What Makes a Man Bear - Chapter 8 (Early access) (Patreon)

Clark really wished he had the car right now. It seemed like every person on the planet was returning home on Friday noon from Aurora to Geneva. Traffic was extra slow today. The usual 30 minute bus ride was taking longer today, with the bus stopping at every-single bus stop.

Clark knew he still had a long wait in Geneva - then the train ride to Elburn - then the 15 minutes walk home - before he could finally reach the one thing he longed to reach right now - his bathroom. Or more specifically - the bottom drawer in his bathroom, where, hidden under a pile of towels was his ray of light -

His baby oil bottle.

Today was… beyond Clark's capacity to handle. Dancing with Lina so closely, having her smother her enormous, heavy breasts against him for so long has left a Hoover-dam worth of cum in his balls. They felt so full. He's never been this excited.

Once he'd gotten out that classroom door - he rushed through the school hallways, blew past Mr. Sheffield, who tried to talk to him about cutting back on paper usage, and almost knocked a poor 2nd grader to the floor in his haste. Clark had rushed to the bus station as fast as he could and made it to the early bus.

But that didn't help him, because now he was stuck on the busiest, slowest bus in America, with the biggest, hardest, most throbbing hard-on of his life…

It took him another excruciating hour before he finally turned the doorknob to his house.

“Daddy!” Emily rushed to hug her dad at the door. Clark awkwardly stood bent forward a little to make sure no inappropriate body parts were involved in the hug.

“H… hi Em… how was school?” Clark asked, hoping for Emily's usual, quick “fine”.

“Dad,  you wouldn't believe what Beth has said!” Emily broke the hug and began spilling the tea. Clark's heart dropped. ‘Oh god, please, not a Beth story… not now…’

“Beth straight up said I’m not even a real Sombr fan just ‘cause I didn’t know what SMB stands for. Like, I do know, I just blanked, okay? But she was all, ‘cap.’

So then I told her she didn’t even know he used to skateboard, and she goes, ‘That doesn’t count, that was ages ago.’ And I was like, ‘for real??’ Then she said…”

“Em… honey… sorry. I'd love to hear about this… sad or… somber… thing”, Clark said.

“Sombr, not somber. He's a guy, dad, not a thing. Well, that's his stage name, his actual name is…”

“Yeah yeah, I hear you, baby. That sounds very frustrating what Beth said to you. I'm so sorry, Em, daddy's just had a long ride home and really needs to use the restroom. Could you keep telling me about this later, please?” Clark said as patiently and empathetically as he could muster.

“Sure dad”, Emily said as her daddy rushed by her.

Clark was about to walk up the stairs when he suddenly saw Marla coming down in the opposite direction. She was dressed… nicely. Nothing fancy, but she had on a pair of black yoga pants and a spaghetti-strapped white top.

Clark cursed himself upon looking at her bust and immediately judging her. Marla's breasts were currently encased in one of her B-cup push up bras. 2 weeks ago - he'd have found them looking somewhat nice and big-ish like this. But his entire sense of scale had been brutally distorted by the monstrous tits of his new co-worker. As resentful as he had been for Marla - it wasn't fair of him to compare her bust, or anyone's - to Lina's breasts. He tried really hard to push those thoughts aside as he saw those little boobies jiggling slightly as Marla went down the stairs.

“Hi honey”, Marla said with a smile as she descended those last steps before she met him at the bottom, one step above him. She still had to look upwards to meet his eyes.

“H… hi”, Clark said. He still couldn't bring himself to say honey, and he knew calling her Marla would offend her, so he opted on the omission option.

Marla looked at him with an uncharacteristic smile and placed her forearms over his shoulders, clasping her hands behind his head. Her small breasts pushed up under his head to form a small, but noticeable cleavage.

“How was work?” She said, her face a couple inches away from his. She smelled nice as well.

