> Extra Credit
>  by DrakeyC
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> Monday's Lesson
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“The critical thing to keep in mind when examining this chapter is that ‘love’ is not used in a romantic sense as one would use the word today. In these times, love was considered a virtue more closely aligned with chivalry or loyalty than romantic infatuation or physical lust. For instance, a knight would proclaim he loved his king to profess devotion to the crown.”

A hand from the back of the room rose. “But, Ms. Belle, I thought chivalry was about knights defending ladies.”

Pacing back and forth at the front of the class with a textbook in her hand, Ms. Belle peered over red-rimmed glasses at the speaker. “Ah, you’re not incorrect, Pipsqueak. Over time, this perception of love evolved into what we called ‘courtly love’, the chivalric romance. It was through this usage that the term evolved to mean the same thing as romantic infatuation. But, for the time period we’re discussing in this week’s lessons, the word ‘love’ had not yet taken on such a meaning.”

As Ms. Belle continued to discuss the chapter in her hands, Spike propped his cheek on his hand and let out a small sigh. “I’d be your knight and love you however you want me to.” Spike had chosen his seat at the front right corner of the room for optimal viewing as she walked back and forth in her lectures. Ms. Belle’s footsteps made the fabric of her purple pencil skirt stretch back and forth, allowing teasing hints of the rear end hidden underneath. Spike could have given anything to cup those cheeks and commit to memory how shapely that ass was, if only there were a way to do it without getting slapped, failed, and expelled in rapid succession.

The school bell halted Ms. Belle’s words and she raised her head to the clock. “Oh dear, look at the time. Well, the introduction for the chapter will suffice if you’re still unclear.” The students began to pack their bags as Ms. Belle set her textbook on the table and moved to the door. “Don’t forget, your choice for a book for your report is due this Friday, but don’t wait until then to submit your proposal. If I reject it, that’s marks you’re losing for lateness while you pick again.”

Spike gathered his things, slung his bag onto his shoulder, and approached the door with his classmates, the group naturally filing into a line. Ms. Belle held open the door for them as they left, smiling and nodding in response to farewells. When Spike reached her, she put a hand in front of him. “Spike, I’d like you to remain behind, please.”

“Um, sure.” Spike stepped back and let the students behind him pass, a few shooting him looks of pity or amusement. He thought to himself as he waited for them to leave. She didn’t catch me peeping her, did she? I’ve been in her class four months now so she would have caught me before, wouldn’t she? Maybe it’s about those assignments I’m missing.

When the last student left, Ms. Belle shut the door. “Have a seat.” Spike obediently returned to his desk and sat down, letting his bag fall to the floor behind him. Ms. Belle walked up to her desk and leaned against it a few feet in front of him. “Do you know why I asked you to stay, Spike?”

“I think so.”

“Why?”

Spike swallowed. “I don’t want to say.”

“Then I shall. You’re missing last week’s chapter work, and beyond.”

“Oh.” Spike let out a relieved sigh.

Ms. Belle leaned back to grab a blue binder from a stack of notebooks and pulled it up, flipping it open. “You have some of the highest test scores in my class, Spike, yet you repeatedly hand in the chapter assignments late, if at all. Late marks add up, and anything missing at the end of the semester is an automatic zero. If anything, I’m one of the more generous teachers you’ll meet because I allow late assignments at all.”

“I’m sorry.” Spike shook his head. “I just… the chapter work is boring. It’s a lot of reading, reading about reading, re-reading what you just read about the reading…”

“It can be a bit dry, yes, but it is complementary to the materials I cover in class, and you seem to have no trouble with that work just fine.”

“I find it easier to pay attention in class.”

“How is that?”

You’d be surprised how much I pay attention to you in class. “I can concentrate easier.”

“Very well.” Ms. Belle nodded and closed her mark book. “But that does not give us a solution to the homework issue. Unfortunately, I cannot, in good faith, pass a student with such dismal homework performance. Your test scores are enough to pass on plain numbers, but I hold final judgment on failing or passing. A student who regularly fails his homework assignments tells me he is not getting the full value of the class.”

“You’re gonna fail me?” Spike gasped.

“Ah, ah.” Ms. Belle held up a hand. “I said no such thing, that is why I asked you to stay. I want you to start keeping up with the chapter work, and you have time to hand in what you’re missing. But I want to get to the root of the problem now. So, you tell me – what can we do to optimize your performance at home?”

Spike shrugged.

“Do you play video games or use the computer a lot?”

“Sure.”

“We’ll start there. Hide your controllers and television remote until you are done with your work, then reward yourself with them. You could divide homework time if you wish, part when you get home and part after dinner, perhaps.”

“I guess.” Spike scrunched his face. “Seems kinda childish to have to hide my stuff.”

“Not so. I find that positive reinforcement is a very effective teaching aid. A reward system for good work will encourage you, even if you don’t realize it.”

“Okay.”

“If I may ask, what sort of support system do you have at home to help you? Parents, siblings?”

“I live with my mom, I’m an only child. But she doesn’t know much about writing.”

“What about a girlfriend?”

Spike blushed. “N-no.”

“Then we would have to rely on your own self-discipline to succeed.” Ms. Belle looked away, thinking. “Are there any home problems bothering you that perhaps you would like to speak to myself or the guidance counselor about?”

“No.”

“I see.” She murmured and held her marking book closer, her arms around it with one finger tapping the spine. “I know of a couple of college tutors that may be willing to give a little help without a fee…”

Spike stopped paying attention, finding something of far greater interest further down her body. With her marking book pressed against her stomach as it was, Ms. Belle’s breasts seemed to pop off her torso more prominently than ever. Her pale blue blouse was loose on her, but Spike’s imagination filled in the details that it was a size too small, the fabric stretching to contain her breasts and the nubs of her nipples poking through.

“Spike?”

Spike imagined reaching his hands up to cup those glorious mounds, bouncing their heft in his palms. “Huh?”

“Spike!”

Spike jerked from his thoughts and back to his seat. “Yes?” He looked up to see Ms. Belle glaring at him.

“You were staring,” she said slowly.

“No I wasn’t!” Spike blurted. “I mean, I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry!” Spike looked away, blushing furiously. After several seconds of silence he slowly turned his eyes back.

Ms. Belle had set her mark book on her desk and had her hands on the edge to lean back.

“Normally when you ogle me you have the courtesy to do it when you think I don’t notice.”

Spike’s eyes widened. “I don’t ogle you! I just—”

“Spike.” Her voice made him stop himself. Ms. Belle raised her head slightly. “I will not tolerate dishonesty from you. Understood?”

Spike hurriedly nodded.

“Good. Then you agree that when I ask you a question, I expect the truth, yes?” Ms. Belle looked at him evenly for a moment. “Do you find me attractive, Spike?”

Spike nodded.

“A nod is not an answer I’ll accept.”

Spike swallowed heavily. “I… I think you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.” He sucked in a breath as the confession left him.

Ms. Belle gave a soft laugh. “Is that so? Is that why you find it so easy to pay attention in class, hm?”

Spike began to nod but stopped. “Yeah. I just, you always look so, you know… ‘wow’. I just stare and listen and stare… I guess the lessons seep in that way. And the way you read…” He swallowed again, feeling out of breath even as he sat still. “Your accent is hot.”

“Yet you didn’t hear me just now, when you were staring at me. What were you looking at so intently?”

“Your…” Spike forced himself to look at her face. “Your chest.”

“And what were you thinking about concerning my chest?”

“Everything.” Spike had to struggle not to lower his eyes from Ms. Belle’s. “How they’d look, how they’d feel, what I’d do to them.” He clenched his eyes.

“I see.” Ms. Belle looked down at him for a moment, then stood and crossed the room. Spike watched as she moved to the door of the classroom, slowly clicked the latch shut, and then came back to lean against the desk again. A long period of time passed without her speaking, and Spike felt his palms sweat.

“I’m sorry,” he said at last. “I didn’t mean to drift off while you were talking. I’ll try harder on my homework. Please, don’t report me or suspend me or fail me because I’m a pervert. I’ll keep my mind on the class from now on, I promise.”

He looked up at Ms. Belle to gauge her reaction and found her staring at him. Slowly, her lips curved into a smile, and Spike felt his tension begin to diffuse at the sign of acceptance.

Then, one of the hands on her desk came up to her blouse and swiftly undid the top button.

Spike’s eyes bulged. “W-what are you doing?”

Ms. Belle undid another button. “Is that not obvious?”

Spike struggled to respond but could only watch, transfixed, as button by button the blouse was opened. A small strip of lacy black fabric met his eyes and Spike’s jaw dropped.

When the last button was undone, Ms. Belle untucked her blouse from her skirt and calmly slid it off her arms, folding it and placing it on her desk. That done, she resumed her casual lean with her arms to the side.

A vision of nothing less than pure beauty filled Spike’s eyes. Ms. Belle’s breasts were as perfect as he had always imagined. Large, round, firm, sitting high and proud on her chest cupped by a lace black bra. He let his eyes wander south to a firm, toned stomach and rounded hips, Ms. Belle’s smooth alabaster skin creating a sea of breathtaking curves.

“Wow…” Spike couldn’t help but gape, in awe of what he was. This was really happening. Not some fantasy or dream. His teacher was standing not three feet away around him with her top off, allowing him to stare at her bra-clad breasts without shame. Would she let him touch them, taste them? Act out the hours he had spent imagining the things he would do to them if only he had the chance?

“Ms. Belle?”

“Spike,” her voice cut through the haze of lust. “I think it may be more appropriate to start calling me Rarity at this juncture.”

Spike just nodded.

“Say it, if you please.”

Spike looked up at his teacher with newly enlightened eyes. “You’re even more beautiful than I ever imagined, Rarity.” As her first name fell from his lips he felt as though a shroud had been lifted between them.

Rarity smiled. “Am I? Have you spent much time imagining what I look like naked, Spike?”

“Lots of time.”

“Have you masturbated while thinking about touching my breasts?”

“Oh yeah.” Spike took a step forward and raised a hand.

The response was instantaneous; Rarity lifted a hand from her desk, now clutching a ruler, and swiftly rapped it over the back of Spike’s hand.

Spike yelped and snatched his hand back. “What was that for?”

Rarity gave him a pouty glare and patted the ruler in her palm. “Did I say you could touch me?”

“I just thought, you said...”

“Did I?”

Spike shook his head. “No.”

“You may look all you like, Spike, but you are not to touch me.” Rarity set her hand holding the ruler back on the desk. “I want you to show me how you touch yourself.”

Spike’s lustful haze broke. “What?”

“Stand up and drop your pants.”

Spike stared at her, but any playfulness she had held before was gone. 

“Are you serious?”

“What about this circumstance would make you think I’m not?” Rarity waved a hand in the air. “I have partially disrobed. You may do the same in return.”

Spike slowly nodded. He stood up and stepped into the aisle and undid his belt. He pushed his pants down to his ankles, revealing his tented boxers.

Rarity looked directly at them and shook her head. “Those, too.”

Spike obeyed the command and pushed his underwear down. His cock was already hard as a rock from the show he had been given and he had to pull his waistband out to get it down past the head. He looked up at Rarity and saw her staring directly at his dick. He hoped he was above average. He had nothing to compare to but porn stars and that was hardly fair.

“Well?”

“Well, what?”

Rarity gestured a hand. “Show me how you touch yourself when thinking about my breasts.”

“You mean, now, here?”

“Of course.”

Spike nodded. He reached down and put a hand on his cock, and then began to stroke. I’ve never done this while someone watched me. He could feel Rarity’s eyes on him, on his hand, even as he avoided looking at her face. With nothing else in the room particularly of interest under the circumstances, Spike felt he had no choice but to continue openly staring at her breasts.

They really were the most perfect pair he could imagine. The pale, curved flesh bulged from the black lace of her bra, they almost seemed to glow against the dark fabric. They were large enough to fill his hands comfortably and balloon against his fingers as he squeezed. Spike found his hand moving faster, his hesitation vanishing. The object of all his sexual desires for the past several months had bared herself to him and asked him to jerk off to her; who was he to refuse?

“What are you thinking about?” Rarity asked.

“Your boobs,” Spike breathed, vigorously pumping his hand over his shaft. In his mind’s eye he saw Rarity slide off the traps of her bra and pull down the cups, exposing cherry red nipples to the cool air.

“Details.”

“Squeezing them, bouncing them.” Spike’s mental image of Rarity pulled his head down to her breast to suckle. Spike groaned. “I’m gonna wrap my hands around them and hold them while I suck your nipples.”

“Suck them?”

“Oh, I’d suck ‘em.” Spike openly licked his lips. “I’d give every inch of those babies a tonguewashing.” The hand on his dick moved faster, jerking himself off with full gusto.

“Is that all?”

“Hell no.” Spike moaned. “I want you to lay on your back so I can fuck your tits. I wanna hold them together so I can pump my cock between them and make you watch.”

“Are you imagining that now, Spike?”

Spike grunted as he stroked his cock faster and faster, precum lubricating his hand and running down his head. “Oh yeah. I’d fuck them good and blow my load all over them.” He could see Rarity on his bed at home, spread eagle, watching with a wide grin as Spike’s cock pistoned in and out of her cleavage, the head almost poking her chin. He could see her titflesh quivering and shaking with his thrusts. 

“Then what?”

“We do it again… you get on your knees and let me thrust into them.” Spike gasped out as he pictured Rarity on her knees in front of him, black bra splattered white with his seed. She tossed the garment aside to cup her tits around his shaft and began to bounce on her ankles. Spike shuddered. “Oh shit, I’d cum on those tits again and again, all night long.” His free hand gripped the desk to steady, his hips jerking into his hand.

“You look like you’re about to climax, Spike. Are you?”

“Yeah.” Spike nodded. The hand moving on his cock like greased lightning tightened and kept up its pace as he felt his orgasm approach.

“Go ahead, then.”

In his mind’s eyes, Rarity spoke the words and opened her mouth wide, looking up at Spike with pleading eyes.

Spike threw his head back. “Ms. Belle!” Jets of thick white cum flew from the head of his cock, landing on the tiled floor. He kept jerking, bringing forth five powerful spurts, before the sixth bulged out the tip and ran down over his fingers. Spike convulsed wildly, his hips thrusting into the air, his face stretched in pleasure.

When it subsided Spike collapsed into his chair. His strength left him and he felt limp, his cum-coated hand falling to his side. He looked up at Rarity and saw her watching him with an impassive look. 

Spike panted for breath and grinned. “That was awesome.”

“Well, that is your opinion.”

“Huh?”

Rarity sighed. “I must say I’m quite disappointed in you, Spike. Although, not entirely surprised, either. You are a man, after all. It is an discomfitingly common trend for males to give in to their most primal, selfish urges when making love.” Rarity took a box of tissues from her desk and tossed it on Spike’s. “Clean yourself up, and this mess on the floor, too.”

Confused and embarrassed, Spike took a tissue and wiped off his hand and his deflating prick, and then got on his knees to wipe up his cum. He looked up when he was done to see Rarity finishing buttoning up her blouse and tucking it back in her skirt. He took the hint to do the same and pulled his pants and underwear up.

