Sitting on the first row, Raven couldn't stop glancing at the woman every two seconds. Observing and studying her, she was in awe at the woman's appearance. How the hell does she want me to focus if she doesn't stop looking like that?

Sitting behind the teacher's wooden desk, the woman frantically wrote on the paper. Back straight and legs crossed, she looked stressed. Her brown hair cascaded down the sides of her face, her slender fingers putting it behind her ear. A sigh escaped her lips as red as lilies as her hand moved, creating exquisite handwriting. Brown eyes read a few lines, the red pen quickly crossing a few words and writing small notes over them. The woman's skin wasn't completely pale, and she had marks of bikini strings on both sides of her neck. She tanned from time to time, or at least had spent some time sunbathing that summer. The woman moved and took off her blazer, hanging it on the back of the chair. Her blouse was the same color as the sky that day, made of an expensive, thin fabric. From her position, Raven could guess lace underwear under the fabric. Elegant, feather-like. Chiffon? she wondered, trying to not to blatantly stare at the woman's chest. She failed miserably, and even if she did not notice the woman did. With a smile on her face, the girl rested her head on her hand and sighed. Enchanted by the woman's chest rose and fell with peace, she bit down on her lip. There was no way of denying it, Abigail Griffin was twice as beautiful as any other teacher the girl had ever had. And she had a long record of visits to the principal.

"See something interesting, Miss Reyes?" she heard someone question. Her brown eyes looked up at the woman, finding her staring at her. Her voice had sounded more than just erotic to the girl, making her eyes widen. I did not get turned on by that. The two other boys in the room glanced at both of them for a few seconds before going back to do their homework, not wanting to interrupt the sudden staring contest both the principal and the teenager held. Raven unconsciously licked her lips, mouth dry and eyes set on the woman's. Her stare fell down at her lips for a second.

"Maybe. Would that get me in trouble?" she ended up daring to say. Her heart had skipped a beat, which she hid it under a smug grin. Did she just stare at my lips?

"Maybe." the woman smiled, standing up and looking at her watch. There were five minutes left for the time to end. "Time to go home, guys. Show me what you've done and you can leave." the woman said, taking the blazer and her purse and walking towards the students' desks. The two boys soon gained a smile and a nod, then left. Moments later the woman stared at Raven's page, studying the two words written on it and smirking. With another smile, the woman leaned forward and tilted her head. "Next time focus on your homework, Miss Reyes. I doubt you want anyone noticing how you stare at your principal." the woman advised before turning and walking out of the classroom. The girl sighed, resting her forehead against the desk.

Thank you, principal. You just made me ruin my panties.


The girl did not waste time when she got home. As soon as she heard the front door click behind her she ran upstairs, forgetting her red jacket on the stairs. She unbuttoned her shirt, dropping it on the floor of the bedroom and lying down on the bed. Skirt yanked up to her hips, she sneaked her hand into her panties. She was twice as soaked as she had been while in detention. Fucking Principal Griffin. She somehow felt guilty, knowing that this was too much for just staring at the principal. But the way words escaped her lips, so carelessly but in such a graceful way. A lonely finger teased around her clit, eyes closing as the image of the woman leaning on top of her, touching her. Stroking so very lightly along her moist, heated folds, teasing her. "Fuck." Raven bit her lip, her clit hard under her touch. Her hips bucked, and she couldn't help but thrust up a little, needing more pressure.

But then the woman would use two, maybe even three fingers right on her clit. Making sure to be hard and fast, she would kiss her with passion, then bury her fingers inside of her. She would be so good at driving her cries higher and higher, to make the girl squirm and moan her name. "Princ— Abigail..." she purred. She was so close, panting and squirming on the bed, feeling her core throbbing. She stroked her clit frantically, her muscles tensing as she raced towards her climax. Chewing on her bottom lip, the girl worked her own orgasm, grinding the heel of her hand against her clit. "Abigail..." she repeated, breathing in and out heavily as she pushed her fingers deeper inside of herself. She was on the edge, and soon she felt herself climaxing. Hand inside her panties and soaked fingers now still, her eyes were closed. The pleasure ran through her body, fading moments later. Opening her eyes, she turned her face and rested her cheek on the pillow, letting out a sigh.

Did she just masturbate at the thought of her principal touching her? Yes.

Was that right? No.

Did it feel good? Fuck, yes.


Closing her eyes again, she smiled. It amazed her how her imagination could fly so much, just by the beauty of a woman. Of an older, gorgeous woman. Who was the principal of her new school. So I have a crush on my principal… she thought, rolling her eyes. It was so cliché, she had read too many stories and saw too many TV shows about teacher-student relationships. They never ended well, at least not the realistic ones. But of course, people used all kinds of entertainment to escape their reality. It seemed that now she did not need a screen or a book to do so. Stop being so hot, principal Griffin.

A soft buzz coming from the floor made Raven open her eyes and let out a sigh. She had fallen asleep, somehow exhausted both physically and mentally. Stretching on her bed, she let out a squeal and stood up, lazily taking the phone from her jacket. Frowning, she unlocked the screen.

'Incoming Message: Unknown'

Letting out a sigh, she frowned. Who would text her this time? The only person that knew her number was Clarke, and just because the girl had asked for it with insistence. I guess it's her from another phone...

Unknown - 'Hi, I'm Finn Collins. The guy who sits in front of you in maths. I asked Clarke for your number, hope you don't mind. Do you know if there was homework for Monday?'

R - 'Hi Finn. I don't think so, I'll revise the last exercises we did in class though.'

F - 'Oh, okay. Thanks.'

R - 'No problem.'

F - 'You coming to the study group meeting tomorrow?'

R - 'Yeah'

F - 'See you tomorrow then.'

Raven locked the screen and let out a sigh. Checking the hour, she was sure that she could make a decent dinner and still have half an hour to get on the roof. She would be able to connect to her neighbor's router for a while before he turned it off. She made a risotto and ate it in silence, then headed upstairs again. With not much difficulty she climbed out of her window, the old laptop in her hands. Careful to not to drop it before sitting on a small flat spot, she sighed and turned it on. She could spend hours there, surfing the web. She didn't do social media, not at all. She didn't like blogs, or facebook sites. She read the news, she searched for what was happening in the world. She'd read about engineering, especially mechanic engineering. And she loved every single moment, because it made her feel that knowledge had no limit.