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“Good luck on your first day!” said the slightly overweight principal, after walking me to the classroom. Eighth grade history. History was my specialty, but I wasn’t excited about working with a bunch of incompetent middle school children.
“Yeah, thanks, Mr. Monroe…” I muttered back, walking into the classroom. I scanned the room disgustedly for probably the millionth time since summer. I wrote my name in large letters on the board, using my neatest lettering. I returned to my desk in front of the room.
A bell rang, and students started wandering their way into my room. I watched them as they walked in, friends choosing seats near each other. I made snide remarks in my head about each one of them. Then she walked in.
She was a pretty girl, though she hid her face behind a little too much make up. Her brown hair fell over here eyes, hiding her features even further. Her clothes were dark, and she sat near the door, not really associating with anyone else in the classroom.
Before I knew it, I was staring into space, imagining this girl walking up and flirting with me. That soon resulted in the imagery of reaching up her skirt and grabbing her nice round ass. Her breasts coming out her low cut shirt and pressing against my chest… Gods, what was I thinking? She’s a little fourteen-year-old girl, I had to tell myself.
Another bell rang, and it was time to start class.
“Hi students… My name is Mr. Jekyll” I pointed to my name on the board. “I have a doctrine in history, so I know this stuff pretty well…”
I was relieved when the bell rang for my last class of the day. I took a scenic route leaving campus, making sure to avoid the principal. I didn’t feel like going though having the over-bearing man poke and prod about my first day.
As I maneuvered to my aging Honda, a young blonde English teacher smiled in my direction. “She’s no fourteen year old” I joked to myself, mentally. I stepped into my car, and drove towards my apartment, with teaching strategy on my mind. But when I was stuck at a red light, she popped into my head.
I found out, through taking attendance, her name: Lisa Banks. Miss Banks. Take off your shirt, Miss Banks. Why? Because I’m the teacher, and you are my pupil. You do as I say. Now lift up your skirt…
By the time I got into my home, I had a massive erection swelling in my pants. I rushed to my bed, where I immediately took myself into my hand.
I tried to think clean thoughts. Well, by clean I mean non-pedophilic. I tried imagining ex-girlfriends, super models, extremely hot (though faceless) woman wanting nothing but sex, but to little avail. She kept crawling back in my mind. Finally, I gave in and her breasts spilled over my face.
After I finished, I was sitting at the edge of my bed. I felt corrupt…but not quite wrong. Some sort of pleasure was found in this affair in my head. The wrongness of it all… the fantasy…Do all teachers have fantasies like this?
These sessions went on for several weeks in my head. I had a whole storyline developing that involved me constantly giving detentions…and each time fucking her brains out. The very brains I was paid to educate! It was like our little secret…except, in real life, I was the only one that knew. And, gods, I had to keep these fantasies to myself. My career was on the line.
And then it happened. It was a day in class, and Lisa and another girl were talking during class. It didn’t really bother me much, but a teacher must keep order…
“Miss Banks, detention!” I said, just like in my fantasies, my wretched fantasies. Oh, no! I slipped! Did she notice the sexuality in that? My darkest desires, EXPOSED! In front of a classroom of eighth graders!
“Ok…” She said, a little down trodden. Perhaps she hadn’t picked up on my innuendo. I scanned the classroom. None of them seemed to be on to me. Maybe I’m just paranoid, I thought to myself.
“Saturday…” I said to her, in a lower tone. She nodded her head, and looked away. I knew that was not a fair punishment… I was letting the fantasy control me. For the new few days, I waited for her to tell someone about my wickedness, my vileness, and have them confront me about it. Maybe I’d just come off as a strict teacher, not a horny pervert…
That encounter never came. Around noon on Saturday, she walked into my classroom, letting the door close behind her. She sat in her usual desk, and after several minutes in the warm room, removed her jacket. Did she mean to show off her cleavage like that?
“Just do homework or something…” I told her, not sure really what to do with her in my classroom, alone. I sat at my desk, running through papers with a red pen, and organizing and reorganizing things on my desk. I knew it didn’t matter; it would all end up a mess again sooner or later.