 “I’m sorry, Rarity, but I’m confused.” Spike zipped his pants and did his belt. “You just asked me to jerk off to your tits. You told me to and you watched me. And now you’re angry at me for doing it?”

“I said I wanted to see how you masturbated while thinking about my breasts.”

“That’s what I just said.”

“No, you didn’t, and that’s the problem.” Rarity took a breath. “I can tell we have a lot of work to do. Fortunately I believe that, with dedication, this will be a resounding success. You’re certainly motivated well enough, with how quickly you achieved climax.”

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s as I said, Spike. I believe that a positive reinforcement reward system is a very effective aid in education.”

Rarity stood up straight and folded her arms, looking down at Spike with the same look he was used to seeing when she listed school work at class’s end. “Tonight, you will complete the reading for chapter seven and answer all the questions at the end of the chapter. Remember to answer them on lined paper, do not write in the textbook.”

“Okay…”

“Additionally, you are going to have a shower tonight, and you are going to masturbate while thinking about me joining you.”

“What!?” Spike shrieked.

“You do not need to think of my breasts or any other particular body part. Just me in the shower with you.” Rarity continued to speak as though Spike hadn’t. “When you’re done, write a one-page summation of what you imagined while you masturbated, and bring it with you tomorrow. We’ll take up both of your assignments after class.”

“…my assignments?”

“Yes. Any questions?” Rarity looked at Spike expectantly.

“Several, first of which, what the fuck is going on?”

“Watch your language in my classroom, Spike.”

“Language? I just jerked off telling you all the ways I’d play with your boobs!”

Rarity took her ruler and snapped it on the edge of Spike’s desk, making him jump. “That kind of language, and the thought processes behind them, are what we will discuss in your next lesson. But that will wait until tomorrow. You have your homework for tonight.” Rarity gestured a hand to the door. “You may go.”

Spike slowly stood up and hefted his backpack onto his shoulder. “This… this really happened, right?”

“Yes, it did.”

“And tomorrow we’ll have another… ‘lesson’.”

“Yes. Presuming you finish your homework, that is.” Rarity smiled. “Consider that the reward system I’ll be using. If either assignment tomorrow is unsatisfactory, I’ll be sending you home after class instead. Do a good job, though, and we’ll see where the lesson plan takes us.”

“Does this lesson plan end with us fucking?”

Rarity frowned. “No. Provided you complete it adequately, it will end with us making love.” Spike began to respond but Rarity held up a hand to silence him. “The fact that you cannot recognize the distinction between the two is what I meant before.” Her frown turned into a smile. “Trust me, Spike, when I say it is far better to be a generous lover than a selfish one. You are most certainly the latter. Tomorrow, I begin teaching you how to be the former.”

“Oh.” Spike slowly nodded. “Okay. I think I see.”

“Excellent.” Rarity reached out to straighten out a twisted strap on Spike’s bag. “Have a good night and complete those assignments, and I’ll see you tomorrow.” She walked to the door of the room, unlocked it, and pulled it open. “Run along, now.”

Spike walked out the door of the room and waited in the doorway for it to close behind him. He took a deep breath before resuming his step.

Part of him had absolutely no idea what had just happened in that classroom.

Most of him hoped it would happen again tomorrow.
> Tuesday's Lesson
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Tuesday’s Lesson


Most of Spike’s day before English had been spent in anxious anticipation of what would happen when fourth period rolled around. The sight of Rarity’s breasts cupped by a bra, an image of unashamed perfection, had burned into his eyes and made it impossible to concentrate on his classes for the day. He remembered taking notes and seeing one teacher put on a video, but he couldn’t remember details.

Once English had actually begun, Spike’s behavior was a complete reversal of his norm. He found himself keeping his eyes on the textbook or his binder as he took notes and read along with the lesson. Whenever Rarity so much as turned towards him, Spike made sure he was looking at his desk. Even when she wasn’t looking his way, he tried to keep from looking at her. She was as beautiful as ever – a pale teal blouse, blue pencil skirt, luscious violet hair tied up in a bun, scarlet glasses on her nose.

And every time he glanced at her, his eyes zeroed in on her chest and filled in the fantasy of her buttons snapping and her breasts popping out to say “Hello”, jiggling in the confines of a black bra.

She was truly confusing. She had let Spike look at her tits and ordered him to jerk off to them. But then she hadn’t let him touch her and had seemed disappointed in what he had done. Spike rationalized she had to have some sort of sexual interest in him – she absolutely wouldn’t have done this otherwise – but he couldn’t figure out the reason for her mixed signals. In the back of his mind he wondered if his fellow students knew what had happened yesterday and what could possibly happen within the hour once their lesson had ended. Did she have the same concern? Was she perhaps ashamed?

The ring of the school bell snapped Spike out of his thoughts and up from his binder in time to see Rarity close her textbook. “Well, that’s all for today. If you didn’t read the introductory to the chapter yesterday and weren’t paying attention today, you are now officially behind. Read it tonight, along with the subsequent materials up to the first review quiz. We’ll do it together in-class tomorrow.”

Spike stayed seated as the rest of the class left, Rarity holding the door for them to smile and nod in response to their farewells. Once they were gone she closed the door behind her, paused for a moment, and then twisted the door lock. Spike kept his eyes pointed down until the blue fabric of her skirt came into his field of view.

“Spike.”

He slowly raised his head to look up Rarity.

“Did you complete the questions you missed?”

“Yes, Ms. Belle – er, Rarity.” He pulled a sheet of paper from his binder and held it up to her.

Rarity took the paper, moved behind her desk, and sat down. She opened her marking book and began reading over Spike’s answers, her red pen moving over his paper. She paused and frowned, putting a nail on a line. “What is this word you meant here? ‘Piosity’?”

“How pious they were. Like, religious faith and that.”

“The proper adjective for pious is ‘piousness’, ‘piosity’ is not a word. I’ll give you a half-mark for the error, you otherwise have the thought behind your answer right.”

“Sorry.” Spike shuffled in his seat as Rarity continued her marking. When she was done she penned something in her mark book, closed it, and gave Spike a smile.

“Very well done, Spike. Seventeen and a half out of twenty. It would have been eighteen had you known that word.”

“Cool.” Spike returned her smile, hoping it didn’t betray his nervousness even as he knew it would.

“Here you are.” Rarity held the paper up. Spike stood up and walked forward to take hold of it. “And your other assignment, that was also completed?” Rarity asked.

Spike nodded. “Yeah.”

“Read it to me.”

Spike began to exclaim in surprise but caught himself – this was hardly the most surprising thing she had asked of him lately. He turned and reached into his binder to grab a second paper. When he turned forward he looked at Rarity for a moment before lowering his eyes to the paper.

“I’m showering when I see a shadow on the curtain. I watch it get pulled back to reveal Ms. Belle, nude. She’s… gorgeous.” Spike swallowed. “She doesn’t say a thing. She steps into the shower with me and pulls the curtain shut. I grab her ass and pull her against me.” He glanced up at Rarity and saw her watching him, her face passive. She nodded and gave a small wave of her hand.

“I-I kiss her, tongue in her mouth. I can feel her tits squished against my chest and my dick is rubbing against her stomach. I back her up against the wall and stop kissing her so I can reach down, grab her thighs, and pull her up and thrust into her. Rarity moans as I pound her against the shower wall, her tits bouncing over my face.”

Spike shifted on his feet; reading his perverse writing had made him hard as a rock, and he was sure Rarity could see it. He didn’t look up at her this time, he simply swallowed and continued. “When I can’t hold her up anymore, I let her feet down and turn her around. She braces her hands on the shower wall and I thrust into her from behind. I bite on her neck and hear her gasp. I can feel her ass smacking as I pound into her, see her hands sprayed on the tile, hear her moan and mewl. I feel her clench and she calls out my name as she cums, and I let myself go inside her.”

His tale finished, Spike lowered his paper and kept his eyes down.

“Look at me, Spike.”

Spike reluctantly raised his head to see Rarity looking at him, her eyes calm behind her glasses, her hands folded under her chin.

“Do you know what it means to be a ‘generous lover’?” she asked. Spike shook his head. Rarity nodded. “A generous lover is one who focuses their efforts on the pleasures of their partner without regard for their own pleasure. It is engaging in acts they will enjoy even if it brings no pleasure to you, and not minding that.”

She gave a small frown. “You, Spike, are not a generous lover. Just the opposite, you are a selfish lover. Your fantasy contained no foreplay, no instance of speech between us, and no act on your part to pleasure me: you simply kissed me and sheathed yourself inside me to enjoy yourself.”

“Oh.” Spike felt stupid for not having a longer response.

“It’s an unfortunate trend for men to be selfish lovers. I’m sure it is no great revelation to point out to you that men often objectify women, yes?” Spike nodded, and Rarity continued. “They view women as objects of lust, vessels to help them achieve climax without care for if she does the same. Of course, not all men think that way, but many do. You are one of them.”

“I’m sorry.” Spike felt his face heat and swallowed heavily.

“I’ll not say ‘that’s alright’ or some such, because it isn’t. However, I will say that you should not feel guilt or shame for it. You’re yet a young man, Spike, still shaping his views on relationships and sexuality.” She hesitated for a moment. “To put this gently – I am not angry at you for lusting for me selfishly, because you don’t yet know any better.”

“Okay. I… ‘kay.”

Rarity sat back in her chair and gave a small smile. “It is important that you develop healthy attitudes on sex and sexuality, especially at this developmental stage of your life. And that is what our work is going to be, Spike. I am going to teach you to be a generous lover. To respect your partner as you would expect her to respect you, so you may both enjoy having sex more than if you were each selfish and cared only for your own pleasures.”

Spike nodded again.

“You’ve done a lot of affirmations of what I’ve said. I want you to respond more eloquently, now.” Rarity put her elbows on the arms of her chair to clasp her hands over her blouse.

“Well… I see what you mean. I think. It makes sense.” Spike licked his lips. “I mean, it’s nothing new to hear about how I should respect women and all that. But I never really thought I didn’t respect them.”

“I by no means think you are a sexist, Spike, so you don’t need to worry about that. You get along quite well with your female classmates and I have heard no complaints about you from my fellow teachers.” She gave a small wink. “Occasional ogling aside.” Spike blushed again.

Rarity became more serious again. “That said, I think it’s a common thing to have difficulty reconciling the ideas of respecting a woman as more than a sex object, and not repressing one’s sexual desires for her. Society in general widely holds the view that one’s sexuality is something to be repressed and ashamed of. I’m sure you can recognize that I do not share that view.” She pursed her lips and shook her head. “However, I’m not an expert on such things and it isn’t entirely relevant to our personal discussions here, so I shall digress no further.”

“You seem to understand it, though,” Spike noted. “Like, you know this stuff pretty well.”

“The Health and Sexual Education instructor, Ms. Breeze, is a dear friend of mine. She often relates such topics to me when I discuss my relationships with her. But that is something you need not concern yourself with.” Rarity bowed her head. “As I said, our goal is to teach you to be a generous lover and in doing so develop healthy attitudes towards sex and sexuality, both in how you view yourself and how you view women.”

“And how are we going to do that?”

“A reward system.” Rarity slowly stood up and walked around the desk to stand in front of Spike. She leaned back, hands on the edge of the desk, legs crossed at the knees. She looked down at Spike with a smile. “You desire me, Spike. I am willing to make those desires a reality for you. But if you want to have me, you are going to have to earn me.” She gave a small chuckle. “Think of it as a quest to win your lady fair, sir knight.”

Spike let his eyes rake up over Rarity’s body until he got to her face. He felt himself get hard again. “You really mean that? You’d let me fu—” He caught himself, remembering Rarity’s distaste for the word. “If I prove myself, and impress you, and earn it… you’d have sex with me.”

Rarity leaned forward, her smile widening. Spike could have sworn her lips were glowing ruby red as she opened her mouth.

“Yes.”

His cock immediately grew rock hard under his desk.

Rarity gestured her head up. “Stand up and come here.” She put a hand out to point at the floor in front of her.

Spike stood and slowly stepped up to the front of the desks. Rarity reached up and methodically took off her glasses, snapped the arms shut, and lay them on her desk. She reached up to her hair, removed the needle holding the bun in place, and shook her hair out. Deep violet strands cascaded down her back, the ends curling up.

She hadn’t broken eye contact with Spike the entire time.

Rarity tilted her head up, blue eyes glistening.

“Kiss me.”

Spike opened his mouth and quickly shut it; they were long past the point where he should have to ask for clarification. He settled for nodding and stepped closer until he was directly in front of Rarity. At this distance he noted they were almost the same height – he had always thought she was taller than him. He leaned in, watching her face for a response, but she had the same expression as she had during lessons, what he thought of as an ‘authoritative boredom’. Clunkily, he closed his eyes and pressed his lips against her.

He held himself there for several seconds, listening and focusing, to see if he could hear or feel any reaction. There was none. He could tell she was still facing the same way, her lips closed. Was he doing something wrong? Spike pulled back and sucked his lips in, wondering if she would be looking at them.

Looking at him evenly, Rarity slowly inhaled and shook her head. “You’re nervous.”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

Spike frowned. “You… you asked me to kiss you.”

“Yesterday I asked you to masturbate while describing to me how you would treat my breasts during sex.”

“This is totally different!” Spike blurted, shaking his head and grunting. He stepped away and kept his eyes closed. “Like, you want me to kiss you romantic or something! There’s a big difference between kissing someone and feeling up their tits!” He winced as he finished and waited for the reprimand for his crude language.

“Good.”

He popped his eyes open and raised his head. Rarity was smiling at him.

“Huh?”

“What is that difference, Spike?”

“Y-you know… your boobs are, sexy, hot. And kisses are, not that. Or, they are, but… you know?”

Rarity’s smile changed from one of satisfaction to one of amusement. “Even when you’re trying, your vocal vocabulary is considerably simpler than your written vocabulary. Have you noticed that?”

“Uh-huh.” Spike blushed. “I’ve never been one for speaking.”

“Well, even if you cannot articulate what you mean, I can tell you understand it. You just don’t know you do. Come here.”

Spike edged back towards Rarity.

“Closer.”

He looked at the ground and put his feet on either side of Rarity’s. He looked back up and gasped; her face was barely an inch from his.

“Spike.”

“Y-yeah?”

“I want you to look at my face. And when you’re ready, kiss me.”

Spike looked into her eyes. They seemed impossibly large, bright blue and almost glowing. Her face was so perfect, firm and soft in just the right places. His eyes fell on her lips, bright red, glistening, plump, parted ever so slightly. He could feel her breath on his face, see the sheen on her lips from the lights overhead.

He had always known Ms. Belle was sexy, as hot and gorgeous as any woman could be.

He hadn’t taken much time before now to notice she was stunningly beautiful.

Before he knew what he was doing, Spike grabbed her hips to pull her against him, and then swooped forward and kissed her.

He felt the air escape her in a rush and took that as a good sign. He stood up straighter and used the hands on her waist to pull her into position with him. His mouth gnawed against hers, drawing her lower lip between them and gently pulling. He felt Rarity’s lips close over his own in response and his heart skipped.

More. Closer. Deeper. Those were the only thoughts on Spike’s mind. He tightened his hands on her hips and pulled her flush against him, tried to get his mouth closer to her. He could feel her lips, so sweet, so soft, brushing against his tongue. He didn’t even think about if he could or should and merely did; he let his tongue slide into her mouth. Rarity met his tongue with her own and the two tapped and caressed each other.

