Sasha Frosts' Temple
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🕑 Added 2024-11-11 19:00:08 +0000 UTCSasha leaned against her desk, the last echoes of her students' chatter fading down the hallway. She exhaled deeply, a weary sigh that seemed to release the tension of the entire day. Her white buttoned shirt, crisp and freshly pressed in the morning, now showed faint creases from a long day's wear. The top two buttons were undone, revealing just a hint of her collarbone, a subtle rebellion against the strict professionalism she maintained.
She moved with grace despite her exhaustion, smoothing down her black pencil skirt that hugged her slim frame. The fabric clung to her curves, ending just above her knees, accentuating her toned legs encased in dark leggings. Sensible black shoes completed the ensemble, their low heels clicking softly against the tiled floor as she gathered stray papers and notebooks scattered across the desks.
Her long jet-black hair fell like a silky curtain down to her mid-back, a stark contrast to the white of her shirt. As she tucked a loose strand behind her ear, her dark brown eyes scanned the room with a mixture of pride and fatigue. The eyes that usually sparkled with enthusiasm for teaching now held shadows of weariness.
Straightening up, she glanced at the clock on the wall. The hands seemed to move slower when she was in the classroom. She rolled her shoulders, feeling the tension knotting between them. With another deep breath, she reached for a mug that sat half-full with cold coffee on her desk and took a sip, grimacing at its bitterness.
Her gaze wandered to the window where twilight began painting hues of orange and pink across the sky. She felt a tug of longing for something more than lesson plans and grading papers. For now though, this classroom was her world, a world she had chosen and loved deeply despite its challenges.
"Today was tough, huh?" The voice, soft yet laced with mischief, floated from the doorway.
Sasha turned and saw April leaning against the frame. The young teaching assistant wore a fitted dress that hugged her athletic and busty figure. The dress was a deep emerald green, contrasting beautifully with her glowing tan. The neckline dipped just enough to tease, drawing attention without being overtly inappropriate for the school setting.
April's blonde hair, streaked with brown lowlights, fell in loose waves around her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. Her lips curved into a playful smile as she sauntered into the room, high heels clicking against the floor with each step. Bold accessories; dangling earrings and a chunky bracelet completed her trendy look.
"Couldn't have made it through today without you," Sasha admitted, her smile warm but tired.
April's eyes sparkled with satisfaction at the compliment. "Glad to be of service," she teased, her voice carrying a hint of flirtation.
She moved closer, her presence filling the room with an air of confidence and energy. Sasha couldn't help but feel a slight thrill at having someone so vibrant and dynamic around. April’s dress accentuated every curve as she leaned against Sasha’s desk, crossing one leg over the other in a way that drew attention to her toned calves.
"You handled those kids like a pro," Sasha said, genuinely impressed.
April shrugged casually but her eyes danced with pride. "They're not so bad once you know how to get their attention."
Sasha chuckled. "Your methods are certainly... effective."
April laughed, a light sound that seemed to chase away the fatigue in the room. "Gotta keep things interesting."
For a moment, they stood there in comfortable silence, the weight of the day slowly lifting off their shoulders.
April tilted her head slightly, her eyes never leaving Sasha's. "You know, I’ve been dying to ask—what do you do when you're not here playing the responsible teacher?"
Sasha laughed softly, shaking her head. "Not much excitement there, I'm afraid. I read, catch up on grading... sometimes I cook."
"Cooking, huh?" April's smile widened, a teasing glint in her eyes. "I could have guessed. What's your specialty?"
"Mostly Italian," Sasha replied, feeling a bit more relaxed. "Pasta dishes, risottos... simple but comforting."
"Comfort food," April mused, her tone playful yet genuine. "I can see that. Bet you're great at it."
Sasha shrugged modestly but couldn't hide a small smile. "I manage."
April uncrossed her legs and leaned in slightly. "You should make me dinner sometime. I’d love to taste it."
Caught off guard, Sasha's cheeks warmed slightly. "Maybe," she said with a chuckle. "But only if you promise not to judge too harshly."
"Deal," April replied easily, her eyes twinkling.
There was a brief silence as both women seemed to savor the ease of their conversation.
