DianeLS

As October ended, the Vermont air clung to the last bits of autumn’s warmth. The trees were beautiful colors—leaves dappling the ground with warm tones. Sunlight danced across the water that stretched before you all the way to Raven Island. Nevermore’s Poe Cup was about to begin, and electricity filled the air. You could hear the sounds of hundreds of people moving around you with shouts, laughter, and singing. It seemed as if the entire academy was crowded around the grassy bank next to the lake, ready to witness the competition.

There were tents set up for each team, a refreshments table staffed with student volunteers, and various metal stands constructed to watch the festivities from. Banners were visible in the crowd of students; some supported the Gold Bugs, some the Black Cats, and so on. Carts of sweets and snacks were pushed about jovially. Larissa had made sure hot chocolate was available for the event, and you considered grabbing one for her.

The atmosphere of feverish excitement was highly infectious, and you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning. When you caught sight of Larissa near the front of the crowd in her impeccably fitted dress, a mischievous smirk settled upon your face. The principal stood on a small red-carpeted wooden platform at the front of the crowd just before the water.

Wild, half-formed thoughts began whizzing through your lustful mind as you watched Larissa’s perfectly curated crimson lips move as she spoke to another faculty member enthusiastically. She always loved the Poe Cup. Arrangements for it began before the school year even started, since Larissa always had such fond memories of the competition. You could think of a few ways to ensure she enjoyed the event. One included your head under her dress in the team changing tents.

It had been a couple weeks since Larissa confided in you that she was interested in having sex in public. At first you were shocked by the confession; you didn’t expect proper, respectable, and responsible Larissa Weems to yearn for that kind of sexual gratification. When she had brought it up, you two were coming back from seeing a movie in Jericho. Your hand had found its way to her inner thigh, stroking circles against her soft skin. As innocent and comforting as the action was intended to be, Larissa confessed how arousing it was to be so intimate in a room with others there, completely unaware.

“I want to welcome you all to the Edgar Allan Poe Cup!” erupted Larissa’s voice, over the tumultuous buzz and applause of the crowd. Your cheeks flash pink as you realize you were lost in the thought of your concealed hands hard at work. You’d have to compose yourself a bit better if you were to put your plan into motion. Spectators screamed and clapped, some even waving their banners at Larissa excitedly as her voice echoed over the crowd.  If they kept that level of commotion up, you were sure that any of Larissa’s later noises could be obscured…

The next thing you heard was “Let the Poe Cup begin!”

Larissa, looking ever so pleased with herself, pulls the trigger of the starting pistol to signal the beginning of the event. Even louder cheers fill the chilly air. Howls and whoops bellow as shrill as possible as everyone sets their eyes on the teams pushing off from the shore.

Beaming at you and not privy to your devious plan, Larissa comes to your side to join you in the metal bleachers. You let your eyes roam over the curves of her body—her deliciously long torso and toned legs. You would have probably imploded if your principal had looked like that growing up.

As she sits, you bring your hand to her back and rub it gently, as if you’re just offering encouragement and support. You briefly glance around to ensure you two are as uninteresting as anticipated. Satisfied, your hand begins to wander, providing faux-chaste touches. Your fingertips graze her neck, trail her arms, brush over her breast. You surmise that Larissa is clueless and intending to soliloquize about her years as co-captain for Ophelia Hall.

Sensing the need to take control of the moment, you utter huskily, just loud enough for her to hear, “You look so fucking good right now.” At that, your fingers make their way to fiddle with the edge of Larissa’s dress hem.

Larissa stiffens, suddenly acutely aware of the placement of your hands. “What are you doing?” A whisper—her tone demure and surprised. You could swear you heard a hint of panic bubbling up in her chest.

True, students were close, but who was really invested in their principal during the long-awaited Poe Cup? Your thoughts went to the extensive conversation you and Larissa had in the car weeks prior about each other’s green, yellow, and red sexual flags. Armed with knowledge of how badly she fantasized about the risk of almost being caught, you tentatively continued touching her thighs. Heat flashed through Larissa, stealing her breath and eliciting a gasp.