Distantly, Spike became aware that he was out of breath. He tried to suck in a breath through his nose but it wasn’t enough. His sense of reason overruled his libido and he pulled back and gasped. He heard Rarity do the same and opened his eyes.

Her face was flushed, her lips swollen and bright, her eyes half-closed. Rarity’s eyelashes fluttered and she opened her eyes to look at Spike. He realized then he was still holding her against him and became aware he could feel her breasts pillowing against his chest. His legs were still on either side of hers; could she feel his erection pressing through his jeans and against her skirt? He swallowed heavily, wondering if he should step back and not being willing to.

Rarity slowly licked her lips.

“That, Spike, is a kiss.”

“No shit.”

Rarity burst out giggling while Spike inwardly groaned at his blurted-out exclamation. At least it didn’t seem to offend her.

“References to kissing have been found in texts dating from over five thousand years ago. I daresay it would not be an exaggeration to presume that humans have known how to kiss longer than we’ve known how to write. It’s something that even transcends most cultural and ethnic boundaries. Throughout the ages, kisses have been used to show affection almost worldwide”

“Really?” Spike had to admit he was intrigued by the subject. “How come it’s so widespread that everyone does it?”

“Well, not everyone does it, but it is very common. Why is hard to say. Most theories about it suggest it’s an evolutionary leftover from animal behaviors associated with mating rituals and procreation, which is why it can have such a powerful effect on us – it triggers something instinctual, primal.” Rarity raised an eyebrow and her lips twitched into a small smirk. “Not entirely unlike the male obsession with breasts even though they serve no sexual functions other than being erogenous zones.”

“Heh… yeah…” Spike tried not to look down at where her breasts were still pressing against him. The feel was distracting enough.

“Whatever the reason, it is what it is. A kiss is one of the most basic expressions of physical attraction we have.” Rarity reached up and wrapped her arms around Spike’s neck. He tensed as she pulled them closer, until their noses were almost touching. “But… when done properly…” Her breath was sweet; he thought he recognized the scent. Peppermint? “It can be very effective at arousing a partner.”

To his surprise it was Rarity that closed the gap. Spike didn’t let himself think too hard on that and instead just closed his eyes enjoyed it.

Kissing Rarity was a feast for the senses. He could smell faint traces of her shampoo, a soft and gentle smell, he could hear the brushing of clothes and the smacking of lips, he could taste her mouth as her tongue ran over his lips and then coiled around his. And he could feel her body pressed against him, her hips in his hands, her breasts against his shirt, her legs alongside his. The heat coming off the woman in his arms was a drug, wrapping around him and plunging him into intoxicating lust.

Rarity broke the kiss. “Spike.”

Spike opened his eyes. “Y-yeah?”

Rarity’s eyes were dark. “What are you thinking about right now?”

“How really damn amazing it is to kiss you.” Spike descended to kiss her again, but a finger on his lips stopped him. Just like that the spell of passion broke and he pulled his head up. “What?”

“I think that’s enough for today.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No. I do have actual work I need to do.” She patted Spike on the shoulder. “If you please.”

Spike stepped back to let Rarity move around the desk and sit down. He shook his head at her. “…seriously?”

“Yes.” Rarity smiled and leaned back in her chair. “We’ll continue our lessons tomorrow.”

Spike nodded. “Okay…”

“You seem confused.”

“After what we did the first day, this seems kinda tame.”

“Is that so?” Rarity raised an eyebrow. “Given the choice between staring at my breasts while you pleasure yourself, and embracing me and kissing me, which would you rather do?”

Spike looked down at her blouse. “Refresh my memory?”

“Spike…”

“Yeah, I know.” He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. “Like, that was, wow. I didn’t know a kiss could be that good.”

“Anyone who tells you foreplay isn’t important, Spike, is someone who doesn’t understand the principle behind the idea.” Her eyes lit up and she raised a finger. “Ah, that reminds me, your homework for tonight.” She pulled her marking book over and flipped through it. She ran a finger down a spreadsheet and tapped a row. “As I told the rest of the class, you should be caught up on the current reading up to the first practice quiz. Do not do it, however, we’ll be doing it together in-class tomorrow.” She tilted her head and frowned. “I should also say ‘please do not peek at the questions before class’, but the honor system rarely works on high school students and quizzes.”

Spike stifled a snicker by pretending he was sniffling. “And for my catch-up?”

“Chapter six, you missed the final review quiz. I have marks for the two practice quizzes here, so I’ll presume you still have your answer sheet for those?” She looked up and Spike nodded. “Those will be helpful for review, but many questions are reworded or not present at all. You don’t need to re-read the entire chapter, but you’ll need to skim it for answers.”

“Okay.” Spike breathed deep. “What about my, er, ‘extra-credit’?”

“Of course.” Rarity shut her marking book and leaned her elbows on her desk to clasp them under her chin. “I want you to think of all the different ways you could arouse me without me taking off my clothes or you reaching under them. That means no direct contact with my groin area, either.”

Spike frowned. “How am I supposed to know what you’d like?”

“Exactly; use your imagination.” Rarity’s eyebrows lifted, and she gave a small smirk. “I will not accept any sort of answer involving my breasts. While that is a valid way to arouse a partner, your interest in mine is well-founded enough that it’s no work of the imagination to think of ways you could fondle them.” Spike blushed furiously as Rarity continued. “Think of at least five ways, but try for ten. Point form short sentences will be fine.”

“Sounds good.” Spike nodded. “You’re not going to dock me marks for guessing something that doesn’t work, are you?” He gave a crooked smile to punctuate the joke.

“We’ll see after we try them out.”

Spike did a double take. “Say what?”

“Good night, Spike.” Rarity bowed her head towards him with a smile. “Please close the door on your way out.”

Spike stood still to confirm she was serious. Rarity reached to one of the plastic shelves on her desk and pulled out a stack of stapled papers, and flipped to a divider in her marking book. One by one she pulled the stapled papers into the binder and began reading down them, her pen scratching in her book.

“Good night, Ms. Belle.” Spike walked to the door of the room and pulled it open. Before stepping into the hall he looked back at her for a response. When she briefly turned her eyes his way and nodded, he lifted his hand in a wave and left, gently pulling the door shut behind him.
> Wednesday's Lesson
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Wednesday’s Lesson

 
Spike’s pen scratched a check mark next to his pencil-written answer on a sheet of lined paper, then he moved his hand to the next line.

Rarity put a hand to her throat and quietly cleared her voice before speaking. “Question twenty: Which Saint were Chaucer’s characters going to worship in The Canterbury Tales?” She looked up from her book and swept her eyes over the class. “Anyone?” Several students turned away or kept their heads down as she looked among them. “Assassinated by King Henry II? Had an order of knights founded in his name?”

Spike gasped and shot his hand up. “Saint Thomas!” Rarity turned her head. Spike lowered his hand and smiled. “Saint Thomas of Canterbury.”

Rarity nodded. “Saint Thomas, who now?”

“Uh…” Spike’s eyes darted away. ”B…Bogart? No, Becket! Thomas Becket.”

“Correct.” Rarity returned his smile at last. “Well done, Spike.” She looked over the class again. “If you had Saint Thomas, Thomas Becket, Thomas of Canterbury, or some similar combination of those titles, give yourself the mark.” She looked at a few specific students as hands moved to mark their answers. “If you did not have at least the name ‘Thomas’ in your answer, mark yourself incorrect. If you’re unsure, leave it blank and I’ll decide. I will notice if you erased an incorrect answer, Rumble.”

“Yes, Ms. Belle,” came a muffled reply from the back of the room.

Rarity looked up at the clock over the door. “We’ve finished four minutes early today. If you scored at least a sixteen out of twenty on the quiz, you may leave now. If you scored less than sixteen, remain behind and use the remaining time to correct the questions you got wrong. Review the reading for the answers and write them beside your original.” The screeching of chairs being pushed back filled the room. “And don’t think I won’t be keeping track of who’s leaving to make sure they passed,” Rarity said, raising her voice above the clamor. “If I find otherwise from your papers, you’ll be making up these four minutes tomorrow, with interest.”

Spike glanced over his shoulder and smirked as he saw some students sit down after Rarity had given her warning. He glanced back up at Rarity as she moved to the door, her book held open in her hand.

“Place your tests on my book as you leave, please. If you don’t hand in a test, you don’t get to leave.”

She’s so hot when she gets commanding. Spike wasn’t much interested in dom-sub play, but there was definitely something arousing about seeing Rarity put the more unruly students in their place. Do well and she rewards you; slack off and she gets on you. Tough but fair. He fidgeted in his seat and looked at the sheet of paper tucked into a sleeve in his binder. Here’s hoping she likes my new assignment.

 

“Spike?” Spike turned his head to see a purple-haired girl in an orange hoodie looking down at him. She jerked her head at his test paper. “Ya got twenty, ain’t ya gonna go?”

“I’m good, Smolder.” Spike shook his head. “I wanna talk to her after class about some stuff.”

A boy in a red jacket pushed past Smolder, snorting, “Teacher’s pet,” as he passed. Smolder held up her hands and turned to walk out of the room.

The next few minutes passed quietly as students gradually packed up and left, Rarity waiting at the door for them to take their tests and bid farewell more curtly with some than with others. Spike passed the time re-checking his practice quiz answers from his make-up assignment.

When he heard the door close, Spike raised his head. Rarity walked to her desk and put her teacher’s book down. She slid the stack of test papers out of the book, tapped their edges on the desk to align them, and set them in an open file folder. Without sitting down she looked over the desk. “Spike, if you please?”

Spike stood, got his papers from his binder, approached the desk, and held them out. “My test and my make-up assignment.”

Rarity extended a hand to take the offering. “Very good.” She looked at the test sheet and smiled. “A perfect score, well done.”

“Thanks.”

“Did you have much trouble concentrating today?” Rarity’s eyes darted up behind her glasses, her lips curled in a knowing smile.

Spike let his eyes rake down her body, voluptuous curves concealed in a dark purple blouse and a light blue skirt. “I wanted to impress you,” he replied, bringing his eyes back to her face. He knew she had been watching as he looked her over, but where just forty-eight hours ago he would have sputtered an excuse, now he felt unashamed and free.

How can I be embarrassed about looking at her body when she’s about to ask me all the ways I’d feel her up?

 

“Well, you’ve certainly proven yourself adept at that.” Rarity’s smile didn’t fade as she set Spike’s test on top of the others and closed the file folder before looking at the other sheet he’d given her. She raised an eyebrow. “I see you took the liberty of marking your practice quiz, too.”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t have the marking sheet.”

“I double-checked every answer. After initially writing it.” Spike nodded. “I read the chapter closely.”

Rarity skimmed the paper and tilted her head. “Another perfect score. Well done, Spike.” She slid the paper into a shelf on her desk and pulled her marking book over.

Spike allowed himself a grin as she flipped through it. “So, teacher… do I get a reward for good marks?”

Rarity’s hand in her book paused and she lifted her head. “Spike, you’re doing very well all-around. Let’s not sully your improvement with egotism, shall we?”

Spike’s smile faltered. “Sorry. Just… we’re gonna, do stuff.” He rocked on his heels. “Kinda eager to get to it.”

“Overeagerness is unbecoming. I think you’ll find that to be a trait that is universally undesirable to women.” Rarity found the page she was looking for and picked up a red pen to jot Spike’s mark down on a class list. She closed the book and inhaled. “But, you have proven your commitment to this arrangement, in both ways. I see no reason to delay further.” She stepped back to the door of the classroom and turned the lock into place.

Spike waited patiently as Rarity returned, leaning on the front of her desk. “Retrieve your extra assignment and read it to me.”

“Right.” Spike moved to his desk and pulled out a piece of paper tucked away in a sleeve. He glanced at Rarity before reading. “Places I could touch Rarity to arouse her. Butt. Thighs. Feet. Shoulders. Hips. Stomach. Face. Scalp.” He finished and raised his head again.

Rarity waved a hand in the air. “Explain.”

“Butt and thighs are obvious. You hold them when you kiss and have sex. Feet and shoulders, maybe you like massages, and I know some people are turned on by that. Hips, for holding again. Stomach, I can tease touching your boobs. Face, kissing again. Scalp…” He scrunched his face. “I dunno about that one. I heard some people like having their hair rubbed?” He shook his head. “I kinda ran out of ideas and just threw it down as one more.”

“I see.” Rarity held out a hand. Spike stepped up and gave her the paper, each body part Spike had listed on its own line with a brief description like what he had given. Rarity nodded. “When you were listing these, how did you come up with them?”

“I thought of all the places I’d want to touch you when we kiss, or if we had sex,” Spike replied.

“Not a bad borderline.” Rarity gave the paper back to him. “However, do you know the true intent behind this exercise?”

“Think of what you’d like besides just the sex itself.”

“Close, but not quite.” Rarity smiled softly. “Your objective in touching me is to arouse me, Spike. But tell me, do you think just putting your hands on my hips or on my rear are going to do that?”

“No.” Spike shook his head. “It’s about mood. Like, if we were making out, and I suddenly grabbed your ass and pulled you against me, that’d be something. It’s not just where I touch you, but how.”

Rarity’s eyes lit up. She raised her hands in front of her chest and gave a short clap. “Very good, Spike. You are correct. But that is just the start.” Rarity inclined her head. “True, any of those places you listed could work to arouse me. But how would you know?”

Spike stopped himself from smiling; he’d rehearsed this conversation in his head at lunch. “I have to pay attention to you, see what you like, and respond.”

“Precisely.” Rarity’s smile widened. “You are an overachiever today.”

“Like you said, ‘a reward system can be effective’.” Spike looked at Rarity’s chest and swallowed heavily.

 

“I also told you to not mention my breasts on your list, but I’d say it’s plain you still gravitate towards them.” Rarity reached up to take off her glasses, setting them on her desk, and then undid her hair and shook it out, letting the violet curls bounce down to her shoulders. “I am not cruel, though, Spike. And given our next step, it would be impractical to bar them from your attentions. You may consider that restriction lifted.” She reached up and undid the buttons of her blouse. When she was done she calmly pulled her arms out of the sleeves and folded the garment on her desk.

Spike stared, knowing she was watching him and not caring. Her breasts really were breathtaking, perfectly round and just big enough to fill her bra nicely. The simple black fabric cups hid most of them from his eyes. Did she wear a more concealing bra on purpose today?

 

“Here is your lesson today, Spike,” Rarity began, drawing his focus back to her face to pay attention. “You may touch me wherever, however, you wish. The one exception is that you are to keep your hands away from my skirt, and it is to remain in-place. Your clothes must remain on, as well.”

“Okay…” Spike licked his lips. “What do you want me to do? With touching you, I mean?”

“I want you to give me an orgasm.”

Spike paused. “Say what?”

“I want you to give me an orgasm,” Rarity repeated.

Spike slowly processed what her request would equate to. “You want me to give you an orgasm, but I can’t touch your skirt. So that includes your pussy or anything around there?”

“They are off-limits, yes.” Rarity raised her head slightly. “You seem confused.”

