Faculty Meetings
You enter your office at Sunnydale High School. You are a little annoyed at the moment. Rupert Giles promised to meet you in the library before school. His Citroen is in the parking lot but when you went to his office, no Giles. You seat yourself at the desk and begin to prepare the lesson for your class. You feel a tug at the hem of your dress and reach down quickly to disentangle it. It always snags on your drawer. As you attempt to get back to work, you feel a pair of hands, unmistakably belonging to Rupert, begin to run themselves up your bare legs. You shiver.
Principal Snyder storms into the room. You pretend to concentrate on the papers in front of you and struggle to keep a straight face. "Principal Snyder." You hope he doesn't hear the quiver in your voice as Giles' hands sneak higher to make you squirm.
"I'm looking for that idiotic librarian. Have you seen him?"
You feel his mouth kiss the inside of your left knee. "The idiotic one? Um...," he bites your thigh gently. "No," you clear your throat to get rid of the squeak, "Um, no. Why are you looking for him?"
Snyder smugly regards you for a second, "We have something we need to discuss."
"I believe he had some urgent matters to attend to." Rupert's tongue soothes the mark left by his teeth. 'Oh,' you think, 'if only the little troll knew what urgent matters he is attending to right now.'
Snyder sits down. You sigh. You feel Giles' fingers on your inner thigh, running across the elastic of your panties. You shudder noticeably and Snyder catches it.
"Is there something wrong with you? You're not coming down with that fever are you? I don't need any sick teachers at the school."
"Well, I do feel a little flushed."
"Maybe you should go home to bed, where you belong."
"Bed?...uh...yes...um...I mean no, it's okay, don't worry, I'm sure I'll feel fine soon." 'Don't tempt me, you slug.' You open your legs a little wider as Giles inches his way toward his prize. His tongue touches you and you practically jump. As the material on your panties becomes damp from his open kiss, you feel his tongue pushing near your opening.
"Well, if you see Mr. Giles, let him know I was looking for him." Snyder says as he gets up.
"Yes, of course. As soon as he finishes what he's doing. I mean, that's when I expect to see him." Your legs spasmatically close on your lover's head and Giles bumps up against the desk.
Snyder looks at you obliquely, then turns to leave the room. You sigh in relief until he stops at the door. "What's that noise?"
"Um, mice?" Giles nips you in punishment.
"Nonsense, we don't have such rodents."
"Maybe it was mutant rats."
You feel Giles' muttered "Only one big rodent." against your crotch.
"That we do have," Snyder grumbles.
"Probably goes with the preying mantis lady and mutant eggs." You can't stifle a moan as Giles begins to suck against the material.
"Did you say something?"
"No. Not a thing." You wonder if he's noticed you're now half lying in your seat and there's a definite flush on your face.
"You really don't look yourself. Maybe you should take the rest of the day off." Giles' fingers are now pulling the material down and you wriggle to help him get it past the seat. "Maybe that Rosenburg girl could take over for you?"
"No. No, I'm sure I'll be all right in just a minute. Perhaps some peace and quiet." You hope he takes the hint before you embarrass them all by coming right then. He gives you a suspicious look but finally leaves, banging the door shut behind him.
You feel the cool air caress your lips as Giles finishes removing your panties. "God, I never thought he'd leave!" You are about to admonish him, when his mouth and tongue return to worshipping you. Trying to keep an eye on the now closed door for any more intruders, you surrender yourself to his loving attentions.
As you feel your release nearing, you notice a movement at the door. "Rupert. Somebody's coming."
"I know."
"No. I mean, oh god, the kids are at the door."
"Damn. Why can't they be like normal children and play truant?"
"I knew I should have locked it." You feel him pull back from you. You know he has no choice, but you feel disappointed and frustrated, very, very frustrated.
Xander is the first to enter the room. "Hey. Have you seen Giles?"
Stuck under the desk, Giles decides to make the best of the situation. You feel a pinch at your thighs, and know your lover doesn't want to be found yet. "Why does everybody seem to think I'd know where Mr. Giles is?"
