Becky, still pouting a bit looked down at the sheet. “Addition? Long division? This shouldn’t take long!” She quickly snatched up her pencil smiling at him. She quickly went to work.
Jake stood up, admiring the beauty before him. “Becky. . you’re so beautiful.” She looked up. “Hey! Keep working missy!” He scolded sternly. Becky smiled, and looked down once again eager to fish her “work.”
As she scribbled away, Jake walked around behind her and gently placed his hand on her back. He let them slide up to her shoulders and down her bare arms.
“That’s nice . .” Becky sighed, relaxing her arms. But Jake immediately withdrew his hands.
“Becky, you must keep your mind on your work! Please continue!” With an sarcastic sigh and a shake of her head, Becky got back to her simple math problems.
Jake continued stroking Becky’s arms, taking in the slightly flowery smell of her shampoo as he leaned into her and gently kissed her on her neck. He heard a sharp intake of breath and a momentary pause in her writing before he heard he pencil continue on the page.
His hands then moved under her arms, rubbing her rib cage, moving to her front, his hands joining in front just below her breasts. And although she kept working (albeit at a much slower rate) Jake could feel her chest rise and fall much more quickly as he lightly traced the outside of her breasts, then moved his hands over them, keeping his fingertips on the top edge of her bra.
Becky sighed as Jake finally cupped her breasts from behind, gently kneading them, letting the thin fabric slide over the tighter material of her bra. His fingers gently circled over the small bump of her nipples, stimulating them until he felt them harden and elongate under his touch.
Jake pulled his left hand away, and reached over her shoulder. He started unbuttoning the top of her dress. Standing up he looked down her now unbuttoned to see her white bra, her nipples now pointing through its white material. He reached down, massaging her left breast, lightly pinching her nipple through her bra, eliciting a quick guttural sound from Becky. But she continued working.
Jakes hand retreated just enough to allow it to slide back down, now inside the cup of her bra and lightly stroked her nipple with his forefinger. Becky leaned her head down, touching her cheek to his forearm, per pencil slowed to a snail’s pace. After a few moments, Jake withdrew his hands and stood next to Becky.
Breathing heavily she looked sideways, he half closed eyes looking directly at the bulge in his pants. “Jake, I want to . . . touch you . . ,” she said, her hand straying from the page.
“When you’re finished,” he replied, kneeling next to her. She looked back to her worksheet, ¾ finished and continued working.
Jake reached down, and placed his hands over her knees. He then lifted her legs, out from under the table, and placed them on the edge of the table, making sure the bottom of her dress did not slide away from her knees.
Becky continued working, her paper now on the table next to her legs, breathing more and more heavily now knowing how exposed she must be, what Jake would see if he stepped back. He picked up a notebook from the table and placed it in her lap, then moved her worksheet onto the notebook, encouraging her to lean back in her chair. Jake then placed his hand on her knee and slowly spread her legs, making sure the notebook in her lap kept the hem of her dress from falling. He took a step back to Becky, sitting back in her chair, her legs spread, high on the tabletop in front of her. He stood there watching for a few seconds more, reveling in anticipation before slowly getting down on his knees and ducking under the table.