’d love to,” iddaa siteleri I answered. She took me up to her office where we locked ourselves inside together. I was dying to kiss her. She embraced me, pulling her arms around my waist. I put my arms around her neck and felt our breasts push together. Our tongues fought each other quickly in our mouths as we hugged tighter. I felt the soft flesh of her breasts flatten against mine. Her mouth had a sweet minty taste as if she sucked on peppermint candy. I kissed her mouth lovingly, wanting to taste her saliva. After we broke our kiss regretfully, Miss Morgan sat in her chair, brushing her short lustrous black hair back. I was about to sit in the other chair when I saw her pat her lap and grin at me. “Come sit, you can help me grade these quizzes,” she said with a smile. “Sure,” I replied, laughing some as I carefully sat down on her lap. She scooted the chair up and divided the stack of tests into two piles, one for me and one for her. She placed the answer key in the middle, and since they were multiple choice questions they would be pretty easy to grade. She felt so warm as she put her arms around me to start grading. I got comfortable in her lap, sitting between her arms, as I started to grade the tests. She flicked her pen quickly over the sheets, but I went slowly because I did not want to leave the comfort of her lap. We made a great team. When she finished up with her stack of tests she put her pen down and started to rub my back. I sighed, slowly grading my stack. I felt her fingers tracing up and down my back sensuously. Then she held my braid and tugged it a little. “Nice braid,” she remarked. “You like it?” I smiled and laughed, feeling it swing it against my head. “It’s sexy,” she said, making me tremble from her approval. I squirmed in her warm lap, feeling her exercise that power of domination over me. I finished grading the last quiz as she rubbed my sides.