"What about you?" Sasha asked casually, shifting the focus back to April. "Got any plans for tonight?"
April sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes in an exaggerated manner. "Oh, nothing too thrilling. Split up with my girlfriend recently, so probably just watching trash reality TV and opening a bottle of prosecco."
Sasha raised an eyebrow in surprise. "I'm sorry to hear that."
April shrugged again but with a touch of genuine emotion this time. "It happens. We wanted different things."
"I understand," Sasha said softly.
April’s demeanor brightened again as she waved off the melancholy mood she'd momentarily let slip through. "But hey, reality TV and prosecco aren’t so bad when you need to unwind."
"True enough," Sasha agreed, smiling warmly.
April stood up straight and stretched slightly, making sure to draw Sasha’s attention without being overtly obvious about it.
"You should join me sometime," she said with a wink. "Reality TV is way more fun with company."
Sasha chuckled again, feeling an odd sense of camaraderie with April despite their different personalities and experiences.
"I might take you up on that," she replied.
The two women shared another comfortable silence before April straightened up and glanced at the clock.
"Guess I should head out before they lock us in for the night," she said lightly.
"Yeah," Sasha nodded. "Me too."
Sasha moved towards the door, ready to call it a day. As she reached for the handle, she felt a gentle yet firm grip on her arm. She turned to find April standing close, their eyes meeting.
"Hey," April's voice softened, losing some of its usual teasing edge. "You're a beautiful woman, Sasha. I mean it."
Sasha blinked, taken aback by the sincerity in April's eyes. The usual playful glint had given way to something deeper and more genuine.
"If you ever want to come round, you're more than welcome," April continued, her gaze unwavering.
Before Sasha could respond, April's eyes traveled down her body, taking in every detail from her modest blouse to her tailored skirt and sensible shoes. It was a slow, deliberate look that left Sasha feeling exposed yet oddly flattered.
April leaned in closer, her breath warm against Sasha's cheek. "Anytime," she added with a wink.
The air seemed to crackle with unspoken tension as April stepped back, releasing Sasha's arm. For a moment, Sasha stood frozen, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions coursing through her. Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she felt an unfamiliar heat rising within her.
April's confident stride carried her out of the room, leaving Sasha standing there, heart pounding and mind racing. She stammered slightly as she turned back to the empty classroom, the echo of April's words lingering in the air.
Finally regaining her composure, Sasha shook her head slightly and exhaled deeply. The day had taken an unexpected turn, and she couldn't quite shake the feeling that something had shifted between them.
With one last glance at the door through which April had just exited, Sasha gathered her belongings and made her way out of the classroom.
Later that evening, Sasha lounged on her sofa, a glass of red wine in hand. She flicked through channels aimlessly before settling on an old episode of Big Brother. Her phone buzzed, and she glanced at the screen. A message from April on WhatsApp.
"Had such a great first day working with you 😘💖"
Sasha's heart skipped a beat. She felt a mix of nerves and curiosity bubbling inside her. She took a sip of her wine, gathering her thoughts before typing back.
"Glad to hear it! I enjoyed it too 😊"
Almost immediately, another message popped up.
"What are you up to tonight?"
Sasha hesitated, then decided to be honest.
"Just laying on the sofa with a glass of wine, watching Big Brother."
There was a brief pause before April's response came through.
"I'm in the bath 😏"
The next message was a picture: April's leg, thigh glistening as it emerged from the water, bubbles framing her smooth skin.
Sasha swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before she replied.
"Looks like you're having a relaxing evening too 😉"
April's response was almost instant.
"Would be better with company 😘"
Sasha stared at the screen, biting her lip. Her mind raced as she tried to decide how to respond.
Sasha's breath quickened as her hand slipped under the waistband of her shorts. Her fingers found her clit, and she began to circle it slowly, feeling a rush of warmth spread through her body. She typed back with her free hand.
"Why would it be better if I was there?"
April's reply came quickly.
"Because I'd make you feel so good, Sasha. I'd start by kissing your neck, trailing my lips down to your chest."
Sasha's eyes fluttered shut as she imagined April's lips on her skin. Her fingers moved faster, and she felt a moan escape her lips.
"What are you doing now?" April texted.