"Because you and he are, you know. Well, you know." It amazes you how Willow's skin can take almost the same hue as her hair when she's embarrassed.
"Know what, Willow?
Buffy rolls her eyes. "She means you're his honey. It's kind of important we find him."
"As in, 'the world is at an end, we have to do something now' important?" You can feel Giles tense.
"Nope. As in, 'I need a book for my next class' important."
"Oh. Well, seeing as your next class is mine, I'll forgive you this time." You tense as you feel Giles moving in for some more mischief. The kids aren't as dense as Snyder. They'll guess something's wrong. You close your legs, trying to stop him. This just succeeds in trapping his head between your thighs. "I-is there anything else?" You speak quickly.
Buffy shook her head. "No. We just thought we'd shoot the breeze."
"Well then, I'll see you in class," you motion at the door. His tongue starts to lick at your crotch, slowly working it's way into the folds of your lips, finding the hidden nub there. "And could you lock the door behind you please?!"
Buffy doesn't move. A strange look passes her face. Then a secret smile comes to her lips. 'Uh-oh, she must have guessed something.' Xander has a lost look on his face, clueless as always.
"Ok, troop," Buffy says, "We're outta here."
You feel fingers pushing at you, invading your opening. You let out a little squeak as they begin to move in and out of your passage.
"Are you all right?" You notice the genuine concern on Willow's face. "You're not coming down with anything are you?"
Buffy's smile now turns into a real smirk. "Well, she is looking a little flushed."
"Coming...with...uh...no...really...I'll be fine...just go on ahead." You give Buffy a killer look, letting her know she'll be real sorry. Later.
Buffy grins and heads towards the door. "Okay guys. Let's go. Our teacher's a little, um, occupied right now." She stops and turns. "Tell Giles I was looking for him. You know, when you do see him." Buffy holds open the door.
"Don't worry I will." You are grateful when she locks the door behind her.
He pushes you back in your chair away from the desk. You notice that he's been a bit busy, removing his trousers and boxers. He lifts you in his arms, turns and sits in the chair. You straddle him. Positioning you, he impales you with his hard cock, filling your empty passage completely. You both sigh as a feeling of fulfillment overcomes you. His hands on your cheeks to guide you, you start a rhythm, riding him the way he'd taught you. Your thigh muscles tense, squeezing into his hips. You marvel at how well you fit together.
You throw back your head and moan You feel one of his hands move to your front, then find your nubbin. He starts rubbing it, teasing you closer to the edge.
"Oh God, Giles! I'm so close!" Moving your head down, you take his mouth in a hard kiss. Your tongue penetrates his lips, mating with his. This time, you're the aggressor. You squeeze him with your inner muscles in time with his thrusts. As if this is what he's waiting for, you feel Giles stiffen before he climaxes.
He tears his mouth from yours, moaning against your throat He thrusts one last time, deep into your womb. It's enough to send you over the edge. He swallows your scream. The next thing you notice is his hands rubbing your back soothingly. He's still inside you, and you can feel him growing again.
You hear a bell in the background and realize that the next class is getting ready to start. You smile. "As much as I've enjoyed this...er, faculty, discussion, I have a class in about one minute."
"Damn. Well, I suppose we'll have to continue this discussion later." You kiss deeply once more, then stand up. "Your face is glowing," he says, holding said face tenderly in his hand.
You look on as Rupert rearranges his clothing and dresses. You start looking around for your missing article of clothing. "Where are my knickers?" You look over at him suspiciously.
A smug grin crosses his face. "A souvenir?"
"You expect me to teach class without my underwear?" He's gone before you can respond. "Damn you Rupert Giles."
The tardy bell rings. Still fuming a little, you straighten your clothes and head into your class. How will you ever be able to concentrate? You walk toward the desk and turn to see your students. The first one to catch your eye is Buffy and she is still wearing her smirk. She must have seen Giles leave.
