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Mara barely heard the knock on the door over the sound of the rain on the window next to her. She was curled up in her armchair reading a fantasy novel, drinking her freshly made tea. She was above average height, with black hair and bright green eyes. Her skin is fairly pale and she has decent sized breasts, though she wishes they were a little bigger. She’s barefoot, dressed in black sweatpants and a deep purple sweatshirt from where she went to college for a degree to teach english. She sets her book upside down on her table to save her place and gets up cautiously. It wasn’t likely to be anything dangerous at the door, but an unexpected knock after dark for a woman living alone is something to be wary of. She walks over to the door and places one hand on the wood. She gets up on her toes and puts an eye up to the peephole to see one of her students, Henry, standing on the stoop shivering and soaking wet. Mara flings the door open.

“Henry! What are you doing here, are you ok?”

Henry puts his head down but Mara can still see him smiling. “Hi Ms. Foster.”

Mara could smell the alcohol. “Have you been drinking? How did you get here? Oh god, you didn’t drive here did you?” Mara began searching behind him to see if there’s a car other than hers in the driveway, but found none.

“No ma’am, I walked from Vincent’s house.”

“And the alcohol?”

“Maybe a little.” Mara could see his smile grow slightly.

“God you’re soaking wet. Get inside.” Mara takes Henry by the shoulder and guides him inside.

Mara brings him inside and shuts the door. “Stay here. I’m going to grab you a towel.”

“Thank you.”

Mara goes down the hall into her bathroom and collects a towel. As she comes back into her living room she sees Henry standing, swaying slightly, not really paying attention, and takes a moment to fully examine him. He’s wearing jeans and a plain grey t-shirt under an army green bomber jacket. Entirely soaked of course. His blonde, almost brown hair is weighed down by the water, and Mara doesn’t believe he can see anything through his droplet covered glasses. Mara looks him up and down and remembers all the time he’s watched her in class when he’s supposed to be working. When he’s watching her lecture at the whiteboard and isn’t absorbing any of the information. It’s times like those she likes to make eye contact with him to see him quickly avert his gaze back down to his notes, pretending like he wasn’t admiring her. As well as when he stays after class to joke or small talk for a minute before going to his next class. Mara’s always found it cute, especially since she’s a few inches taller than him, but not cute enough to risk getting caught over. But now that he’s in her house, and drunk for that matter, maybe now is the time for her to entertain the idea, she thinks.

Mara walks back into the room. “Sit down on the ground.”

“What?” Henry asks.

“Just do it, I’ll help you get your wet clothes off.”

Henry does as he’s told and sits on the floor.

“Why did you come here, Henry?” Mara asks him as she moves behind him and starts taking his jacket off.

“You don’t want me here?”

“I don’t usually have students at my house, but you’re already here.”

“Oh.” Henry says, quieter now.

Henry seems to be extra sensitive when he’s intoxicated, he must be an emotional drunk, Mara notes. “It’s not that I don’t want to help you, I just didn’t expect you to be here this late at night, let alone be here at all.”

“I’m sorry.”

Oh Henry, sensitive as always, Mara thinks.

“It’s ok, sweetie. I’m glad you came here instead of trying to drive or something stupid like that.”

Henry remained silent.

“Can I get your shirt off?”

.”No… I should go.” Henry starts to get up, with obvious difficulty given his current state.

“No no no sit back down, it’s ok.” Mara puts her hand on Henry’s shoulder and gently keeps him in place. “Here, stay put and I’ll get you some clothes, they might be just a little too big but that’s alright.”

Mara gets up and finds a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. They’re already a little big for her so they’ll also probably be a little big for Henry, being as small as he is. Mara once again returns to the living room and Henry hasn’t moved from the floor.

“Do you think you can change yourself?” Mara asks.

“Yes, probably.”

“Ok, the bathroom is around the corner, take your time. I’ll get you some water for when you’re done.”

“Thank you.”

