A story commissioned by  PORNGUY, featuring  ZP92's Charizard teacher, Ms.Zard.

Story was written by  Ohmagaz
Ms.Zard ©  ZP92

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After class Part.1

The bell resonated through the entirety of the school at 5.30PM, indicating in one recognizable sound the end of today’s classes. The students mechanically stood up from their seats, leaving the classrooms as soon as the long awaited sound was heard, wandering through the corridors towards the same destination; The exit. Even though I was part of the moving crowd, it seemed that I was the only student who wasn’t reaching to get out of this daily prison, as I reluctantly went past the front gate, which trespassing rays of light and liberty were taunting me, adding salt to my injury. Today’s schedule was exhausting to say the least, with a science class that nobody understood at 8AM, to the very last class of the day, geography, which ended at 5:30PM. And that’s without mentioning all the other worst class subjects ever, hours of pure boredom if you were unlucky enough to not care or understand about the given subject. That was unfortunately my case, as I was about to pay for it in a way that, in appearances, would be every student’s nightmare ; An after class given to me by Ms.Zard, the mathematics teacher, at the end of her 10AM class, during which she caught me sending texts to my friends from other classes. I think I would have preferred everything else than after classes. She could have called my parents or given me lines to write, but no, it seemed that her plan was to give me the most painful of punitions. Maybe those rumors roaming around the halls about her leading a second life as a sort of dominatrix were true, after all… Heh, only the internal jokes I’d tell myself would make me not want to leave this school forever at that point. Besides, why was I about to take an after class? That’s only something for bad behaving student, and it’s not like I was bad at math either, that was quite the opposite in fact, the classes were too easy and boring for me.

It would be painfully wrong to say I am a bad student. In fact, I am a very good one! I have almost never suffered any disciplinary action, always behaved respectfully and been helping other students when they asked me. I was even the best of my class in terms of grades in multiple subjects, like History, English, and of course, Mathematics. Hell, I was the only one who had the blessing of understanding Mr.Rark and his farfetched explanations about the composition of atoms. I suppose his phantasmagorical view of seeing science and the close relation between science and maths resonated with me. In all the other subjects, I was slightly above the average, but that was not enough for me to be considered the “nerdy” one of my class, even though I objectively was passionate by the quirky things nobody else would be passionate of. Fortunately, unlike the “public nerds” of my school, I hide this kind of things very well, and I’ve only gave my trust to my companions of the school’s theater club, which was mostly composed of the same kind of peoples like me, bundles of repressed emotions. It felt good to be able to freely talk about those things with them, and gossip at how “normie” the other students of my class were. Point is, I have the teachers and school’s representatives on my good side, and Ms.Zard too seemed to like me a lot, I thought that I would just get gently reprimanded if I did any wrongdoings, so, why is there the need for such a drastic sentence? I found it quite unfair, when I think that worse students get away with only a warning.

I sighed. It’s not like I could have said no anyway, she had confiscated my phone, and the only way to get it back was to accept my sentence. At least I would be able to gossip again on the theater’s group chat… I shot a last long stare at the exit that I wouldn’t be able to reach, before turning left to enter the secondary school building. I had the intimate feeling something was wrong about this situation I had put myself in, though. Even if I had accepted the fact that a measure like this one was effectively scaled to my student’s profile, why would she choose a room in this building for the execution of her evil plan? It was exclusively reserved to administration and break rooms for teachers. I believe that at this hour, the classrooms were all free, since all the students would have left, yet the administration would still be there for an hour or two more… Which made me really wonder why this place had been chosen? I mean, I wasn’t going to have an after class in a breakroom, that would be ridiculous, right? Besides, she hasn’t even been clear about the room number, she just told me to “Wait for her near the staircase of the first floor”… Something was clearly strange.

