Disclaimer: Harry Potter (C) JK Rowling
It's time for detention, and 18 year old Hermione Granger knew that she's screwed. She was told by her teacher Miss Black to wait outside her classroom as soon as everyone gone home, staff and students, pretty much everyone. She sat down just outside her teacher's classroom by the corridor, waiting for her.
Why Hermione was at detention, she doesn't know and just eager to get it over with. She thought herself as bisexual, and yes, she has a crush on Miss Black. She occasionally thinks about her fantasies, sexual fantasies involving her teacher.
"What am I thinking?" thought Hermione, trying in vain to shake her naughty thoughts out of her head. "I need to stop thinking about something that's not gonna happen. Just because I'm lusting after my teacher, doesn't mean I'm actually gonna shag her. Right? I must out of my mind..."
One minute she was eyeing up the older woman's cleavage and legs, the next thing before she knew, she was told to stay for detention as soon its home time. Did Miss Black notice her or was it just problems with school work? Yeah, that must be it.
Another problem above anything else, is her boyfriend.
She's considering breaking up with him because she thought he wasn't good enough. Besides, he wasn't really that interesting the first time. Why Hermione agreed to go out with him, because she thought it was a good idea at the time.
"I'm such an idiot..." thought Hermione.
It is now 10 minutes into detention and there was still no sign of her teacher.
"What's the point?" sighed Hermione. "The whole building is empty, 10 minutes in with no sign of Miss Black. I may as well just go hom-"
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the open to reveal Miss Black on the other side. She looked down at Hermione and smiled to herself.
"Ah Miss Granger," said Miss Black.
"Damn it!" thought Hermione, desperately wanting to get away from her teacher, but she knew there is no escape.
"You came just in time, you can come in."
Hermione let herself into the classroom, placed a chair in front of her teacher's desk and sat down. She's looking down at her shoes in shame, not wanting to look at Miss Black; anywhere is better than here. Her mum and dad will kill her if they find out if her school work is in complete shambles.
"Eyes up here Miss Granger," said Miss Black in a firm tone that made Hermione look up to her.
The first thing Hermione noticed was how different her teacher looks; she usually has her hair in a tight ponytail, but she has it down to her shoulders. Hermione thought it made her look beautiful than she already was.
What really caught her attention, was the way her teacher was sitting on the edge of her desk. She's wearing a nice forest green blouse, and a black pattern pencil skirt just above her knees. What made her eyes wide, was the fact that her legs and feet were completely bare, which was usually in black tights and high heels.
Hermione is trying so hard not to look at her teacher's crossed legs and her black polished toenails. She's fighting the urge to get on her knees to kiss her feet, suck her toes, rub her legs, tell her how much she worships her.
How she wanted so much to be her teacher's slave...
Instead, she looked into her eyes, and opened her mouth.
"Please Miss Black, I can explain everything!" begged Hermione, already on the verge of crying.
"No need." Narcissa states, stands up from her desk, walking around until she is behind her bookworm student. "I already figured it out Miss Granger, and I don't want my favourite student to fail now, do you?"
"Um... no." said Hermione lamely.
"No." repeated Narcissa. "Don't try to deny it Miss Granger, I saw the way you were looking at me, it just says it all with the look in your eyes."
Hermione swallows a lump in her throat. Not good!
"How d-do you know?" asked Hermione, nervous.
"Oh, I have my ways." grinned Narcissa, she sat back to the edge of her desk, crossing her legs.
Hermione's worst fears had been realized. Her teacher had caught her eyeing her up during class, and now she's facing the consequences. She held it in for a good couple of seconds, until finally she bursts out.
"Okay, fine!" yelled Hermione. "I admit it! I was eyeing you up because I have a crush on you!"
Narcissa's eyes widen in complete shock! She really didn't see that one coming at all! She really expected her to confess her problems at home, trouble with homework, or even getting transferred to another school, but not this!
"There! I said it!" continued Hermione. "You're that reason why I'm failing! It's because I find you undeniably attractive! Oh my god, I'm a mess! I'm so afraid you won't like me! I don't think I can take this rejection! I don't know what to do anymore..."
"Shut up Hermione and pull yourself together." ordered Narcissa, wanting her student to see some sense.
"I can't!" exclaimed Hermione. "I'm falling apart! My boyfriend doesn't turn me on anymore, his mates hate me, and on top of everything else, my mum and dad are gonna kill me for my awful school work! I should just leave..."
Narcissa was still a little stunned from Hermione's confession, began to feel sorry for her. She watches her favourite bookworm student put her hands to her face in despair. She admits to herself she felt flattered, although she saw what Hermione was doing in her classroom, looking at her when she pretends to focus, when she was actually fantasizing about her the whole time.
She grinned to herself when she had an idea, a very naughty idea. It's crazy, but if she can put her student's life back together, even with the risk of being fired, it could work. It's a damn good thing her student is 18 though.
"Stop blubbering," said Narcissa. "I'll give you what you want."
Hermione looked up to face her teacher again with a surprised look on her face.
"Do you?" asked Hermione, hoping against hope she wasn't hearing things.
