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.

Author's Note

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