“Well…” Spike scrunched his face. “I just mean, if I can’t touch you there then how am I supposed to…” he trailed off, suddenly feeling stupid for his objection. That was shortly followed by realizing what Rarity was actually expecting. “Oh. Right.”

“Yes.” Rarity smiled softly. She leaned back on the desk, her hands on the edge to hold herself up, and gave Spike an even look. “You may begin any time you are ready.”

Spike nodded. He slowly approached Rarity, his hands raised but not making contact. “I… um…”

“Is something else the matter?”

Spike nodded. “I wanna, ya know, the assignment. Just…” He swallowed heavily. “I’ve been wanting to touch you for so long. I didn’t have to think very hard coming up with the first half of that list.”

“Spike, look at me.” Spike raised his eyes to lock with Rarity’s. “Do not misunderstand, what I am trying to teach you is healthy sexual practices. And it is quite unhealthy to think you must devote yourself entirely to your partner’s pleasure without care for your own. I would never expect a lover to do that for me and I wouldn’t do it for them if they wanted it.”

“So, what you want is…”

“Spike, if you’ve been waiting to touch me for so long, recall that I have given you permission to do so.”

There was no further encouragement needed than that; Spike swooped forward, wrapped his arms around Rarity’s waist, and kissed her.

Spike closed his eyes and let his lips rest against hers, and his heart skipped a beat when he felt her put her arms around his neck and return the kiss. Arms around her waist, breasts pressing against his chest, her scent and her touch wrapped around him.

Would she let me tongue her? Spike considered it for a moment. No… this is enough. Maybe later. Just holding her is good enough for now.

 

After several moments – minutes, for all that Spike was aware of the passage of time – he pulled back and rested his forehead against Rarity’s. He opened his eyes and saw her staring at him, her eyes darkened in what he hoped was a lust to match his own.

He swallowed heavily, keeping their eyes locked. “I’ve really been waiting to do that.”

“I can tell,” Rarity whispered. A shift of her body made Spike inhale sharply when he felt his erection pressing against her waist. Spike looked down at her body, running a hand up and down her hip.

Spike had had plenty of dreams and fantasies of all the ways he would make love to his teacher: bending her over her desk and taking her from behind, sitting in her chair and letting her ride him, pressing her against a wall and wrapping her legs around his waist. But now that she was actually in his arms and he had an open invitation – nay, a command – to give her an orgasm, he found himself wondering what to do. Somehow he doubted that lifting Rarity up onto her desk and ravishing her would do the trick. Or would it?

Figure out what she likes, take a chance and see how she responds. Spike raised his eyes back to Rarity’s face, wondering how long she’d been watching him ponder what to do. She doesn’t want it rough, or hard, or any of that. She hasn’t been teaching you how to fuck, she’s been teaching you to make love. Spike’s mental voice lectured to him. You know how she wants to be treated. She’s been telling you for three days now.

 

Spike leaned in and pressed his lips to Rarity’s neck, firmly but briefly. He kissed his way down her collar, bringing a hand up to cup her breast through her bra. He pressed his hand into it and ran a thumb over the tip, feeling the small cloth-covered nipple underneath. His other hand stayed on her hip, holding her against him. He used the hand on her breast to reach up and slide her bra strap off her shoulder, and moved his head over to cover her skin with his lips, kissing up the other side of her neck.

Every fiber of Spike’s being had was focused on the woman in his arms. Rarity’s taste, her scent, the warmth of her skin on his lips and hands, it was a feast for his senses. But more than just his personal elation over having her, he carefully paid attention to her reactions to what he was doing. The sound of her breathing, the hands around his neck and on his back, either or both were cues on what she liked and how much. As far as he could tell so far, she didn’t dislike what he was doing, but that was hardly enough.

Make a move. Spike remembered the list she had him compose. It had been a review for this test she gave him. She said figuring out how and when to touch her was just the start. What did she mean? There was something he was missing, something she wanted him to figure out on his own. But he hardly had the freedom to stand there pondering it, or Rarity would sense his hesitation – presuming she couldn’t already.

Down the front of her collar and between her breasts, Spike continued his stream of kisses. He paused to turn his head and pay more attention to the soft flesh there, cupping a breast with his hand and kissing her nipple, gently drawing it between his teeth. Oh, how often he had wished to be in this exact position day after day, and now it was a reality. A part of him wanted to just sweep her onto her desk and feast on her breasts for hours. That’s the selfish part talking. Be generous. It’s not about you, it’s about her. Even reminding himself of that lesson, his suckling at Rarity’s chest seemed to please her, because she let out a soft sigh and the hands on his shoulders tightened slightly.

He forced himself to go further down. The smooth, toned planes of her stomach beckoned to his lips next. One kiss at a time he made his way to her waist where the pale blue fabric of her skirt barred his path any further.

“Spike,” came a gentle voice. He looked up and saw Rarity looking at him, her lips slightly parted. “I did tell you not to disturb my clothing there,” she admonished.

“I won’t,” Spike replied. He sank to his knees and ran his hands along the back of her legs, firm, lithe thighs running up into her skirt and away from his eyes and fingers. He massaged them as he examined the skirt. A few small lines and bunches of her legs beneath told him where to go, and he leaned in to kiss his teacher directly above her most intimate of areas.

It took a considerable amount of willpower not to grab the edge of the skirt, pull it down, and devour what Rarity was keeping hidden from him. She’ll let you, eventually. It’ll be worth it. Maybe she’ll even want you to. Spike’s eyes widened and his lips pulled back. Want me… He thought for a moment and, his face hidden from his teacher’s view, smiled. That’s it. That’s the secret.

 

Spike thought back to all his fantasies about her. He had once been certain that the simple touch of her hand on his dick, or a brush of lips against his, would be enough to make him climax. He had to make her feel the same lust he did, make her want him as much as he wanted her. But Spike’s lust for her hadn’t grown overnight, it had been cultivated from weeks, no, months, of his curiosity being denied sating. I know she wants it. I have to make her need it.

 

Armed with his epiphany, Spike put his hands on his teacher’s hip and began to push. He avoided looking up at her, partly to try and hide his intent and partly to hide his hesitation. He carefully turned her around until her rear end filled his field of view. Would that be considered off-limits for her skirt rule? Better not to chance it. He kissed up her back while he ran his hands up her front. He reached her shoulder blades and devoted more time to each, covering every bit of pale skin with his lips. 

On her front, his hands busied themselves with her breasts, cupping and squeezing them. He felt for the top of her bra and pulled it down, and his heart skipped a beat when he palmed her breasts again and felt her nipples brush his palm. Rarity moaned softly and tilted her head back, violet hair falling and brushing against his face.

He stood up fully now and gathered her hair in his hand to pull it over her front. Spike could barely contained his elation – he now had Rarity right where he wanted her. Hands on her breasts, lips against her neck, her body pressed against his chest, and the hardened bulge of his pants pressing into her backside. Wanting to make sure she could feel it, Spike gently bucked into her, rubbing his jeans into the curve of her backside. He broke into a grin when she gasped sharply and slightly jerked up, grinding back against him. He saw the fabric of her skirt push in to the gap in her cheeks, conforming itself to the shape of her backside and giving him a better view than ever of her there. Spike pushed into her again, wedging himself against her, and was rewarded with a moan and a roll of her hips.

This is how much I want you, Ms. Belle. Lips and tongue and teeth gently nipping at her neck, hands rubbing her chest and hips and stomach, dick riding up the plush cheeks of her ass. Spike worshipped her as a devoted pilgrim, making sure she could tell how thankful he was to be caressing this divine body. And, he hoped, stirring in her the same longing lust for him that he harbored for her.

Rarity’s breathing came heavy and quick. Her body no longer sculpted to his, she was arching forward, pushing her torso into his hands and her ass into his groin. He welcomed it, he could feel her rubbing up against his jeans, creating a delicious friction for him. He made sure the hands feeling up and down her front kept up their work, gave her no reprieve from their intimate act. He wasn’t letting go until he had completed his assignment, and he was certain he was about to pass with flying colors.

Again, the barrier of clothes between them frustrated Spike, but he ignored his need to unzip his pants or slide a hand down her skirt. Later, he promised his libido. His focus now was on driving Rarity to that edge, nudging her ever closer with every roll of his hip and rub of his fingers.

“Spike…” Rarity’s moan of his name was honey to his ears. His heart jumped at the sound.

 

“Yes, Rarity?” He whispered back in her ear and kissed the lobe.

“You’re… a good learner…” Rarity panted out.

A bit more, she was ready, he just needed a little more. Spike planted a hand flat on her midriff and held her up against him, making her grind her hips with him, keeping his jeans pressed into her skirt. She groaned and put her own hand on his, fingers spraying together, the heat of her palm scorching his skin. Meanwhile, his mind tried to think of an appropriate response to intensify her lust. Something arousing but not corny or dirty.

“I… have a good teacher.” Spike kissed her cheek gently and squeezed her breast with his hand. Rarity’s head rolled back and he saw her eyes closed, her lashes fluttering. Spike licked his lips and whispered. “I don’t want to disappoint her.”

Rarity’s eyes opened slightly and she brought her other hand to his cheek.

“Kiss me.”

He answered without hesitation. Rarity’s tongue pushed into his mouth with undeniable force and he answered with his own. The hand on his cheek shook and he opened his eyes.

Lips gnawing together, hands entwined, hips rolling as one, Spike watched in lustful curiosity as his teacher orgasmed at last. A loud, muffled moan came from her kiss and he swallowed it as her tongue ran over the roof of his mouth. She tightened in his arms, her hip movements suddenly halting, but her body shook gently. The hand on his face clenched, her nails pressing into his skin but not hard enough to draw blood.

After several seconds, Rarity broke the kiss with a loud gasp for breath. She went limp and Spike almost fell as he suddenly began fully supporting her weight, but the desk behind him kept him from going down. He didn’t move his hands from her stomach and breasts, now using them to keep her up instead of teasing her. Her head fell forward, her hair creating a violet curtain that obscured her face.

I just made Rarity cum.

 

The thought almost made Spike explode in his pants – it was only through sheer willpower of how embarrassing it would be and how disgusted she would be that he held back. He settled for kissing her neck again and listening to Rarity catch her breath.

When it seemed she could stand again, Spike spoke. “Do I pass?”

Rarity’s head turned and he was sure she was looking at him through her hair. Her hand quickly swept her hair out of the way and she pulled him into a deep kiss, her tongue running along his lips. Spike let her and moved his hands to her waist when she turned her body to face him without their lips parting.

Rarity pulled back and nodded. “Yes… very much so.”

The sight of his teacher, exhausted and flushed from the orgasm he had given her, made Spike’s chest swell. He rubbed up and down her hip and looked her over.

“Is it wrong that I feel proud?” he whispered. Was it right to be proud that his normally so carefully groomed and well-dressed teacher had been reduced to a sweaty, panty, sexy mess by his hand?

Rarity shook her head. “Not at all… personal pride in giving your partner pleasure is normal. It can be a good motivator, as long as you don’t let it go to your head.” Rarity carefully turned to step away and Spike moved aside. He watched her slowly step around her desk and sit down in her chair. She grabbed a water bottle from her desk and took a long drink. When she finished, it seemed that she had regained her bearings, because she gave a small frown.

“I did tell you not to touch my skirted area,” she said, a bit sternly.

“Actually…” Spike mentally debated his response, but his mouth ignored him and kept going, “you only said to keep my hands away.”

“I’m quite sure you’ll agree that grinding against me in such a fashion is a violation of the spirit of the rule.”

Spike hesitated before nodding. “Yeah. Sorry.”

Rarity took another drink and tilted her head. “Still… it was effective, at least. And within the parameters of testing, you did adhere to instructions on a purely technical level.” She looked at him again and smiled. “I’ll consider this a pass.”

Spike relaxed. “Thank you, Ms. Belle.”

She reached across the desk to her folded blouse and began putting it back on. “What was your methodology?”

“I made you want me as much as I wanted you,” Spike replied simply.

“Good. Evoking your partner’s desire is more than just what you do to them, it is the fact that you are the one doing it. That kind of emotional connection can deeply intensify sex to a level that physical acts cannot achieve alone.”

You’re telling me.

 

Rarity buttoned up her blouse and smoothed it out, then pulled her marking book over. She looked over a spreadsheet for a moment. “Chapter nine, there was a side assignment you missed concerning defining words in your own terms. That will be your homework tonight.” She raised her head. “And, you will make a list of all the places and positions we could make love.”

“Really?” Spike didn’t bother to hide his grin. “Do we get to practice them like we did the last list?”

Rarity didn’t chide his quip, only gave a small smile. “No. I want you to think about how each of us would have their pleasure heightened by each position. We’ll discuss it tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Ms. Belle.” Spike went to his desk and put his books into his bag.

“And, Spike.” He turned back at her voice. Rarity watched him carefully. “When you go home tonight, you are not going to masturbate.”

Spike paused. “Pardon?”

“You are not going to touch yourself tonight, or tomorrow night.”

“Um… okay.” When she didn’t elaborate, Spike prompted, “Why?”

Rarity smiled again. “After today, I’m quite sure you’ll make it so far, so I want you well-rested and ready for Friday night.”

Friday. Spike’s dick hardened again. The naming of a date made her promises of sex seem so much closer and real.

“Of course, Ms. Belle.” He nodded and shouldered his bag. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

She shook her head. “I think you’ve done enough for today. Thank you, Spike.”

Spike bit back another cheeky response and settled for leaving the room, glancing back at his teacher at the door to watch her pull a hair brush from her desk drawer and begin working her frazzled hair back into place.

Two days. Two more days.

Oh it would be worth the wait.
> Thursday's Lesson
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------


Thursday’s Lesson

Rarity was wearing tights today.

That hardly should have been the focus of Spike’s thoughts during the entirety of her class, but then it wouldn’t have been the first time he’d spent the entire hour-and-a-quarter musing on how beautiful and sexy his teacher was. Her attire today was a simple white blouse with a lavender skirt longer than her usual length, but Spike’s eyes focused on the length of sheer black fabric that ran under the skirt.

Previously on the occasion Rarity would wear tights for the day, Spike had hated them, because they hid his teacher’s well-formed legs from his eyes. After all they had been through, though, now he could see himself flipping that skirt up and rubbing her through her tights, watching in delight as she began to moan and writhe. And after he spent the entire period thinking about it, his dick felt ready to rip itself out of his jeans and demand he give it some relief.

Spike ignored it and paid as much attention as he could to Rarity’s lesson. At the least, he was able to absent-mindedly make notes. They would probably make more sense to him in a couple hours when he wasn’t busy thinking of the folded sheet of paper in the flap of his binder. By the time the bell rang, Spike had an entire page full of point-form notes he barely remembered making. 

Rarity turned away from the blackboard – it held a bunch of words with definitions scrawled next to them – and looked over the class. “A final reminder, your proposal for your book reports are due tomorrow, but if I reject it you will not have class time to choose a new book or a new proposal. I expect a full paragraph explaining how your book of choice relates to Middle English literature and demonstrating enough familiarity with your book that you can convince me of your arguments.”

As the students began to leave, several approached Rarity and offered her papers, forming a small stack in her arms. A boy in a blue hoodie stopped in front of her. “Uh, if we email you our proposal tonight and you reject it, can we bring in a new one tomorrow?”

