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Being a teacher was overall quite rewarding, despite what Jon had worried about starting out. His semi-estranged father wasn’t a huge fan, but Rhaegar had a list in his head of acceptable occupations for his sons, and “schoolteacher” wasn’t on the list, even if he was teaching at a fairly prestigious private school. (Jon had done eight years in the public schools, doing his best at an inner city school, with at least some good results. But stress and low pay made him finally cry uncle). But it was a good school, and for the most part, the kids were interested in learning. Some of the kids weren’t that into history, but he managed to keep their attention and avoid *too* many yawns.  

He had been warned by colleagues, teaching high schoolers was something that had to be approached correctly... all those growing hormones made the kids a little weird sometimes. For the most part, it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle offhand. Some of the girls would “flirt”, but to be honest, they were so obviously bad at it that it had the opposite effect than they probably intended. And sometimes they’d fold the waist of their uniform skirts to raise them above the knee, but he was told never to directly comment on that, but to bring it to the attention of one of his female colleagues. That, and the dictum that no teacher was to be alone in a room with a student. If for some reason, a student needed a 1 on 1, the preferred method was to do a “walk and talk”. Or even a discussion in a hallway out of earshot (Jon wanted to be the kind of teacher that the students could come talk to about problems, after all).  

And for the most part, that covered everything. He had gotten roped into being the assistant football coach, because apparently that was de rigeur for a social studies teacher in this area, but he had been a runner in his own high school time, so he mostly focused on conditioning and drills, and left the more advanced coaching to Alliser Thorne, the head coach and government teacher.  

There were a couple students that were problems for various reasons, of course. A junior in one of his classes named Margaery Tyrell, who had a bit of a reputation around school, she was actually an effective flirt. And a couple of the boys were known for getting in fights and causing general mayhem, but after Jon had literally pulled one of them up in the air out of some hallway brawl, they had treated him with very careful respect. (Which had earned Jon a bit of a lecture from old Principal Mormont, who officially had to “talk” to him, but privately told him that he approved of how he had handled it, and would only take action if Jon was out of line).  

The first year of teaching had gone well, but it wasn’t until *she* sauntered into the classroom that he had any worries. Sansa Stark, she of the tumbled redheaded locks (if he was being honest with himself, she *always* had sex hair). Quickly came to find out that she was notorious for rolling her skirt up, and not just an inch or two like some, but enough to be at mid-thigh, which made things precarious. As tall as Jon was, at only fifteen. There were some young women he taught that thought they were flirty and getting the attention of their teacher (but so painfully innocent that it had the opposite effect). But Sansa’s little flirts and movements caught his attention, to his eternal shame.  

It was that shame that drove him to finally respond to the flirtations of one of his colleagues. Not that Valerie wasn’t a beautiful and interesting woman herself, but he had been very leery about dipping his pen in company ink, so to speak. But having a relationship with a fellow teacher might help to put him “off limits”, and at the very least, somebody who he knew he could talk to about any issues. Val also had gone to the school herself before she got her teaching degree, so was up on the gossip of the families that sent their children there as a matter of course.  

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“So Val. I’ve got a new girl who apparently doesn’t really like the dress code. Can I send her to you?” Jon felt that was a good way to bring Sansa up, which glossed over the fact that he’d been stopping himself from tracing those long, long legs during his class. Successfully, he felt. Which made him feel like less of a pile of shit.  

“Let me guess. Sansa Stark?” Val laughed over her coffee. “Good luck there. I know I’m not the only one who has tried.”  

Jon sipped his own, glad that they were on their own in the teacher’s lounge. “Really? Usually, they fall into line pretty quickly, why is she different?”  

“Well, for starters, since you obviously don’t know, her family is one of the biggest contributors to our endowment. It’s mostly her grandparents’ generation, but her uncle still does fundraising for us. So, there is approximately a zero chance of her being suspended or expelled, unless she, I dunno.... stabs another student. And it would have to be a really bad stabbing.” Val shook her head, knowing Jon’s past in a rougher school. “So we can try to correct her dress code, but if that’s all she’s doing wrong, its going to be hard to punish her with anything.”  

“If her family does so much for the school, can’t we go to her parents?” Jon asked, a little shocked. He knew there was some politics and involvement with the local movers and shakers, but so far hadn’t really been privy to any of it.  

“Thats the thing. Her father died... ten odd years ago? Car accident. And last year, there was some tumult with her mom and stepfather. Her mother had some kind of breakdown, and I hear all kinds of things about her stepfather. Either way, he’s not in the picture. She lives with her uncle, Brandon Stark.” Val went to refill her coffee.  

“Ah. That’s a name I’ve heard at least. Big wheel, owns the local window and door factory.” Jon replies, the picture starting to get clear.  

“Yep. And from what I’ve heard down the grapevine, he’s taken the attitude that his niece can do no wrong, and he’s made it clear to our administration that she’s to be given as much leeway as possible after such a rough childhood. You don’t have him, but she’s got an older brother, a senior. Robb Stark. Classic oldest child, however. Rule follower, painfully earnest. He’s taking AP Lit with me. Hardly would be able to tell they’re related except the ginger hair.”  