“Shh, Principal Weems.” You direct into her ear, knowing her slight change in breathing was most likely imperceptible alongside the trees swaying in the wind, the water lapping, and the simultaneous cheering and clapping. “Take off your scarf, and fold it in your lap.”

Her body followed the command almost automatically, and you slipped your hand under it. The sudden thrill gripped her. She couldn’t. They couldn’t. Not here. ...could they? The idea made her ache. Larissa chewed on her bottom lip, querying whether or not to let you proceed. They were in broad daylight among her students, not a dim movie theater with strangers. She couldn't believe this situation was actually turning her on.

“In fact, you’ll probably want to stay very, very quiet.”

Larissa tried to focus on keeping her breathing steady and her red lips firmly clamped shut. She couldn’t help but feel her heart begin to race. Excitement, desperation, panic, surprise, and overwhelming need all contributed to the rise of her pulse. Her eyes darted over to other faculty, paranoid that at any moment you two would be found out. Larissa’s brain was screaming at herself, but she couldn't stop. It was like the desire was controlling her body, and her mind just wasn't on the right receiver channel. Her immediate arousal and submission was a little embarrassing. Shouldn’t she be able to keep her professional life and private life separate? That didn't seem to matter, though; it was like her body was on autopilot for anything you wanted once you whispered in her ear.

Her cheeks got hot, and Larissa found herself inadvertently opening her legs a bit, like an invitation. With any luck, the average passer-by wouldn’t figure out what was going on.

“We can't do this here!" Larissa quietly hissed, sounding more flustered and docile than she meant to. She felt like that’s what she should say. Surely she could have more conviction, bat your hand away, cross her legs, ….anything. Larissa frantically glanced around one more time to make sure that no one looked towards you two; she desperately did not want to get caught. What a scandal for the school it would be. 

Nearly surrendering, Larissa closed her eyes and considered the throbbing ache between her legs. She slid a hand onto your thigh, needing to brace herself. Your breathy voice whispering in her ear only made Larissa impossibly wetter. Who knew being called by her title would turn her on like this? Who knew sneaking around in front of students and faculty could make Larissa putty in your hands?

At this moment, Larissa overheard two students discussing the potential winnings of the betting pool they had orchestrated for the Poe Cup. She wanted to intervene, but she knew intervening would cost her. Instead, she pushed the reprimand that she owed the students down—below the knots of desire in her stomach.

With a fingertip hovering over Larissa’s silk underwear where you know her clit is, you begin to lightly graze the fabric up and down. Regardless of your warning for her to be silent, you can hear the groan and pant Larissa tries to obscure, indecent and deliciously sexy.

After leisurely making circles over the damp silk, Larissa began to subtly shift her weight in hopes of adding more friction.

“You like this, ‘Rissa?” Your voice was low and intoxicating as you teased her.

Before she could finish nodding, your fingers found their way under the silk fabric to her flesh. You could feel heat radiating off her, and it made you want to disregard everyone here and to taste her arousal. Your fingers moved through the soft tuft of hair on her mons pubis, hoping to tease Larissa further, until finally feeling her slick folds.

Larissa was thankful to be sitting down, because her knees would have buckled at that moment of contact. A whine of pleasure threatened to leave her throat, and it took all her willpower to stay quiet. The slight twitching of Larissa’s hips could be played off as excitement from the event. Plenty of movement surrounded you two. People knocked against each other getting to their seats or jumping up and down. ‘Excuse me’s and ‘sorry’s were exchanged loudly. No one much cared for what else was going on besides the race.

"Then fuck my fingers. Make yourself come.”

With that, you enter two fingers into her opening. Your palm arched against her clit, adding delectable pressure. Your two fingers were crooked inside of Larissa, searching for the exact right spot to titillate relentlessly.

The sounds of the Poe Cup faded away to a faint ringing. Larissa groaned and started to move her hips more exaggeratedly, as if she were properly shifting in her seat. Any hope of actually being able to pay attention to the race and narrate for the crowd was long gone.