Rarity nodded. “Of course, Gallus. You take the chance that I’ll still reject it, then you’ll be late, but as long as I have a proposal from you in some way by the end of class Friday, and if that proposal is satisfactory, no marks will be deducted. I don’t care if it is your first proposed book or your fourth, as long as it is on time.”

“Cool, thanks.” Gallus nodded at her and left, two students behind her handing Rarity papers.

As the last student save for Spike left the room, Rarity set the stack of papers in her marking book and sat at her desk. “I’m sure you can get the door, yes, Spike? I’ll see your homework shortly.”

“Sure thing, Rarity.” Spike stood and headed to the door and turned the latch to lock it. At the desk, Rarity flipped through the papers, looking at the top corners, and swiftly marked checkmarks on her class list. When she was done she raised her head, Spike obediently waiting before her desk with two papers in his hand.

“You’ll be happy to know your proposal is acceptable,” Rarity said softly. She scrunched her nose slightly. “Though I confess, I’m not entirely sure it is apt to compare a comedic novel to The Canterbury Tales.”

“Well, that’s what I have to demonstrate, right?”

“Fair enough.” Rarity held her hand out and Spike handed her his papers. Rarity looked over the first while flipping to an earlier page in her book. Her pen moved down his paper in a series of red checkmarks, followed by writing in her book. “Your definitions are fourteen out of fifteen.”

Spike nodded. “Cool. It wasn’t too hard. The only one that caught me was ‘palfrey’.”

“It’s a word for horse.”

“Yeah, I looked it up after just to find out. But I didn’t know it so I took a guess it meant his robes.”

“I thank you for being honest.” Rarity offered the paper back and Spike took it. She took his other paper and leaned back in her chair slightly as she looked it over. Spike bit his lip and rocked in place as he watched her eyes go over the page. He placed  his homework back in his binder and turned back to Rarity.

“You came up with six positions,” she said simply. “Describe them.”

Spike thought back to his paper. “Missionary, of course; I counted it as two depending on who’s on top. Dog – from behind, you bent over the desk.” He bit off the colloquial term when he remembered Rarity probably wouldn’t care for it. “Standing up, me standing with you laid out in front of me, and in a chair with you on top of me.”

“And?” Rarity raised her eyes to him.

“And, what?”

Rarity lightly murmured. “Spike, if you’ve fantasized about me as much as we both know you have, I find it difficult to believe you’ve only come up with six positions to make love to me in.”

“…no.” Spike blushed and cleared his throat.

“The others were?”

Spike tilted his head. “I thought maybe holding you up and standing would be fine, but I really don’t think I’m strong enough for that. Only other thing I thought of was from behind with you on your hands and knees. But I don’t think you’d want to do that on the floor, and it would probably be uncomfortable anyway.”

“Yes, and filthy as well.” Rarity nodded. “I also recall in your first assignment for me that you spoke of a fantasy where we made love in a shower.”

“I did.” Spike scratch the back of his head. “But when I stopped and thought about it, that’d probably not work out and just end up with one of us slipping and falling. I mean, when I picture it it’s sexy as hell, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to try it.”

“It can be when you do it properly, but you are mostly correct. Even when it can be managed safely, actual sex is awkward. But, a shower together can be a very arousing form of foreplay.” She set the paper down and leaned forward, folding her hands under her chin. “You’ve discounted several positions, but I am curious as to one more thing, Spike. Given the choice, what position would you choose to take me in?”

Spike shuddered as the image filled his mind instantly. He’d been thinking about it since last night when he had been filling out that paper. “Bent over your desk.”

Rarity smiled slightly. “I cannot say I’m surprised, especially after yesterday.”

“Yesterday was amazing,” Spike said quickly. He had spent most of last night remembering the feel, the scent, the sight of his teacher molded against him while his hands pleasured her. His fantasies invariably kept going and ended with him pushing Rarity forward and pulling her skirt up. Oh, he could have filled pages with details on all the ways he had dreamed of having sex with Rarity on her desk, and now his favorite had a lead-in.

“Most men would say it is their favorite position to take their partner from behind, either on their hands and knees or bent over something. It’s the position many animals have sex in, a position of primal dominance and control.”

Spike winced. “Oh. Sorry.”

“Sorry?” Rarity’s eyebrows lifted. “Why apologize?”

“Well, that’s a bad thing, right? To want to dominate and control you?” He’d hoped he’d at least picked up on her distaste for that type of thinking. Or was there something else he was missing?

Rarity wagged her finger. “Tsk tsk, Spike. Think about it logically – if you’re not in a position of control during sex, then who is?”

“You.”

“Is that any better, then?”

Spike opened his mouth but didn’t speak. He scrunched his face. “Is that a trick question?”

Rarity laughed out loud. “Yes, but not in the way you’re thinking. What is most important during sex, Spike, is that both you and your partner are enjoying it. Difficulties in certain positions aside, it should be a pleasurable experience for both of us – that’s the whole idea, after all.” She waved a hand in the air. “So, who should be in control?”

Spike nodded, understanding exactly what she was getting at. “Either of us, as long as it works for us.”

“Good.” Rarity nodded. “If you enjoy bending me over my desk and taking me from behind, and if I enjoy it being done, then that is all that matters.”

“Do you?” Spike asked, eager to hear the answer.

Rarity gave him a knowing look. She murmured slightly and stood up. “Perhaps we should find out.” She began gathering up her books and papers and placing them on her chair.

Spike’s pupils dilated. “What?”

With a large part of Rarity’s desk cleared off save for some plastic shelves and containers on the sides, she wheeled her chair to the side and looked at Spike expectantly. “Come here, Spike.” She reached up and removed her glasses, setting them on the books in her chair.

“And do…”

“Bend me over my desk.”

He wouldn’t have been surprised if his pants spontaneously ripped open from his dick becoming hard as diamond in that second. Half of Spike wanted to bound over the desk to grab his teacher, push her forward, hike her skirt up, and act out all the wonderful fantasies he had been having for months. The other half told him to keep his cool and calmly do as Rarity asked, because she obviously had something in mind.

As much as his libido protested, Spike went with the latter.

He circled the desk and edged behind Rarity, who was patiently standing in place and watching him. When he was behind her, Spike swallowed heavily. “Okay…” His self-control stretched to his limits as he put a hand between Rarity shoulder blades and gently pushed. Rarity bent over, putting her arms out to hold her torso up. The movement pushed her rear up against Spike’s hips and he sucked in a breath at the feeling of her plush cheeks cushioning the bulge in his jeans. Before he could stop himself he rocked against her, his eyelids fluttering.

“Focus, Spike.”

 He nodded. “Y-yeah…” he looked down at his teacher and took in the view.

The sight of Rarity bent over in front of him was one he had written off as something that he had no chance of experiencing, ever. Yet here she was, arms bracing her against the desk, luscious purple hair falling over her shoulder, her back curving back into him where her ass lovingly embraced his dick. Spike ran his hand down her back and then up her blouse, her skin smooth as silk under his fingers.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Not uncomfortable. Though if you intend to thrust against me in this position, I doubt my arms would keep me held up.”

His other hand gently gripped her hip to hold her in place and the hand under her shirt pushed her forward again. Rarity took the hint the bent down further, letting her arms rest over the edge of the desk.

“Now it is uncomfortable,” she said.

Spike swallowed heavily. I agree.

Oh, the feeling of Rarity’s rear against him was as heavenly as it had been yesterday. But for the rest of it, his teacher suddenly seemed so far away. Spike had to bend over to touch her and felt his footing start to slip when he did. He put his hand on Rarity’s shoulder to pull her back up. Once her arms were supporting her again, Spike reconsidered her position.

I can’t see her face, or her body. He reached under her and gently cupped Rarity’s breast through her blouse. Even with the warm, marshmallow flesh filling his palm, he felt unsatisfied. She still seemed like she was barely there, no true connection to her but at their hips. He rocked against her and felt their bodies shift, and his other hand on her hip tightened. I’d have to hold her here to be able to move against her properly.

Spike withdrew his hand from her chest and took a step back. “I don’t like it.”

Rarity turned and leaned back on her desk; her eyebrows were raised in a look of surprise. “Oh?”

“No.” He shook his head and frowned. “I can’t see you or feel you properly.” As Spike looked up at her, he came closer and gripped her hips. Rarity had her mouth open as though to speak but stopped when he touched her. Spike looked down at her thighs. “Can you take your skirt off?”

Rarity nodded and reached down. Her fingers moved inside a fold and the garment came free, Rarity setting it on the desk. Spike inhaled sharply at the sight of her groin, neatly outlined by the black tights that ran up to her waist where an elastic band held them up. Somehow the sight of his teacher’s body covered by the skin-tight fabric was even more arousing than just her bare skin. I still wouldn’t mind peeling it back, inch by inch.

He gripped her thighs and carefully pushed back, nudging her until she was sitting on the desk with her legs spread for him to set himself between them. Rarity leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows, and remained silent as Spike looked her over.

Much better. With Rarity facing him and spread before him, now he could properly take in her form. He took hold of her hips and pulled her against him. Yes, this was an improvement. Here he could watch as his teacher writhed and moaned beneath him, her face flushed, her breasts heaving, her legs spread wide or perhaps tossed over his shoulders as he thrust into her until her back arched into the air. But…

“No.” Spike shook his head.

“You don’t like this position, either?”

“I love it,” Spike corrected. “But not like this.” He looked past Rarity’s body at the desk itself. “You’re laying against something hard and flat. It would probably be uncomfortable, or you might even get hurt if your arms give out and you fall back.” He pursed his lips. “On a bed, maybe, but not on a desk.”

Rarity smiled. “How considerate of you.”

“Thanks.” Spike furrowed his brow. “It’s weird. I’d thought bending you over was my perfect fantasy, but I guess not.”

“What is your perfect fantasy then?”

Spike took Rarity’s hand and pulled her to her feet against him. He looked into her eyes and squeezed her hand. “I want you,” he whispered. “I want to see you, feel you, kiss you.” He licked his lips and wondered if she’d let him kiss her now.

“A romantic sentiment,” Rarity replied. “But we can’t very well make love standing up. I assure you, it’s quite difficult to work out, especially if you want to remain face-to-face for it.”

Spike thought for a moment and turned his head to the side. “Then what about this?” He stuck his foot out and hooked it around one of the legs of Rarity’s chair, and pulled it towards him. The wheels rattled on the tiled floor, the only sound before Spike picked up the pile of books and set it back on her desk, careful to keep them neat. He then sat down, the darkened wood creaking, and he looked up at his teacher.

He’d been in this place many times in his mind’s eye. All of them had Rarity standing in front of him like she was now. Sometimes she dropped to her knees and reached to the zipper of his jeans. Sometimes she sat atop him and took his face in her hands for a kiss. Sometimes she smiled at him and began stripping, swinging her body for his entertainment.

“How should I position my legs?”

His eyes snapped to hers. “Your legs?”

Rarity stepped closer and put a hand on the back of the chair beside his head. “I’m presuming you want me to sit on you, but my legs have to go somewhere. Like this?” She raised her right leg and perched her knee on the edge of the chair between the arm and Spike’s leg. “Or this?” She stretched the same leg out behind him, hooking it through the gap between the back of the chair and the armrests

Spike licked his lips and raked his eyes along the long expanse of leg. “Stretch them out.”

“Of course.” Rarity grabbed the back of the chair, her wrist brushing against Spike’s shoulder, and with her other hand she pulled herself forward and stepped her leg through the gap in the armrests. She then lowered herself down until she was seated in Spike’s lap.

Oh yeah, this is way better. Spike let his hands run up and down her body, watching them trace out her form. Her body was truly perfect, he couldn’t think of a single flaw or shortcoming. The swell of her breasts filling his vision, her face looking down at him, her thighs in perfect position to grab, her butt pressing down on his hardened dick protesting that it was still locked up in his jeans.

Actually, maybe there’s one flaw… Spike swallowed heavily and put his hands on her hips. He tried to shift and adjust his position, and only succeeded in a small wiggle. “Uh…” He blushed and looked away. “Can you move your legs up, actually?”

“Is something the matter?”

“Just… it’s hard to move like this.”

Rarity chuckled softly. “I didn’t think you’d care for it. All my weight is on top of you.” She lifted herself and brought her leg back to curve it on the seat beside his thigh, her knee pressing into the wood where the arms rose up from the sides, and then repeated the motion with the other leg. “Better?”

Spike again tried to move, and his hips shifted up to let him sit up better in the chair. “Yeah. There’s a lot less weight on me.” He winced as he realized what he’d said. “No offense.”

“None taken,” Rarity put a hand on his chin to tilt his head up. “Even for a comparatively light woman, her full weight sitting atop you would not be pleasant. And besides, this feels better on my legs, too.”

“Good.” Spike put his hands on her again, softly squeezing her hips and then rubbing them up to her cloth-covered breasts. Lovely images filled his head of Rarity grinding against him, breasts jiggling in his hands, hair flying through the air, face stretched tight in pleasure as she bounced on him over and over…

“Spike.”

He raised his eyes and saw his teacher giving him a small smirk. “Shall I presume from that familiar look on your face that you approve of this position.”

“Definitely,” Spike nodded rapidly. He bit his lip and wiggled again. Rarity’s groin wasn’t quite pressed against him, but he could feel the heat from her and knew that he could feel her if he just moved a little more. The wooden chair creaked again, prompting him to look at the back, coming up to just over his shoulders. He wouldn’t care to wager how long the old thing had been passed between classrooms here, but even if it was new he wouldn’t want to test how much strain it could take. “Though maybe not in this chair.”

“Do you intend to damage it?”

“I’d rather not risk it.” Spike looked at the wooden armrests connecting to the back and then at where Rarity’s legs were bent, resting on exposed wood instead of the cushion that was a bit too small for even Spike to be fully seated on it. “Maybe something sturdier, and with a bit more room.”

“Fair points.” Rarity sat back and lowered her arms to her sides. “Then we have some ideas for tomorrow.”

Spike blinked. “Shouldn’t we try some other things?”

“Other things?”

“I just mean, we have like, one position, maybe two. Shouldn’t we figure out more, or something?”

Rarity gave him a bemused look. “I had assumed you were not a virgin, Spike.”

“I’m not!” Spike yelped, his eyes going wide. “I’ve had lots of sex! Er, not that I—”

He stopped when Rarity pressed a slender finger over his lips. “I only mean that you seem to have some preconceptions about how long you’ll last inside me.”

When she removed her finger, Spike asked, “How long should I last?”

“When defined as actual penetration, intercourse lasts around ten to fifteen minutes at most, depending on numerous variables. And I would presume, based on your rampant attraction to me, you may rank on the lower end of that time limit.” She frowned and rolled her tongue in her mouth. “No offense.”

“None taken.” Spike shrugged as he watched his hands flex on the sides of her chest. “I’m pretty sure you could make me cum just from a strip tease.”

“And we don’t want that, do we?” Rarity said. She slid her legs out and stood up. “I think you’ll be pleased to know that I have no assignments for you tonight, scholarly or sexual. You can relax.”

“Thank you.” Spike let out a breath. Actually getting caught up on schoolwork wasn’t really a priority for him with everything else that had been happening this week, but it was important.

