Yikes

Miss Adams grins at me, her hand gently stroking my cheek. "Ohhh, you're so sensitive." I slap her hand away, clearly annoyed. "Can you stop!? This is so unprofessional of you!" I protest, my heart racing, and my cheeks flushed.

However, my protestations are met with a sly response, "Make me." My breath catches in my throat, not expecting that response. Without giving me a chance to react, Miss Adams pulls me down onto her lap, her arms wrapping around me as she continues to caress my hair.

I sit there frozen for a moment, trying to process what's happening. "What. The. Fuck.  Are you doing!?" I finally manage to say, resting my hand on her arm around my waist. "Oh, my baby... just relax," she replies, her tone soothing.

I sit there tense, hesitating before finally giving in and relaxing into her lap. "There we go. I'm not going to bite." she reassures me, her long nails gently scratching my scalp, sending tingles down my back. I find my eyes closing as I feel safe and comfortable in her embrace.

As she continues to cradle me like a little baby, I hear her let out a satisfied exhale. "You like that, huh?" she asks, her voice low and sultry. I'm too tired and comfortable to speak, so I simply nod in response.

Just when I'm about to drift off to sleep, Miss Adams gives me a sudden shove, and I land on the floor with a thud. I stand up in shock and hear the door open behind me. The principal walks in, and I almost jump out of my skin when I realize what the scene must look like.

"Oh, thank god," I think to myself, relieved that the principal has interrupted our... whatever that was. If he hadn't walked in, who knows what would have happened between us.