“Uhhhhhhhhhh…”, Clark stammered. ‘How was work… well, I danced Salsa tightly with a Latina goddess with boobs big enough to dwarf beach balls and almost kissed her…’

Marla kept looking at him, waiting patiently.

“It was fine. Nothing unusual”, he said. Marla seemed like she was still waiting when Clark realized what for. He sighed and said: “How was your day?” Marla's face perked up at the opportunity to spill her day's events:

“Ugh…annoying. I talked to Shirly again. She's still playing hardball with every house I show her. I mean, god, it's like she's expecting to get an LA mansion at the price of a burger. I swear, every time she…” and Marla started rambling on about her client for another five long minutes.

Clark was really losing his patience, but he couldn't afford to stop Marla. God knows what the consequences would be. Every additional sentence of hers dulled out the sexy images of Lina he had in his brain and occupied his mental capacities more and more. His dick slowly lost its rigidity as he had to stand there and listen to Marla's never ending story that went nowhere. It almost annoyed him how she ruined his ultra-hard erection.

“...Long story short - it was a no go today”, Marla summarized. ’If that was a long-story-short, then why was the story long-story-long??’ Clark thought.

“Huh… yeah that sucks”, Clark said as empathetically as he could. He would've asked follow up questions - if he had the capacity for it. Clark usually had a lot more patience for Marla. A lot more than he should've had, considering the fact he was usually the only one listening and not being listened to. But he just couldn't delve deeper into Marla's story. Not today.

“Ok, I'm gonna go make dinner”, Marla said.

“Alright”, he said back.

Marla looked at him, smiled again, then planted a little kiss on his mouth, before heading to the kitchen. Clark stayed there, touching his lips with his fingers. The kiss felt… foreign.

*

Door locked. Bottom drawer. Baby oil.

Clark frantically set himself up in his bathroom with one purpose in mind. To cum!!!

He was seriously annoyed that Marla made his dick lose its hardness with her neverending, boring story, causing him to slowly lose the mental images of Lina from his memory. He knew it was fucked up to think that, but he couldn't deal with that right now.

He poured a healthy spurt of baby oil on his hand and got to work.

“Ahhhhhhhh…” he sighed, as he started rubbing the oil on his dick. It felt nice, but he was still too annoyed and frustrated to bring back the memories clearly. The ultimate paradox of sex hit him - the more he wanted his dick to work, the less cooperative it was.

-PING-

Clark stopped mid-pump and grunted. “Urggg!!! Now what??” He said, annoyed.

He grabbed his phone with his left hand and opened the screen. It was a text message from Lina. His whole attitude changed in a heartbeat and immediately all the frustration was gone, and replaced by excitement.

Lina: ‘Hey Clark, I just wanted to say I had a lot of fun today. You were a great student, I'm so proud of you!!! Thank you for cooperating with my dance, I know it wasn't easy for you to loosen up like that but I hope you enjoyed it eventually. I know I did 😊😊😊

I wanted to ask you, and be honest - do you think it was too much that my hair was loose like that today? I usually tie it in a braid to look more professional but it's actually a lot of trouble to get all my hair tied like that. It feels very restrictive because my hair is so thick. I just prefer it loose like it was today. What do you think?’

Clark was trying to form an appropriate response in his head when suddenly…

-PING-

It was a picture message this time. ‘No fucking way…’ His heart started throbbing. His dick was immediately being pumped more blood and started rising. Clark pressed on the picture and gasped out loud.

Lina took a selfie with her arm stretched out in front of her. Her magnificent, endlessly feminine mane of hair occupied the majority of the picture frame. In fact, despite having her arm stretched far away - Lina couldn't capture the entirety of her hair as it still continued beyond the edges of the frame. Those beautiful curls and waves of her golden brown hair looked vibrant, healthy and shiny.

