A Calculated Affair

I'll admit it, I had sex with one of my students. It was weeks of secret emails, carefully worded to avoid suspicion, and finally we found an empty classroom after hours. The lust built up over weeks came crashing down as her lips met mine, our hands exploring every inch of each other's bodies. She straddled me on a desk, pushing my trousers down with urgency, and I lifted her skirt. We were both wet, eager to feel the slick heat press against flesh, moving in sync, pleasure building until we reached our climaxes together.