Sasha hesitated, then decided to play along.
"Nothing much. Just watching TV."
April's response was teasing.
"I don't believe you. I think you're touching yourself for me."
Sasha's heart pounded as she read the words. She didn't reply immediately, too lost in the sensations coursing through her body.
"Are you?" April persisted.
Sasha finally typed back.
"Maybe."
April sent another message, this time with a picture of her breasts barely covered by bubbles in the bath.
"I want you to tell me what you're doing," April demanded gently. "I want to hear how much you want me."
Sasha bit her lip, feeling a wave of desire crash over her.
"I'm touching myself," she admitted. "Thinking about your lips on me."
April's next picture revealed more: a glimpse of her hips and the curve of her waist above the waterline.
"I wish I could see you," April texted. "I wish I could feel you."
Sasha couldn't stop herself now. She was lost in the moment, completely under April's spell.
"What would you do if you were here?" Sasha asked, desperate for more.
April responded with another picture, this time showing her completely naked in the bath, a playful smile on her face.
"I'd spread your legs and taste every inch of you," April wrote. "I'd make you cum so hard you'd forget your own name."
Sasha gasped at the intensity of the words and the image before her eyes. She moved faster, feeling herself nearing the edge as she read and re-read April's messages.
April's next message appeared on Sasha's screen, the words sending shivers down her spine.
"Do you want to cum for me, Sasha?"
Sasha's fingers trembled too much to type. She switched to voice notes, pressing the record button and whispering in a near-begging tone, "Yes, April. I want to cum for you. Please."
April's reply came almost immediately, not as a text but as a video call. Sasha hesitated only a moment before answering.
The screen filled with April's mischievous smile and wet hair. "Keep the phone on your face," she commanded, voice firm yet gentle. "I want to see you."
Sasha propped her phone up against the cushions, angling it so April could see her flushed cheeks and parted lips. Her breath came in ragged gasps.
"Good girl," April purred. "Now, close your eyes and think about my lips on your neck. Imagine me trailing kisses down to your breasts."
Sasha obeyed, eyes fluttering shut as she imagined April's soft lips exploring her skin. Her fingers moved faster between her legs, slick with need.
"You're so beautiful like this," April continued. "Imagine my hands caressing your thighs, spreading them apart."
A whimper escaped Sasha's throat. Her body tensed as she teetered on the edge.
"I want you to feel my tongue," April said, voice dripping with seduction. "Feel it circling your clit, teasing you until you can't stand it."
Sasha's hips bucked against her hand. She was so close.
"Don't stop," April urged. "Look at me, Sasha."
With great effort, Sasha opened her eyes, meeting April's gaze through the screen.
"Cum for me," April demanded softly but firmly. "Let go."
Sasha's body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, unable to hold back the torrent of pleasure flooding every nerve. Her legs shook uncontrollably, toes curling as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.
"That's it," April coaxed gently. "Let it all out."
Sasha's cries grew louder, each one echoing through the room as she surrendered completely to the bliss consuming her. Her hand moved erratically, chasing every last pulse of pleasure until she lay spent and trembling on the sofa.
April's voice was soothing now, a balm to Sasha's raw nerves. "You did so well," she murmured. "So beautiful."
April’s voice softened, turning almost tender. "We can wait until tomorrow," she began, eyes glinting with mischief, "or I can get an Uber right now and spend the night with you."
Sasha whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Come over. Please."
April's smile widened. "Send me your address," she instructed, her tone leaving no room for hesitation. "I'll be there soon to show you how good an orgasm can really feel."
Comments
Drake Breen
Oh, that was a beautiful read, my word! I have hated having to wait to start catching up on everything, but I will say even such a very long wait has been worth it - thank you so much for sharing!!
Alee
I'm not done reading it yet. April just told Sasha she is a beautiful woman. Goddess, these stories are exactly the reason I put myself in a position to wake up with a slight hangover this morning. Probably should not have mixed prosecco, Jack Daniel's, Canadian Mist, and vodka together. Thank you Goddess Sasha, for being amazing.
Nasty Nate
Thank you Mommy. Knowing what it's based off of, so hot!
Hob
That explains so much, now I know why your orgasm was so quick