Lina had her mouth partially opened, with the fullest, most succulent, sexy lips Clark's ever seen. She wasn't smiling, per se. It was more of a hint of a smile. Much more seductive than he's ever seen her face to face. That gap between her full, deep-pink, soft lips immediately made Clark think of one thing and one thing only - how his dick would feel as he pushed it between those lips, all the way to the back of her throat and beyond. He felt bad for thinking that but it was unavoidable.

But below her neck… Jesus fucking CHRIST! Lina’s hand was far enough from her face to show a bountiful cleavage bursting out into the picture. Come to think about it - it seemed as if she showed more cleavage now in that picture than she did in class this morning. Was it just the angle of the camera or did she pull her tank top further down for the picture?? Whatever it may be - two giant, round hills of the fullest, most pliant breast flesh filled the bottom third of the picture, with only the very half inch at the bottom showing the first hint of her black tank top.

Just the visible part of those boobs was comparable to two cantaloupes! However, the thing that excited Clark the most was their exit angle out of the frame. The angle was extremely irregular, which indicated something very clearly - those boobs continued A LOT more beyond the picture than “normal sized” breasts did. The realization that this big-yet-relatively-small, visible portion of her boobs was but a mere fraction of her entire size excited Clark to no end.

Clark suddenly became very aware that his dick was THROBBING. ‘When did that happen??’ He looked at the picture again, then at his diamond-hard dick. ‘This requires special attention…’

Making sure Lina’s picture was staring right at him - Clark set up his phone on the bathroom counter next to where he sat on the toilet. He then poured some more baby oil onto his other hand and got to work.

His right hand grabbed the bottom part of his dick, his large fingers still an inch short of fully encircling its thick girth. His left hand grabbed the part above it. Yet, despite having two large hands one above the other - he could've added a third large hand above those two, before reaching the thick, angry-purple mushroom head! Marla always complained about his size and called it ‘weird’ and ‘impractical’.

Precum was already spewing every few seconds out of it. In slow, circular up-and-down motions - Clark started jerking off his ultra-stiff, thick, large cock.

“Oh my godddddddddddddddddddddddddd…” Clark moaned out loud. He’s NEVER been this turned on in his life. Lina’s beautiful, goddess-like, sexy image was staring right into his eyes in the most sensual, seductive stare he’s ever seen. It was almost as if she was daring him to cum. Clark tried to go as slow as he could but knew it was futile. He felt his impending orgasm catching up to him very quickly. The sensations were extra orgasmic this time.

He reminisced on how Lina’s gigantic boobs felt like when they pressed so hard, for so long - against so much of his body today. How Lina looked at him needingly from so close, how she looked at his lips, then bit her own lips. Clark may have been trying to act like a gentleman next to her, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t aware of the signals he was getting from her.

Unable to stop himself, Clark intensified his double-fisted handjob he gave himself, pumping his dick like a flashlight and kept staring in wide amazement at Lina. Everything else vanished from his mind. The pleasure she was bringing him without even being in the same room as him was just unfathomable. “Oh fuck!!!!!! Fucking shit… Lina, fuck, your boobs are so fucking huge. Fucking hell… how are you so fucking hot???” he muttered to himself.

He’s never muttered like that while jerking off, but Lina just brought something foreign out of him. Clark was pumping his cock faster and faster. His whole body trembled as he felt a MASSIVE orgasm building fast towards its inevitable release.

“Oh fuck, Lina, you’re so fucking perfect. So fucking huge…”, he kept muttering to himself. On instinct, he got up and stood with his large cock facing his phone, with Lina’s beautiful features less than a foot from his cockhead. Subconsciously, he wished the picture would come to life and Lina would swallow his dick whole.

It felt so wrong of him, yet he couldn’t stop himself. It was so naughty and forbidden it made his dick even harder! It was like Lina invited him to come closer to her face and show her the filth that he’s been engaged in. An almost crazed look passed over Clark’s face as he pumped his dick as hard and fast as he could, feeling the strongest chills course through his body.

