Dealing With Unexpected Lust WIP (Jasmine OC-Tober) (Patreon)

The school day had come to a close a few hours ago and Jasmine was sitting at her desk, on her laptop, and staying late once again. A quiet and bored sigh left her lips as she looked from the screen of her laptop to the empty classroom right in front of her, her crystal blue eyes immediately darting over to the closed door that separated her from everyone else in the building.

From teachers staying late to get work done just like her to students who were staying for clubs or sports, she could usually hear dozens of voices in the halls. But, for some reason, today was quiet. Jasmine didn’t know if it was because of Winter Break coming up soon or if today was just an off day for the clubs. But she didn’t really question it as she got up from her desk and made her way toward the door that separated her classroom from the rest of the school.

As she approached the door, Jasmine stopped for just a moment when she spied her own reflection. Just enough to see her light mocha skin, her white hair with black dyed stripes laid throughout, and the gentle smile that she always seemed to carry while present in her classroom. “It’s no wonder some of your students don’t pay attention in class. If I had a teacher that looked like me growing up, I wouldn’t pay attention, either.”

A playful giggle left her when she took another step forward and finally got to the door. The English teacher pulled her glasses from her eyes and peered out of the small window at the top of the door. She wanted to see if anyone was roaming the halls right now, hoping that no one was and this nice quiet could continue for just a little bit longer. As she turned her head to peer from hall to hall, Jasmine heard her laptop ding to notify her of a message. Her crystal blue eyes shut for just a moment as she thought about who it could be. “I swear if that’s Amanda asking if I’m going to be home for dinner, I’m going to slap her when I get home.”

When she made her way back to her desk, Jasmine happily sat atop the furniture like it was just another seat for her, making sure that her plump rear end didn’t knock the “Miss Winters” sign off the desk. She crossed her right leg over her left as she turned and reached for her laptop. When she turned the device enough for her to get a good look at the screen, she pulled up the notification that she had gotten and her jaw dropped the moment that it fully loaded. It was her roommate and best friend, Amanda, alright. But it was Amanda standing in the kitchen wearing nothing but an apron that was clearly too small for her and a smile on her face.

I hope you can make it for dinner! My client left early and I’m preparing something special for you!~

Jasmine’s eyes glazed over the caption for just a moment before they fell back onto the picture that was sent to her. She always loved and admired the way Amanda looked, especially in a picture like this. The way her fiery red hair flowed down to her rear end to cover it while the apron barely covered her ample chest. And those eyes. Those shimmering emerald eyes. Jasmine had been in love with those eyes since she first met Amanda. But to see them glazed with a sense of lust brought her own spark of lust into her.

As she stared at the picture of her best friend, the young teacher absentmindedly uncrossed her legs and slowly brought her left hand to her breasts. She remained quiet as she stared at the picture, taking in every aspect of Amanda’s body that she could while she was alone. However, Jasmine was so engrossed in her friend’s beauty and sex appeal that she failed to notice her fingers sink into her skin through her white top, only hearing a loving moan that pilled from her mouth due to the mild pleasure. Her lips curled into a lustful smile as she continued to gaze at the picture, lost in its beauty while she continued to squeeze her breast.

The pleasure that she was bringing herself rose more and more as the seconds ticked away on the clock in the classroom. All while Jasmine kept her eyes locked on the picture and didn’t mentally acknowledge the fact that her right hand had now drifted underneath her thigh-length black miniskirt. However, the moment that her fingernails dragged along her slightly wet slit through the black panties she had on, a blissful and shocked gasp escaped her lips.

“W-What am I doing? I can’t possibly do something like this in my classroom.” Despite knowing that what she said was the truth, Jasmine couldn’t bring herself to quell her lust and continue with her work. Not when another picture popped up in the chat she had pulled up on her screen. This one showing Amanda sitting against the counter with the apron off and her long hair covering her breasts. Though, now that the picture was taken from the front, Jasmine could see that her friend was wearing a thong and not just going around bottomless in their home.

Unfortunately, that sparked her lust even more, causing quiet but distinctive pants to leave Jasmine as she started to unbutton the blouse white blouse she had on. Her body craved someone’s touch. Whether it be Amanda, herself, or even a student. She just wanted someone to have their hands on her body. And with the knowledge of what could happen if she had a student all over her in the back of her mind, the English teacher knew it’d be better to have her own hands on herself, even if she was caught.