TABOO TALES(erotica)

Ilsa Jager smiled at Andre as he moved to the desk before hers at the front of the classroom. She stood and brought the textbook to him. She set it down and opened it to the next unit in the book.

She watched as his eyes scanned over the page, and he seemed eager to learn.

“Mr. Marin, you enjoy these sessions, don’t you,” Ilsa said.

He looked away from the textbook to glance at her and nod.

“You have a most exceptional mind. Very focused,” she continued with a smile.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

He nodded to her as his eyes returned to the book.

“During the competitions, they will try to distract you from the work. You can tune this out, can’t you.”

Andre nodded as he worked his way down the page, absorbing the formulas.

Ilsa nodded to herself and crossed the room to the door, which she closed after scanning the empty hallway outside. Watching Andre, she locked the door and closed the blinds over the door’s glass. She shut off the overhead lights, leaving only the front of the room lit, but Andre never looked up. She smiled, walked to the back of the room, and crossed over to the windows.

Her classroom was in the oldest, original part of the building. Her antique casement windows faced a wall of hedges the administrators planted decades earlier to prevent easily distracted students from daydreaming. While she had no actual view or much natural light, she preferred the dark for working and was pleased to teach in the old room.

Principal Wallace was trying to replace the building with something new, but the promise of funding had yet to be realized. She’d refused the offer to move her classes to the ugly portables behind the school.

She began quietly closing the Venetian blinds from the back of the room to the front, keeping an eye on Andre, but he just turned the page to start reading the next part.

When all the blinds were closed, Ilsa felt safe in her dark little oasis of calm. This was her domain, where she was the apex predator, and her prey sat before her.

She was standing at the front of the classroom next to her desk. She collected a tissue from a box on the low bookcase by the window and carefully wiped her lipstick from her lips. It wouldn’t do to leave evidence behind.

Since that morning months before, when she’d received a message with a special attachment, she’d been hunting this particular young man. She’d carefully studied him, reviewing his mannerisms and movements. She listened to his speech patterns when he chose to speak and monitored his social patterns. The more she knew about him, the more impatient she became to spring her trap to capture him. She wanted him, and he would be hers.

Ilsa was extremely aware of the dangers inherent in the game she was playing. To make a mistake was to lose everything she’d built for herself.

Math was her first love, and teaching it was her second. She knew math would never fail her, but her ability to continue teaching it depended very much upon her doing this perfectly.

Her third love should have been her husband, but the man she married was weak. When they’d met years earlier, she’d thought he’d be her perfect mate. He was from an affluent and influential family, he was a partner at the law firm he worked at, and she’d grown accustomed to the luxuries his wealth and position afforded her. He didn’t even make a fuss when she insisted she’d keep her last name when they married. But now, he disappointed her in so many ways. His most unforgivable sin was his inability to excite her sexually. She’d been unable to achieve even the smallest orgasm from his efforts.

Then she saw the image of a young god amongst mortals.

His body was sculpted of flesh, but she knew he would feel like marble beneath her.

Ilsa had planned her movements and set her trap. She studied her prey and finally lured him in with the only bait that would work on such a kindred spirit. She could tell math was Andre’s first love as well.

And now he was going to be hers.

She approached Andre from behind and saw he was already on the third page. A thrill shot through her as he understood!

“Math is a universal language which contains no lies or misconceptions. It is pure,” she said softly and saw him nod slowly.

She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it from her shoulders to drape it over the desk behind Andre. She undid her skirt and stepped out of it, placing it on the desk as well. Next, she slipped her panties down her long, toned legs. She smiled, as she was already wet with anticipation. She was standing behind him in just her bra, stockings, a garter belt, and her high-heeled shoes she’d slipped on before he arrived.

Ilsa was aware of the lustful stares the young men secretly aimed at her. The male faculty members weren’t immune to her looks as well. She knew she was beautiful, with pale blue bedroom eyes, a slim nose, and naturally full lips. She only needed a subtle emphasis with eyeshadow, eyeliner, and lipstick to completely capture a man’s attention. She wasn’t quite in her forties yet and carefully maintained her looks for maximum impact. Her gleaming, straight blonde hair reached mid-back. Her muscles were firm and toned from vigilant gym visits.

This exercise had robbed her of her modest breasts, so she had her otherwise worthless husband pay for her new breast implants and worked her way up to an F cup bra. He wasn’t pleased with his investment, protesting pathetically once she passed her C cup implants, but they weren’t for him. She felt sexy, and she enjoyed how easy it was to manipulate men once she had them.

Her ultimate goal was right before her, and it was time to make her efforts pay off.

She reached out with her right hand and ran her fingers through the silky black hair on the back of his head. She felt him freeze at the sensation.

The prey was aware of the predator, but it was too late.