“OH GOD, LINA, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he jerked and jerked, his hands initially going very fast, then gradually slowing down the pace. The more he slowed down right before his orgasm - the higher he felt its potential rising. Like he was stretching out those final moments and elevating the potential strength of his release to new heights. Then, when he couldn't take it anymore - he pumped as fast as he could and his cock EXPLODED.

Clark couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. His head fell backwards and his eye balls fluttered upwards as immense pleasure CRASHED throughout his body. His pelvic muscles clenched like never before with the strongest orgasmic spasms he’s ever felt! Lina’s gorgeous face was staring seductively at Clark’s dick before a large portion of those face disappeared under his first monumental salvo of cum.

THUD.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh goddddddddd…” he muttered as the first spurt of cum hit his phone screen with a loud thud. Despite its incredible volume, it felt as if this was only the beginning. Clark kept pumping frantically, and the salvos just kept blasting one after another.

THUD.

THUD.

THUD.

THUD.

THUD.

THUD. THUD.

THUD. THUD.

THUD. THUD.

THUD. THUD.

THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.

THUD.

After 26-fucking-salvos of cum, Clark’s cock kept spasming and spewing more dribbles for another minute or so. His pelvis kept clenching again and again, weaker and more sparsely now. Clark kept slowly jerking his cock, relishing the maximum potential this orgasm had to offer. His eyes were still closed in ecstasy for long moments. His dick was still semi-hard, somehow, but he finally felt the relief he’s been aching for all day. He breathed heavily.

Slowly, Clark’s head returned forward and he opened his eyes. “Fuck…” he sighed heavily in utter bliss. It took him a moment to adjust back to seeing the bathroom. Then, he looked back down at his phone.

“Oh my god!” he shrieked out loud before shutting his mouth back, hoping no one heard him.

Any traces of Clark’s phone were gone. It was covered in a thick layer of his cum, with only the upper left corner peeking out, unharmed by cum. Moreover, the path between his dickhead and his phone also had many streaks of cum covering the distance. ‘Did I really cum that much?’ he thought incredulously.

Lina had literally drained his balls remotely.

-PING-

“Oh shit!!!” Clark exclaimed.

Hastily, he grabbed a bundle of toilet paper and began cleaning, careful as much as he could to not let cum seep into the electronics. He had to reiterate this process several times, followed by a few moist wipes then more dry wipes again, before his phone was somewhat usable.

Clark pressed on the message and opened it.

Lina: ‘Actually, do you think I could wear my hair loose like that for weekdays as well, and not just Fridays? I think it looks cute, no? 🤭’

Clark's dick, which by now had become only semi-hard, amazingly reversed direction and started rising again at the thought of seeing Lina's beautiful, full hair loose every day now. No, it didn't merely look ‘cute’. It was one of the sexiest, jaw-dropping sights he's ever seen.

Clark felt like Lina kept trying to bait him to write something inappropriate to her, and he kept resisting. Was she enjoying that?

Clark: ‘As I said, Lina, you can wear whatever you feel comfortable with as long as it's appropriate for school. I'm not the one setting the rules 🙂

But I mean, I don't think you should go to school every day feeling restricted like that. I think it's fine if you wear your hair loose’

‘Ok… that seems like a safe answer…’  thought Clark before he sent it.

Clark put his phone down. Despite his dick rising again at Lina's last text, clarity also began settling in. He basically just blew off his daughter mid story. He actually had Marla come and try to initiate intimacy with him and not only did he blow her off, but he became annoyed at her for doing that. He literally just came on his co-worker’s image. But the worst was - he knew these were the least of his misdemeanors.

That dance today was not cool. Clark knew it was beyond any reasonable line of fidelity. And he knew he had several close calls with almost kissing Lina. Heck, at the end of the class, he knew for a fact that if he went for it - he and Lina would be fucking each other like bunnies. There was no mistaking the look she gave him. It didn't come from arrogance, but from the pure clarity of Lina's signals that could not be interpreted any other way. If he wanted to - he could.