"The excuse slips were a test," explained Narcissa. "The day will come when I need you to do me a favour. A big favour..."
Narcissa proceeds to slowly pull her skirt up, stopping just below her bum. She opened her legs to reveal her black, lacy knickers for her student to see. She pointed her polished toes about an inch away from Hermione's face.
"...and you'll do it without question." she finished.
Hermione stared wide eyed at her teacher's knickers, travelling down her leg, and stopped at her bare foot. She's finally getting the opportunity to fulfill her fantasies that she desired for so long. Her heart is beating wildly at the anticipation of the upcoming lovemaking that's about to happen in her classroom.
She looked into her teacher's eyes, her decision made, and smiled adoringly at her with the expression between relief, happiness and lust all at once.
"Of course. I worship you Narcissa." whispered Hermione.
"Worship works best on your knees Hermione." said Narcissa with a triumph, sexy smirk on her face.
Hermione can barely contain her excitement. She dropped to her knees before her teacher, grabbing hold of her right foot by her ankle, and gently placed her lips on the top of her teacher's foot with little kisses.
Narcissa closed her eyes, lets out a soft sigh when she felt Hermione's lips on her foot. She admits that she's new to the whole foot fetish thing, but she's willing to give it a go. After all, she always loves new challenges.
"They're all yours..." she whispered, and Hermione went loose. She put both hands on Narcissa's foot, squeezing it, getting the feel for it. She rubbed her foot up and down, all the way to her ankle and back up to her toes. Squeezing it more, she rubbed each toe between her thumb and index finger, then continues rubbing her teacher's foot before putting her big toe in her mouth.
"Mmmm..." Hermione sighed, sucking her teacher's big toe. Up and down, then around to the other side, she bathed it in her saliva before taking her toe out of her mouth, licking her sole all the way up, then doing it again before taking her big toe in her mouth again. The feeling of her big toe between her lips was great, and she wanted to do that again.
After a minute, Hermione took Narcissa's foot out of her mouth, licking and kissing the top of her foot, trailing her kisses all the way up to her leg before licking her thigh.
Narcissa moves her hand to ever so slowly unbutton her top, goes under her bra to rub her breasts to finger her nipples. Wow, who would have thought that foot worship can turn her on so much? Consequences be damned, she wants her student to shag her right here, right now!
Having fondled her teacher's leg, Hermione took all five toes into her mouth, licking the underside, groaning at the contact.
Narcissa had already taken off her blouse and bra, she hiked her skirt up, pulling it over her head.
Once Hermione worshipped Narcissa's feet, she proceeded to look up to her teacher, stood to her feet, and placed her lips against hers for a deep snog.
They felt their hearts beating wildly across their chests, not before Narcissa shoved her tongue at her students, sharing saliva, moaning against each other, running their hands wildly over their bodies.
The blonde broke the kiss, pressing her bookworm student against her bare breasts, grabbed her by the hair, and forced her to look at her.
"Now," said Narcissa. "I want you to take my knickers off and go down on me..."
Not being told twice, Hermione nodded. She went down to her knees once again, loops her fingers through the elastic band, and took her teacher's knickers off with ease.
Hermione stared into Narcissa's exposed womanhood for a good few seconds, sticks out her tongue, and dives right in.
Narcissa throws her head back, loudly moans at the touch of her student's tongue, flicking and stabbing into the sensitive spots. The sensation feels so fucking good, she really didn't want it to end!
"Don't you dare fucking stop!" Narcissa cries out, her climax building up.
Hermione groans in response, she is so turned on, listening to her teacher panting is like music to her ears. She guided her hands up her teacher's abs, places them over her breasts, and her teacher let out a loud gasp.
"Oooooh wow!" groaned Narcissa, enjoying her bosom being felt up. "Your fucking tongue is making me fucking cum!"
Hermione wasn't holding back. Her tongue now growing at a faster pace, sensing her teacher climaxing, tweaking her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, until finally her teacher couldn't take it anymore. The sound of screaming were heard throughout the whole school.
After what seems like few minutes of silence, Narcissa slowly gets up from her desk with shaky knees. Hermione helped her up, silently thanked her before leaning over to kiss her cheek, picked up her clothes, and went to the other side of the room to get dressed.
Hermione was standing there for a good full minute to gather her thoughts.
She did it. She really can't believe she did it! She fulfilled a fantasy that every teenage boy had dreamed of! All those thoughts and dreams she had of this moment, and it finally became reality!
Narcissa was just finished putting her clothes back on and straightened them out. She went to Hermione's personal space, taking hold of her hands, and guided them over to her bum.
She leans her lips over to her student's ear.
"Meet me at my house this weekend, so we can pick up where we left off." whispered Narcissa. "So don't be late, or you will get another detention with me, and not the fun kind either."
"You know I won't let you down." grinned Hermione.
"Good girl." smiled Narcissa.
And with that, it was sealed with a kiss.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this story, and yes, I have a foot fetish. That little scene I wrote before the sex scene, is from Cruel Intentions 2. Even though the movie is terrible, its still worth it just for the sexy moments. Next chapter is gonna be a sequel, so please leave reviews so I can write more.