“So basically, I can try to send her to you, but I shouldn’t expect anything to change?”  

Val shook her head. “Afraid not. I can try, I might have more pull starting this week, she’s going out for the cheer squad, and at least then I can perhaps dangle perks and positions she would want. Of course, you realize if Uncle Brandon comes and tells Mormont to tell me to do X, it’s going to happen. Old school politics.”  

“Well, enough of the kids. You want to get dinner and a movie this weekend?” Jon asked, not wanting to let his mind linger on his redheaded student any longer.  

“I was hoping you’d want to. I will suggest that we hit the theater upstate a bit... unless you want to run into any of our kids at the theater. Having your arm around me there would make their little mouths jabber.” Val laughed, reaching out to squeeze his hand. They had only gone on a few dates, but she was just about everything Jon could reasonably hope to find in a woman. Beautiful, icy blonde hair (he didn’t know for certain it wasn’t touched up, but regardless, it was very fetching), a warm sense of humor, and with the same kind of professionalism about the job as he desired. And it didn’t help that she clearly had her own repressed/controlled passions... they hadn’t slept together yet, but they had, in Val’s terms, ‘Made out like a couple students’ in Jon’s Jeep, which was incredibly fun, if slightly frustrating. (At least he could tell she was likewise frustrated, but they had both resolved to take it slow and carefully, being coworkers).  

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The rest of the day was a blur, with the only notable thing sticking out of his mind was after classes were over, and Jon was on his way down to change for football coaching (He silenced a lot of the grumbling about his drills and conditioning exercises by being willing to demonstrate and join in from time to time. Coach Thorne was in good shape for being in his fifties, but Jon in his early thirties could at least pretend not to be slowing down. Yet). But as he was coming out of the men’s staff locker room, he caught a glimpse of her. Never so glad of the fact that it was sunny enough to require sunglasses, his eyes drank her in. She was in tights and a tank top, clearly headed to cheerleader tryouts, her companion was none other than Miss Tyrell, she of the knowing smirks and flirts, dressed in a cheerleader practice uniform. Jon was thanking the Gods that Sansa wasn’t in a skirt like *that* when Sansa turned her head to put her rumpled tresses in a rough ponytail, her eye catching his, a little smile crossing her lips. She couldn’t *know* he was watching, but Jon felt like somehow, she *did*. He immediately made a point of greeting some of his players, the freshman and sophomores usually got a lot more of his attention. “Anybody else still in there, Grenn? Good. Start running to the field, if I beat any of you there, you know what that means.” His boys groaned good naturedly and started off running briskly. Jon gave them a few moments to get ahead and started after them. He didn’t intend to overtake, unless one of them was slacking, but his position behind them gave him a perfect view of Sansa’s and Margaery’s backsides. And a perfect observation as Margaery slapped a couple of his player’s backsides herself, playfully calling out “Good game!” To be fair, none of the boys seemed to mind.  

As Jon passed the two of them at his jog, Margaery called out cheekily “I’ll spare you the same treatment, Coach Snow.” Jon shook his head, not wanting to officially respond to her. Some things were best left unaddressed after all.  

The rest of practice was routine, and thankfully, he had to finish supervising the sprint drills of the varsity boys who had displeased Thorne, which gave enough time for the rest of the athletic teams to be off the fields and gone home for the most part. Val had sent him a text saying she saw he was still out there, and to let her know when he was cleaned up to come get her.  

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Jon’s thoughts about such things rapidly faded into the background. Val was, as usual, a charming dinner companion (even if they were eating at a comfy BBQ place down a gravel road). They had kissed at the start, and a few times on the way back to the car. But in the dimly lit parking lot, Val started to get a little more aggressive, taking his breath away. “Jon, the nice polite boy, you don’t always have to be nice and polite with me.” She bit his lower lip, her eyes all hooded and knowing as she briefly looked around the dark parking lot... the car blocked any view from the restaurant, and Val took advantage. “I have to play good girl too at work, but we don’t have to all the time. “ She kissed his neck, before going down to her knees.  

“Jesus Val.. You don’t...” Jon started... most of his college girlfriends had done things like this, but he always got the impression it was because they felt they were “supposed” to... and Jon wasn’t the type to be able to get excited when his partner wasn’t.  

“Shut up. I’ve been wanting to blow you since last year.” She looked up at him, delicately undoing his jeans, smirking a little as he hissed as his half hard cock stopped being constrained by the fabric. “Mmm. I can *definitely* work with this.” Jon gasped as she licked him, getting him nice and slick so she could stroke him hard, before plunging her mouth down over his cock....  

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It was an open secret among the staff, but thankfully none of the kids had picked up on the fact that Ms Wilde and Mr Snow were dating now. The fact that Val turned out to have as much of a sex drive as Jon was enough to make Jon more or less forget about any intrusive thoughts about any particular redheads in his classes. At least until that one day.  