I took a suspicious look around me, looking for that out of place thing that would help me figure out the answers of my questions, but to no avail. The only thing I noticed was how grey and corporate this place looked. There were close to no decorations at all, only grey corridors, ground and walls, enlivened from places to places by either a large plant, which green color would sufficiently contrast with the monochrome area, either vending machines, flower fountains, evacuation plan posters and chairs aligned along the walls in certain areas that I assumed were waiting areas. That was the case of that famous “place with the staircase”, as the halls grew bigger into a small square space outlined by chairs, and even a bench right next to the door leading to the staircase. There was another door right next to it that was leading to the principal’s office, if we referred to what was written on the indications right next to the door. A bit nervous about the possibility that I may have gone to the wrong place, I took a sit on one of the chairs, waiting for my teacher to arrive. After a while, it was about 5.45PM when I began really wondering if I was in the good place, but then I heard a door open right next to me. It was the principal office’s door, and the person who came out of it was…

“Hello again, Michael! I hope the rest of the day went well for you.” She said with a sly tone, almost as if she was happy to see me.

Ms. Zard was an anthropomorphic female Charizard, with the same color patterns and features thas an actual charizard, which included an orange and cream body pattern, wings which inside part was green, while the rest of them were the same orange hue than her face and most part of her body, and a tail, which, on the opposite of actual charizards, wasn’t emanating fire from its tip. There is one thing you have to know about that teacher though; She is, and has always been on the… Arousing side of the teacher spectrum. And she was willingly holding this reputation in the school. I’ll explain : Her body was straight up perfect for someone whose fantasy was driven towards chests and rumps, hers being surprisingly big, big, as in, big enough to be able to smother your whole face in them, to the point that wondering about whether she could have back problems due to those was a legitimate interrogation. She was the perfect fantasy of a man who’d be all about “TILFs”, “T” standing for “Teacher”, replacing the usual “M”, and she knew it. She would always be coming to class with a very tight dark grey tailor vest, showing a huge part of her cleavage, and a lighter grey skirt that stopped slightly below her knees, which thin yet powerful looking legs ended in black heels. She also always came to class with a big amount of make up on her face. She would often take suggestive poses while explaining her lessons, which made most of the guys of my class, as well as some girls too, spend their class time marveling at her body more than learning anything. There has even been rumors statin that during a detention time a student got from her, he and the Ms.Zard had spent the entirety of the detention having sexual intercourses. The guy who launched the rumor was a Rattatta jock who was known to tell a lot of lies to get attention though, so it became more of a running gag than an information that was taken seriously. Even Ms.Zard herself embraced the joke, from time to time. It was a mystery how she would still be teaching in this school, as she was as openly erotic looking and “limit flirting” in front of the other teachers and head officers, but it was for the pleasure of either the perverted students who would get to be encouraged by such an arousing body all day, either the purest ones, who would learn a lot from her classes, which were actually pretty good. To make it short, she was sexy and she knew it, and everybody liked her, whether it’d be for her body or her classes.

Seeing her as she was standing up right next to me and looking down at me made me realize how tall she actually was, probably thanks to the Charizard DNA running in her blood. She was probably around 6 foot 5, taller than a well grown male adult. I think the only person who was taller than her was our PE teacher, Mr. Choke, and it wasn’t for much. I’d always take the back seats of the classroom, so I didn’t notice how it must be intimidating for other students to have her right in front of them during the whole hour … With a size like this probably came a strength that would allow her to control any potential attacker, and seeing her so close and towering over me unexpectedly tightened my throat a bit, as I only launched a weak “H… Hello, Ms.Zard…” back at her.

- You arrived sooner than expected. I appreciate that. She gave me a friendly pat on the shoulder as she said that. Or at least I felt like it was supposed to be a friendly one, as the strength of this action was actually enough to make me feel a sharp pain in my shoulder, meaning that Ms.Zard was probably not aware of her strength at all.
-S… So… Where are we going? I timidly asked, repressing a grumble of pain, locking my gaze into her piercing red eyes.
-My, so eager to start… She answered in a slow voice. Let’s go upstairs, I’ll lead the way.