“Mr. Jekyll?” She called me. “Could you help me with this?”
Keep your cool, I told myself. She’s just asking for assistance. No, not THAT kind of assistance, you sick pervert.
I wheeled my chair over to her, and looked at her paper. As she pointed out the question she was having trouble with, I lost attention. At the angle I was at, I almost see her nipple. Then I noticed how short her skirt was, and how wonderful her legs were when I got closer.
Before she even finished asking her question, an erection was standing up in my pants. I was too afraid to adjust and hide it, because she would probably notice. I leaned over her desk, to try to cover it as well as I could. I had her repeat the question, actually listening this time.
After I talked her through the problem, she wrote in the answer, and placed her pencil down. I leaned back in my chair, though my cock was still hard. She asked me to stick around and help her with her homework more. I didn’t mind being around her, though I knew it was dangerous.
After a few more minutes, she shifted her desk slightly. Her pencil, presently at rest, started to roll. Before I had the chance to really acknowledge which way the pencil was rolling, it was near the edge of her desk. Too afraid to move, I tried to will the writing implement to a halt with my mind. It slowed as it reached the very edge, and with a moment of hesitation, proceeded to fall on my leg.
“I got it” she said. My heart raced. I was paralyzed. I saw her hand reach for the pencil, and before I saw it, I FELT her hand brush against my penis. Exposed! Truly exposed this time! The surprised look on her face told me she had noticed it. No doubt at all.
I hid my blushing face in my hands, and started apologizing. When I left the protection of the darkness of my palms, her expression wasn’t of disgust, as I had expected it to be. It was more of an interested look. I felt her hand creep towards the pencil…or was she going for my penis? Oh gods…
I felt her fingertips against my member. I couldn’t breath, and maybe she couldn’t either. She didn’t move her hand for a moment.
“No…” I finally said. Well, that’s what my mouth said. My head was shouting out something entirely different. Apologies spewed from between my lips again, as I started to back away. The look on her face, she seemed confused.
“How about you leave early, ok? You can go home, and forget I ever gave you detention. In fact, forget about today altogether.” She nodded, her eyes clinging to the ground. She grabbed her backpack and slowly wandered towards the door.
Gods, those gorgeous legs… was I really letting them walk out the door? Of course I was. I had spent too many years in college for this career, just to waste it all on some little girl. She was too young for me, anyway. Why couldn’t I stop staring at her ass?
“You don’t have to leave if you don’t want to, though…” Now my mind was talking, and it was taking my voice down with it. I had stopped us both in our tracks.
She shambled back to the desk, and put her bag back on the ground. We both stood there for moments, almost making eye contact. Then, gods, she did it.
It wasn’t just that she did it; it was…the manner in which she did it. One second, she stood there as an innocent, nervous little girl, another second she was a shirtless, nervous little girl. She looked even more confused than before. I couldn’t just let her stand there, confused and lost. I’d feel guilty.
A mental blur, and I had my arms around her, kissing her. By the time I realized what I was really doing, it was too late; I was enjoying it too much. I tried to move my head back, but her lips caught up. I yielded to the seduction of her mouth, and those adorable little noises she made while she kissed me.
Before long, I was sitting in my chair with Lisa crouching over me. I felt her hand run up my leg, and I knew she wasn’t reaching for a pencil this time. Her graceful fingers unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, I could feel her five little beauties groping for my penis. She pulled my erection out through my boxers, and ran her fingers along it.
My hand sailed up her smooth leg, lifting up her skirt, and her tight black panties came into view. By this time, we had stopped kissing, distracted by what was going on lower down. Our lips remained touching, breathing in each other’s mouth.
She moved my cock against her underwear. I could feel the moisture seeping through. She started to slowly and gently hump against my penis. I felt her breath grow heavier, as her underwear started to make its way down her thigh.
“I don’t want to make you pregnant or anything” I told her. A student pregnant because of me; that was the last thing I wanted. Worse yet, what if she had some sort of venereal disease? An index finger and thumb disappeared in a bra cup, and returned with a small square. She handed it to me, and I unwrapped the condom. Carefully, I rolled it over my swollen penis.
