School Fun

She slips into his office after class. Skirt short. Eyes low. He sits back and watches her. No lecture. No words. He slides two fingers across her thigh, slow, until the heat climbs. She sinks to her knees and takes him in her mouth, tongue flat, wet, working steady until he thickens. He pulls her up, turns her around, bends her over the desk. He parts her, pushes in, fucks her deep, the room quiet except for skin and breath. When he slides out, she turns, lips open, takes him back in her mouth without hesitation. He grips her hair and comes across her tongue. She swallows, stays on her knees a second longer, then stands. Class is over. The grade stays.