As she stood on the battlements of the old city, Hannah felt her smile smirk at the edges. She couldn't help it. She could feel his semen trickling out of her, gathering in her purple cotton knickers. She tried to concentrate on the map, working out how to get back to the square from here.
“Come on, MIss. It’s freezing. Which way is it to the restaurant?”
She turned and faced the group of unruly teenagers in front of her.
“Right, come on them. Anthony, you lead the way. Head down towards the church.”
She watched as Anthony grinned at her, bowed and replied, “Yes, Miss,” before turning and heading off down the steps towards the McDonalds slap bang on the edge of Wenceslas Square. She watched Anthony’s arse as he walked. She almost licked her lips as she remembered gripping it less than an hour earlier.
Her mind fought, as it had so many times before about the moral, ethical and legal dilemmas of sleeping with one of her students. None of that seemed to matter now. They were in love, she had decided. He had said so last night, and again this morning, as he pressed up against her in the tiny bathroom, his fingers curled inside her. She was sure she could hear herself squelch everytime he shoved his fingers deeper inside her.
Anthony was almost eighteen, she reasoned with herself. He wasn’t even one of her pupils. She didn’t teach him so therefore she wasn’t in a position of authority over him. She knew these were flakey arguments and people would condemn her but what did they know. As she watched him giggle and laugh with his classmates, she knew she couldn’t wait to get him into her bed.
“Come on Hannah, I don’t know about you but I could do with a coffee.”
Hannah turned and smiled at her friend and colleague Josie and together they shepherded the group of upper sixth pupils into the restaurant.
It had seemed a laugh when Josie suggested that Hannah accompany her on the School trip to Prague. Josie was bringing her A-level History class to study the effects of communism and try and get some context to the Cold War and what had occurred after the collapse of the USSR in the 1990s. Hannah had quickly agreed as the school would pay for the flight and accommodation. This was only Hannah’s second year teaching and it was her first school trip out of the country.
She had found being a teacher was harder than she had imagined. At twenty-four, she was really only a few years older than the A level Art students she taught and she found herself overstepping boundaries on more than one occasion. Whether it was because art was such a time consuming and individual process or whether it was because she allowed the students to hang out in the art rooms in between classes, she quickly found her art room had become a social hub for the alternative, quirky and creative pupils in an otherwise authoritarian secondary school.
Hannah did nothing to dissuade the pupils from hanging out there. She liked being one of the gang and apart from being the only one not in uniform, could easily have passed as a teenager. She wore her hair in plaits and liked to dress in bright multi-coloured tops and dresses, “To add a splash of colour,” she told the pupils.
She had noticed Anthony almost straight away. He called in most lunchtimes to hang out with his friend Mark. They were both in a band and Anthony, naturally was on vocals. He had charisma and Hannah found herself chatting away about music with him as Mark sat nearby, concentrating on his sculpture.
“You know, Miss Lynch,” Anthony told her one lunchtime. “We’re playing in the Rose and Crown on Friday night. You should come and watch.”
Hannah smiled and told him she would love to. Mark looked up from his sculpture and with a dismissive roll of the eyes commented, “We are only the support group. It’s no big deal.”
He shot a glance at Anthony as if he was angry with him for inviting her. Just then, Josie called in and Hannah thought no more about Mark’s reaction.
“Hannah,” Josie begged. “Would you be able to help me out. I need another teacher to accompany the 6th form on the trip to Prague next week. Do you have your passport?”
“Go on, Miss. Come with us.” Hannah glanced at Anthony as he said the words then back to Josie.
“Sure,” she grinned. “Why not?”
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Hannah wandered around the museum. She had lost interest in the history of post-war Czechoslovakia as she looked from one grainy black and white photograph to another. She had enjoyed the past few days. It had been interesting to watch the pupils out of their normal environment. She had thought Josie would have had a fit when she suggested going to the pub with them, but it had all worked out ok.
Admittedly, Anthony’s flirting had gone up a notch with every pint of Budvar he drank. She still wasn’t sure if it had been an accident or on purpose when his fingers trailed across her crotch as they passed each other in the narrow hallway. Either way, Hannah had been shocked by the reaction in her knickers and the soft almost inaudible moan that had come out of her mouth.
She didn’t know if Anthony had even heard her, he hadn’t looked back or seemed to react in any way. Hannah had sat and finished her pint as she watched him. He would look over every so often and with every glance, Hannah realised she was lusting after him. She had already visualised him naked. His cock would be slim and hard, not too big, not too small... But just how every Goldilocks liked them, just right.
“Are you a fan of the politburo, Miss Lynch?”
Without turning around, she knew Anthony would be grinning, head tilted.
“I was always more of an anarchist than a communist when I was growing up,” she sighed.
“From rule breaker to enforcer, what a come down.”
Even though she knew he was goading her, she couldn't resist rising to the bait.
“I can still break the rules, Mr. O'Donnell,” she giggled.
“Prove it.”
His whisper seemed to reverberate around the building. She felt everyone had turned to look at her.
“How?” she felt herself whisper. Her heart pounded, her tongue darted out of her mouth to moisten her lips which had suddenly felt so dry.
“Follow me,” he whispered and without a backwards glance strode across the floor to the restrooms in the far corner. Hannah glanced around but no one seemed to be giving her the slightest bit of notice so she quickly followed him through the door.
She stopped and looked around, he was hanging a ‘closed for cleaning’ sign on the door before locking it. He took the few steps necessary to take her in his arms and kissed her. She felt her defences crumble as the moisture leaked into her purple cotton panties. He lacked finesse but that didn’t matter. Right now, all Hannah could think off was that cock inside her. The frustration she had felt last night was still so raw, so needy and as he kissed her and unbuttoned her jeans.
His hand cupped her purple cotton panties. She blushed as she felt his fingers touch the wet patch in her gusset. As he kissed her, his stubble rubbing her chin, she felt his fingers inside her panties. They brushed the neat triangle of pale blonde hairs as they probed at the opening to her sex.
Her fingers gripped his ass, squeezing the firm cheeks as she kissed him. Then, copying him, her fingers opened his jeans. Her hand caressed the outline of his cock through his shorts. She heard him gasp as she unbuttoned his boxers and slipped her fingers inside.