Jon had been walking down to the gym on his free period to get a few things organized for football practice. The team was having its first major game in a few days, and it was the last day he was “allowed” to really drill them to exhaustion before they had to go easy on the boys before their game. The gym was normally deserted after the lunch hour, and he didn’t expect to see anything, and in fact wasn’t really paying attention or making too much noise as he walked across the gym floor. But he froze as he heard it... the sound of wet smacking. Instantly he had a fairly good idea, a couple kids were under the retractable bleachers, making out. He wasn’t even sure why he was trying to be quiet as he made his way over to the far edge, peering around the corner. He should have just made some noise, and they probably would have stopped or come out, giving them all plausible deniability, but he wanted to make sure there was nothing untoward going on.  

What Jon saw in the dim light under the bleachers made his mouth fall open. A boy in a letterman’s jacket, his face buried in the arched neck of one Sansa Stark. They had been at it for at least a little bit, her uniform shirt unbuttoned a few times to expose a lacy red bra, her eyes closed, and her mouth wide and wanton, curled up in pleasure. Luckily, her eyes were closed, because she was almost pointed right at him. Before he could slip back around the corner, she rolled her head down from his urgent kissing and biting on her neck and collarbone, her eyes opening and locking on his. She frozen, her face going a little panicked for just a flash. Her partner was far to unaware to notice her brief freeze.  

And this was where Jon fucked up. He didn’t move. He didn’t shout, tell them to knock it off, or anything like that. He didn’t even just leave, the least he could do. He watched. He watched as Sansa got a speculative grin on her face, acknowledging him being there. He watched as her shirt was pulled aside, and her partner fumbled her bra down enough to suck and lick on her nipples (and he could see just enough to drive him mad). And he watched as she, her eyes locked on him with a challenging smirk, took her boy’s hand from where it was gripping her skirt-covered ass, to slip under. “Babe, you’re not wearing any....” She smiled down at him, and then smirked even harder at Jon from his little hiding spot at the end of the bleachers, her head lolling back as she was openly fingered with enthusiasm, even if the technique was probably amateur. She rolled her hips into her boy’s hand, moaning shamelessly, knowing nobody was going to stop her, clearly wanting Jon to hear. She looked like she was on the verge of climax when the bell rang, causing Jon to flinch back, snapping out of his fuge state, retreating out of the gym, hoping that the two teenagers had enough brains to get out of there before the afternoon gym classes started.  

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Jon remembered as he was rushing away from the gym, his tasks undone, that Val had a free period that was starting now. He felt a little maddened, his cock like an iron bar in his slacks, hoping he was walking rapidly enough nobody would notice. Thankfully, Val was alone in her room, the last of her students leaving as he came in. They had been professional to the nth degree for months now, but she could recognize the look in his eyes... she had been on the receiving end of it more than a few times. “Don’t look at me like that, we’re still at work, Jon. “ She said playfully, her smile going a little flat as he locked her door behind him, thankfully she didn’t have a room with any glass in the doorframe. “Jon, we...” He cut her off, pulling her to him, his mouth claiming hers. She resisted for only a moment, before melting against him. She always liked when he was aggressive, like she was one of the few people who could turn dour and reserved Jon Snow into a beast, a wolf. “We don’t have long, Jon. I’m supposed to be in a meeting in ten minutes.” She panted, her hands going to his ass, pulling him into her as their mouths fought. “Then I’ll have to skip ahead a bit, Ms Wilde.” Jon rasped, trying to drown out what he saw in the gym with her lips, her body against his.  

Val had given into the passion fairly quickly, breaking off from Jon and leaning over her desk, wriggling her slacks down to her knees, thumbing her thong down to mid-thigh. “If you’re going to be risky and nasty, Jon, do it.” She teased him, letting her hips sway. He was already on edge from what he had watched, and his girlfriend breaking her one rule of no playing around at the job drove him a little mad. He didn’t remember getting his cock out, he was just balls deep in Val. He hadn’t cared if she was wet enough, but his passion and the excitement of the moment seemed to have done it for her again. They were like wild beasts, their bodies slamming against each other. “Fuck me, Jon. Fuck me hard and fill me up.” Val snarled at him, pushing her ass back into him. He was shamefully close with so little work, but he knew they didn’t have much time, closing his eyes and imagining something shameful that he didn’t want to admit... a flash of wild red hair in front of him instead of pale blonde, his lust and his guilt combining to drive him over the edge, as he came deep into her... whoever she was.  

They laid their panting for a few moments before Val gently pushed him off her with a smile, kissing him as she pulled her clothes back in a semblance of order. “Babe, that was super hot, but you know we can’t ever really do this again, right? We’re lucky none of the students are knocking on the door wondering why its locked in the middle of the day.” Jon nodded, a slightly foolish grin on his face as he put his own pants to right, pulling out the little mirror he knew she kept in her desk, handing it to her so she could make sure she wasn’t walking to her meeting with obvious sex hair.  

Jon left first, breathing a sigh of relief when the hall was empty of students and faculty... their little interlude had apparently gone un-noticed. What wasn’t a relief was how conflicted he was... he cared for Val, she was a good woman. On paper, he had no reason to have a wandering eye (and he insisted that he didn’t to himself, he wasn’t going after one of his students!). But the fact that his mind went to Sansa Stark when he was literally balls deep in his girlfriend concerned him. And what was more, this wasn’t something that was private. She *saw* him. She watched him as she was debauched by her boyfriend or whoever it was with her under the bleachers. She *knew*, and something about that made him uneasy... a wild child from a prominent, powerful family.  