Ms.Zard passed right in front of me and opened the door to the staircase, as I followed her from a distance, a bit intimidated and kind of frightened to have a conversation with her during our ascension. Not daring to look at her from behind, as I was scared of it feeling like indecency, my attention eventually got driven to her when she took out her high heels before climbing up the stairs. This got me to instantly feel a wave of heat coming from every pores of my body, making me feel like a living heater for a moment. I acted as if I hadn’t seen anything, rapidly drifting my gaze again. But since I was behind her during this whole time, I couldn’t help but look at the bare feet of my teacher flexing and flattening on the ground at every step. She was about five or six stairs ahead of me all the time, which gave me the occasion to look at her five-toed feet more discretely, as they were almost directly at eye level. Ms.Zard’s feet had always been a wonder to me, and they were the source of yet another rumor that was circulating about her. Apparently, a lot of students, as well as teachers, have had the occasion to express their admiration towards her feet in a… Very passionate way. It was supposedly as simple as just telling her about the love you felt of her feet, and she would let you have them after class, or at another time she would see fit. And again, she seemed to be embracing the rumor, taking it as far as kicking her bare feet up on the desk during tests, or occasionally showing her sole to the whole class when a student would ask it. I wasn’t one to believe in rumors, and I made it sound like I didn’t really care in front of my friends, but, just like my true nature, it was all about hiding it very well. I’ve always secretly been aroused by the sight of my math teacher’s soles, even when seeing them from as far as the back of the classroom, and the rumors about them were enough to fill my imagination with all sorts of fantastic scenarios, which I would write and share on the Internet in my private time, anonymously of course. I’ve even received some comments from profiles that I had recognized to be other students from the school, who had the courage to not hide behind a default profile picture and fictional name. Despite my written fantasies, I knew that I wouldn’t get to have the same treatment than the other students though. There was just no way someone as timid, paranoid, and self-esteem lacking like me was going to talk or let alone make a joke about something like that in front of her, or any of my classmates. I wouldn’t even talk about it to my theater club’s friends, that suffices to say how private I was about it. But right now, I had the possibility to give an in-depth-ish view, and what I thought would be the closest look I’ll ever get of them.

The image burned into my memory forever. Seeing the much anticipated pair of soles lifting up in the air, slightly splaying their toes and forming an ocean of wrinkles which my eyes would drawn into, as the numerous toes would slightly shift position at each lifting, the tender skin of her cream colored sole seeming to glide like a silk cloth around its surface area, and the five toes, each of them terminating in a cute toe claw, would curl a bit during the motion, as if in a dance that lasted only this second, a microscopic movement that gave all of its identity to the entirety of this body part of her, before her sole planted itself into the ground again, redefining its wrinkly mass at equal parts, as most of her back heel and malleolus were visible, at the exception of the external digits outlining their side. Finally, the reflection of the staircase’s light would sometimes reflect on a golden toe ring she was wearing on the index finger of her left foot, highlighting the toes even more. One floor, then two floors of this arousing scene unfolding in front of my narrowing eyes took place, before she put her high heels on again, disappointing me a bit of the short duration of this timeless event. She opened the door to the rest of the building, and held it for me to pass first, which I answered with a quick “Thank you”, and a nod of my head.

“Tell me, did you like the view?”
- Huh?

The sudden interrogation took me by surprise, as I took a halt, turned around and threw a surprised stare at my interlocutor with a concerned look. The alarm signals went off in my brain as soon as I realized how weird the question was. Asking me about the view? Why would I… A view? Could it be…

“E-Excuse me… What do you mean?” I answered trying to sound as innocent as possible. It was impossible to have been caught, right? The teacher had her back at me, and I made sure to stop looking as soon as she arrived at a point when she would have to turn back to take the following set of stairs… The blood began rushing in my body and I felt another heatwave hit my chest at the idea of getting caught.
- I saw you, you know? She said with a wry smile, which had the effect on making my whole body stiffen up, before continuing. You were staring at my ass, I know it.