“But, do be sure to shower and wash well, and reflect on all we’ve talked about during the week. I want you well prepared for tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.” Friday. Spike held in a grin. “What’s tomorrow?” He knew the answer, of course.

“I did promise you something if you completed all your missed assignments and impressed me with your studies after class, didn’t I?” Rarity asked. “You’ve excelled on both counts. I’d say it’s time for your reward. Or if you prefer, your test.”

“Can you say it?” Spike looked up at her expectantly. “I just really wanna hear you say it.”

Rarity got that sexy, knowing smile on her face again. She leaned over, holding onto the arms of the chair, and lowered until she was nose-to-nose with Spike.

“Tomorrow after school, Spike, your teacher is going to have sex with you.”

The act of rising up from the chair and kissing her wasn’t a conscious decision, but if Spike had the sense of mind to think it over, he would still have done it. Rarity inhaled in surprise but didn’t pull away, much to his delight. He stood up, not breaking contact, and wrapped his arms around her hips to pull her against him.

This was what he had been hoping for all week, what he had dreamed of for months. His beautiful, sexy, perfect teacher, ready and willing. She had taught him everything she thought he would need to know to please her, and he knew she knew more than enough to give as good as she got.

It was only his unwillingness to disappoint her that Spike managed to not blow in his pants right then and there.

He broke the kiss, not caring about the grin he had on his face. “I’d take you right here, right now, if you’d let me.”

Rarity’s red face and hooded eyes gave him a glimmer of hope she might yield, but instead she put a hand on his shoulder. “Tomorrow, Spike.” She kissed him again, short and sweet this time. “I promise, I’ll make it worth the wait.”

 I know you will.

Spike circled around the desk and gathered his things. When he hefted his backpack onto his shoulder, he looked at Rarity watching him. 

“See you tomorrow, Ms. Belle.”

“See you tomorrow, Spike.”
> Friday's Test
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------


Friday’s Test


To say that Spike spent all day thinking of Rarity would be mildly redundant. Much of his time – especially when he was alone in his room with the door locked – was taken up by thoughts of his unspeakably gorgeous teacher. But, still, from the moment he left school on Thursday to when he came back Friday morning, his entire thought process could be summarized in five words.

“I’m going to fuck Rarity.”

His teacher’s distaste for the crude word didn’t mean he couldn’t think it. A literal woman of his dreams was going to make love to him Friday afternoon. When he had showered the previous night, Spike had grabbed his dick and started to stroke, but he pulled his hand back and restrained himself. He would have a lifetime to jerk off to Rarity after today, and lots of new memories to use for it. For now, save himself for her.

Rarity had said that sex was meant to be enjoyable for both of them. She had taught Spike how to pleasure her but given no hints to how she would pleasure him. Was it because she assumed that he would be so aroused by her that she wouldn’t have to try very hard to get him off? Or did she have some secret tricks up her sleeve that she hadn’t told him? Either way, Spike had quietly resolved to hold himself back. He wasn’t some porn star or sexual guru with immense stamina. Once he came he’d be exhausted, at least for several minutes. And he wanted to enjoy Rarity as long and as much as possible.

He did his best to hide his erection during the school day – not an easy task given that he was rock hard from the moment he woke up and pictured Rarity leaning over his bed giving him a sexy smile – and did his best to pay attention in class. He took enough notes that he could piece together what the lessons were about later, with a bit of help from friends. Mostly he spent the classes reflecting on all the things Rarity had done to him and all the things he was going to do to her that day.

At last, final period. Spike’s heart was pounding in his chest as he passed through the doorway. He glanced up and saw Rarity sitting at her desk, calmly looking through a binder holding what he guessed was a lesson plan. She glanced up as he passed her desk and smiled at him. Spike smiled back in what he was sure was as awkward a smile as he’d ever given, and sat down.

The class was a blur. He vaguely remembered Rarity calling for reports to be handed in, not a problem anyway since he had already gotten his approved, and then some reading in the textbook. Spike spent the period staring at his notebook, writing down notes without even being aware he was doing it. How can she seriously expect me to focus? He kept glancing at the clock and mentally kept track of the minutes creeping by. It was by far the longest hour and fifteen minutes of his life.

When the bell rang, Spike nearly jumped out of his seat. He stayed put and watched the other students gather their things and stand. At the front of the room, Rarity set her book on her desk.

“The following students did not hand in an approved proposal for their book reports: Garble. Rumble.” She looked up at the room and Spike assumed she was looking at one of the two. “You have a grace period of until the start of Monday’s class to email me a new report and receive approval on it, and you’ll receive minus fifteen marks. When Monday’s class starts, I am marking you as zero, but you will still complete your proposal so I know you have an appropriate book to report on.”

Spike saw the two leave the room with the other students, mumbling their responses. He noticed Rarity softly sigh and give a subtle shake of her head. When the last student left and the door swung shut behind them, Rarity sat in her chair and turned to her desk. “Spike, lock the door, please.”

“Sure.” Spike stood and walked to the door and turned the bolt. “I wasn’t sure if we were gonna do it here or someplace else.”

“A teacher leaving school with a student accompanying her is a bit conspicuous, don’t you think?” Rarity replied.

Spike approached her desk and watched what she was doing. Rarity calmly read through a small stack of papers, stopped, took a moment to think, then wrote down a number in her marking book.

“I am marking the last-minute submissions,” she said. Spike nodded and obediently waited. In the course of her work, she set aside one sheet and made a red mark in her book. When she was done, Rarity reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a phone. She tapped some app icon, tapped around the screen, and then turned the phone sideways to begin typing. “Only one student is rejected. She’ll have the grace period with a five mark penalty, since she at least submitted something on time.”

“Right.”

“I know you were wondering what I’m doing.” Rarity finished her work on her phone. She took a water bottle from beside the leg of her desk, popped the cap and took a drink, then set it down on the deck and turned back to her marking book. “Please check and see if the halls are clear.”

Spike nodded and moved back to the door and pushed two fingers between the blinds covering the small window. “Yup, entirely clear.” He wasn’t surprised; it was Friday, everyone would be quick to clear out.

“I’ll wager most classrooms are as well. Senior faculty typically have staff meetings on Friday afternoons, while the rest of us have to see students off the grounds or tend to bus boardings.” Rarity flipped her marking book closed and slid it back on the desk. “By this point, most teachers are either at the meeting or going about their other duties, and the latter will be leaving or joining the meeting.” She carefully took her glasses off, folded them up, and opened a drawer to set them in. She looked up at Spike as she shut it. “To sum up the situation, Spike: we can be reasonably assured no one will bother us.”

Spike’s pants tightened and he moved toward Rarity with large strides. She stood up from her chair and met his gaze evenly.

“So… this is it,” he whispered. “We’re really about to have sex. Here. Now.”

Rarity smiled softly. “Well, we will as soon as you’re ready.”

He had been ready for months.

Spike grabbed her hips and pulled her into a kiss. Rarity reciprocated by putting her arms around his neck. His kiss was hungry, needy. He let all his pent-up lust pour out of his mouth into hers, making it clear how long he had waited for this day. He swiped his tongue across her lips and then moaned when she opened to him and responded with her own. Rarity’s tongue caressed and stroked his and then coaxed it into her mouth. Spike followed her and tasted velvet sweetness. Rarity tasted like everything luxurious and delicious and good in the world.

Spike’s hands were not idle as he kissed her. They made quick work of finding the clasp at the back of her dark purple skirt and undoing it; he pulled the fabric off and lay it on her desk. He had to shuffle his body back slightly to reach to her pale blue blouse and undo the buttons one by one. Rarity pulled her arms back and helped in shrugging off the garment and tossing it behind her. She reached for the bottom of Spike’s plain dark green T-shirt and he had to break the kiss and raise his arms to let her pull it off him.

When the shirt was away and Spike watched Rarity discard it in the same direction as her own, he paused. Her skin was flushed, her eyes dark, her breathing quick, her lips parted and moist. The look she was giving him was pure, unfiltered want. Spike swallowed heavily at the realization.

Rarity must have noticed his hesitation, because her expression softened. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m just… looking at you,” Spike whispered. He slowly put a hand on her hip to ground himself. “You really do want this, don’t you?”

She gave a small snort that sounded like a stifled laugh. “Spike, a woman doesn’t take her top off and ask a man to masturbate in front of her if she doesn’t have any interest in him.”

“Yeah…” he nodded. “Just… you know, why—”

“I saw something in you.” Rarity cut off his question before he could finish it. “I suppose the best word would be ‘potential’. Considerate, gentle, eager to please. You just needed direction, and confidence.” She gave a sly smile. “And, you are rather handsome.”

“So all that stuff with homework…”

“You did need to catch up, and your attraction made for an effective motivator.” Rarity shook her head. “But, I think we have reached the point we can dispense with such pretenses, hm?”

Pretenses. She had always wanted him, she’d just made him go through the motions of earning it. His teacher – beautiful enough she surely could have had anyone in the school, staff or student – wanted him, and was training him so he could please her properly.

She was certainly right about boosting his confidence.

When Spike kissed her again, he was more tender, but no less passionate. Every movement of his lips against hers was a promise to live up to her expectations and exceed them. He would make her writhe and moan and bring her to climax as much as he could before his stamina gave out.

The memory of the first time he had given Rarity an orgasm made Spike grin against her mouth. He took Rarity’s hips and broke their kiss, and quickly turned her around and brought her back against him. She gasped momentarily but didn’t fight. With her in this position, Spike suckled her neck and brought her up against him. The feeling of his teacher’s body molded against his was even more incredible than before now that the barriers of clothing were gone.

Well, most of them.

Spike kept a hand on her midriff and brought another behind him to unbutton and unzip his pants. He toed off his shoes and then pushed his jeans down to his ankles and stepped out of them as well, leaving his tented boxers to press up into the crevice of Rarity’s ass. She shuddered and reached an arm over her head to clutch his neck, the other on her stomach. Spike left his hands wander up and down her body, relishing every moment. She felt so good, smelled so good. She even tasted good with his lips and tongue working on her neck.

What would people say if Rarity came to work Monday morning with a hickey on her neck? If the thought was a concern for Rarity, it must not have come to her yet, because she was leaning her head to give him better access.

With his clothing gone, Spike’s hands were free to return to Rarity’s body, and he latched them onto his favorite part of her. Rarity’s breasts ballooned into his fingers, like pillows waiting to cushion his hands and be squeezed and rubbed. His palm brushed a nub and he heard Rarity’s breath hitch. He found the spot again and brought his hand back against it and was rewarded with a moan. He grinned; he’d found her nipple. His fingers quickly went to work rubbing back and forth over them at every opportunity, and Rarity shuddered and pressed deeper into him.

While his hands re-familiarized themselves with the most perfect breasts in the world, his cock was getting to know the most perfect ass in the world. Spike rolled his hips to press his dick deeper into her, relishing the feel of cotton sliding up and down him, knowing it was Rarity’s cotton doing it. Rather than being an obstacle for him, that she was still wearing her bra and panties was actually rather thrilling. The white, slightly lacy fabric felt like a forbidden barrier she was letting him press and poke against. Literally, as the head of his cock pressed his boxers out and gave him a definite bulge to rub against her.

He could have spent all day like this – his mouth on Rarity’s neck, his cock nestled in her ass, his hands squeezing her breasts. If she let him, he’d have dry-humped her against her desk until he blew his load over her back. But he had a mental promise to keep. He’d already proven he could give Rarity an orgasm with her clothes in the way. Now it was time to see what he could do without them. And he knew exactly where he wanted to start. Spike let one of his hands on her breasts drift further to rub up and down her stomach, then lower to the elastic of her panties. Using his hand to push her back into him, he slid his fingers under the fabric.

The first thing that struck him was that she was hot, and wet. He wasn’t even inside her, and the crotch of her panties felt like a sauna. He carefully probed around, her skin a bit softer and puffier than the rest of her body and found her opening. Spike carefully loosened his mouth’s grip on her neck and pushed his index finger inside.

Rarity cried out and arched forward, now pressing her body into his hands instead of against his chest. Spike shivered and swallowed heavily. I’m fingering Rarity. He was no virgin. This wasn’t his first or even second time feeling a woman, but the knowledge it was Rarity he was inside was so humbling as to make him feel like a virgin again. Nothing could compare to this, a moist, tight heat that felt like it could engulf and burn him.

Spike focused all his senses not on what Rarity felt like, but how she was reacting. He experimented, pushing his finger into her at different speeds, rubbing his hand over her opening in different ways. When he noticed her breathing change or that she gave a moan, he remembered what prompted that reaction and kept doing it and was rewarded with the same response. He found she liked slow, firm, deep strokes of his finger. I’ll keep that in mind for sure. He slid his second finger into her and she let out a long sigh and brought her hand down to cover his through his panties. She didn’t seem to be taking control, just feeling him, and that was fine by him.

Now that he knew how to give Rarity what she needed, Spike turned his attention back to the rest of her body. The hand on her breast had stilled, and he put it back to work squeezing and caressing the soft, squishable mound of flash, occasionally, padding his thumb over her nipple. He didn’t quite have the flexibility to reach across to her other breast, but he gave the one he could reach all the attention it could handle.

He also resumed rolling his hips, rubbing his dick between Rarity’s supple cheeks over and over. With a small smirk she couldn’t see, Spike started to push into her at the same time he thrust his fingers all the way inside. Rarity low, shaking moans grow deeper. He seized on her response and synchronized his two rhythms, grinding his cock into her ass as his fingers thrust into her, then retreating both and doing it again. And again. And again.

The hand over his hand clenched, Rarity’s head tilted further back, pushing her breast into his palm, and her body bucked into his thrusting hand. She let out a long, loud moan. At the same time the wet heat embracing Spike’s fingers tightened like a vice. He felt her whole body go rigid and quiver against him, still held up to his hands. After several seconds she went limp and fell against him. Spike stumbled back a bit but kept her held up, and with a glance behind him he moved to lean against her deck for support.

With his teacher glowing from her climax – the second one I’ve given her, he reminded himself – Spike took in her face. She was flushed, her eyes shut and a bit watery, and her mouth was hanging over. She gasped for breath as she lay against him, her breast now pressing against him with her inhaling rather than in pleasure. Spike moved his hand up and brushed away a few stray strands of hair that were matted to her forehead and cheeks. The gesture made Rarity’s eyes flutter open, and she turned to kiss him.

If he was being honest, kissing his teacher with her arms around his neck while he still had a hand buried between her legs was a bit awkward, but that was driven out by how much he enjoyed feeling Rarity’s tongue wrap around his. Even after a week of seeing her, touching her, kissing her, she still thrilled him every time she let him have just a bit of her.

Rarity broke the kiss and licked her lips. “You should get those fingers out of me.” As she spoke, she shuffled on the floor to move the two of them.

 “Why?” Spike momentarily grew confused. Had he upset her? Still, he did as told. He could feel his two fingers were still sticky from her juices.

When her panties snapped back against her body, Rarity pulled her arms back and pushed Spike away. He gasped in surprise as he was caught by her chair, the wheels rattling. Spike looked up and swallowed heavily.