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It was Friday, a few days after the Bleachers Incident. Thankfully, other than a long, intense look during World History, there was no interaction between Jon and his redheaded tormentor. Thankfully. And he could handle a teenager giving him the eyes, that wasn’t something new for him.  

It wasn’t until the bus ride home from the football game, a victorious football game, with the team and the cheerleaders spread out over a couple buses. Val and Jon were in the second bus, trying to stay awake to chaperone the high spirits. It wasn’t until the second or third time Val had to call to the back of the bus to settle down that she turned to Jon. “Gods, Jon. Can you do me a favor, and sit back there? I worry if we don’t pay close enough attention, we’re going to have students screwing back there. Playing flirty games is one thing, but they’re getting a little much.” Jon had no desire to go anywhere near there, both from tiredness... and the certain knowledge that there was a certain redheaded student back there, all done up in her crisp white, gold and red cheer uniform. If Sansa Stark could make her standard school uniform a little scandalous, it didn’t take any effort for her to do so with a cheer uniform. “Why me, Val?” He protested, not entirely serious. “Because you’re scarier than me, Jon. Half the boys in the school are intimidated by you, mister quiet and broody.” She smiled at him as he slipped past her into the aisle of the bus. “Thank you, Jon.” She said a little more seriously. “I’ll make it up to you.”  

Jon made it about halfway down the aisle, and he decided to make sure they all knew they were being supervised more closely. “Ok, ok. You guys need to calm down.” He pointed to where one of his ends had a blonde cheerleader on his lap. “Margaery, keep it PG back here. Ms. Wilde drafted me to make sure you guys didn’t do anything we would have to tell your folks about.” A little disappointed groan came out, and Margaery managed to look a little bashful as she slid off her partner’s lap. “We weren’t doing anything that bad, Mr. Snow. Just some games to kill time.  

“Don’t let me stop you, but... PG. You guys got me?” Jon settled down in a seat in the second to last row, evicting one of his players and settling in. And in fairness, Jon fully intended to stay awake for the last two hours of the drive. But it had been a long week, and the rhythm of the drive lulled him.... and the students were actually being fairly quiet. And before long, Jon had slipped away into sleep.  

It was some time later, and the students had finished their games and most of them were snoozing, same as him. He had laid out in the seat, his feet almost in the aisle, facing the opposite seat as he cracked his eyes, the bus mostly dark except for the occasional streetlight casting through the windows briefly. And he didn’t notice what he was looking at at first, it was just the noise that drew his attention. A soft, wet sound coming from the seat across from him. He didn’t move, only opening his eyes slightly more. And he was doing it again. Again!  

Sansa Stark was bent over, her face in the lap of one of the receivers, a junior named Brian. And she was blowing him. Blowing him quite shamelessly right in front of a sleeping teacher (or at least one that was supposedly sleeping). Margaery was sitting in the seat in front of her, clearly acting as a lookout, but she was focused on the front of the bus, and not right next to them. Thankfully, Jon couldn’t see too much detail in the dark, the periodic light from the streets giving him almost a stop-motion view of Sansa sucking Brian off, her mouth around the tip, and her hand around most of the rest of it. She wasn’t going very deep, but Brian didn’t seem to mind... he was shifting his hips slightly to try to get a little deeper, but Sansa seemed to have good control over him with her hand. Jon felt like his eyes were slitted enough that nobody would notice, but then he did it *again*. She met his eyes, that was unmistakable. She had just the tip of him in her mouth as their eyes met, stroking him as Jon watched, unwilling or unable to do anything to stop them. Sansa broke off from Brian’s cock for a moment, an audible pop coming from the other seat as she kept her eyes on Jon’s. Slowly, like she was giving a show, she moved her hand down to the base of Brian’s cock, plunging her mouth down again, this time taking him deeper, a soft gag coming from her pale throat. She seemed to be wanting to show off, and Jon had no idea how far she would go, and he never found out. The sudden feeling of Sansa Stark’s throat caused her lover to cum, his hand in her red updo, thrusting up into her mouth as quietly as he could. Sansa swallowed most of it, with a little bit of wetness shining in the darkness as she sat back on her side of the seat, wiping it clean with a finger and sucking it clean, her eyes still on Jon’s in the dark.  

Jon forced himself to shut his eyes, wanting to break whatever spell those blue eyes had cast on him. Gods, as if spying on her in the gym wasn’t bad enough... he got the distinct impression that she was *performing* for him in the end of that blowjob. Like, she was doing an acceptable one for Brian, but once she knew Jon was watching, she wanted to make sure he *knew* that she could do better. The underlying message was “My routine blowjobs are good, but I’d give you my best.” Which was not a thought that Jon wanted to brood about, interact with, or frankly even admit he had.  

