Hot for Teacher: Part 1
[ 10 ] SINGLE LINE EXTRAS
LAURA ROSLIN/SEAN ALLISON
Summary. This is an AU origin story wherein Laura sleeps with her then student Sean Allison.
1. The Field Trip
2. The Sex Ed Class
3. The Dance
4. The Jail Bait Wait
5. The Most Reckless Thing
6. The Real Thing
7. The Safe Word
8. The Focus
9. The Explanation
10. The Rustling Curtain
The Field Trip
Sean wasn’t at all interested in the war museum. As his friends chatted away, looking in awe at the defunct Centurion, his vision was drawn toward Laura Roslin. She half-heartedly flipped through the brochure, no doubt annoyed at giving up her Saturday to chaperone this trip.
She licked her lips, drawing her tongue first over her top lip and then her bottom as though licking off frosting… or whipped cream… Sean was transfixed, staring unabashedly at her mouth. He realized he’d been holding his breath when she turned away.
He drew his backpack to his front to hide his erection.
The Sex Ed Class
Rain pounded outside the window, Sean watched Laura longingly. It was either incredible good luck or a cruel twist of fate that it was Laura’s turn to teach the sex-ed class. He watched her lips move as she spoke but didn’t really hear the words, like she was whispering sweet nothings to him.
“Who wants to demonstrate putting the condom on the banana?”
Unsurprisingly, no one volunteered.
“Mr. Allison?”
His heart pounded in his chest as he approached. She handed him the banana and the condom, her fingers tickling his palm as she pulled back; he tried to breathe normally.
The Dance
Laura sipped the spiked punch - a small part of her knew that she should be upset about the alcohol at a school dance but she was too grateful for it. Sweaty teenagers slapping eachother’s asses and gyrating to grating pop music did not a stimulating evening make.
Laura’s eyes landed on Sean Allison across the dance floor and a shiver ran down her spine, right to her centre. She imagined dragging him to the floor and pressing her body into his, feel his eager hands raking over her curves.
Her whole body flushed with arousal and she averted her eyes.
The Jail Bait Wait
Laura walked through her small studio apartment after the dance, stripping out of the semi-conservative dress, out of the wonder-bra, thong and silk stockings. Her heated flesh slid over the cool fabric of the sheets and she retrieved her eye mask and her vibrator.
She pushed the vibrator into herself, crying out, Sean’s name falling from her lips. The utter madness of the situation - frakking herself to fantasies of a student - seemed only to fuel her desire. The harder she frakked the louder she cried until finally she collapsed, panting, the image of Sean’s face imprinted in her mind’s eye.
The Most Reckless Thing
“This is the most reckless thing I’ve ever done.” She murmured, more to herself than to Sean as she pulled his shirt up over his head, dragging his hips against hers.
He captured her lips, kissing her deeply, she relaxed against him. She reached into the shoddily constructed nightstand for a condom.
She slid down onto his cock with a moan. He gripped her ass, thrusting into her. She moaned loudly, gripping the headboard, thrusting her hips into his. He groaned, her heat engulfing him, driving him crazy with desire.
The ice in the lemonades she’d poured melting and forgotten.
The Real Thing
The tv droned the news about the latest cylon war battle Laura lazily traced circles on Sean’s chest. “Damn, boy, how did you learn to do that?”
“Well, I had a great sex ed teacher.” Sean grinned.
Laura laughed.
“Plus I’ve thought a lot about what I’d like to do to you.”
“Oh, yeah? How does it compare with the real thing?”
“The real thing is definitely better.” He dipped his head to kiss along her collarbone. “You even have bigger tits than I imagined.”
She stroked his growing erection with a sly grin, “so why don’t you frak them?”
The Safe Word
Laura tied the blindfold behind her head, securing it snugly over her eyes, “my safeword is Pythia.”
Sean climbed over her but she stopped him, “don’t forget the condom…”
He nuzzled her neck, nipping at the supple flesh. “It’s okay, I’m clean.”
“I’d rather not get pregnant, thank you.”
