Well, before she knew he was her English teacher.
As she neared the door, she turned her back to face Jones, face upturned, eyes closed. Jones gave her a feather light kiss on the lips, as they pulled away, she raised her brow, "That's it?"
Jones grinned, leaned in, her back pressed against the door. Jones kissed soft, it always starts soft, but her hand sneaks to his nape, pulls him in harder. Their bodies now touching, she let out a little moan, which made him grunt.
All still very PG, except, it wasn't.
She loved how his hands felt around her waist. How rapidly they were breathing, together and then not at the same time. One of his hands moved inside her jean's back pocket. She leaned away from the door and leaned right into him. Torsos touching, hips touching.
They both wanted the same thing. Except, it can't be here, it can't be now. For obvious reasons.
He pulled away first, "Soon?"
She looked up at him, his lips were red, his hair mussed and he looked dizzy, "Soon." she smiled.
She entered the classroom, with a backward glance and smile to Jones.
As she closed it, he was there, and he looked angry.