‘This is wrong. This is wrong and fucked up on so many levels’. Images of his children, potentially disappointed at him for his behavior surfaced into his mind. Marla, finally listening to him and trying to address his concerns - being shattered after finding out about his misconduct. God forbid if he actually went all the way with Lina, only for Marla or the kids to find out.

If Clark was being honest with himself - Marla kinda did exactly what he asked her to do. She started appreciating him, touching him, kissing him. Sure, it felt a bit awkward, but that's to be expected with such a massive change in their dynamics. She stopped nagging him or yelling at him for messing up stuff. Overall, she was… being a pretty good wife lately, actually. It wasn't her fault she didn't look like a Colombian goddess with boobs bigger than beach balls. It wasn't fair to expect that from her.

The more he thought about it, the more guilty Clark felt. This ‘walking a fine line without consequences” was not working. Clark didn't crack the system. He didn't crack shit. You can't eat from the cake and leave it whole.

He had to stop. And he had to give Marla and himself a chance. A real chance.

He looked down. His dick was throbbing again. Fuck!

*

​“Alright, Evan, that was very nice to hear about how Moose submerge their bodies to escape the flies. Also the honey bees and their hive mind that helps them communicate with each other effectively,” said Clark, genuinely enjoying listening to Evan on this Monday morning.

“Ok,” said Evan and took a spin around the classroom. Clark sat in his chair, tired, while Evan chose to stand, vibrating with energy.

It’s been a long, yet not-unpleasant weekend with Marla and the kids. Marla initiated some touch. True, it was right after Clark told her he reserved a night at this fancy hotel she always wanted to go to for their upcoming anniversary. And it wasn't any touch approaching his crotch area. But still, it was… nice. He wasn't sure if this meant she's ready to have sex again, but he really hoped it did. Between the lack of sex for almost a year, and the constant teasing he was bombarded with by Lina since he met her, Clark felt like he was losing his mind.

Evan finished his spin. Clark loved these 1-on-1 sessions, and he especially loved opening the week with Evan.

​“What was the third animal you chose?” Clark asked.

​“Badgers,” Evan stated.

​“Okay, very good. What do you want to tell me about them?”

​“Badgers are obsessive about their homes. Or Setts,” recited Evan, his eyes fixed on a point on the wall just above Clark’s left shoulder.

​“Interesting. In what way are they obsessive?”

​“Badgers regularly drag old grass and leaves out of their Setts and replace it with fresh, dry material,” Evan said rapidly.

​Clark raised his eyebrows. “And for what purpose?”

​“This prevents mold, maintains thermal regulation, and stops parasites from taking over their sleeping space,” Evan said, not pausing for breath. He took another spin around the room before returning to his spot.

​Clark honestly had no idea badgers did that. “That was very well articulated, Evan. Good job, buddy.”

​“Ok,” Evan said, accepting the praise as a factual statement.

​“Well, that was a great session today, Evan,” Clark said, opening his suitcase. He started organizing his files, his mind already drifting to the next lesson. “I think that wraps up our…”

​“Bears,” Evan said.

​Clark stopped, his hand hovering over a folder. “I’m sorry?”

​“Bears,” repeated Evan.

​“Oh. Did you... did you have another animal prepared?”

​“Yes.”

​Clark sighed and smiled weakly. Who was he to stop his student from learning more? He let go of his suitcase. “Of course. I’m sorry, Evan. Go ahead.”

​“In the winter, bears go into a state of hibernation,” Evan began, his voice dropping into a rhythmic, lecture-like cadence. “Before hibernation, they enter a state called hyperphagia. They must consume 20,000 calories a day to survive the winter.”

​“That is a lot of food,” Clark noted.

​Evan ignored the comment. “However, if the habitat doesn't provide enough food, the bear cannot find enough calories to stay warm long enough.”

“So what does the bear do, then?” Asked Clark, intrigued.

“The bear's body begins to eat itself”, said Evan simply.