He grinned, “okay, I gotcha.” He smacked her ass, “wait for me.”
She slipped her hand between her thighs. “No promises.”
He returned, nestling between her legs. She held her breath waiting for him to move. Finally he thrust into her and she gripped fistfuls of the sheets as she moaned.
The Focus
“Do centurions have sex?”
“No, they’re robots. Concentrate on what you’re doing, please.” Laura murmured, her arm draped over her eyes.
He grinned, “yes, ma’am.” His tongue glided over her folds, his stubble tickling her thighs.
She moaned, deep in her throat and he pushed two fingers into her. She let out a shaky breath, his tongue swirled around her clit and his fingers curled inside her. Laura’s fingernails dug into his shoulders as her muscles started to clench and tense.
Finally, as her orgasm ripped through her she let out an almost animalistic growl. She closed her eyes, panting.
The Explanation
“Ohhh gods…” Laura panted, raising up and sliding down onto Sean’s cock. “I’ve wanted this since the dance…”
“What took you so long?”
“You’re jail bait*, boy.” She laughed, moaning as she rode him. “I just couldn’t help myself anymore.”
“Thank the gods…” He slid the ice cube between her breasts and down to her belly button. She whimpered and cried out as she came suddenly.
He kissed her face and pulled back. “Hey, are you crying?”
“Sometimes coming makes my eyes water…” She reached up and wiped her face. He took her hands away and kissed up her cheeks.
*just in the sense that he’s a student and she’s his teacher, as previously stated, he’s over 18 in all these drabbles, there are no minors in sexual situations anywhere near my things.
The Rustling Curtain
Outside the rain had slowed to a drizzle but inside Laura’s apartment nothing had slowed. Laura was bent over her kitchen table, biting down on her lip, moaning loudly. Sean gripped her hips as he thrust harder into her and she held the small vibrator to her clit.
The tabletop was cold but it was the only thing the right height for just the right angle of penetration - she only hoped that the damn thing’s legs wouldn’t give out.
Laura looked up in time to see the curtain of the apartment across the courtyard flutter shut and her heart stopped.
LAURA ROSLIN/SEAN ALLISON
Summary. This is an AU origin story wherein Laura sleeps with her then student Sean Allison.
1. The Field Trip
2. The Sex Ed Class
3. The Dance
4. The Jail Bait Wait
5. The Most Reckless Thing
6. The Real Thing
7. The Safe Word
8. The Focus
9. The Explanation
10. The Rustling Curtain
The Field Trip
Sean wasn’t at all interested in the war museum. As his friends chatted away, looking in awe at the defunct Centurion, his vision was drawn toward Laura Roslin. She half-heartedly flipped through the brochure, no doubt annoyed at giving up her Saturday to chaperone this trip.
She licked her lips, drawing her tongue first over her top lip and then her bottom as though licking off frosting… or whipped cream… Sean was transfixed, staring unabashedly at her mouth. He realized he’d been holding his breath when she turned away.
He drew his backpack to his front to hide his erection.
The Sex Ed Class
Rain pounded outside the window, Sean watched Laura longingly. It was either incredible good luck or a cruel twist of fate that it was Laura’s turn to teach the sex-ed class. He watched her lips move as she spoke but didn’t really hear the words, like she was whispering sweet nothings to him.
“Who wants to demonstrate putting the condom on the banana?”
Unsurprisingly, no one volunteered.
“Mr. Allison?”
His heart pounded in his chest as he approached. She handed him the banana and the condom, her fingers tickling his palm as she pulled back; he tried to breathe normally.
The Dance
Laura sipped the spiked punch - a small part of her knew that she should be upset about the alcohol at a school dance but she was too grateful for it. Sweaty teenagers slapping eachother’s asses and gyrating to grating pop music did not a stimulating evening make.
Laura’s eyes landed on Sean Allison across the dance floor and a shiver ran down her spine, right to her centre. She imagined dragging him to the floor and pressing her body into his, feel his eager hands raking over her curves.
Her whole body flushed with arousal and she averted her eyes.