It was a little after midnight when the buses pulled back into the parking lot, the students tromping off while the coaches put all the gear away. Jon was still in the middle of getting everything back in the equipment locker (being the junior coach came with some scutwork), when Val poked her head in the door. “Just you, Jon?” He nodded and smiled. “Babe, I’m exhausted. I’m going to go to my place and get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow night for dinner, ok?” She kissed him on the mouth, before leaving Jon to his last ten minutes of work. His mind was miles away as he made sure everything was locked up and got in his Jeep, pulling out of the parking lot. It was a block down the street from the high school when his lights caught the reflection... a white uniform top and skirt, with red and gold highlights. And a mane of red hair. Gods. It was after midnight, he couldn’t just drive past, no student should be out this late alone. All the players and cheerleaders had gone home, he had thought. Gods. Fuck. The last thing he wanted was to stop and give Sansa Stark access to him alone. But he couldn’t just let her (hopefully) walk home alone after midnight.  

He pulled up, rolling his window down. “Sansa, didn’t you have a ride home?” he called out into the darkness towards her. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but a tear-streaked Sansa Stark, sniffling was not it.  

“I... had a ride, but we got into an argument, and he just fucking drove off!” She hiccupped slightly, clearly trying to hold it together. Somehow this was easier to handle, even if he wasn’t that good at comforting crying teenagers. “Gods, Sansa. You should have come to talk to us before, we would have made sure you got home ok.” Jon paused, not seeing much of an alternative. “Get in. I’ll take you home.”  

Jon leaned across the car, opening up the passenger door for her, keeping his eyes mostly forward, only catching her climbing up into the seat out of the corner of his eye... and that was enough. Was this girl just made of legs? She put on her seat belt, and despite it being only out of the corner of his eye, Jon was fully aware of how the shoulder strap crossed over her bust. ‘Keep it professional, Jon. You’re just making sure a student gets home safe.’ He thought to himself as he got the car into gear, wondering exactly what was going to happen now.  

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               Sansa felt humiliated, it was bad enough that that asshole James ditched her, but she had left her bag and phone in his car before he drove off.  Boys were so petty, its not like she had fucked somebody else on the bus.  Blowjobs didn’t mean anything, right?  Except as a way to pull people into her orbit.  She had everything arranged, a few cute jocks to get her off when she wanted to, some cute nerds who would do anything for a handjob or a quick suck, and she knew Uncle Brandon would back her up if she ran into any trouble.  He wasn’t very involved, and he refused to look too closely at her life, but it was enough that he was there to make sure nobody screwed with her… and it was important to Sansa that nobody would hurt her again after Mom died, and she had to deal with Petyr and his grossness.

               And normally she would have loved to mess with Mr Snow.  Sansa knew she could have any boy she wanted in the school, but sometimes she longed for a challenge, for something to reinforce how she was hot and powerful and could do as she liked.  College boys were fun sometimes, but after she had found out what happened to Margaery at a frat party, she was leery.  Any other time, she would have enjoyed teasing and amusing herself with Mr Snow.  But not now.  Not when she had smudged makeup from her tears, and she was shivering from the cool autumn air as she walked along the sidewalk before he picked her up.  Part of her felt a little guilty when he was still willing to help her out, despite what she knew he had seen.  He was probably terrified she’d try something, and that he’d either have to pretend it didn’t happen, or report it, and risk the wrath of the community. 

               So she got into his jeep, smoothing down her cheer skirt and looking out the window.  It was bad enough to have to deal with some asshole ditching her when she needed a ride home, but it was humiliating to get a ride from a teacher.  Particularly a teacher that she wanted to appear to be some beautiful, playful sexpot.  She didn’t want Mr. Snow to pity her, she wanted him to get hard when he saw her or thought about her.  The rumor with the student was that Mr. Snow and Ms. Wylde were dating, but it was hard to tell. They were good friends, but nobody had ever seen them be affectionate at school.  And Sansa was enough of a competitive bitch that she wanted Mr. Snow to think about her even if he was with Ms Wylde.  Gods, that would be hot.  The thought made her shift in her seat as they drove, making her smooth down her skirt again.  Time to find out if there was any truth to the rumors.

               “So I’ve heard from some of the others that you and Ms. Wylde are together.” She just out and said it, trying to put a little disinterest into it, even if was an act.  She looked away from the window, wanting to watch his reactions, tucking a wild strand of hair behind her ear.  If only people knew how long it took in the morning to have that effortlessly sexy “freshly fucked” tousle she sported…

               “I don’t know where you’ve heard that, Sansa, but its not any of your business.” Mr Snow sounded like he was doing his best to sound official and a little grumpy, which made Sansa smile slightly.  It wasn’t any fun to get boys to eat out of her hand… and the challenge interested her.

               “Either way, its not an insult to either of you.  You’re hot, and she’s pretty.  Don’t you agree?” Sansa smiled, toying with a lock of her hair, feeling a little less embarrassed as they talked, realizing how nervous she made him. He probably was worried that she’d flash him or something like that.  She squeezed her legs together at the thought.  That would be absolutely filthy… and a way to one up Margaery.  She’d only bagged some college boys, after all.  Mr. Snow made a noncommittal grunt, clearly not wanting to get into a  discussion about the attractiveness of one of his co-workers.           

               “I suppose I should be glad you picked me up, if it had been one of the seniors, I would have had to pay the toll.” Not that Sansa usually minded paying said toll… the thrill of sucking an older boy off in his car never failed to get her hot.

