Dec 27, 2022 7:32 am
Emily and Mr. Edge

Mr. Edge continues to look at Emily Richardsen intently -- so intently that she can't meet this eyes and instead focuses on the flowers she saw him enjoying. They are pretty, but it's difficult to focus on anything beyond imagining the man's hands, his lips on her. She's thought of him often, after all. At night, in the shower, that one time at--
"Emily," the suave math teacher says as he carefully picks a posie and lifts her chin so he can put it behind her ear while he looks her in the eyes, "here."
His fingers linger for a moment on her face, her cheek. Strong but gentle fingers that make her skin tingle, and promise of what might be.
"Beautiful," he says as he eventually drops his hand, grazing -- accidentally or otherwise -- the outside of one of the girl's breasts. "You should come for tutoring sometime. Not that you need it for the math we're doing. But I could help you with more advanced... subjects."

Mr. Edge
Mr. Edge continues to look at Emily Richardsen intently -- so intently that she can't meet this eyes and instead focuses on the flowers she saw him enjoying. They are pretty, but it's difficult to focus on anything beyond imagining the man's hands, his lips on her. She's thought of him often, after all. At night, in the shower, that one time at--
"Emily," the suave math teacher says as he carefully picks a posie and lifts her chin so he can put it behind her ear while he looks her in the eyes, "here."
His fingers linger for a moment on her face, her cheek. Strong but gentle fingers that make her skin tingle, and promise of what might be.
"Beautiful," he says as he eventually drops his hand, grazing -- accidentally or otherwise -- the outside of one of the girl's breasts. "You should come for tutoring sometime. Not that you need it for the math we're doing. But I could help you with more advanced... subjects."