DISCLAIMER: I do not own BLEACH or any of its characters

A story rated M for LEMON Explicit LEMON

A/N sorry for the delay on this story. It started as just a one shot then I wanted to write more about them sneaking around school. So here's what we have. I'm posting it start to finish so no more waiting.

Kisuke Urahara is Karakura High School teacher, he's given the popular, beautiful and seemingly untouchable Yoruichi Shihouin a lewd and sexy ultimatium. AU OOC

A/N p.s.-So I wrote Hands On back last spring. Didn't finally finish it until this Jan. Then I had a teacher student themed request from DeviantHollow that's coming up its called Illicit Teacher- ichixruki. Already four chapters in beta so it'll be good but that got me thinking about another teacher student themed story, so there will be another story coming out called Bukkake Academy… yeah.. Now each story will be more risqué and erotic than the last. (Yes, its possible)So this little note is just to let you be aware of the next two volumes, in this Erotic Education Trilogy.

Erotic Education Trilogy: Vol. 1 HANDS ON

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"I'm going to be late, Soi Fon."

"I don't like this." the petite woman said bitterly, shaking her head. The long braids emerging from under the short bob cut of her jet black hair, swayed back and forth on the back of her knees. Her small breasts stood proudly against the white button up shirt she was wearing. Her sleek tailroed black pants made her 4'11" stature seem much taller. Her face, with soft bird like features would seem sweet except for her perpetual scowl.

"You say that every morning, Soi Fon and every evening I'm at school waiting for you." the slender high school girl replied nonchalantly, pulling back her long thick violet hair into a ponytail then fussing with her bangs.

"Waiting for that fat pig, who without fail misses the turn off." Soi Fon glared at Omaeda, who looked over his shoulder as if he was wondering who Soi Fon was talking about. He was almost twice the height of Soi Fon, and four times as wide. He enjoyed his position as the young heiress' driver and showed off his station in lots of gaudy gold jewelry around his neck and wrist.

They were on the second floor of the lavishly appointed penthouse. The whole space was used as the young heiress's living space with its own kitchen, living and dining area and her own private elevator which she rarely used. Her windows in her living room faced the east so that she caught the first rays of the morning sun. It was also why Yoruichi was glad her bedroom windows faced the west, she loved to sleep in whenever possible which wasn't every often.

"My point, Soi Fon," Yoruichi continued putting on her school uniform jacket and picking up her books. "is that everything will be ok, as normal."

"I don't like you riding that crowded filthy subway."

"Crowded yes. Filthy no, I'm going."

"Yoruichi-sama." Soi Fon's eyes pleaded. It was all she could do not to shake some sense into the young beautiful heiress. Yoruichi cocked her head to the side and Soi Fon moved from her defensive stance of the front door to the penthouse.

The young girl bounded out of the door of her apartment. And to the private elevator the one her father and mother used hoping to get a glimpse of them, which wasn't likely either.

"Yoruichi! Yoruichi!"

"Hey!" she waved to her waiting friends running carelessly, yet effortlessly through traffic, across the street then looking back at the Four Maples Tower and waving up at the top floor, then blew a kiss to her bodyguard who she knew was cringing.

Yoruichi disappeared into the subway with her school friends breathing a sigh of relief. Every day it was like this. She only asked to be able to go to school like her friends instead of in her huge ostentatious limo, and Soi Fon gave her grief each time.

The tall brown radiant high school junior beamed as talked with her friends. She was well liked and it had taken her these last two semesters to begin to be treated like any other student. Though her friend Lisa Yadoumaru said she didn't see the reason she'd want that.

Every school she had been too she was the odd person out mostly because of the position and wealth of her family. But Karakura-cho had proven to be very different on many levels.

She always loved school, and her first semester was rough and a bit lonely, but this semester had turned out to be very enjoyable and she was eager to get to school.

The minute she stepped on the train her skin on fire, beginning to prickle with salacious excitement. The jostling bodies crammed around her didn't help. She was getting turned on.

Damn him.

She tried to scan the train car without Lisa noticing.

Suddenly her skin flushed. A large powerful hand cupped her ass cheek. She wanted to scream out but looked to her right. A tall man in a green and white bucket hat had moved close to her .

"GET..."

The man turned around to reveal his deep gray smiling eyes.

Her heart fluttered, her stomach feeling lighter than air.

Urahara-sensei. She hated him, rather hated that he took foolish risks like this. He was so crazy, bold, charming and perverted... couldn't he wait?

Kisuke looked over at her seductively his hands slowly circling on her bottom; kneading her warm flesh as he did, feeling the soft cotton of her underwear. His heart pounding seeing some other students from his very class in arms reach. A salacious thrill rushed through him.

Yoruichi swallowed hard her heart pounding faster. She looked back at Lisa who was talking to herself, playing on her phone.

Yoruichi felt Urahara move closer to her. Warmth swelled in her body, she squeezed her legs together at the now all too familiar tickle and flood in her panties. Charges of excitement flowing through her as Kisuke's hands became more insistent, pulling at the soft cotton fabric. What was he doing? Right on the train, with all these people.

Kisuke was looking straight ahead, but she could see the wicked smile curled on his lips when she looked up at him.

Yoruichi's adjusted the tie of her uniform. Her swelling breasts and pert nipples began to rub against her bra. The increasingly harden nubs were beginning to ache a little. She wanted to rub, them soothe them, better yet she wanted him to do it. And that's why she hated him. He made her want it. He made her a pervert, too. He was driving her crazy.

Kisuke could see his prey shaking with need. Oh, the things he wanted to do to her right then and there. And he would later, when they had a quiet moment . Maybe he would send her to make copies or get supplies and he would take her in the supply closet.