​Clark furrowed his brows. “Eat itself?!"

​“Yes,” Evan said flatly.

​Clark felt a strange, cold shiver on the back of his neck, thinking of that image. “What... what do you mean?” he asked, rattled a bit.

​“If the environment does not provide for the bear,” Evan explained, looking at his hands, “the bear’s body processes its own muscle tissue to keep the heart beating. It feeds on its own strength. It enters the winter weaker. Often, it does not wake up.”

​Clark stared at Evan. He felt a sudden, heavy weight settle in his chest.

​“God,” Clark breathed out. “That’s... that’s a terrible way to die. Trying to survive by destroying yourself.”

​“It is a biological inefficiency,” Evan corrected.

​“Right,” Clark murmured and started getting up. “Inefficiency. Okay. Well, that’s… a heavy note to end today’s session on, Evan, but…”

​“Bears are solitary animals,” Evan continued, cutting him off. “However, they cannot survive entirely alone. They suffer from parasites, ticks, matting fur, and itches they cannot reach on their backs.”

​Clark sat back down in his chair. “Oh. So, what do they do?” he asked, genuinely curious.

​“They find a Rub Tree,” Evan said. “Or, in some cases, an allogrooming partner. Another bear.”

​“Another bear?” Clark asked. “I thought you said they were solitary animals.”

​“They are. But a bear cannot scratch its own back. It cannot remove the winter fur coat alone. It physically requires an external structure to lean against.” Evan said.

​Clark sat in silence for a moment. He thought of a massive, powerful grizzly bear, capable of killing an elk with one swipe, standing helpless because it just needed something to lean against to get an itch scratched.

“That’s actually a little funny, don’t you think?” said Clark with a chuckle. “Thinking of such a big, strong bear, with those big muscles, and at the end of a day it is helpless because it needs another bear to scratch an itch on its back…”

Evan did not laugh, however. He did something Clark had never seen him do. He looked Clark in the eyes. It was so serious that Clark’s chuckle stifled immediately.

“Even the strongest animals need a little help sometimes”, said Evan with utter seriousness.

Clark gulped, rattled.

A second later, Evan broke eye contact and took another spin, while Clark felt a pit in his stomach.

Then that pit turned into butterflies, once it dawned on him what the next class was going to be.

*

“Ehm… sssssso… ehm… ok… uh… let's see…”, Clark stammered and looked intently at a random spot on the far wall. It wasn't an interesting spot. It was simply a spot that was not Lina.

He was genuinely scared to look at her.

Lina stood in front of Clark in the big, half-empty classroom, with her big puppy dog eyes. Her legs, encased in skintight dark jeans, were closed together, standing on her 5 inch high heels. The index fingers of her left and right hands were clasped together near her crotch. Such a clasp could only result in one thing: pushing her boobs further forward, or in this case - right into Clark's personal space. An inch away from his torso.

It would've been hard enough if she'd be wearing one of her loose dresses. But it seemed that Lina's first Casual Friday had opened her appetite for... ‘casualness’. Today, Lina chose to wear a skintight, spaghetti strapped, white tanktop.

Lina's top, without a doubt having many many ‘X’s before the L, was almost bursting at the seams. Two overinflated beach balls occupied every cubic inch of available space in it, before it tapered dramatically and disappeared into her jeans.

What's worse (or better…) was the insane fact that Lina's gigantic breasts were encased in a white bra underneath, which clearly worked its best to compress them. Before today, Clark had his suspicions, but there was no hiding it today with Lina's outfit. Lina's boobs were this size - despite being compressed. Their shape wasn't all round, but sort of… ‘pressed inwards’. There's no telling just how ginormous she was naturally, without that bra!

What's even worse (or even better…) was the very clear outline of Lina's bra, showing a not-insignificant surplus of boobage above her bra. It was practically nothing compared to Lina's entire monumental size, yet it could easily still fill a D-cup. As unbelievably gigantic as that bra was, it was still too small for Lina's boobs!!

