no witness but the moon

She grinned up at him as his hands rested on her hips. “I won’t lie. I’ve been waiting for this since the last time,” she admitted. Her times with her boyfriend were often boring and sometimes she fantasized about sex with Ashton to get through the bore of it all. She quirked a brow, smirking, and dropped to her knees. She made quick work of undoing the button on his sensible khaki professor pants. She yanked his pants and boxers down and looked at him mischievously. Jane placed a kiss on his lower stomach and trailed those kisses even lower. She took him him into her hand, making deliberate pumping movements. They were slow, meant to entice. This was foreplay and not the main act after all. He was bigger than her boyfriend too. She ran her thumb over the head before taking it in her mouth. 

Text: {le professeur} I've never had to fake it with you.

Text: {Janey} If you had been faking it, I definitely would give you an A.

Jane slid her jeans down her legs slowly before kicking them off. She was sure not to break eye contact with him while she was disrobing. Her bottom half was clad in a pair of panties that were more lace than any other sort of fabric. She pulled her jeans of at the same crawling pace she had her jeans. The bra matched the panties and she had only started matching them when she had begun fooling around with Ashton. She raised an eyebrow expectantly. 

Text: {le professeur} I know for certain that he's poor at both wooing and exciting.

Text: {Janey} You know them very, very well.

Text: {le professeur} I think that he thinks you and I are friends at most and that we spend a lot of time talking about books, which we do so.

Text: {Janey} You're right. A lot of things about me are big.

“That comes with it’s own special sort of excitement too,” she said, popping the button on her jeans. 

Jane looked up at him biting her lip as he talked. “I like when the favor gets returned. A lot.”

“Your are rather expressive with your appreciation, especially considering you can’t be vocal a lot of the time.”

Text: {le professeur} At least he is good for something. That is literally the only reason I am maintaining the relationship.

Text: {Janey} You love it. I wouldn't be me without my charm and inflated ego.

“That’s better for me in the end. Makes my job a lot easier,” she says before standing and pacing across his office to lock the door. Better safe than sorry.

“Easy because you’re such a tease,” he said as he rolled his chair back and then rose to his feet, rounding the end of the desk and approaching her in a few short but determined strides. “Luckily that means excess time to return the favor.”

Text: {le professeur} I feel like I make more than the normal person.

Text: {Janey} Dare I say you've grown to have impeccable taste, so don't beat yourself up too much. You've done well for yourself.

“I didn’t think that you did. You have like a perpetual boner.”

“I often do.”

Text: {Janey} I want to say he was a nice security blanket, but that's a lie.

“To be blunt I really could use some of you slipping your hand down my panties while we should be grading this stuff.”

“I don’t need much convincing to be honest.”

“I’ll take that one of your hands for you, but you owe me.”

“I thank you. Whatever you need just let me know.”

Text: {le professeur} They won't care. You can tell them that your car messed up and you had to worry about having it fixed. They'll take anything.

Text: {Janey} A new bra you say?

“So, if it’s terrible you’re going to put it off on me?”

“I don’t care if it’s terrible. I just don’t want to grade that one know-it-all’s work.”