               “Toll?  You get charged by students for a ride home?”  Mr Snow said, sounding a little quizzical.  “I’d think the average student at the academy is well off enough they don’t have to skin each other for gas money.”

               Sansa giggled. “Not money, Mr. Snow.  The senior boys give rides home to us underclassmen in exchange for something… else.  Like what you saw on the *bus*, Mr Snow.”  She knew he was watching when she was sucking him off… it was fun already, but when she had realized she was being watched, she had felt a warm flush go through her body…. The same flush she felt now.  “Did you like watching me, sir?  Or did you wish I would stop with him, and come over to your seat?”  Her hand was on the armrest, turning her body towards him, wishing it wasn’t so dark… she wanted to know if he was getting hard for her.  “I know I’m a little young, but I’ve had more practice than you’d think for only being fifteen.”  Sansa ran her tongue over her lips, not paying attention to where they were until Mr. Snow came to a stop, her eyes going wide, wondering if he was actually going to do anything. 

               “This is your uncle’s place, isn’t it?” Mr Snow said in a low voice, the kind of voice that made Sansa shiver a little bit, wondering how it would sound if he said something filthier.  But she looked around,  and it was Uncle Brandon’s oversized house.

              “Maybe next time, Mr. Snow…. I like that you know when I have a free period. Maybe I’ll see you then. “ Sansa purred at him, opening up her door and sliding out, her skirt flipping up to give him a good look at her legs and maybe a hint of her ass as she got out of the car.  She hoped he was looking… maybe he’d think about her when he was fucking Ms Wylde?  She made sure to put a little into her walk as she went up to let herself in, but her mind was already on how she was going to punish the boy that ditched her… if he thought he could get away with treating somebody like her like *that*, he had another thing coming.   He was cut off from her favors, for starters… and if she got Margaery to agree, no cheerleader would touch him, which meant none of the jock girls would either.  The only question was if she wanted to get one of her other boys to physically punish him or not….

              Jon was relieved when she finally got out of his car.  A little innuendo and some flirtation he could handle.  He had been worried that she would do something overt, throw herself at him… and to his shame, part of him wished she had, so he could clear his mind.  She had barely done anything, just spoken to him, but that invitation… third period.  She knew he had watched her with that boy, and she was all but giving him a written invitation to see her again… and gods only knew what she would do then.

              His cock refused to relent the whole way back, his mind filled with images of how she had twisted and turn on his seat, how her low voice had seemingly divined all his secrets… she *knew* he wanted her, and she was just playing with him.  His mental fantasies were getting kinkier and rougher, part of him wanted to punish her for making him feel this way, to make him lust after a *fifteen* year old girl, regardless of how she acted.

             It wasn’t until he was in bed that he finally gave into his urges, taking himself in his hand, his mind filled with pale skin, red hair, and that *voice* crying out for him to fuck her, to come in her, to make her *his*…

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Jon had to tell Val about giving Sansa a ride home, the last thing he wanted was to have her not on his side if the worst happened, and Sansa somehow decided to accuse him of something he hadn’t done.  And at first, he was thankful that she completely understood, and supported him.

“They’re horny little devils, I’m sure you remember being that age.  I’m a little surprised they were so daring, but it doesn’t surprise me that they were doing it.” Val said over breakfast at her place after he stayed over.  “And no, there isn’t much you can do.  Raising a stink would cause far too many problems.  At least if they keep carrying on like that, we don’t have to worry about any teen pregnancy” Val joked, smirking slightly.

She honestly understood too well, but also not at all.  Jon was apparently convincing as a slightly disinterested but concerned teacher to his girlfriend.  He kept all of his prurient impulses from her, and that was the start of the problem *there*.  Val had a bit of a wicked side, and enjoyed teasing him when they were together, thinking that it was just harmless fun.  It started with her teasing him during foreplay that she needed to make sure to keep her man focused and honest at work.  The phrase “Empty those balls into me, Mr Snow, so you won’t be distracted by those cheerleaders” came out of her mouth as they were coupled, and thankfully he was so close that she attributed his rapid finish on her dirty talk, and not the fact that he had his own shameful desires.  And he appreciated how much less he was distracted at school as a result. There *was* something to be said for being fucked so thoroughly that he was able to keep from taking his little redheaded temptress’s offer of showing off for him in that one free period.

And he found out as the days and weeks passed that Val had her own filthy center, enjoying teasing him during sex about such things.  She even explicitly said afterwards once when he had asked.  “Hon, I don’t mind you being wild, but don’t you think it’s a little odd that we are teachers and you’re basically trying to wind me up by talking about some of the students?”

Her laughter was genuine.  “Jon, I wouldn’t do that if I actually thought that was a thing.  Yes, I’m flattered when some of the boys try to flirt with me, and I understand if you have the same reaction.  But I don’t think you’d ever do anything.  Its just fantasy, just play.  Its hot because its wrong and would never happen.”  She rolled over to get on top of him, nude and lovely, her wet pussy and his still soaking cock grinding together.  “Its like me loving when you could finally bust in me, Jon.  I don’t want kids, not yet, but the idea of getting filled up…” She closed her eyes and shivered.  “The feminist in me feels guilty, which just makes it hotter.”  She leaned down to kiss his neck, whispering in his ear.  “And judging by how you react, you like the idea too.  You want to fuck a baby into me someday Jon?  Or would that not be enough for somebody with a cock like this?  You’d knock me up, and still need more?”