This meant that Lina's cleavage today was prominent, and bulging upwards. While not as long as it had been last Friday, about 3 or 4 inches of it burst forth for Clark's eyes to feast on. That's, if he'd stopped looking at the far wall with every fiber of his being.

But the worst (or best…) thing, which made Clark keep staring at the wall instead of Lina, was the front. It really was true that white left no room for imagination. In the middle of each overinflated beach ball, was a prominent outline of a very erect nipple. As unbelievable as it was - that nipple-erection effect was muffled by Lina's compressive bra! It made Clark think of just how stiff and erect those nipples were without it.

The effect on Clark was excruciatingly strong. He was shivering, his mouth was dry, and his dick was as hard as it's ever been. He decided he couldn't afford to wear shorts around Lina, and resorted to jeans. His large, super-hard cock was lodged underneath his jeans and poked upwards underneath his sweater. He was a little hot, but he just couldn't afford to wear a shirt and have a big bulge showing.

However, he realized he's been looking at the wall for too long now and forced himself to look at her face and gasped. Lina just smiled widely back at him, waiting patiently, which somehow made it even harder to concentrate.

“Sssssso… t… today… um… we, uh… we're gonna… uh… do…”, Clark stammered even more upon looking at Lina's gorgeous face. She was an angel, no less. It seems she's decided - she wasn't going to tie her hair in a braid anymore. Her beautiful locks of vibrant hair fell loosely and naturally all around her head, shoulders, chest and back in cascading waves upon waves upwon waves. Her make up was also done in a way resembling last Friday, thus further elevating an already drop-dead gorgeous model's face another level higher.

Lina did something very small, but it just had such a tremendous effect on Clark. In order to show him she's paying close attention to his words - she lowered her face a bit downwards, while looking further upwards with her eyes. Her full, dark pink, sensual lips parted slightly.

Clark shivered and his cock lurched angrily in his pants. The immediate, and only thought going through Clark's mind was that this would be how she'd look at him from below while sucking his cock.

Clark blew air hard through his puffed cheeks.

“So… ehm, sorry… where was I? Yes, so, um… Lina - you'll teach your usual kids first while I teach the rest, then we'll switch. Is that… ehm… is… uh… is that… ok? With you?” Clark barely managed to say.

“Jyes, Clark, of course”, Lina said with a smile and nodded slowly while she kept looking up like this. ‘Fuck!’

“Ehm… o… ok… good. Uh… have a… good luck… teaching, I mean… with the… class… you know…”, Clark kept fumbling his words. ‘god, she's even hotter than usual’.

“Thank you, Clark. Good luck to you too”, Lina said with the kindest, warmest smile ever. Then, she just stayed there, enjoying looking at him squirm. Her boobs were so close to him he could almost feel their heat.

Clark awkwardly looked anywhere around beyond Lina's face, checking out the paint on the walls, while feeling Lina's seductive stare piercing his face.

“Well… ehm… s… see you around”, he said at last and shuffled away from Lina in the most awkward way possible. Lina looked at Clark's back as he walked to his desk and bit her lower lip in aching need, checking out his toned butt with a mischievous smile, before turning back to her own desk.

The rest of the class passed by in a similarly awkward manner for Clark. He felt Lina's gaze from beyond the wooden partition many times throughout the class. She also approached him several times for questions, and each time her boobs either entered his personal space or bumped softly into his arm.

She touched him… so much. May it be a hand on his shoulder, a huge lock of hair falling onto his face softly as she came within inches from his own face, or a round, pliant hip bumping against his side as he was sitting down. Every touch had plausible deniability on the line between being accidental and intentional. And she always had this lovely smile to accompany her every move. A shy look of gratitude for his help which sent butterflies frantically flying through Clark’s stomach. Plus… how the hell did she smell so good???