My thoughts as well as my face were expressing a genuine misunderstanding at this ending sentence. she really thought I had looked at her…

- Wha- Nonono, I-I swear I wasn’t- I vividly exclaimed, fearing that this misunderstanding would lead to undesirable consequences. I swear I wasn’t looking! My facial expression and body language seemed to have been convincing enough to make Ms.Zard believe that I was totally innocent of the crime she was accusing me of. Which I was… In the sense that it wasn’t the part I was looking at.
-Relax, I was just joking~ She winked at me as she said that last sentence. I think I wish I hadn’t seen that wink. A teacher having a flirtish attitude with me wasn’t something that I was used to, and it made me feel highly uneasy.

I understood that I had to be very careful though. Somehow the consequences of getting caught staring at her feet seemed way worse than getting caught staring at her posterior after that answer from her. Even if this accusation was no more than a pervy joke that she had made to lighten the atmosphere… It would have been very uncomfortable to have admitted for having stared at her feet while it wasn’t the subject topic at all… Just thinking about this possibility, the existence of a timeline in which I had admitted to having stared at her soles at this very moment was making me want to insult myself. Turning my head away to avoid my math teacher noticing my blushing face, I did notice the office door she had casually opened and held for me just like she did with the staircase’s door.

“Hum… Michaël? This way…” She insisted, tapping her shoed foot on the ground a bit impatiently.
- Y-Yes, forgive me… I nodded before heading to the office I was invited in.

I entered, and the first thing that ran around my head was that this room had nothing to do with the overall decoration of the halls and all the other places of this building. While the desks and corridors were a dull and cold light grey in the rest of the place, the office I just headed into had a very relaxing brown hue to it, suggested by the antique furniture and decoration elements, striking an obvious contrast in terms of general mood and atmosphere. In terms of layout, it looked like a basic counseling room, as the main feature of it was a large dark brown desk made out of polished wood, on which were piled lots of books, paper stacks and random office supplies that seemed kind of lazily thrown there. As cliché as it seemed, there was even an apple on it. On the two sides of the desk were two chairs, one in front, and one behind the desk, the package being illuminated by the basking light of the backwall window, letting the orange hue of the sky get through the glass and reflect against the furniture’s surface.

“Wo…Woah…” I could only express in awe.
- Welcome to my office. Fancy, huh? She closed and locked the door behind her as she followed me inside, as a clicking sound indicated.
- B-But… How? Were the only words that came out of my mouth.
- Let’s say… She sat on the desk and slightly rubbed her thigh area, slightly lifting the very edge of her skirt. I have my ways…

A few seconds of silence followed, as I was hiding the red shade that my face was trying to take in response to this umpteenth allusion, not saying a word and trying my best not to imagine the imagery of what must have happened…

- A-Anyway… Ms.Zard broke the silent, a bit embarrassed, before sliding of the other side of the desk in a swift motion and sitting on the chair behind it. She then bent over behind the desk, looking into what was probably a nearby drawer. She took a bunch of papers out of it before presenting them on the other side of the desk.
“Please take a seat, Michaël. ” She commanded with a strangely calm and serious tone, her hands pressed together on the desk.

I listened to my teacher’s order and slowly walked over to the empty chair in front of me without a word, anxious of the upcoming events. I have always hated being in a room full of peoples, but I think I hated being face to face with one single person in an empty room even more. The eerie silence and the comfort zone breaking proximity was making me sweat already. I’d now have the right to get the famous pre-after class prevention message and warning, I thought. I was already getting ready to handle it and get finished with the rest quickly, as I was looking over the blank papers, trying to read the exercises through them.