Jon was groaning, his eyes pressed close as she poured filth into his ear, his cock stiffening back up despite it being a handful of minutes since they finished last.  “Isn’t that just about everybody?  Its not really a fetish if everybody likes it.”  Jon tried to keep his voice from cracking as she wound him up, grinding on him as he stiffened, his cockhead catching on her opening as she slid, both of them gasping slightly as she reached down to align him, her hips rising and sinking slowly onto him.  “Want to have that little smirking Margaery ride your cock like this?  I wonder if she’d still smirk like that once she starts to show.  Those little cheerleader outfits wouldn’t fit her so well after you’re done with her, eh?” 

That mental image was bad enough, and Margaery was a flirt in her own way, but he was thankful that the subject of Val’s little fantasy play was her and not Sansa.  “Gods, Val.  You’re really into that.” He groaned out, afraid he might give himself away if he said anything agreeing with her.

“Its ok, its just fun, baby.  It shouldn’t turn me on either, but the idea of my man being so virile that he ends up knocking up the whole cheerleader squad…” Val shivered, her eyes closed.  She was riding him with abandon now, even more than normal.  “At least if you were breaking in my cheerleaders, they’d enjoy it, instead of whatever those seniors do to them.”  She was grinding her hips, seeking out her own pleasure at his expense, not letting him slide at all in her eager pussy.  A bit of masculine adrenaline surged through him, wanting to conquer Val, to do what she was spewing filth about the girls.

Jon rose up off his back, picking Val up off his cock, the air cool on his cock for the few moments it too to manhandle her, facedown on the bed, her legs parted just enough for him to slide back inside, her bottom pressed against him as he slammed back home, her expression of surprise curling into a lustful smile.  “That’s it, Jon.  Take me.  Fuck me.  Fuck me like you want to fuck those little teases, show me how much you want to teach them a lesson.”  Jon groaned out, not wanting to say what he was thinking… wondering how Sansa might feel if he fucked her like this, if her hair would feel different in his fist when he pulled it like he was doing to Val… if she would like how much of a brute he turned into when he finally cut loose.  “Is that your secret?  You need to be fucked like a bad girl to turn you into a good girl?”  Jon rasped out, feeling like he was losing control, but Val moaned out shamelessly at him finally getting into it, trying to encourage him with the little she could move with him pinning her down.

“Fuck…. Fuck…” Val was gasping, trying to get words out, but every time she almost did, Jon would slam into her, knocking her breath away slightly.  He could see her fist gripping the sheets and shaking, a sure sign she was close, her mouth open as she finally managed to get some words out. “Fuck those little teases, they need to be raped, need to be fucked by somebody who knows how to handle them” She spewed filth, and Jon to his shame felt his balls tighten up when she said “rape”,  jetting into her as she came moments later, all of his lust and shame pouring out of him

They laid there together, him almost completely covering her as they caught their breath.  “Gods, Val.  I…” Jon tried to get his thoughts out, trying to figure out why a word like that set him off.  He rolled onto his back, Val following him so they were laying side by side, both breathing hard, their fingers just brushing each other.

“Jon… I’m sorry for dropping that kind of thing on you without warning.  It’s a little fucked up.” He didn’t look over but could almost hear the smile in her voice.  “I think its hot because its wrong.  Gods know I don’t want to get raped, but saying it to you, who I can’t imagine ever doing anything like that is somehow hot for me.  And by your reaction, it does something for you too.”  Jon didn’t trust himself to speak on the subject, but nodded his head and squeezed her hand.  “Its ok to have filthy thoughts, love.  And if that sort of thing does it for you, maybe we can play around with that in the future?”

Val rolled onto her side, running a hand down Jon’s chest.  “I could always get one of the spare uniforms we have in storage if you really want to teach me a lesson.” She teased, clearly amused by how reluctant Jon was to admit how it make him react. 

Jon nodded yes to his girlfriend, at the same time eager to indulge in at least some of the filth that inhabited his brain… and worried that they might be going through a door that he should have kept closed….

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               Jon had found his way onto the team bus, it had been a long day.  One of those school events where it was football(with the cheer team), and the marching band, who still had an event left to do.  But he didn’t have anything to do until it was time to gather up everybody and depart, so the bus was deserted (and technically off limits for the students).

               So it was a perfect place for Jon to get a catnap, and he found a good spot in the back, stretched out across the seat, and found himself passing out rapidly.  And it was rare that he dreamed (or perhaps rare that he remembered his dreams), but dream he did, and remember it… of course.  A lewd fantasy, of women whispering in his ear… what they said he could never quite catch, but he knew it was filthy.  The voices changing, from Val saying some of her naughtier things, to a younger voice husking in his ear…. Sansa.  His red-headed succubus, who thankfully had only occupied his occasional fantasies, the ride home being a week and a half prior… she hadn’t overtly tempted him since then.