Your hand goes to your hair, trying to make sure it's smoothed down. You check underneath your desk before you sit down gingerly on the chair. You can still smell his essence and yours from your lovemaking. Now you know you're in trouble. Perhaps you should have pretended to be ill. You could have gone home. Fortunately, no one but Buffy seems to have taken any notice of your...situation.
Sighing, you open the book in front of you. "OK class, today our subject is..." Looking down to your book, you find a note from Rupert between the pages. The words you were about to speak are now all a jumble. You open the note using the book to obscure it from the class. It reads:
He too had bared the front part of his body and she felt his naked flesh against her as he came in to her. For a moment he was still inside her, turgid there and quivering. Then as he began to move, in the sudden helpless orgasm, there awoke in her new strange thrills rippling inside her. Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite, exquisite and melting her all molten inside. It was like bells rippling up and up to a culmination. She lay unconscious of the wild little cries she uttered at the last.
~Lady Chatterly's Lover~
As soon as you feel the warm blush creep onto your cheeks, you realize you haven't said a word in two minutes after stopping mid-sentence. Closing your eyes you look at your expectant students.
"I'm afraid I can't concentrate very well. Willow, please take over the class." You bolt out of the room, heading not for home, but for the library.
You storm into the Library, brandishing the note, looking for blood. "Rupert Giles!" you yell. The library is deserted. 'Must have gone after Snyder.' A sly look crosses your face. Moving toward the office, you decide to get into place.
You smile and seclude yourself under his desk. You don't have long to wait. You hear footsteps coming closer. A familiar pair of legs enter your line of vision. You'd recognize those trousers anywhere. And the shoes...no one wears shoes like those.
As he sits down, you make yourself comfortable. You snake your hand up to his knee. He tenses, but makes no other move to acknowledge you. Your hand inches further up his thigh. You stop as you hear a voice. "I said we hadn't finished our discussion."
You hear Giles sigh. "Principal Snyder, I told you I will not do it." You smile evilly. Oh, this was going to be such fun. You snake your hand up higher.
"Who else is going to run the Talent Show?"
As Giles speaks again, you sneak his fly down slowly. "Not me. Never again." You start to rub him through the material of his boxers, comforting him. You feel him tensing as you rub harder. You feel a dampness on your fingers from where the material touches his tip.
"Where's your school spirit?"
"I'm about to taste it," you whisper as you lean into his heat. Giles clears his throat nervously.
"Where it should be." He pauses as he realises what he's said. "I mean, this has nothing to do with school spirit."
You kiss his hardness, before sucking the material and flesh into your mouth. You growl when you hear Giles suggest your name to Herr Snyder and nip him in retaliation. You extract the hardening organ from its confines of black silk boxers and gaze lovingly at the turgid flesh. You can see the blood pulsing along it's length. You wonder if you have vampiric tendencies as you taste the glistening tip, playfully flicking it with your tongue.
You hear Snyder storm off mumbling "Absent-minded librarians and sick teachers."
You suck the head into your mouth and hear Giles gasp. You laugh against the warm flesh. You start to suck as he begins to pump his hips up and down. His hands come down to intertwine in your hair. You can taste his precum in your mouth and run your tongue around his thick shaft as your hands start to play with his heavy globes.
You feel him groan as his body tenses. His thrusts are shorter and quicker. He pumps into you harder as he nears his release.
Neither of you hear the class bell ring or, a minute later, the library doors open. As he's about to climax, you hear "Giles."
You groan silently. 'Damn those kids. Why can't they get their own life?' Giles pushes you deeper under the desk. You start to remove your mouth, but his hands keep you in place. Smiling at his daring, you start to move up and down his length. You bring up your hands and caress his balls.
"Hey Giles," Buffy begins, then spies the heel of your show protruding from under the desk. She rolls her eyes and starts to back up, ushering her companions out the door. "Just tell me where the history books are." You have no idea what they're talking about. You hear Giles mutter something about "third shelf, second row." You marvel that he can concentrate at all. Your own powers of concentration are centered on the object lovingly filling your mouth.
As you hear the kids leave, you feel his hand move along your spine, inching your dress up. You feel his fingers teasing your exposed ass cheeks, moving closer to your own heavy sex.