The Jail Bait Wait
Laura walked through her small studio apartment after the dance, stripping out of the semi-conservative dress, out of the wonder-bra, thong and silk stockings. Her heated flesh slid over the cool fabric of the sheets and she retrieved her eye mask and her vibrator.
She pushed the vibrator into herself, crying out, Sean’s name falling from her lips. The utter madness of the situation - frakking herself to fantasies of a student - seemed only to fuel her desire. The harder she frakked the louder she cried until finally she collapsed, panting, the image of Sean’s face imprinted in her mind’s eye.
The Most Reckless Thing
“This is the most reckless thing I’ve ever done.” She murmured, more to herself than to Sean as she pulled his shirt up over his head, dragging his hips against hers.
He captured her lips, kissing her deeply, she relaxed against him. She reached into the shoddily constructed nightstand for a condom.
She slid down onto his cock with a moan. He gripped her ass, thrusting into her. She moaned loudly, gripping the headboard, thrusting her hips into his. He groaned, her heat engulfing him, driving him crazy with desire.
The ice in the lemonades she’d poured melting and forgotten.
The Real Thing
The tv droned the news about the latest cylon war battle Laura lazily traced circles on Sean’s chest. “Damn, boy, how did you learn to do that?”
“Well, I had a great sex ed teacher.” Sean grinned.
Laura laughed.
“Plus I’ve thought a lot about what I’d like to do to you.”
“Oh, yeah? How does it compare with the real thing?”
“The real thing is definitely better.” He dipped his head to kiss along her collarbone. “You even have bigger tits than I imagined.”
She stroked his growing erection with a sly grin, “so why don’t you frak them?”
The Safe Word
Laura tied the blindfold behind her head, securing it snugly over her eyes, “my safeword is Pythia.”
Sean climbed over her but she stopped him, “don’t forget the condom…”
He nuzzled her neck, nipping at the supple flesh. “It’s okay, I’m clean.”
“I’d rather not get pregnant, thank you.”
He grinned, “okay, I gotcha.” He smacked her ass, “wait for me.”
She slipped her hand between her thighs. “No promises.”
He returned, nestling between her legs. She held her breath waiting for him to move. Finally he thrust into her and she gripped fistfuls of the sheets as she moaned.
The Focus
“Do centurions have sex?”
“No, they’re robots. Concentrate on what you’re doing, please.” Laura murmured, her arm draped over her eyes.
He grinned, “yes, ma’am.” His tongue glided over her folds, his stubble tickling her thighs.
She moaned, deep in her throat and he pushed two fingers into her. She let out a shaky breath, his tongue swirled around her clit and his fingers curled inside her. Laura’s fingernails dug into his shoulders as her muscles started to clench and tense.
Finally, as her orgasm ripped through her she let out an almost animalistic growl. She closed her eyes, panting.
The Explanation
“Ohhh gods…” Laura panted, raising up and sliding down onto Sean’s cock. “I’ve wanted this since the dance…”
“What took you so long?”
“You’re jail bait*, boy.” She laughed, moaning as she rode him. “I just couldn’t help myself anymore.”
“Thank the gods…” He slid the ice cube between her breasts and down to her belly button. She whimpered and cried out as she came suddenly.
He kissed her face and pulled back. “Hey, are you crying?”
“Sometimes coming makes my eyes water…” She reached up and wiped her face. He took her hands away and kissed up her cheeks.
*just in the sense that he’s a student and she’s his teacher, as previously stated, he’s over 18 in all these drabbles, there are no minors in sexual situations anywhere near my things.
The Rustling Curtain
Outside the rain had slowed to a drizzle but inside Laura’s apartment nothing had slowed. Laura was bent over her kitchen table, biting down on her lip, moaning loudly. Sean gripped her hips as he thrust harder into her and she held the small vibrator to her clit.
The tabletop was cold but it was the only thing the right height for just the right angle of penetration - she only hoped that the damn thing’s legs wouldn’t give out.
Laura looked up in time to see the curtain of the apartment across the courtyard flutter shut and her heart stopped.