Henry gets up, picks up the towel, and staggers his way to the bathroom, taking the clothes from Mara as he passes her. When Mara hears the door close she goes into the kitchen and gets a glass of water. She walks back to her chair and sits down, placing the glass on the table. Mara wonders if his parents know he’s left his friends house, or if they knew he was there in the first place. She then starts thinking of taking him home, not wanting to risk somehow being caught at her house with him. It takes Henry long enough to start to worry Mara, and as she’s about to get up and go check on him, she hears the bathroom door open. Henry returns to the living room, dressed in the grey sweatpants and maroon sweatshirt Mara gave to him.

“Come sit down, I want you to finish this glass of water,” Mara says, indicating toward the couch with her hand.

Henry clumsily sits down on the couch. He sits there for a moment.

“You ok?” Asks Mara.

“Yes.” Henry rubs his eyes with one hand and picks up the glass with the other.

“Make sure you finish it all.”

“I will.”

They sit in silence for a minute. Mara sips her tea, and Henry sips the water.

“I’m sorry I came and bothered you so late, thank you for helping me out.” “Well I wasn’t just going to leave you out in the cold, and it’s no problem. Do your parents know where you are?”

“They’re out of town.”

Right, Mara thinks, that’s one obstacle down. They sit quietly again for a few more moments.

“Do you always drink this much?”

“No, no. My friend just kept talking about his girlfriend on and on. I guess it just got to me a little.”

“Why do you like her or something?”

“No it’s not that… I guess it was just reminding me I didn’t have one.”

Mara thought it was a little funny, but she also felt bad for him. He always did seem a little lonely, which she realized was probably why he was attached to her. Mara gets up from her chair and sits next to Henry on the couch. She starts caressing his hair, still damp, but not completely wet after he dried off. Henry, either completely oblivious to what’s happening or just drunk enough not to notice, doesn’t seem to respond.

“Finish the water, sweetie.” Henry tilts the glass back and finishes the last quarter or so of water left in the glass.

“Thank you.” Henry says.

“No problem, now lay back against me.” Mara puts her legs up on the couch and turns her body toward Henry, leaning her body against the pillows on the arm of the couch.

“What?”

“Just do it.”

Henry hesitantly scoots closer to her and slowly lays against her, putting her in the middle of him and the arm of the couch. His head reaches up to about her breasts, and he crosses his arms. Mara puts her arms under around him, and settles him in between her legs. Mara leans down and sniffs his hair, smelling his shampoo mixed with the slight smell of alcohol. Once again, Henry doesn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. Probably too drunk, Mara presumes. Mara rubs his hair some, then his chest, and down to his stomach. It seems to Mara like Henry is close to falling asleep.

Mara first carefully explores Henry’s thigh and creeps slightly onto his inner thigh. He shifts his legs, most likely instinctively reacting to her gentle massage, wanting more. Mara, heart pounding out of her chest, slowly and gently moves her hand to Henry’s bulge in the sweatpants. Henry instantly tries to get up, but Mara holds him close to her with her other hand.

“Ms. Foster, what are you doing.?” Henry asks with panic in his voice.

“Nothing sweetheart, just relax.”

Mara can already feel his cock growing ever so slightly under the sweatpants, and it fills her with a powerful feeling of dominance and arousal. She moves her free hand and rubs Henry’s neck, and then sticks it down the front of the sweatshirt to feel his smooth chest.

Henry moans, but tries to move his hips to escape her invasive hand massaging his cock.

“Please stop,” Henry begs.

“Shhh just let me do this.”

Henry tries to get up again but Mara pulls him back down, a little harder this time.

“Don’t move.” Mara says, sounding colder now.

Henry, beginning to really feel scared, obeys. His cock is now fully erect under his sweatpants. Mara notices how easy it is to feel his cock under the fabric, and remembers that his underwear was probably wet too, so he would’ve taken them off.

“You’re wearing my clothes with no underwear on? You wanted me to do this to you huh?” Mara’s voice was low and teasing.

“No.” Henry shakes his head.

