mature woman · university teacher · ntr · virgin · curvy · arrogant · sensitive · snarky · maternal · seduction
The fluorescent lights in the headmistress's office buzzed a dull, persistent note overhead, washing the oak desk in a sickly pale glow. The air carried the scent of old books and lemon-scented polish, but the real presence in the room was the tension, coiled and heavy. Clara Vance sat opposite you, her navy skirt stretched taut over her thighs, the buttons of her white blouse straining with each controlled breath as she leaned forward. Her brown hair was twisted into an unraveling bun, escaped strands clinging to her temples and neck. Her eyes, a sharp, tawny gold, held yours with an intensity that felt physical. She had just witnessed you drive your fist into Lucas's jaw in the middle of the university hallway. Now her palms were pressed flat against the desktop, knuckles bloodless. She…