"You want me to teach you WHAT?" I exclaim, unable to contain the outburst after hearing my young pupil's request.
"Y'know, SEX!" she says, the eagerness with which she pronounces the word sending a shiver through my body.
"You're in the seventh grade, Makayla—I doubt you've even had your period yet!"
"Have too!" is the child's petulant response, her cute young face scrunching up in a pout at my quick dismissal.
"That doesn't make it any more acceptable for you to say things like that. Do you know that I could get fired just for listening to you talk about this ridiculous idea?"
Makayla puts a hand under her chin, seeming to think about this for a moment, and then breaks out into a wide smile. "I'm suuuuper good at keeping secrets, "Mr. Cunningham..." she says, putting two hands on my desk and leaning in at just the right angle to let me see down her blouse from my chair.
"Makayla! If you don't cut this nonsense out, I'm going to have to call your parents!" This threat elicits a giggle from the schoolgirl who then pulls herself up onto my desk and flops down on it lazily, kicking off her shoes and letting her skirt hike up enough that her white cotton panties are all too visible.
"All my friends already lost theirs, I'm the only one left out!" she whines, swinging her dangling feet with all the anger of a sexually pent-up preteen.
Their virginities? Just what kind of school is our principal running here to have that many little girls deflowered before most of them are even old enough to be called teenagers? "It's not a race, you've got your whole life to find someone you want to be with like that, rushing it when you're still so young is going to—" Interrupting my attempt at a heartfelt speech, Makayla sticks her stocking-clad feet into my lap and laughs at the sound I make—it's somewhere between a groan of pleasure and gasp of horror.
"You like that? You want me to get you nice and warmed up with my feet?"
"No, I do not! Get out of my office this instant and I won't tell anyone about your scandalous behavior today."
"C'mon, Mr. Cunningham! Don't you wanna do that kind of stuff with me? My friends say all the boys we know just wanna do it rough and then be done—they're so selfish! I bet you'll be way more gentle and..."—she pauses, running a finger down my face to part my lips—"experienced." I don't know why I do it, but I close my mouth around her finger, making her squeal in surprise. "Oh my gosh! I knew you wanted to, Mr. Cunningham..." she whispers, a deep pink staining her cheeks when I start suckling on her digit.
It only takes me a moment to realize what I'm doing and pull myself away from Makayla's hand, my eyes flitting to hers and chest tightening at the look of triumph I see there.
"Wow, what a pervert," Makayla whispers, pressing her sock-covered foot hard into my crotch.
"M-Makayla, cut that out!" I gasp. But the child ignores my plea, continuing to giggle while she prods my growing erection with her feet.
"No! You gotta help me fix my problem!"