“So… You do know why I brought you here, right?” The teacher continued with her serious tone.
- Yes, I do… I nonchalantly answered, decided not to make the conversation drag too long, as I figured that the sooner it would be over, the sooner I would be home. I disturbed your lesson and been disrespectful by utilizing my phone in class.
- Well, that’s officially the reason, but… I’ve got other reasons. Propositions, to be more precise…
My ears twitched a little as I wasn’t expecting to hear such a thing, as my interest sparked a bit.
- Wh-What do you mean..?
The charizard anthro woman’s stern expression slowly turned into a naughty smile once again.
- Ah, I’ll tell you once you finish your exercises~ She leaned back on her chair, crossing her arms behind her head in a relaxed stature. Now, get to work.

I was repressing the urge to just run away from the room because of the weirdness of the current situation, but since I didn’t want want to get in any trouble and finish with this once and for all, I reluctantly grabbed the sheets of paper and a pen which was next to them. I turned the papers, supposing that I would either dread what I was going to see, either be faced to the same exercises that we usually do in class. And if the latter was the case, that would mean I was going to be home sooner than expected, which was a good thing. But what I read on that other side of the paper was something that I wasn’t expecting. The exercises were… Harder than those in class. In fact, I am pretty sure they weren’t in this year’s program. I blocked a bit as my mind was processing the unexpected scene that I was confronted to. I looked at Ms.Zard with surprise in my eyes, as she was acting as if she hadn’t seen me, taking a bit of the apple that was on the desk before, making an even more cliché apple chewing noise. These exercises… Maybe that was what she meant by referencing “other reasons”? I would be almost pleasantly surprised if she had ruined my evening to actually talk to me about the reasons I used that phone in class, instead of just punishing me the harshest way. Only almost though, since my evening was still ruined because of her. I guess I should at least make her a favor for her effort and get into the exercises seriously. The hopes of getting a peaceful rest of the day after this had already worn out anyway. I faced down my exercise sheet, internally cursing me about how long I had been looking at my teacher, and started working on answering the different problematics that were given to me. And at this moment, it was almost if the silence was… Comfortable. I wasn’t really caring about the situation I was in anymore, I was just focused and concentrated on my math test.

This lasted for two exercises, which was about 20 minutes in actual time scale, and I was still glued to that piece of paper, until I heard a sound, which sounded like a thump. I felt like I had heard this noise before, and despite how unhinged by this sound I wanted to be, I couldn’t help but feel like it was very important. Suddenly, Ms.Zard yawned and extended both of her feet on the desk, exhaling a little sigh of comfort. And then I realized what the sound I previously heard was. That was the sound I had heard when she had taken off her heels back to the staircase… Which meant… I dared looking at my left, trying not to turn my head too much as to not indicate my fidgeting. As I laid my eyes onto the subtle skin of my teacher’s feet, it felt as if a ball of iron had fallen right inside my stomach. Just as I had assumed, she was bare feet, as she had taken off her high heels under the desk, displaying the two beauties of her as casually as possible, the left foot crossed over the right one, reflexively spreading and scrunching her toes from time to time, which had the effect of tracing or erasing new wrinkles over the silky cream soles of hers, constantly displaying a new layout to adore. Her long and slender toes, contrasted by the presence of a claw on top of each of them, would move as if having a mind on their own, dragging themselves along their area of action in a slow and hypnotizing manner, swiftly featuring the area between the toes and the wrinkles that were in it, inviting a lucky nose to lay in and never leave. A bit of the smell they wafted was even infiltrating my nostrils, unintentionally twitching at each arrival of their arousal natural smell, and I could feel the warmth of this blushing right sole, as it was laying only inches away from my cheek… And their size… Just like Ms.Zard’s whole body, her feet looked way bigger as close as you got to see them. My head was only about the size of her sole area, and my face could easily rest on this curved part, laying in this organic pillow, while still leaving some place for her delicate toes to drum and wiggle, taking care and gently caressing the top of my head… The proximity also allowed me to notice very small patches of sweat, especially on the heel and under toe area, its left index topped by this golden ring, towering over its toe like a halo over an angel, as the soles of my teacher have probably been cooking in her heels all day, preparing little pools of salty drops to lick off…