In the meantime, you kept a steady rhythm, flicking your fingers inside of Larissa. The sound of her stifled pants and the way you could feel her twitching and tensing was driving you to the edge of despair. For one wild moment, you wondered if she’d be able to clamber onto your lap without anyone noticing. As if she was considering the same, Larissa desperately clutched onto the edge of the bench, making sure not to fumble with or accidentally tug at her scarf that way keeping your hand obscured.

A deep shudder of pleasure and relief ran through Larissa, catching her off guard. She let out a moan without thinking and then bit her lip to try and stop herself from making any more. Something that was getting increasingly difficult with the way your skilled fingers were working.

“Mmm, more." There was both an urgent pleading and spacey quality to Larissa’s tone.

“I’ve dreamed about touching you like this, and I can only keep going if you stay quiet,” you purr matter-of-factly to her.

As attractive as her begging was, you wanted to ride out the tension a bit longer before giving into her hunger and yearning. It was too fun to be in control of the woman who prided herself on her poise and authority. And doing so in public at her own school’s event.

Sensing that Larissa was getting more noisy and about to go over the edge at your words, you pull back. You remove your fingers from inside her and instead begin lightly tapping your fingers against her swollen clit.

Murmurs run through the crowd as the teams begun to row against one another back across the lake.

“Principal Weems?” An unfamiliar, youthful voice approached.

You whip your head towards the student interrupting you and Larissa. Your hand stills from under Larissa’s scarf that is concealing the true nature of your shared enjoyment. Your guard is immediately up, attempting to not give into alarm. Thankfully, the student’s gaze was focused out on the lake and only just meets yours and Larissa’s.

“Y-yes?” Larissa is able to respond, trying to put on her usual façade.

“Would it be okay if I used your binoculars? Yoko won’t share hers because they’re supposedly specially made to withstand the sunlight.” An indignant Enid, or so you assumed from hearing various stories, stood beside Larissa.

Even though much of the race was held in the distance, Larissa was likely the only faculty there with binoculars. Well, maybe one or two others had the sense to bring a pair.

“Of course, Ms. Sinclair. Please keep them for the rest of the event.”

“Oh, thank you, Principal Weems! You’re the best!” Enid grabs the binoculars and skips away without a clue to what she had interrupted. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Enid hold up the binoculars in a righteous manner and stick her tongue out at who you assume is Yoko.

You turn your attention back to the ghostly-pale woman beside you. You briefly check-in with her. “Still green?”

A breath and then affirmation. “Green.”

Your hand hadn’t left Larissa’s underwear, so you take back control of the situation.

“So naughty, Principal Weems…” you murmured. “About to be coming all over the bleachers. All over my hand… better keep quiet, otherwise, we’re bound to be interrupted again. Wouldn't that be terrible? If I had to stop touching you now, stop fucking you with my fingers?”

Larissa should be mortified. She should be careful. Neither are things she is interested in. Instead, her body twitches and aches at the use of her title again—the thought of being naughty and of getting away with it.

Your hand slips back down to Larissa’s opening. Larissa all but directs your fingers back inside her, eager to find a more lasting release. However, you knew that she was so tightly wound and that it would only take the faintest touch, a few slick circles on her clit before she shattered. Breathing in Larissa’s ear and telling her how wet you are while touching her brought her over the edge. She trembled beside you. In an effort to mask the spasm, you reached over with your free hand and rubbed her upper arm as if her shiver was due to the chilly autumn day.

Instead of stopping completely, your fingers moved in slow spirals, drawing out the aftershocks for as long as she could handle before leaning bonelessly against your side. The world narrowed to the warmth of your hand on her back, the lazy pulse between her legs. You place a kiss to Larissa’s forehead, murmuring that she had done so well for you.

A few calm moments passed where you two breathed together before the rumbling from the various Black Cat supporters grew louder and louder and erupted into screams of delight. The whole crowd was on their feet, eager to decipher the team in the lead, and it looked like you two had gotten away with it.

“Well, that was exciting,” Larissa let out hoarsely.

A grin erupted onto your face as you stated, “And just with my left hand…”