"Giles, the book's not here." You hear Willow shout from the somewhere in the library. You quicken your tongue on him and he can't suppress a loud moan. "Giles?" Concern is apparent in her tone. His hand lifts, then smacks you hard on the ass. You jump, give him a little nip as a warning, then continue to lovingly caress him.
He smoothes your butt with tender hands. You squeeze his balls once more, as he groans his orgasm. You begin to swallow as spurts of his semen are pouring into your mouth. You swallow all that he offers, then proceed to clean him up with your mouth and tongue. He lovingly caresses your hair as he admires your handiwork.
You once more hear footsteps and the opening of the door. "Will," you hear Buffy say, "I don't think you should go in th..."
"Giles?" You sense him look up at Willow's query.
"Y-yes?" You can just see his face in your imagination, flushed, slightly blurry-eyed, a dopey grin.
"Are you all right?" You can tell she's worried. "You look a little warm."
You smother a laugh against his rapidly rising cock. You marvel at his stamina. "No. I'm fine now. I was feeling a little...tense before, but now I feel quite...um relaxed." "You sure?"
"Yes, quite all right."
You hear Buffy's snicker in the background. "I'm sure you are. Come on Will. I think Giles wants to be alone."
"But....."
"Yes. Yes. Quite alone. I'll be all right Willow. Thank you for asking."
You know you're completely alone, when Giles hauls you out from under the desk. You can't contain your laughter any longer, and fall against him hysterically.
"I'm glad you think this is funny. If any of them realized, I'd have no control over them." You decide not to mention Buffy to him right now. "You really need to be punished," he says sternly.
You give a puzzled look to the Englishman. You have no idea what he means until he lays you across his lap, your bare cheeks exposed to his critical eye. You begin to become concerned. "Giles. I don't think you should...Ouch!" His hand stings as it comes down on your right cheek. He continues spanking you, until you feel the heat rise from your abused flesh. You notice his arousal growing beneath you and feel yourself becoming more turned on by your 'punishment.'
As his hand whacks you again, you bite his exposed thigh. Your moans of pain turn into moans of pleasure and you rub yourself against him. You bite your lip to keep from crying out. He stops and places his hand on your hot bottom slowly running his finger down your crack to find the wetness of your sex.
"Rupert please!" you whimper. Understanding what you were begging for, he lifts you and brings you down on him. You ride him hard. You're both so aroused by the afternoon that you climax quickly. You slump exhaustedly against him.
"If I knew you'd like being punished," he pants, " I would have done this long ago."
"God Giles, what was in your tea, Viagra?"
He brushes a kiss against your damp forehead. "And how is my favorite teacher feeling now?"
"Exhausted. Boneless. Flushed," you smile and snuggle up to him, "faint. I think I need some TLC."
"Why, it sounds as though you're coming down with the flu. Perhaps a stint in bed?" You glance up at him slowly, mischief etched in his features.
"Perhaps you know of somebody who'd be willing to 'nurse' me?"
You feel his silent chuckle. "Oh, I know of one or two volunteers. In fact, I have some of those same symptoms." You sit straighter, leaning your forehead against his. "Then I think Mr. Giles, that we should both go straight to bed." You laugh at his answering smile.
You enter Giles' apartment in the late afternoon. You take off your coat, hang it near the door and set down your briefcase before moving further into the room. Seconds later, Rupert closes the door behind him and mirrors your actions. He slides his arms around your waist from behind, placing soft kisses on your neck. You run your hands down to cover his, leaning back into him. Sometimes when you dream of him, it's just like this, him holding you so close that you never want him to let go.
Rupert moves his kisses higher, nibbling on your earlobe. A pleasant tingle moves up your spine. You purr low in your throat and feel him smile against your skin. He releases your ear and turns to look into your eyes. As he kisses your lips, you remove his tie and begin to unbutton his shirt. When you run your hands over his bare chest, Rupert deepens the kiss in appreciation. You discard his shirt to the floor and begin to work on his belt. He moves his hands from your back and brings them to the front of your dress. You grab his wrists and replace his hands on your back. He tenses a little until you once again set to work on his trousers. You feel him smile again, his hands sliding down from your back onto your butt and squeezing.