I just realized that I had completely turned my head towards them now, and my tongue reflexively sticking out, rooting for the surface to travel. Shoot! I hastily turned my head in front of me, dreading to be greeted with a look of disapproval from Ms.Zard, fearing the end of my integrity in her eyes and in this school in general. Fortunately, she was still looking away, writing texts on what I supposed to be her phone. Phew! I thought I had been discovered for a moment. I haven’t noticed either, but I was feeling like a toaster, sweating from every pore of my body, my blood rushing frenetically inside my body, as if it would abandon it at any instance, and my face as red as a tomato.

“Okay, okay… Just calm down… Calm down…” I tried to repeat myself, as I tried focusing on the sheet in front of me. But it was just impossible from now on. The image that I have seen had burned itself into my mind forever. I couldn’t get rid of it, even when I closed my eyes. The hypnotizing after image recurred in my mind, the close up of the sole that I had seen, wrinkles folding and unfolding in front of my very eyes, that ball in my stomach that kept growing bigger and bigger…

What I didn’t anticipate though was that Ms.Zard had, in fact, noticed me. With a grin on her face, she shifted her legs and flattened her warm soles over my hands, as I was about to write the answer to one of the test’s questions. At the very moment I felt the sensitive silky touch on my limbs, I gasped and immediately looked up to my teacher, with a blush on my face that I knew I couldn’t hide, muted from the feeling of the cushions rubbing over my fingers, as I dropped my pen from the surprise.

“You know, Mikey, I like you a lot… She whispered, as her tone had come from a cold and formal one to a subtle and flirty one. She started drumming her toes on my hands, while slowly sliding them further on my arm, until each of them was completely covering their corresponding forearm, the toe claws gently poking at my arm. She continued her oral tease.

“Hiding your desire for my feet all this time, that’s so cute… It must tingle like crazy down there… And yes, my keen eye has seen you staring at my feet in class~ She giggled a bit, as her feet twitched and grinded on my bare skin. She grinded her feet a final time, lifting her soles up, to face my eyes, toes curling and splaying as fluently as waves, wafting a warm erotic smell in the air. I hadn’t noticed before, but the feet were pretty sweaty, probably due to her busy day at school.

“So, go ahead, give in to your fantasy~ We don’t have much time left, why waste it on boring math exercises?” She lifted her left foot, extended it towards my face and, her first toe stretching out, she softly pressed it on my nose, giving it a little rub that was enough to cut my breath away, as I was still processing what was suddenly happening right now. She clamped and surrounded my nose with her toes, allowing me to feel that smelly captivity that was her under-toes.

I was in a total shock. I took a very long time to process what the hell was happening right now, what it was all about. Was it actually happening? I didn’t fall asleep during the after class or something? My teacher, whose feet I had been secretly watching for so long, that I had desired for so long… Could I… Did I have the right to… Touch them? The maddening scent and welcoming warmth of Ms.Zard’s bare toes was invading my mind more and more, and with only a single set of toe-drumming, she got rid of all the questions that I might have had. It was amazing that with only one motion, she had been able to turn that switch on inside my brain…

My hands moved on their own. I didn’t even react to the cute surname she had given me just seconds ago. I don’t even remember what my brain was thinking of at this instant, there was only the natural need to feel my hands meddling with the wonders of my teacher that took my entire consciousness. While she was caressing and patting my nose with her left toes, I took hold of the right foot, which I could barely see behind the creamy mass that was occupying my face’s sensors, and proceeded to kneed my thumbs into that silky, tender sole, my fingers sinking into it deeper than ever. I could feel every inch, every crevice, every wrinkle of the warm skin flexing under my fingers, adapting their form as if to cover and hug my thumbs passionately with each motion. As I went higher and higher on the foot, I heard the content moans of my teacher, who had closed her eyes, and was now peacefully resting with her hands on her belly.

