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.”

Author's Note

Ya know when I started this I intended this to be a short, sexy little piece, and here we are a full year later. Ah well.