Rupert's pants pool around his ankles. You break the kiss and give him a little shove that sends him reeling back and onto his couch. You kneel down and strip away his shoes socks and pants. He grins at you, clad only in his boxer shorts. You approach him slowly, holding his gaze, and sit on the edge of the sofa next to his long, reclining form.
You lean over and kiss his chest, then move your hands there and lightly rub him. His eyes are twinkling. Your hands glide down his skin, over his ribs at which point you press in and TICKLE!
Rupert almost screams in surprise and begins to jump under your assault, hands flailing to stop you.
"Spank me will you? HA!"
Rupert is giggling as he tries to squirm out of your grasp. When he turns toward the couch, you make your break for it. You bolt for the stairs and he is hot on your heels. As your foot touches down in his bedroom, he dives and grabs hold of your ankle. You gasp as you crash onto the floor. Rupert crawls up the last few step, flips you over and uses your ankle to reel you into him. Your dress slides up in the process, exposing your naked lower half up to your waist.
He creeps up along your legs, the heat of his skin warming you, his chest hair tickling at your legs. He places a wet, open kiss just below your navel. You shiver. He straddle-sits over your thighs. "Sit up for me." It is a husky whisper. You do as your are asked. He grips the bottom of your dress and pulls it gently over your head.
You sit completely bare before him. Rupert stands, smiling. He holds his hands down to help you up. You rise into a warm embrace as he backs you toward the bed. You feel the edge of the mattress with the back of your knees and sit down. As you scoot backwards, he climbs on, never taking his eyes from yours. When you are comfortably reclined, he lays next to you. He is leaning on his elbow, his free hand stroking the side of your face, moving down to your neck, shoulder, breast and rubbing there.
You're finding it harder to breathe. He moves his thumb across your nipple and you gasp. Rupert bends his head and covers your lips with his own. Your fingers move into his soft hair while his hand explores lower down your body. His palm moves between your thighs, stroking upward.
Your hands wander down his chest until eventually your hit the waistband of his boxers. You break the kiss and look into Rupert's eyes. "Take them off." He grins broadly, places a kiss on the end of your nose and step back off of the bed.
Rupert hooks his thumbs in the waistband and begins to slide them down his long legs. He is watching your eyes watching his body. He steps out of the boxers as they hit the floor. He kneels onto the bed and lays beside you once more. "Better?" He whispers in your ear before kissing the lobe.
"Much." You smile, running your hands over the wonderfully smooth terrain of his now exposed cheeks, working your way forward to encircle him gently in your grasp. You hear Rupert's breath catch and you begin to stroke him. He moans against your neck, the vibrations breaking your skin out in goosebumps. His knee slides between your own and he moves over you. You run your hands up his sides and open your legs wider for him. He slides into you, completing the connection.
He begins to pump inside you slowly at first, bringing you closer as he quickens his pace. You bring your hand to his balls, caressing him. Your muscles grab at him as he moves in and out of you. He kisses you deeply, moaning into your mouth as he teeters on the edge. The waves of orgasm begin to overtake you and your climax pulls him along with you. Sated and exhausted from the days activities, you fall asleep in each others arms.
You wake in the morning to the sound of Rupert's alarm clock which your promptly turn off. He stirs to consciousness, in more ways then one as you feel him begin to harden inside you again. You roll atop him without breaking the connection. He blinks awake with a lopsided grin. "Good morning Love." You lean over and kiss him. He arches and eyebrow as you pull back and smile. "We have to get up. We have to get to work."
You slowly shake your head and hand him the telephone. He looks at you questioningly. "We're both down with the flu remember? We're calling in sick today." He opens his mouth to protest. You raise and lower yourself once on his erection. Rupert doesn't say another word, merely picking up the receiver and beginning to dial. You smile and kiss his chest.
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