“Hush it’s ok baby, I see the way you stare at me in class. I see it when you blush after smelling my perfume when I lean in close to you to answer your questions. Why are you being so difficult? I’m just trying to make us both feel good.” Mara puts her hand under the waistband and grabs his cock. Henry gasps at the cold, invading touch of her hand. Mara begins to jerk him off at a gentle but medium pace.

Henry leans his head back into her breasts and moans, not sure if he’s enjoying this or afraid, or a mix of both.

“Shhh sweetheart, I know. Just let it happen.” Mara leans her head into Henry’s, now breathing hot breath into his ear and neck. Mara pushes his pants down so she can have better access to his cock and be able to see it. She resumes jerking him off.

“See sweetie? I told you it would feel good.”

Henry doesn’t respond. He just keeps moaning softly and bucking his hips into her hand. His movements get sloppier, and he seems more desperate for Mara’s touch.

“Are you close, baby? Don’t cum yet, I’m not done.” Mara stops jerking him off and starts kissing his neck. Henry moans louder now, whining from being edged and the feeling of her kissing him. Mara then slides out from under him, leaving him laying back on the couch. She quickly and roughly pulls off her sweatpants and panties at the same time, wanting to feel Henry as soon as possible. She swings her leg over Henry’s waist, now mounting him. She hovers just above his twitching cock and takes off her own sweatshirt, revealing her black bra holding her B-cup breasts. She grabs his cock and gently eases herself down onto it, making sure they both feel everything. Henry grabs her thigh with one hand and places his other arm over his face, overwhelmed and overstimulated. He lets out a long moan and Mara pulls him up, holding his face into her breasts.

“Shhh just relax, it’ll be done soon,” Mara says, starting to slowly ride his cock. She’d been thinking about this for months now. After Henry’s class was her planning period, and she’d often spend it playing with herself under her desk thinking of all the things she wanted to do to him. Henry was moaning louder now, muffled by her breasts, but loud enough so Mara could hear it. Mara, hearing the sweet noises she’d been imagining for so long, starts riding Henry faster, not being able to control herself.

“Ms. Foster, get off, I’m going to cum.”

Mara doesn’t stop or slow down. She makes sure she feels Henry’s entire length, and he feels all of her.

“I’m on birth control honey, just let it all out. Just feel good for me sweetheart.” Mara was already feeling close herself, she was already worked up from groping Henry beforehand. Henry’s moans get more desperate, and his hands start grabbing any part of Mara he can feel. He grabs her ass, and digs his fingers into her bare back, making her arch and push her breasts further toward Henry. Henry starts bucking up into her as much as he can given how they’re positioned. He wraps his arms around her and holds onto her tightly as his cock starts to shoot cum inside of her. Mara doesn’t slow down, she just focuses on the feeling of him unloading inside of her and the feeling of her own orgasm building. She bounces up and down until the waves of her orgasm begin crashing throughout her whole body, sending shivers all over. She, like Henry, holds him as close as she can and finally starts to slow down.

“Lay back, baby.” Mara says, and slowly leans Henry back so he’s laying down once again. Mara gets off Henry’s cock and moves herself up to his face, where she proceeds to sit, dripping herself and his own cum on and into his mouth. He tries his best to eat her out, and it feels good, but Mara can definitely tell he is, or was, a virgin. She didn’t mind though, Henry was making the effort, and knowing he was licking up his own cum inside of her was enough to keep the high of the orgasm going. After the high starts to die down, she scoots back down to his waist and leans down to kiss Henry. Mara holds his head in her hands and kisses him hard. The kissing gradually slows, and they both pant and moan as they come down from their high and their muscles start to relax. Mara gets off Henry and lays to his side, then turns him onto his side so she can cradle his head in her breasts once again. Henry wraps his arms around her and buries his face in her breast, melting into her hold. Mara grabs the blanket hanging over the back of the couch and drapes it over them both.

They lay together, listening to nothing but the sound of each other’s breathing. Eventually, both of their breath steadies. Mara realizes that Henry passed out in her arms. She presses her face into his hair and soon succumbs to sleep herself.