“What else do you have in there?” I asked, fixing my gaze on her bra, and that amazing cleavage.
“My breasts…” she said, in a timid, quite voice.
“May I see them?” I asked, trying to sound almost gentlemanlike. I didn’t want to push her into anything…
She nodded. She was now at a position where she was a little higher than me, and my eyes were level with her chin. Her lips were stern and tense, as she reached behind and unclasped her bra.
Her breasts came into sight, large, young and perky. I grinned, and then she smiled too. Her fingers set lightly on the back of my head, and she pushed slightly into the breasts she was now pressing into my face. Her hips moved, and she slid my penis into her.
She moved her waist closer to mine, taking me in further. Her grip tightened. She started shifting her waist in a back and forth motion. Her chest rose and fell and she smothered my face with her breasts as she rode me.
Though she couldn’t see it, I smiled when she made the cute noises, like I had heard when we kissed. They were more intense now, and accompanied by moans and grunts. I grabbed her ass, and pushed her back and forth faster.
I felt her muscles tighten, and she clutched my head as she had her orgasm. After I climaxed, she removed me from inside her. She turned around, and sat on my lap, still topless. I reached around, and massaged her breasts as she laid her head back, and let out little sighs.
After a quarter hour or so, she clothed her upper body again, and slid her panties back up. I placed the condom and its wrapper in a paper towel, and pocketed it, knowing better than to leave it in the classroom trashcan.
“How are you getting home?” I asked, hoping she would infer that it was about time she should leave.
“I walk” she told me, adjusting her breasts inside her shirt. As she did so, her shirt raised, exposing her belly button.
“I’ll give you a ride”
She left the room thirty seconds before I did, in case anyone was at school. We didn’t want them to see us leave together. An unnecessary safety precaution, I know, but I didn’t feel like immediately regretting anything. I met her at my car, where I had directed her to. When I was sure no one was watching, I opened the passenger door for her.
I turned on the engine, and headed out of the parking lot. She began giving me directions to her home.
“So…this is out little secret, ok? This could get me fired in a second.” I told her.
“Yeah, secret. Ok.” She responded.
My eyes were on the road, but my thoughts weren’t. Amazingly, truly shockingly, I just had sex with that girl sitting next to me; that precious little creature. It wasn’t quite the “fucking” that went on in my head, but it was much more creative and enticing.
“Gods, I can’t believe I actually did this…” I vocalized after a few minutes of being navigated through residential area.
“Yeah. It was nice though…” She let out a small laugh, and told me to turn left.
“No kidding, Felt great.” I smiled. She blushed, and let out a nervous giggle. For some reason, she seemed incredibly attractive and tempting at that moment. She instructed me to go straight until I hit a stop sign.
“Really? I’m a virgin… Or, well, I was…” her eyes diverted to an air conditioning vent. Well, I didn’t really expect her to be otherwise. But, having her bring it up caused her to seem even more like a sweet little animal, trapped in the headlights of my lust. At least I was certain that she was STD-free.
“Oh…I’m sorry for taking that from you.” My pointed index finger flipped from left to right as I approached the red octagon.
“It’s ok. I loved it. You should give me detention more often…” she indicated towards the left.
I got to the street she lived on. I decided, to remain overly-cautious, that I shouldn’t drop her off in front of her house. I stopped two blocks down.
“Goodbye…Remember, secret” I told her as a farewell. She responded with an “Mmhmm.” She opened the door, and then looked at me. We made eye contact, and after an uncertain hesitation, we kissed. She closed the door.
“You need to get home” I told her, between embraces of her soft lips.
“I know. In a minute” she responded, kissing me hard.
Eventually, she stepped out of the car, leaving me a departing kiss. I watched her walk to her door, and then drove away towards my apartment. I had a mindful to sort through, and an erection creeping up my stomach to take care of.
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Fantasy and Reality
Posted Sep 28, 2008
I liked all the fantasies he has about Lisa, and how he is attracted to her from the first moment he sees her. Their forbidden love making is sensual and erotic. I like Lisa's nervousness and tension even when she appears to take the iniative. This is quite well written.
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