My hands weren’t the only active parts of my body though. I was driven drunk of Ms.Zard’s natural scent completely infiltrating my nostrils, her toes playing with my nose in multiple ways, like drumming over it, or trapping and squishing it between two toes, allowing me to use this flesh pedestal to my biggest pleasure. I was unable to control my shaking body anymore, that lump of excitement in my prostate area growing bigger and bigger and, without a word, I stuck out my tongue as far as I could, firmly pressing it against the sumptuous surface of her sole area, sinking into it as deep as my thumbs did, raking the transpirant and worn out silky surface of my dreams.

“Oh my… Someone’s eager it seems… Ms.Zard teasingly stated before rubbing her sole on my tongue herself. You little stinker… In love with your teacher’s feet, huh? I’ve had a pretty tiring day, so you are going to lick and suck them all clean, that’s an order from your teacher!” And with that, she shoved her second sole on my face, tightly pushing both of her possessions on it and rubbing both of her feet on my face like a toy, sandwiching it between her soles, caressing and nurturing the top of my head of their motherly embrace, eventually stopping and hanging in front of my mouth only to ask for licks time and time again, each time encouraging me with a wavy motion only Ms.Zard knew the secret of.

I took it upon myself to grab her left foot on my own, before impatiently plugging one of her large toes inside my mouth, assuring it a moist and warm shelter, from which I would embrace and moisturize it with my saliva, tasting more and more of their frivolous savor with each passing of my tongue on them. Her digits were so big that each of them took almost the entire space of my mouth. Between sucking on each toes, I would drag my slimy tongue between each toe, harvesting the whole sweat and dirt that could be present in this enclosed space, as the smell here was way more potent than in any other area, to a maddening point. I didn’t forget to give my love to the toe ring that she was holding on her second toe either, trying my hardest to reach the space between the skin of her toe and the ring, where the atmosphere was even more soaked than in her inter-toe space.

“Mmmh… Right there… You really can’t handle the strength of my feet, my little student~” I could hear my teacher whisper, her long tongue hanging out of her mouth from the pleasure, giving me the positive feedback that I was doing a good job.

I don’t know for how long I had been licking and smelling my teacher’s soles and toes, between completely soaking her whole left, then right feet, without forgetting to carefully take care of the toe claws of her, but I certainly didn’t see time fly by, as I was in my own little heaven. I didn’t even believe that was possible. I was licking and sucking on my teacher’s sumptuous feet, this wonderful pair that I was longing for so long, I couldn’t believe it… But unfortunately, everything had an end, and the ring of a bell indicating the closing time of the school indicated the end of the school’s opening hours, too early into the worship to allow me to fully enjoy it.

“Well well… Looks like it’s time to call it quit for today, my little student…” She said with what seemed to be a bit of regret, before withdrawing her feet and, as my face reflexively tried to follow them until they found their way back under the desk for good.
- M…More… I could only say, my consciousness still stuck in the heaven that my teacher’s feet had welcomed me in.
- Hehe, I know you want more of my soles, but it will be for another day~ She opened one of the drawers and picked a rectangular object out of it, before gently placing in my hand, still open and waiting for one of the soles to come back.

I finally snapped out of my trance and looked at my palm to witness my phone resting on it, which screen was currently on and displaying a contact information page, such as a phone number and an address, with the label “Best teacher” on it.
- I took the opportunity to add myself into your contact list. We’ll have private sessions again, I can assure you that… She leaned closer to my ear before whispering: You are very good at licking my feet, you know?

My body stiffened and became red of discomfort, as I had gone back to my former self, the constantly embarrassed model student. Only this time I have been able to reply with a very weak and hesitant “T-thanks?”, before I had to follow my teacher’s steps out of the office. I took a last look at the scenery, which atmosphere had suddenly turned a bit frightening due to the moonlight replacing the sunset, making me notice how much time I had actually spent in there, before going through the open door and coming back into the cold and grey halls, tailing Ms.Zard who seemed a bit pressed.

