AAA Week

Agatha Harkness was perhaps the best parent you ever had the pleasure of meeting. You taught third grade, which her son Nicholas was in, and he was an absolute delight. You met Agatha during the first parent teacher meeting.

She had shown up in a pair of black slacks and a white blouse tucked into them, a heavy jacket sitting on her shoulders. When she walked in her heels clicked on the floor and her eyes, a piercing icy blue, scanned everywhere. Wavy brown hair fell down her shoulders and she flipped it over her shoulder with long fingers when she sat down.

From the instant you met her, you were stunned. You stumbled over your words, cheeks flushing while you fumbled with papers to show her. She kept an amused, patient, smile on her face the entire time.

And since then, she continued to surprise you.

The school had a cultural day a few weeks later, each kid was supposed to bring some food from their heritage and share it with their class. Nicholas had been eager all week, saying his mother was the best cook ever, bouncing on his toes excitedly when the day had come. Turns out, Agatha was an amazing cook, her food tasted divine and nearly everyone ate it. You had to refrain from getting seconds.

That's when Agatha first asked you out.

You had been stunned at first, thinking it was some sort of joke. Agatha was a hot single mom, but you never expected her to ask you out. Sure, she never had a ring on her finger, but you were surprised to realize she wasn't even dating. Flustered, you had accepted her offer.

The two of you had been dating for a few months now, keeping it on the down low and making it seem like you were just friends. Nicky adored you, always happy to have you over, but he thought the two of you were just friends. Although a part of you thought he wouldn't mind you dating his mom.

Today, the school was hosting a fundraiser and had asked for parent and teacher volunteers. Naturally, you volunteered, but then so did Agatha. At first you thought it would be fun, until it seemed that Agatha made it her goal to distract you the entire time.

At first, you hardly noticed. It was her subtly brushing her hand against yours when helping you put up decorations. Then she moaned loudly after trying some of the food prepared, all the while making direct eye contact with you, swallowing hard on purpose. That had gotten you to look away instantly, your face flushed and eyes wide.

She only got bolder from there, pressing a kiss to your neck and sucking slightly, when no one was watching, lingering touches on sensitive spots, and despite your many hissed warnings, she didn't stop.

You were constantly worried Nicky, or some other parent would notice.

Then everyone else arrived and the fundraiser dinner started. You sat next to her, and it made everything worse. Her feet trailed along your ankle, hand resting on your thigh, slender fingers trailing up and down, dangerously close to where you wanted her. Heat pooled in your stomach, and you shifted in discomfort as the slick feeling between your thighs. You sat next to her, tense, and casting anxious glancing towards the kids table where Nicky sat. A few other parents sat at the table with you, conversation flowing easily and they were completely unaware of your struggle.

At some point when you almost got caught, you made an excuse to leave the restroom. Agatha followed shortly after, using the same excuse.

"What are you-" Your words were muffled as Agatha shoved you against the wall, her hands gripping your collar and smashing her lips onto yours. All resistance left you at the simple action, her tongue poking into your mouth with practiced ease as she kept you pinned. Whimpering into her mouth, you grasped at her shirt desperately. As always, she was dressed nicely with a white turtleneck, flowy grey pants and a brown jacket.

Her lips trailed from your lips to your neck, leaving a hot, wet trail that had you whining. Her teeth bit down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, not caring to be gentle, soothing it over with her tongue.

"Agatha," already you could hardly form a coherent word, your brain fogging up with her touch. She had been teasing you all night with the light kisses and purposeful touches. It left you as a puddle of mush.

She smirked into your neck, hands slipping down to your breasts, cupping them through your dress, "Do you know how delectable you look in this dress?" Another nip at your skin that had you shutting your eyes, "I've been having such a hard time resisting you." As if she wasn't teasing you all night.

One of her hands fiddled with the frills of your dress and your breath hitched when she hiked it up slightly, her foot toeing your legs apart. She continued pressing tender, yet harsh, kisses to your skin, not caring if she was leaving marks as she sucked. You were hardly present enough to bother stopping her. Her fingernails scrapped on the inside of your thigh lightly, bunching your dress up until it was at your hips.

"Aggie," you muttered, eyes snapping open to glance around anxiously. The two of you were just in the halls, anyone could walk in at any minute. Agatha met your eyes, a small smile curling at her lips that gave away how much she was enjoying this. “Anyone could walk in.”

"I guess you'll just have to be quiet then."

You didn't get a chance to protest as her fingers pushed your panties to the side and swept through your folds, gathering your wetness on her fingertips.

"All this for me?" Bringing her fingers up, Agatha pressed down on your bottom lip, and you obeyed, letting her slide her fingers in. You sucked obediently, tasting yourself on her fingers. She pressed down your tongue. Tears brimmed the corners of your eyes and that only added to the desire.

A whine escaped you when she removed her fingers, "All for you. Only you. Agatha please." You didn't think you could hold on much longer.

She pretended to contemplate it for a second and you didn't notice her hand creeping lower, closer to where you needed it. Then she hummed casually and shoved two of her fingers knuckle deep into your cunt. You gasped, hands clawing at her shoulders, hips bucking. Squeezing your eyes shut again, you threw your head back against the wall as Agatha started moving her fingers hard and fast.

Your walls clenched around her. Lips teased the skin on your neck, biting and sucking and licking. Her hand toyed with one of your nipples. The added stimulation of her twisting and pinching them made the wetness between your thighs grow.

You had to bite down on your lip to stop from moaning loudly when her fingers curled just right, and her thumb pressed against your clit. She held you there for a moment before she began to thrust her hand again, palm slapping against your hand. It was embarrassing how fast you felt your orgasm coming, a tight coil of heat in your stomach and your walls fluttering around Agatha's fingers.

"Agatha- I'm gonna-" A pitiful keen left you when she suddenly stopped, her fingers resting in your wet cunt, and your eyes snapped open, "Aggieeee." You were so close and then she just stopped.

She smashed her lips onto yours, teeth clashing as you squirmed. Her tongue was practically fucking you after a moment, but you wanted nothing more than for her fingers to start moving again.

When she pulled away from the kiss, you gave her big, pleading eyes, "Agatha please. Fuck me please."

That was all it took for Agatha to begin fucking you hard again and your orgasm came upon you quickly. It washed over you like a wave, a shuddering sense of pleasure filling you as you trembled and tightly held onto her shoulders. Your teeth sunk into your lip to prevent yourself from screaming her name, but a small whimper did leave your mouth. Agatha placed one last tender kiss onto your neck, her lips lingering lightly for a moment before she pulled away, taking her fingers away.

You panted against the wall, flushing even further when Agatha sucked her own fingers clean, moaning at the taste of you. Your dress fell back into place but that didn't change the fact that you were insanely wet. Agatha's lips curled up tightly, enjoying the way your thighs rubbed together in discomfort at the dull pain between your thighs from how hard she fucked you.

Before either of you had a chance to say something, there were voices around the corner and you hurriedly wiped the couple droplets of sweat on your face and readjusted your dress. Glaring at Agatha, as you touched your neck and instantly you knew she left marks. You smoothed down her blouse and started casually leading her away. Two parents rounded the corner, and it took one look from one of them to tell you they knew what was up. They stared a little longer than they should at your neck.

A hot heat filled your cheeks, and you ducked your gaze down, slapping Agatha's arm once they were out of sight.

"That was dangerous. And you left marks," you hissed, gesturing at your neck, "What if one of the kids walked in on us?"

Agatha laughed, walking ahead of you, but not before glancing back with her pink lips grinning, "That's part of the fun darling."