The scene before his eyes was straight out of his fantasies. Rarity, clad only in her bra, panties, and modest high heels, kept her eyes locked with his as she reached her hands behind her. Spike heard a faint rustle and the straps of her bra loosened. Rarity brought her arms forward and reached up to slide the straps off her shoulders, and the garment fell forward into her hands to be placed on the desk. She then reached down to push her panties down enough that they slid to her ankles, and she stepped out of them along with her shoes.

Now that his teacher, for the first time, was fully nude and in full view, Spike could confirm that his personal opinion of her was indeed factual – she truly was perfect. Her nipples were small, rosy pink against pale skin, and pointed with her lust and his teasing. Her hips were a perfect pear shape that went lower to a neatly trimmed spot of curly purple hair nestled between long, slim, supple legs.

There wasn’t a single flaw or lacking part of her body. She was sculpted to the pinnacle of feminine beauty. Spike’s heart pounded in his chest. This was the divine body that she had let him indulge in the past week, now laid bare for him to appreciate before she gave him the final, greatest gift he had earned. He would have jumped up and put his hands and mouth on her all over again, but he was patient.

He had waited all week for this, after all.

Rarity broke eye contact to reach for her desk. She pulled a tissue from a box and handed it to him. “Wipe your hand off.” Spike nodded and cleaned his fingers of her. As he did, Rarity took a long drink from her water bottle, then pulled her purse over, unzipped a pocket, and reached inside. She pulled out a small, silver packet. She tore it open and pulled out a small bundle of transparent white latex. Spike tossed his tissue on the desk and reached to push his underwear away, but her other hand grabbed his wrist to stop him. He let her move his hands aside, and then used a single hand to pull his underwear down. When his cock, hard as a rock, bobbed up from its confines, he let out a small sigh of relief. Rarity pushed his underwear down and then used one of her feet to toe it to his ankles so he could slip it off.

That soft, delicate hand then grasped his dick. Spike tensed and looked down, committing to memory the sight of Rarity slightly bent over in front of him with his dick in her hands. She maneuvered the condom between her fingers and then slid it over him. Spike’s shaft throbbed slightly as the dulling barrier was pulled into place. When she reached the bottom, she stood up and looked down at him.

“Spike?”

He raised his eyes and nodded in answer to her unspoken question. “Thank you, Ms. Belle,” he gasped out.

Rarity slid a knee up beside him. She took hold of the back of the chair and pulled herself onto him, her other leg sliding into place. With her straddling him, Spike put his hands on her hips to hold her. She reached down and grabbed his shaft, and he felt her move him into place where his head was pressing into her slit. Looking into his eyes, Rarity smiled softly and put her other hand on Spike’s cheek.

“Now, show your teacher what an attentive student you’ve been.”

With her simple, sexy instruction, Rarity slowly eased herself down and took him inside her.

Spike’s eyes widened. He shuddered and his eyes fluttered. Even with the sensations on his dick dampened by the condom, the sheer heat surrounding it was intense beyond what anything he’d experienced. Heat, tight heat, and moist too. Bit by bit, he sank into Rarity’s sensual embrace. When he was as deep in her as he could be and she stopped lowering, he opened his eyes and was met with a familiar look of passionate, needy lust.

Keeping her hand on his cheek, Rarity planted her free hand on the back of the chair and began to move. Slow, firm, rolling movements of her hips. Spike moaned as he felt his cock slide out of her and then back in. Every time Rarity rose slightly and then came back down, it felt like penetrating her all over again, flooding his senses with pleasure.

He tightened his hold on Rarity’s hips and helped her move into a faster rhythm. While he might have been content to sit there and let his lovely teacher ride him, he wasn’t about to make her do all the work. It was through sheer stubborn willpower that he hadn’t already filled the condom, and he was going to make sure she came once more before he was spent.

When Rarity came down on him, he bucked his hips up into her, giving a small, firm thrust. She gasped and stilled, but Spike kept her moving through her hips and did it again. Rarity shivered and resumed her rolling. Spike watched her, eyes closed, hair falling over her face, lips glistening and parted so she could pant for breath, as he kept thrusting up into her when she came to meet him. The idea of Rarity laid out before him, legs spread and body quivering, almost made him reconsider the thought of making love to her on her desk, where he’d have full room to plow into her as he pleased.

Maybe if I can hold out long enough.

Rarity fell forward, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his hair. Her movements were a bit slower and shallower with this new position, but on the other hand, her breasts were now in the perfect position for Spike to give them attention. His hands and hips kept moving against her and his lips wrapped around one of her nipples, suckling and washing it with his tongue. She moaned and grabbed his hair. Spike responded by devouring her breast eagerly. Her skin tasted like a rich vanilla and wine, sexy and sophisticated at the same time. Quintessentially Rarity.

As he tongued her breast, Spike noticed her grinding on his cock had almost stopped. From exhausting or distraction on her part he wasn’t sure, but he did notice the hands on her hips weren’t giving a good enough hold to keep her going. He moved his hands down, clutched her ass and pulled her up against him. His eyes almost lit up. The new hand position was a revelation, he could let gravity do the work of dropping her over him again and when he thrust her back up her tits jiggled in his mouth and her hair danced around his head.

His teacher may have started this delightful dance leading him, but now Spike was dictating the rhythm. His hands on her rear and the thrusts of his hips let him pound up into her and slide her up and down his dick like a piston. This was no longer a sensual ride she was enjoying, but a frenzied bouncing. He couldn’t keep his mouth latched on her breast anymore, just keep his mouth open and catch a taste of them as they went up and down with the rest of her. He craned his eyes up to her above him and gave a crooked smile.

So, this is what she meant by the difference between making love and fucking. Rarity had started making love to him, but from the wild, lustful turn it had taken, Spike would earnestly say she was letting him fuck her. Not that she seemed to mind the shift. In fact, just the opposite. Sweat glistened across Rarity’s body, her hair flailing in the air, her body shaking, her breath coming in pants and moans and whimpers, her eyes clenched in pleasure.

Spike was grateful for the condom dulling his senses, because he was sure that without it he’d have blown by now. The tight, wet, scorching cavern of Rarity’s pussy was still a delight beyond compare, but with his attention focused on giving his teacher the best sex her teaching and his skill could provide, he was in no rush of letting himself go. His muscles were getting tired and he was short of breath, but he wasn’t going to stop until he sent his teacher over the edge again.

He didn’t have to wait much longer.

Rarity’s hand in his hair tightened and she held him up into her breasts. With his cock sheathing itself inside her instead of his fingers, he could fully feel her walls rippling around him. Spike’s heart leapt and he watched in fascination as Rarity’s head snapped back, sending her hair flying through the air in tangled clumps, her body went rigid, and she gave a short, sudden moan. Wetness flooded her depths and she clenched Spike inside her so tight he thought he might pop right there. He stopped his movements and focused his willpower on not letting himself go. His dick twitched in protest and he ignored it.

When her climax subsided, Rarity fell against him, her breath hot on his neck. Spike let her rest, bringing his hand up to stroke her hair while the other held onto her butt. Sweat and heat melded their bodies together, her hair stuck to his shoulders and face, her breasts mashed into his chest. Spike could feel and hear her heart pounding in her chest and thought for a moment it seemed they were beating in rhythm.

Is this what heaven feels like?

After several moments, Rarity sat back on his lap. A wave of her arm and hand pulled her hair back, and she looked at Spike with a wide smile.

“Well done, Spike.”

She punctuated her statement with a kiss. There was no tongue, no needy gnawing like before, just her lips against his. Spike enjoyed it all the same until she pulled back.

“Thank you, Ms. Belle.”

Rarity slid out of the chair and stood up. “While I would like to bask in the afterglow, I don’t believe it would be prudent to stay too much longer.” She stepped away and again pushed some of her sweaty hair back.

“That’s it?” Spike paused and thought.

His response was a small giggle. “I’ve no endurance left for another round, unless you wish to do all the work, and I think you’re rather tired yourself.”

“But I thought—” He scrunched his face. “I’d thought we could keep going. I’m not done.”

Rarity gave him a curious look and lowered her eyes to his dick. She reached down and unrolled the condom, and her eyes widened. “You didn’t climax?”

“I could have. I mean, wow.” Spike tilted his head. “But I figured once I blew, that’d be it. So instead I thought I should keep it going for you, make it good for you.”

“Oh, Spike.” Rarity gave her a sexy, warm smile. “I did teach you well, didn’t I? A generous lover indeed.” She leaned in and gave him a quick, short kiss. “But I did tell you sex is about mutual pleasure, didn’t I?”

“Right.” Spike winced. “Sorry. If you can get—”

Rarity put a finger to his lips to shush him.

“I can’t let you leave unsatisfied. And such devotion is still worth a reward of its own.”

His mouth went dry as a desert and his pupils dilated. Spike’s entire body froze and he was unable to do anything but watch as Rarity slowly lowered to her knees.

There was no build-up, no foreplay. She simply leaned forward, gripping the base of his dick to position it forward, and slid it into her mouth.

Spike moaned loudly into the empty classroom. His hands snapped to the arms of the chair and gripped them tightly. His eyes stared at Rarity taking him all the way down, until her nose pressed against dark green pubic hair. Her tongue slid up and down the shaft and lap at the sides. His balls tingled and he felt her hands fondling them, rotating the fleshy orbs about her fingers. Rarity slid her head up and down, her lips not leaving him. She sucked him down and he thought he felt the head of his dick hit the back of her throat.

Another vision straight out of his fantasies was too much this time, and with their prior sex and his incomparable arousal, it was too much. Spike held back as much as he could, to prolong the blowjob he had dreamed of getting for months, but he had been pressing against the extreme limits of his self-control for several minutes now. He just croaked out “Ms. Belle” to warn her, and then clamped a hand over his mouth to muffle his scream.

Rarity withdrew until just his head was in her mouth, and when she tilted her eyes up to him, he let go. Shot after shot of pent-up cum fired into his teacher’s mouth. Spike kept his head down to watch her, and he both saw, felt, and heard her throat muscles working. He was glad she had told him not to masturbate recently, because it meant he had a full load for her to enjoy. When the last load of his orgasm shot out, Rarity swallowed it and released his shaft. A small bit of aftermath beaded on his tip and she kissed it away.

Finally exhausted, Spike collapsed into her chair. He slumped forward and almost slid out of it to the ground but kept his grip on the arms of the chair to keep himself steady. He felt weak, drained, but in a euphoric way. His eyes half-closed, he was distantly aware of Rarity moving and doing something. He felt something cover his dick and focused his eyes to see her hand moving a tissue across it. He raised his head and saw her ball it up and toss it in the wastebasket.

“Thank you,” he panted. Rarity just smiled at him and reached into her purse. He watched her pull out a make-up compact and a hairbrush, and she flipped the compact open and looked into the mirror while brushing her hair back into place.

“And thank you, Spike.” She finished and flipped the compact shut. “Shall we get dressed?”

He nodded and stood. Not a word was said as the two retrieved their clothes and put them back on. Spike frowned as he pulled his T-shirt down to his waist.

“So… is this it?”

Rarity looked at him evenly. “You mean, are we going to have sex again?”

Spike nodded.

“I don’t think a prolonged relationship is wise. No offense meant, Spike, you’re a good lover and a nice young man. But you must be aware of what it would do to us if we were discovered.”

“Of course.” Spike nodded. He’d already known, but she must have thought it worth the risk if she was willing to do it even once, right?

Rarity took a drink from her water bottle and swished it in her mouth before swallowing. She then kissed Spike on the check and put a hand where her lips had been. “But, I am sure we can meet one more time in the future.”

Spike brightened. “Really?”

“Yes.” Rarity gave him a knowing look. “Provided no further assignments are missed or turned in late, and you pass my class comfortably as I know you are able, perhaps we can celebrate the end of the school year together.” She grew more serious. “Until then, I should hope it goes without saying that you will not breathe a word of this week to anyone. And you’ll not stay after class to try and talk me into anything. Some may already wonder why you’ve stayed this week, but if you’re up to date on class work then there is no plausible excuse we could give.”

“Right.” Spike nodded. “Of course.” He gave her a sly smirk. “I kinda like it like this. Our little secret.”

Rarity flushed and shook her head. “That is the kind of thing I mean.” He nodded again. Rarity looked at the door. “Provided the coast is clear, I’d like you to leave first, please. I can see myself out.”

Spike obediently went to his desk and gathered his things. He came back around the desk and set his bag on the ground. “Er, you had a drink of water, right?”

“Yes. Why?”

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. He held back nothing, he pushed his tongue into her mouth and let his hands grab her ass to pull her into him. He was relieved when she reciprocated, sliding her tongue into his mouth and wrapping it around his, and leaning into him. This might be the last time he got to have her in his arms, so he drank his fill as deep as he could.

When the need for oxygen was too much, he pulled back. Memorizing the look of longing in Rarity’s eyes, Spike let out a small sigh. “I am never gonna meet another woman like you.”

Rarity tsked and shook her head. “Do not confuse love and lust, Spike. I barely know you outside of school, and you know nothing of me.”

“I know you’re the sexiest woman alive.”

“I assure you, there are others out there more attractive than I.”

Impossible.

Rarity continued, “And when you meet one that you like as a person and lust for as a lover, I hope you’ll remember what I’ve taught you so that you can please her as much as you have me.”

“I will. I’ll never forget this.” Spike smiled. “I’ll be thinking about this week every night for a long time to come.”

“I may, as well.”

With one last short goodbye kiss to her lips, Spike picked up his bag and headed for the door. He turned the latch and left without looking back.

He’d see her again Monday, after all.

She might change her mind.
> After School
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After School


This place hasn’t changed a bit.

Spike looked over the rows of lockers and posters down the halls. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting one way or the other, but it still gave him a sense of nostalgia. He simultaneously felt younger for being back and older for having outgrown it. He glanced at a teacher who looked up at him as they passed each other; Spike thought he recognized him from one of the first year classes but couldn’t recall the name.

He reached the room he was looking for and paused in front of the door. Here we go. He took a deep breath and raised a hand to knock. I could still leave. He glanced to either side to see if anyone was watching him, but the teacher had vanished and the halls were empty. All the students had gone home more than an hour ago. He swallowed and rapped three times.

“Come in.”

The same voice. The same soft, melodious, sensual voice. Spike felt a shiver go down his spine and straight to his groin. He twisted the door handle and pushed it open.

There she was. Hair in a bun, glasses on her nose. Dressed in a light blue blouse, a purple skirt, and a yellow belt. One finger on her open notebook and the other clutching a red pen. Sitting at the desk they had almost had sex on.

Rarity, you haven’t changed a bit either.

She lifted her head and did a double take. “Spike?”

He felt the tension in his stomach uncoil. He had shorter hair, a bit more musculature, and a different sort of wardrobe, but she still recognized him. He lifted his hand in a wave. “Hi, Ms. Belle.”

Rarity gave a wide smile and pushed her chair back. “It’s good to see you! Come in.”

Spike stepped into the room and gently swung the door closed behind him. Rarity stepped towards him and gave him a hug. “How are you?”

“I’m great.” Before she was a little taller than me, now I’m a little taller than her. A barely noticeable distance, she was still at eye-level with him. But he remembered very well what it was like to hold her in his arms.