- We have to be quick, I’ve been locked in the school once because I took too long to leave… She shamefully admitted, as she had probably sensed my observation.

She opened the door to the staircase, and we quickly descended the stairs, Ms.Zard not taking her high heels off this time, either because she really didn’t want to be locked in the building a second time, or because she had deliberately taken them off to tease me the first time. The silence had settled between us for a moment, as I was too embarrassed to say a thing, in fear that it would lead to a conversation about what had happened earlier. But there was still something that I wasn’t sure of, and as I wanted to know the truth about it, I took my courage in both hands and asked her, as we exited the administrative building.

“Hum… Tell me, Ms.Zard… Back then, you talked about a proposition… Is it related to… “
- Oh yes, the proposition, I was about to get to it once we were out! You see…

The school’s gate was only mere steps away now and, as the Charizard lady identified herself, the electric powered gate opened, finally allowing me to get a grasp of that liberty I had been longing for so long. Almost instantly after we left this prison for good, the teacher continued with her explanations, turning to me and looking at me this time, as there was no need to rush anymore.

“Well, first of all, forgive me for the after class thing, I had to find a reason to get us to see each other in private, but you’re so discrete that I couldn’t find something else… I tried to make up for it by giving you more difficult exercises, as you seem to already know most of the current year’s program. I… I hope that you enjoyed them…” She strangely seemed a bit bashful while saying that last sentence, with a truly apologetic tone and body language. An expression that she instantly reverted, turning her facial expression to this wide and sexy grin she had, and fixing her posture to correspond to the confident woman she was.

“Since a long time, I’ve seen you looking at my feet, and I wanted to know how good you were with your tongue. I’ll be honest with you, you are the best worshipper I’ve ever had. I was wondering if maybe… You could come to my place one day for… More exercises…” She finished her sentence, leaving me in shock of the proposition she had for me, as her piercing red eyes were looking deep at mine, with a smile from ear-to-ear.

That silly person that I am genuinely thought that the proposition was concerning the harder math exercises that she had given me earlier, and that the whole foot thing was more of an accident than anything else, and that I’d never get to experience it again, but as the tone and the underlying meaning of her sentence stated, I was sure that “More exercises” was referencing the foot thing. I was left speechless and unable to form other words than the beginning of a sentence. To answer this inability of mine to react, she simply patted my shoulder, involuntarily lighting a new spark of pain on it, silencing the noise in my head and making me see clearly again.

“I’ll give you some time. You have my number now, so you can contact me anytime, okay?” She prepared to leave me alone in my timidity and unavailability to seize the occasion right away.

- I… I… Okay… I hardly answered with a light voice. Have a good night, Ms.Zard… I added, surprising myself at this sentence that slipped on its own, without a hint of discomfort. I think I globally felt slightly more relaxed with her than before now, even though I still had a lot of work to do.

- You know you’re so cute when you’re bashful, Mikey~ She replied after a chuckle. Have a good night… She turned towards her destination before stopping and turning her head at me again. Oh, also! You can call me Clara when we’re outside.

- C-Clara? I processed the information for a short time, as I didn’t know it was her name until today. O-Okay…
- Good boy! See you, love~ She said, lending a kiss on her hand and blowing on it towards me, as if sending it directly on my face, before walking away and disappearing from my view, as she turned right at the first intersection.

I felt like I could have stood here the whole evening and night if I could, this feeling of incomprehension nailing me into place. My mind looped again and again, replaying the whole evening over and over again like a broken record, everything I felt and heard being realistically transcribed in my memories, for the whole time of processing. There was one word that I could remember clearly. After I’ve been ignoring it this whole time, the memory of this surname she had given me made me feel shivers down my spine again. I was planted here like an idiot repeating this word over and over again in my brain before realizing I was actually whispering it, still trying to incorporate the word that nobody had ever called me with.
“M-Mikey?”

THE END