His cock lurched in his pants as another shudder of lewd delight raced through him. He had never wanted it to be like this. He was her teacher for Heaven's sake.

He had been the school science teacher and was given his own homeroom in his first year. A feat few had accomplished, he was a genius and the kids loved him.

He hardly looked older than the other students(or acted any older either) and had been hit on by several attractive female students, who thought he was a new student in school. He had been flattered and definitely turned on but nothing more.

Principle Kyouraku had wished him good luck on his first day. Kisuke welcomed the challenge.

Adding to his daily dilemma to fight against erections, the female school uniforms were made to turn men on. The tight white button up shirts, small black ribbon at the neck.

The girls also wore short black shrugs like jackets with stripes at the cuffs and a flap in the back, like on a sailor uniform. The short black pleated skirts that just hung below the gorgeous tight bottoms they covered were topped of by black thigh high stockings.

The school uniform designer had to be a Hentai, Kisuke thought, but he didn't care. Eye candy abounded. And he we to sleep after jacking off several times every night.

It started out so in innocently, from his own weaknesses but it was innocent. He allowed himself to look and fantasize from a safe distance. He was so charming, and they all love it. The attention, the clumsy attempts at flirting.. The girls never minded when he'd watch them, his mouth slightly open a smile spreading on his face. Watching with admiration and veiled lust, the various shapes and sizes bouncing down the hall. The innocent staring, the charming pervert act. Accidentally brushing against students and sexy teachers alike. Dropping his books, glancing up skirts, wanting to reach out and touch the long silky legs. Smell the beautiful shades of silken hair. A paradise.

Though all the beautiful girls were tempting and some very willing(others too willing) he had kept his hands off the candy, so to speak. Taking care not to get to transfixed by how any one of them moved. Keep his distance mentally, emotionally, definitely sexually.

Things had seemed so simple, but now things were quite different. His friends had told him that the beautiful high school girls would be his undoing, he had sworn up and down that would not be he case.

Then last semester she came, the young princess Shihouin, daughter to the Shihouin Industries tycoon, a new student at Karakura high school. Within 5 minutes of meeting her, looking at him with her large beautiful hypnotic golden eyes, it was all over. He lost his train of thought and simply, easily completely fallen in love with his 17-year-old student.

He was afraid that he may have some high school rival for her attention but she was intimidating to many of her male classmates because of her family name though in reality she was very down to earth, amiable and funny. But her intensity and drive for perfection scared the boys her own age. The 22-year-old student teacher Kisuke on the other hand was intrigued and a little obsessed.

He looked over seeing his own form of kryptonite, Yoruichi Shihouin, trying not to show she was being affected by his invading fingers as they slipped between her subtly parted legs and began to gently rub the growing wet spot on her panties.

She was beautiful, smart, kind, funny and incredibly sexy. Her seductive young body was made for her school uniform. Her firm high perched breasts that he could barely contain himself from trying to grab. She left the collar and a few buttons of her shirt open as not to appear too stuffy. He looked over the full mounds heaving in her tight uniform shirt, wanting to have each long hard nipple in his mouth again. He licked his lips, drool coming from the corners.

Her sexy come hither golden eyes and her luscious full lips that begged to be kissed.

He knew from the day he first saw her he had to have her. But everyday he talked himself out of it, thinking of what it would do to his career. What her family could have done to him. But he couldn't get her out of his mind, no matter how hard he tried.

The winter break came, two weeks of not being able to see her, hear her. Constantly thinking that she would start dating some awful jock. He almost went mad.

When he saw her again, he had made up his mind. He would have her, no matter what it took.

Now here he was on the train molesting his student. The perverse thrill of taking her that day, each day, each time he took her. Others at arm's length or ear shot. His captive princess lover.

He bent close to her breathing in her scent. An intoxicating scent, even stronger than the first time he was able to stand so close and fearlessly to her.

Yoruichi shuddered visibly feeling Urahara's hot breath on her neck. She smiled half halfheartedly at Lisa's joke, not wanting her perverted teacher caught feeling her up on the train. She was never one to really worry about her own reputation, but her family's, that was a different matter. And what Soi Fon would do to Urahara, Yoruichi didn't want to think about it.

But that's why he did it in public, he knew she wouldn't cry out, wouldn't try to stop him. He was such a bastard. Her chest began to heave as she arched her back causing her firm round ass to back into his palming hand.

The announcement came PA system letting the commuters know that the next stop at Itami Street was coming. That was her stop and she was so close. She looked up at him frantic. He smiled smugly knowing what she wanted and that burned her up. Damn, him. He made her want it.

Kisuke rapidly rubbed the increasingly wet warm spot between Yoruichi's legs. Yoruichi tried to control her breathing focus on what Hiyoriwas saying she watched on TV the night before as the lightness in her bell swelled.

Kisuke stepped closer to her rubbing his erection against her back while his nimble fingers hooked the crotch of her panties and pulled them to the side.

Yoruichi's eyes widened as two long thick digits entered her and pumped quickly. She began rolling her hips slightly. The train being so pack no one would be able to see what she as doing from the waist down.

The second announcement came that the Itami Street stop was coming up which meant he had maybe 45 second to finish her and move to another car.

Kisuke must have been thinking the same thing because his fingers began to slow their assault. She looking at him with pleading eyes as the warm currents of pleasure that were building abruptly stopped.

"We'll finish this later." he whispered, pulling his hat further down on his head, then pushed his way through the crowd.

She sighed heavily in frustration. Damn him, he made her want it so bad.

"Yoru-chan? Yoooo ruuuu channnn?""

"What?" Yoruichi huffed, turning defeated and even more horny.

"Are you okay?"

"Ahh, yeah?"

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To be continued