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 Rachel had started driving past Carl's house to and from work.  She never
really saw him of course, her job as Head Teacher meant she had to be in
the office well before the pupils arrived and she left well after their
home time, but she kept trying all the same, arriving later and leaving
earlier, hoping to catch a gimpse, trying to guess which bedroom was his.
She had started walking the school corridors in the hope of catching him
doing something wrong so she could talk to him.  She had already missed a
meeting with the Head of Governors because of this growing obsession.  She
was becoming a slave to it, a professional mess, she had to snap out of it
somehow, but how?

   One thing was just to snap out of it and move on.  It was her preferred
choice, but one she knew she couldn't manage.  The other was to make it
real, to stop it only existing in her imagination where she would wander.
If it was real she would then know and stop obsessing about how it would
be. But could she?

   She had cheated on her husband before of course, twice in fact, but
those were both career enhancing fucks done to move up and earn more for
her family.  If caught this would have quite the opposite effect, but she
had to try.

   A Sunday litter pick it would be.  She would supervise whilst catching
up with work in her office.  She told his head of year, and he agreed to
tell Carl to report to the school at 10 am that Sunday morning.

   And so it was that Rachel unlocked the school that morning, and waited,
her heart in her mouth about what she was planning and hoped would happen.

   Carl turned up on time.  Out of uniform he seemed slightly older, but
still had that tense body and arrogant look of the 14 years that he was. 
His T shirt revealed he had a golden glow to the skin on his arms, and the
jeans and belt made his bum look so wonderful and tight.  He looked full of
energy and attitude as she gave him his bag and stick and told him to
litter pick the grounds.  Rachel did not get much work done, preferring to
watch him walk and bend and occasionally throw the stick down.  She was
still not sure if she could actually do this.

   She called Carl in at 12.  Two hours was more than enough and she could
wait no longer.  She walked him to the gym insisting that he shower before
leaving as he had been collecting rubbish.  She bit her lip as she took a
deep breath and looked him up and down.

   "So are you going to get showered?", she asked.

   He stood there silent.  Just looking at her then down at the floor.

   She thought for a moment.  "I think I will as well", she said.

   Rachel started to unbutton her blouse as he looked at her shocked.

   "What's wrong?", she asked, but again no answer.

   Removing her blouse and then unfastening her bra, she let it drop over
her arms.  There she was a 38 year old Head Teacher standing topless in
front of a 14 year old pupil.  There was no going back now.

   He seemed timid and frightened.  This was not what she wanted or
imagined.  Where had that attitude gone?  Where was his cocksuredness?

   "What's wrong?", she asked again.  "Have you not done this before?"

   She reached forward and took his hand, placing it on her breast.  "Yes,
touch it, feel it", she whispered.  His hand started to move.

   She reached down undoing his belt and his jeans.  He didn't resist, she
hurriedly released his cock, watching at it sprung up hard, she ran her
hand down his length and then stroked under his balls, watching as it
jerked up in reaction.  She quickly undressed and felt herself, she was so
wet.  She had imagined kneeling before him and taking him in her mouth
looking into his eyes as she sucked, but she couldn't wait anymore.  She
needed him inside her now and by the look of him he needed it too.

   She grabbed one of the gym mats and slid it on the floor laying down on
it.

   "Fuck me", she said, staring into his eyes.  "Come on, on top", she
said. He climbed on top of her and she reached between his legs putting him
in position as he thrust forward and entered her.  Skin against skin.  No
condom.  It was deliberate.

   He was going fast, so wonderfully fast.  She was a Head Teacher being
fucked by one of her pupils in the school.  It was a blur.  He may have
been hesitant, he may have been unsure of what to do, but now he was there
he was fucking her good.  His attitude was coming back, and Rachel was lost
in a blur of sex and taboo and want and need and sheer delight.  She
laughed as he fucked her full of pleasure.

   "Miss"

   Oh god, he called her miss.  She was on the edge.  The orgasm flooded
over her in a massive wave, her body convulsed in shudders as she felt his
cum explode inside her.  She didn't care about any consequences.  She
needed this, and yet he kept on fucking.  Beyond his orgasm he kept stiff
and hard and kept up the rhythm and the power.

   "Fucking hell", she gasped.  Another orgasm swept her along.  "Yes". 
Finally he slowed and stopped.  Pulling out of her still hard.

   Rachel's heart was beating fast.  "Carl.  You can't tell anyone about
this ever.  Do you understand?  If you keep it our secret we can do more".
He nodded silently.  She wasn't sure if he was shy or in shock.

   They showered together, but there was no more sex that day.  She dropped
him off at home in her car before driving to a quiet layby and crying.

   Crying.  Why was she crying?  She was smiling too.  Yes.  She would do
that again.