Willoughby Blake Imagines

Yes Miss

I sat bored out of my mind in history class, mostly just stareing out of the window to the vast open fields of slaughter till the bell rang so I jumped from my seat and pushed everything in my bag, being the first out the room and rushing off to my next class, Latin...
I used to hate Latin class, no point to learning some boring dead language but, I found a good reason to learn.

I sat the front of class right at the middle desk making sure I looked nice and had my books and homework from last night done perfect, sitting nicely waiting for class today start
"Your here early Mr Blake" her voice said I looked up and saw her sat at her desk in her beautiful black and white dress, it hung to her knees revealing a peak of her black Stockings rim, her chest far to big for it her tits almost popping out the top of the dress her make up beautiful and perfect, her hair as wonderful as ever. I never wanted to stop looking luckily class hasn't even got here yet so I've got my full hour of stareing To do
"I had little else to do"I lied
"Your always her first" she smiled getting up coming over to my desk and gently playing with my hair, I blushed hard as she did looking at my desk she moved her hand down slipping across my cheek her sofa lavender scented skin making me relax nuzzling into her hand like a cat she laughed before taking my homework and leaning on her desk with her little green pen she looked at me and I blushed more wanting her hand back on me again, she worked marking it and she laughs "well done, 87 out of 99 not bad Mr Blake" she laughs handing me the sheet back I smiled and as she did I handed her the paper from my pocket the note I wrote for her,
'Curuis e puella pulchra, it ignoscat mihi, obsecro hebdomades errorem novissima mea sordida male supelectilem Ryan Formosa comas. Adesse the atque etiam rogo. Si in hac nocte boathouse liberos tuos, et desideres sis Tu, Donna mea cupio'
In Latin of course, she won't read anything I write to her unless I do it in Latin, roughly providing I did it right
' beautiful curvaceous mistress, I beg your forgiveness for last week's mistake, my sick dirty seed in your beautiful hair. And I beg of you for us to meet again. Tonight by the boathouse if you're free, please I crave you, I desire you my mistress' atleast I hope it does
She laughed a little
"What on earth is this Mr Blake?" She asks
"What's wrong?" I asked confused
"Show me your work" she laughs so I got my notebook and showed her my translation and what I had wrote in English "Aww Willoughby, it's all wrong" she laughs handing me it all back "half seven by the boathouse good for you?" She asks
"Yes Miss" I smiled
"Good, bring a condom this time" she winked.