               But his brain was in overdrive, the filthy whisperings in his ear transitioning to the feeling of a mouth on his cock, working him slowly… an experienced blowjob, not in a hurry and confident they could make him cum.  He couldn’t look down in his dream, but what little was in his field of view was that it wasn’t a blonde head bobbing on him so confidently… it was a redhead.  And even in his dream, the heady mixture of lust and guilt slammed into him.  He *wanted* this.  In the dream he could admit this, that he wanted to see how well Sansa could pleasure him.  He shouldn’t, he should go to hell for even thinking it, but he couldn’t lie to himself.  A groan came up out of his throat with words… “Oh… fuck.  Sansa…”  And at those words, it felt like the blowjob got even better… more enthusiastic.  And then his eyes snapped open, and Jon realized that his dream was not quite a dream.

               Sansa was kneeling on the bus seat opposite, holding herself up with one hand while the other was on his cock, her fingers wrapped around his length as she plunged her mouth down, twisting slightly.  “Oh, fuck.  Sansa.  You can’t be doing this!” Jon protested, his voice wavering as she did things to him, her mouth breaking off from him, a little trail of saliva connecting his cockhead to her lip for a moment.

               “I want to… and I owed you for giving me that ride. “Sansa said in a breathy voice, before her mouth went around him again, deeper this time, making Jon’s eyes roll back slightly.. she really was very good at this, as much as he hated himself for thinking this.  “This isn’t right, Sansa.  You’re a student, and I’m your teacher.  Gods…” Jon protested, wishing his voice wasn’t wavering so much as she sucked him.

               “Its what you wanted, *sir*.   And… its not like you’re stopping me, either.” Sansa teased him a bit with her lips, before taking up a slow, steady rhythm… her lips slurping his cock, her hand stroking the part she couldn’t reach… he couldn’t tell how long she had been at this, but the pleasant ache in his balls said it had been at least a few minutes.  He had his hands scrabbling along the bus seats, trying to find some safe place to put them… and trying not to give into his urge to card them through her hair.   She was a vision, her long red hair slightly touseled as she bobbed, mercifully blocking him seeing where her mouth met his cock for the most part, her arms bare in her cheer top, one arm working in time with her mouth… the other out of sight, but some little hyper aware part of his mind noticed that the muscles of her arm were tensing and relaxing… like she was doing something with her other hand… and as his hips surged at the thought, she gagged slightly, his cockhead hitting the back of her throat, making her back off for a moment, coughing slightly.   She kept her one hand busy on his slick cock, biting her lip once she caught her breath.  “I’m soaking through my cheer panties, sir.  I’ve wanted to do something like this for a while now, and its exciting me.” She didn’t give Jon a chance to reply, plunging her mouth down again, moving her head to get the right angle, determined to show him that she could do anything he desired, gagging softly as it slipped down her throat an inch or two… she was able to hold back for a moment before coughing and pulling off him again. 

“Sansa… you don’t…” Jon said before being cut off.  “Ms Wylde can, right?  I want to learn, and I want to get better…” Sansa’s trademark little knowing smirk crossed her lips…. Lips that were shining in the dim light from the moisture from her mouth and his cock.  “Practice makes perfect… and I think I’ll need my teacher to let me practice often, don’ t you think?”  She slid him back into her mouth, moaning slightly, not taking him deeper, but working him aggressively… eagerly.  And it was her eagerness that roused Jon the most… and gave him the most shame.  That a beautiful girl like her wanted to suck his cock this badly, this eagerly… and that it was so risky, so dangerous made it even more intense.  That a fifteen-year-old girl was sucking him off so shamelessly, so eagerly… it drove him over the edge, his cock bloating in her mouth, only a strangled “Sansa!” coming out of his throat as a warning to her as he came.

She quite nearly was able to handle it, swallowing his cum in gulps, the erratic thrusts Jon was making giving her enough time between them to gulp the first two, the last big one just a little too much, a slight cough escaped her as she desperately tried to do her best to not stop… her experience with classmates and a few older men had taught her enough about how important the moments after climax were… she gently sucked him, a bit of his cum leaking out of the side of her mouth, starting to run down her chin and long neck… she looked up at him, gently sucking on his tip, enjoying the little muscular shocks his body was doing as she drew out his orgasm.  Once she was satisfied, she gave his cockhead one last little suck, before pulling off him, smirking at the little *pop* noise it made.  She honestly wanted to curl up next to him, feeling kittenish after what they had done.  Wanted him to take her in those arms, maybe explore her body too… but she didn’t want to be missed anymore than she already was… she had played with some older men, but never a teacher before now. 

“Sir, if you wanted to make me messy… just say so next time.”  Sansa teased, running a finger to gather up the cum that had spilled out, cleaning off her finger in her mouth.  “You can cum anywhere you want with me, you know.  Keep that in mind.” She wanted to lean over and kiss his mouth, but she didn’t know how he felt about that after what she had done… so after she stood up, smoothing down her cheer uniform, she bent at the waist to give his cock a flirty, impish kiss, before blowing another kiss to him, and sauntering off the bus, leaving Jon to remember to get his pants back in working order, and try to figure out what he was supposed to do now.