Rarity stepped back and smiled. “What brings you here?” She leaned back against her desk and reached up to take off her glasses. They were different than before, more square with a darker red frame, and she let them hang from her neck by a strap.

“You, actually. Well, obviously, I mean, I’m here.” He had mentally rehearsed this conversation for more than a week, but all of his carefully crafted lines had rushed out of his head the moment he heard her voice. Look at me, I’m an awkward stuttering teenager again.

“Is something wrong?”

He snapped back to reality and saw Rarity giving him a concerned look.

“No, I’m fine. Just…” Spike took a breath and composed himself. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“Certainly.”

“Not here.” Spike gestured a hand to the door. “Did you want to grab a cup of coffee, maybe?”

Rarity glanced over her shoulder at the binder on her desk. “The workload is light…and the weekend is ahead of me.” She looked back and nodded. “Give me a minute or two to finish up some things.”

“Great.” Spike nodded back. “I’ll wait by the door to the parking lot, if that’s okay.”

“I’ll meet you there.”

He nodded again and backed out of the room. Out of the corner of his eye he watched her as she moved back to her desk, retrieved a book bag from under her desk, and flipped it open.

Step one done. Now comes the difficult part…





The coffee shop two blocks from the school had been open as long as Spike could remember, but he had never gone there since he had never touched coffee in high school. It was almost a cliched image of what he would have imagined; polished wood interiors for a rustic feeling with baked goods on plates along the counter and most patrons sitting alone with books, laptops, or phones in front of them.

He had ordered a medium coffee with cream and sugar. She had ordered a cappuccino with skim milk and a shot of caramel flavoring. He had no idea what that would have even tasted like as they sat down at a small table against the wall. He watched and waited a moment as Rarity took a spoon she had asked for and stirred it into her drink. She had put her glasses away and let her hair down, deep purple curls falling over her shoulders.

She gave a small huff. “These places always complain if I ask for a latte with extra espresso. ‘Why not just order a cappuccino’? This is why; they’re told to make sure a cappuccino has layers, so they don’t stir them, or don’t stir them fully. All the espresso stays on the bottom, and why would I pay for a cup of foam and milk that I’m only going to taste the last third of?”

Spike nodded and pretended he understood what she had said, taking a sip of his coffee. Not bad. It tasted familiar, even. He wondered what brand the store used.

“So.” Rarity gently tapped her spoon to the rim of her cup and lifted it with both hands. “What can I do for you?” She took a drink, keeping her eyes on him.

She’s still so poised. Spike smiled. “I wanted to see how you’re doing.”

Rarity set her cup down. “Well, I still teach, as I’m sure you noticed. I’m in good health.”

“Good to hear.” Spike nodded. He fidgeted in his seat. “Um…any life changes lately?”

“I moved into a new building last summer. Still a single bedroom, less closet space but the main room is larger. I can more distinctly separate my work area from the living area now.”

“Sounds good.” He stared at his coffee and lifted the cup. Taking a drink gave him an excuse to avoid having to say anything else. I thought I could do better than this…

Rarity tilted her head. “And you? How have you been getting on?”

Damn. Spike swallowed. “I’m good. I got into Canterlot College.”

“What are you studying?”

“Journalism.” Spike felt his cheeks grow warm. “I wanna go into something with writing.”

“A good fit for you. You did have a knack for the written word.”

Did she mean something by that? Spike smiled and tried to search her face for a hint of a joke or a flirt, but he wasn’t sure. Yes, he had good grades in English throughout high school, but Rarity’s classes in particular… I should keep going, before she gets suspicious.

“And I have a job. A used bookstore downtown. It’s not glamorous, but the owner is nice. As long as I do my regular duties she lets me have time off for classes or read books during my shift.”

“An agreeable arrangement,” Rarity agreed. She lifted her cappuccino to her lips and took a long drink with closed eyes. Spike just nodded and looked down at his coffee. His mind had gone blank again.

“Um…”

“Spike, why did you ask me here?”

He raised his eyes and saw Rarity looking at him evenly. He considered feigning ignorance, but she’d see right through him. Never was very good at lying to her. “I wanted to catch up with you.”

“Not that I don’t believe you, but judging from how this conversation is going, I don’t think you had small talk in mind.”

“No. I…” Spike glanced around; the shop was fairly quiet and everyone was minding their own business. Still, he leaned a bit closer. “I wanted to talk about us.”

Rarity gave a firm nod. “I expected as much.”

Is that good, or bad? He tried to tell from her expression and again got nowhere. Spike took a breath. “I just…”

“I’d imagine if you wanted to solicit me, you would have been forthright with it.” She raised her cup to her eyes but didn’t look away.

“I’m not!” Spike held up his hands and quickly shook his head. “I mean, if you wanted to, I definitely wouldn’t say no…” He trailed off and kept his eyes down. “I know it’s been a while, but…I wanted to see you again. I’ve wanted to see you again for a while.”

He heard her give a small sigh and her cup clink on the table. “Spike.” It was the tone of her voice that made him look at her. She had a strange look on her face that made him raise his head and sit up straighter. He couldn’t place the emotion, but he wasn’t used to seeing it on Rarity’s face.

“Let me be frank,” Rarity said softly. “You’re not in love with me. You were in lust with me as a teenager, and you’re infatuated with me now. But those aren’t the same as love.”

“I know that.” Spike rubbed the back of his neck. “I wasn’t going to say anything like that, honestly. All I know is that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I’ve tried, believe me I’ve tried. I’ve had girlfriends, I’ve had dates, I’ve had flings. A lot of them were great. Not to brag, but I remember your lessons and they’ve for sure come in handy. But even when they like me and I like them…none of them ever really clicked for me. And when I’m alone…” he gave Rarity a sheepish look. “I don’t think about any of them. I think about you.”

“You don’t know me, Spike.” Rarity shook her head. “You know Ms. Belle, you’ve never met Rarity.”

“I know some things,” Spike insisted. “I know you’re smart, you’re well-spoken, you’re kind, you’re hard-working, you’re patient. And you’re still the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. Aren’t those traits I’d want in a woman?”

“Certainly, but…” Rarity shook her head again. “You know about me, but that’s not the same as knowing me. You have no idea what I’m like in private. I could be a chainsmoker and a gossip hound who snores like a lawnmower and eats trashy take-out food every night.”

Spike snorted as he tried to keep from laughing. “I admit, I’d never thought of that specific combination…and yeah, that would probably sour things…” 

Rarity gave a small smile. “Just so we’re clear, none of those things are true. The point is that you don’t know if they could be or not.”

“You’re right, I don’t know. But my point is that I want to.” Spike looked into her eyes. “Yeah, maybe this really is a stupid high school crush that I’m not fully over. But what if it isn’t? Shouldn’t I at least try and be sure?”

He saw Rarity’s mouth open, and spoke before she could. “And, I think you owe me that answer. Because I was more than a one-time fling for you, too.”

She stopped and pursed her lip. “Why do you say that?”

“The obvious reason.” Spike gave a small shrug. “If anyone had found out about us, you would have lost your job and ruined your career, maybe even gotten arrested. You didn’t ride me on your desk chair just because I didn’t do my homework.”

Rarity sputtered. “Now, that, that is…”

Spike chuckled at the sight of her so flustered, and immediately felt bad. I’m right, though. “So, yeah. I’m not upset, you didn’t ruin me or corrupt me or anything. I just want to know – why me? Was it even just me?”

She gave a light glare. “Yes, just you.”

“All the more reason I think I deserve to know why.” Spike leaned forward and reached across the table, putting his hand on her wrist.

Rarity looked at his hand and then back at him. “If we’re really going to have this conversation, you need to assure me no one will find out.”

“No one ever has.”

She took a deep breath and tapped a nail against her cup, staring into it. A long moment of silence passed, during which she took a drink and he let go of her so she could raise the cup, and when she lowered it she put her hand on top of his.

Rarity raised her eyes. “Honestly? I was lonely.”

Spike blinked. “Really?”

“Yes…but…” Rarity sat back in her chair and stared into space. “It was more than that…”

This is new. She was right; Spike had never met Rarity, only Ms. Belle. The woman sitting in front of him, looking concerned, embarrassed, uncertain, and wistful, was Rarity. I don’t mind it yet.

“I had my, shall we say, ‘wild’ days. More or less when I was your age, actually.”

“Wild days?”

Rarity looked back at him. “Oh yes. I had a bit of a rebellious streak at times. A part of my life I’m not fond of looking back at. Not for unsavory reasons, but reasons of dignity.”

“How bad could it be?”

“I shaved my head on a bet.”

This time Spike did burst out laughing, much to the irritation of a few patrons around them. Rarity’s face turned red and she lowered her head, her hair falling aside her face. “The point is that those days came and went and I found them thoroughly unfulfilling.” Spike calmed down and gestured for her to continue, and Rarity sat back up. “I realized I didn’t want to be that kind of person as an adult, so I made a choice about who I did want to be. I went to university, I got my degree, and I went into teaching.”

“It’s worked out, hasn’t it?”

“Professionally, yes.” Rarity took another drink of her cappuccino. “I knew if I wanted to pursue a career, the world would not wait for me. But if I wanted to pursue romance, there would be time for that in the future. That was what I kept telling myself, anyway. I was lying to myself. There was never time, I found excuses not to make it. And when I did make time, it was never worth it. I knew what I wanted out of my career, but not from a partner. Did I want to have a family, was I happy alone, did I just want physical intimacy? I’ve had a long time to think about it and I’ve spent most of that time avoiding thinking about it.”

“How–” No. Spike stopped himself, but Rarity noticed and looked at him. “I know I shouldn’t ask a woman this, but…how long? I mean, if we’re talking about us, then…I’d never really thought about the…age gap.”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “I’m forty-five.”

Spike’s eyebrows lifted. “Whoa.” He held up his hands. “I mean, good whoa! You look great for your age. Really great…” He couldn’t stop himself from looking down at her body. “You take care of yourself.”

Rarity’s face fell into a small laugh. “That’s a good sign for you. I wasn’t serious, I just wanted to see if you’d react well.”

“Oh. So you’re…”

“Shave off a decade or so and you’re close.”

“Even better.”

“Back to me,” Rarity’s amused expression faded. “The point is, I was at a crossroads where I was seriously wondering if I was going to be alone for the rest of my life, and if I was content with that or not. I quickly decided no, but if the answer was yes, then what came next? I didn’t know. I just knew that nothing was happening in my romantic life and I was getting damn well frustrated that I didn’t know how to change that.”

Spike lifted his eyebrows at the soft curse.

Rarity rocked her head and her lips curled into a coy smirk. “Then one day I asked one of my students to stay after class. One who was particularly handsome and not particularly keen on hiding his attraction to me.”

“And you indulged me,” Spike finished.

“You worshiped me. You told me all the places you wanted to make love to me and all the ways we’d do it.” Rarity grimaced and sighed. “I’m not as ashamed as I should be when I admit that I liked hearing you gush about how much you wanted me. I liked it much more than I should have. It was nice to feel wanted. Even…looking forward to something, someone, waiting for me at the end of the day…”

She really did. She wanted me. Just as much as I wanted her, but she wanted me. At least, she wanted what I could give her. A rush of tension left his body as he relaxed. This was the answer he had been looking for. A chance.

Rarity fell silent and traced a finger on the side of her almost-empty coffee cup. Spike turned the hand under hers to grip and squeeze her, and her eyes shifted to their now-joined hands.

“Don’t be ashamed,” Spike said. “You didn’t take advantage of me or anything. I was legal, I was an adult. I knew what I was getting into.”

Rarity shook her head. “All the same, it was a mistake that should not have happened, but I let it. As you said, I could have ruined myself if we were exposed.”

“Only because I was your student. If we had bumped into each other on the street and started going out, who would have cared?”

“Who can say? We didn’t have that option.”

“We do now.” He squeezed her hand and leaned forward. “I’m not your student anymore. So, what if we start over?”

“Start over?”

“It’s not even five o’clock yet. You need to eat, right? Let’s have dinner. Call it our first date. We go in like we’re meeting each other for the first time and see what happens.”

“I don’t think it can work like that.”

“Why not?” Spike shrugged. “You said it yourself, I’ve never met the real Rarity, only Ms. Belle. And for that matter, you’ve never met the real Spike, either. You just marked my assignments and tests and read my essays on how horny I was.”

Rarity snorted and pressed a hand to her mouth. Spike joined in the laugh, happy to have caused it.

“I suppose that is a fair point…” Rarity lowered her hand and put it on top of the other, gently patting. She looked at Spike for a long moment. “...Do you know the curry place on the corner of Chanfron and Bell?”

“I’ve heard of it but I’ve never been.”

“Me neither. Shall we?”

Spike’s heart swelled and he knew he was letting it show. “What time?”

“Six-thirty. Give me time to get home and freshen up.”

“Sounds perfect!” He broke into a wide grin.

Rarity lifted her book bag off the ground and pulled out a small purse. Spike glanced at his coffee and realized he had hardly touched it. He brought it to his lips and downed as much as the now-lukewarm brew as he could. At least I don’t let it go to waste. With his other hand he pulled his wallet from his pocket.

The two put their tips under their cups and left the table in silence. When they reached the door and stepped onto the sidewalk of the mini-mall where the coffee shop was, Spike stopped and looked at Rarity’s car.

“Do you need a ride?” Rarity asked as she pulled her keys out.

“No, I can take a bus from here.” He stepped up to her and led her to the driver’s door. “Just one thing.”

“Hm?”

Rarity looked up at him.

Spike put his hands on her hips, closed the distance, and pulled her into a deep kiss.

He wasn’t some awkward teenager pining for his hot teacher. Not anymore. He kissed her with unashamed passion and lust, showing her how long he had been waiting to do this again. His tongue swept over her lips but he didn’t push in, this was enough. He felt her arms curl around his neck and she pulled herself closer.

The feel of her body in his hands. The press of her breasts against his chest. The hot, moist, firm feeling of her lips against his. All had been burned into his memory in that classroom and they hadn’t changed a bit. She was still as soft and as firm and as beautiful as he remembered. Physical perfection.

Now, he was about to learn if the woman was just as captivating as the teacher. And contrary to what she might say, and what he may have conceded, he knew the answer.

They parted and gasped for breath, staring into the other’s eyes. Spike gave a crooked smile and licked his lips.

“If I completely screw this up and we never see each other after tonight, I at least wanted to experience that again.”

Rarity gave a small nod and pressed a hand on his chest.

“Yes…fair enough…” She stepped back and fiddled with her keys, pointedly not looking at his face. “Well, Spike. I’ll see you in an hour or two.”

“Don’t be late, Ms. Belle.”

Rarity stopped and lifted her head. “I don’t think you should call me that in public.”

The awkwardness of stepping into his past had faded with that kiss, and Spike found his confidence again. “Alright. I’ll only call you that in private, Ms. Belle.”

Her face flushed and he saw her lips twitch into a smile. Keep that in mind for later.

Rarity pulled her door shut and the car’s engine revved. Spike stepped onto the sidewalk and watched as she pulled out of her parking spot and turned. She glanced at him and waved, and he lifted a hand to return it.

When she pulled into the street he began walking across the parking lot to the bus stop.

See you this evening, Rarity. And I’ll see you tonight, Ms. Belle.