At first my tongue thrust into his mouth and was flailing around in a feral state of lust but then, unexpectedly his strong, wet tongue began to tangle with my own in a sweet, mellifluous dance of desire. As suddenly as it had begun, the moment of passion was over, he must have opened his eyes and realised what he was doing for he pushed back against my shoulders and looked me up and down with an odd disbelief in his face.

"Mark" It was neither statement nor question.

I was silent for a few moments, and looked anywhere but his eyes.

"Sir...I'm sorry, I don't know what I was doing," a torrent of excuse cascaded frantically out of my mouth "I didn't mean to I just wasn't thinking it was a stupid thing to-"

I was silenced as he took my face in his hands and locked his mouth over mine once again. This time the kiss was more tender, long and slow. I took the time to taste his mouth, sweet, like honey....soft and wet. It was too much to handle, I was overwhelmed by the ecstasy of it all, and my hand my left hand moved, excitedly and tentatively to his shoulder. The feeling of the smooth pinstriped nylon sent shivers through me and I clutched at his suit. Almost of its own volition my right hand came about Mr. Carlaise and landed firmly on his round, pinstriped arse. His body jumped involuntarily at this movement but still remained locked in the kiss. I moved my hand about and explored the squeezable, undulating hills of the man's sizeable bum cheeks. And squeeze I did, clutching, grasping, gripping roughly and longingly. I was in heaven. He pulled away from the kiss. A gentle, wet sound as our lips parted. Only then did I realise how rough his stubble was on my face, like sand around the cotton-soft flower-bud of his lips. I wanted more. He looked me in the eyes once more. I stared straight back. A smile was lighting up his face. A soft grin. I smiled back. I leaned forward and entwined my head around his neck for a moment, like a swan, before biting his ear lobe, gently, wanting to consume the great expanse of man that I could hardly hold in my arms. I whispered in his ear "I've wanted this for so long..."

As if in response, Mr. Carlaisle grabbed my arse with a firm, solid and warm hand. It felt so right....and soooo wrong. We ran our hands over one another’s' bodies, exploring backs, arms, arses and hips through thin layers of clothes. His hot breath erupted in sharp gasps between kisses, tongues curling about one another, licking ears and necks. He seemed to be pushing me, not away, but directing me- directing me towards the storeroom in the corner of the classroom, a small walk-in cupboard used to store Books, Novels and other equipment. He pushed me up against the door and wrenched it open behind my back. We fell into the darkness and he pulled the door closed behind us, slamming me against a bookcase. I pulled him further towards my body, gripping his back, I wanted to feel all of the man's weight on me...so hot against my skin. Amidst all the groping and kissing, I reached down and slowly undid his leather belt, he did not notice, but needless to say he was incredibly surprised when his pinstriped trousers suddenly fell about his ankles.

"Mark," he whispered, suddenly nervous "I'm not really