Clark honestly didn't know what to think anymore. All he knew was that he’s stayed rock hard and throbbingly horny for the entire duration of the class. There was one time where Lina came to ask him a question and leaned so close to his face, that if she would've gotten two inches closer than she did - he wouldn't be able to stop himself from twisting his head and kissing her on the spot.

This was hard. So, so very… goddamn-hard. Almost as hard as his dick.

Clark did everything he could to avoid contact with Lina, to be short with his answers for her, but also trying to be polite and pleasant at the same time, which was almost impossible. Lina was just… fuck... She was a sexual force of nature. She was relentless. Effortlessly relentless. Without even trying she caused his dick to spew precum all throughout class. All she had to do was ask something softly, just a little too close to him, or to touch her fingers onto the back of his shoulder ever so gently - and he would silently groan in arousal. This was pure torture. Pure… heavenly torture.

The bell rang and Clark sighed in relief.

Somehow, he made it through class without kissing Lina or cumming in his pants. Barely.

Clark and Lina were standing side by side near the door after having arranged the students behind them in two rows, ready to go to recess.

Clark was looking intently into the hallway, afraid to make eye contact with Lina while being so close to her. Meanwhile, Lina snuck side glances at him hesitantly every few seconds.

“Hey, um… Clark?” Lina asked timidly, a sweet, worried frown on her face.

“Yes?” Clark said a little too quickly and looked at Lina, slightly panicked.

“Eh… sorry… is… is everything ok?” Lina asked and adjusted a beautiful lock of hair behind her ear.

“Y… yeah… yes! Yes, sure, why? Did something… why do you ask?” Clark stammered. It was so hard to maintain eye contact, when an ocean of boobs spread out right under him and Lina’s left breast spread heavily into his personal space, inches from his torso.

Lina studied his panicked eyes with empathy like she could see right through his soul. Clark gulped.

“It’s just… you just seemed a little… different today. Did I do something wrong?” Lina asked and suddenly her voice cracked. Clark could see her eyes watering. Immediately all of his guards melted away. He felt so bad. Horrible. He hurt Lina by being so cold with her all day. He couldn't bear to see a woman cry. Especially her.

“What? No… no! Lina, you did nothing wrong”, Clark assured her and placed a hand on her left shoulder.

God it felt so good to touch her like that. So natural. Lina's eyes automatically half closed upon feeling Clark touching her so softly. Her head inadvertently leaned sideways as if she desperately wanted to touch her cheek to the back of his hand, but she stopped herself.

“Lina, I'm… I'm so sorry I made you feel this way. No, it's nothing you did, Lina”, Clark said reassuringly. Reluctantly, he felt it was time to let go of her shoulder now. “I’m just…”

He stopped, and Lina scrunched her brows attentively. He wasn't sure if it'd be right to open up about Marla and show Lina their dirty laundry. Which actually started becoming cleaner these days.

“It's… just been a pretty rough period for me lately. Nothing to do with you. And nothing I can't handle, but I mean… it's good. It'll be good. I mean… it's good now. Well… yeah, it's good. I think…”

‘Wow, real smooth… are you sure you said “good” enough times?’ Clark scolded himself.

Lina was flooded with emotions and her eyes watered even more, but a little hesitant smile adorned her face now. It became obvious to Clark how much impact his cold shoulder had on Lina.

“Well, ok”, Lina said, unsure. “Just remember that… if you want to talk - I'll be happy to listen”, she said and smiled shyly, like she almost overstepped a personal boundary.

Clark was filled with warm feelings, seeing Lina so vulnerable with him. She looked even more beautiful like that than usual.

“Thanks… thank you, Lina. I appreciate it”, he smiled back briefly at her. She smiled weakly back, before they both led their students into the hallway.

Clark felt some relief. Like a disaster was averted. For now.

He thought about his kids. About Marla and their upcoming anniversary. About the hotel just for the two of them. He clung onto that for a glimmer of hope.

Clark knew what he wanted to do, and he knew what he needed to do.

He just wished these two things were the same.