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Be my teacher

Was her caption.
So concise. A model student.
I had tried to avoid gawking at her stunning breasts all semester. She sat in the front row, poised and attentive, eyes like sapphires, 18. I was 22. It was my first semester teaching high school English. I knew better than to obsess over my star student.
And yet I did.
It all started the day before during my lecture on The Scarlet Letter. She was particularly magnetic; low cut shirt, poised and innocent. As I described Hester’s adultery my eyes unintentionally molested her cleavage, her lips, her mellow gaze. I scolded myself then returned to discretely admiring her irresistible body…slowly undressing her in my mind. Perhaps it was the way she held herself, or how she engaged herself in my words…swooning over every syllable like a precious treasure. Or perhaps I was flattering myself…I had to be.
But she grew more responsive as the lecture advanced. We somehow locked eyes during “together in sin and damnation.” She smiled calmly. “Burning in fire and brimstone” brought her lower lip beneath her teeth, bouncing back in a subtle but clear statement. It was the first time her eyes told me to fuck her, and the first time I had to refuse. I remained lucid and the lecture continued unabated.
She could have been merciful, but she was not, discretely caressing the base of her neck…slowly twirling a lock of hair between her fingers. Her chest heaved slightly as I described the risk of the scandal…the danger. Her body was body rife with arousal, in my mind, at least. The rest of the class was mentally absent, as usual, and oblivious as I watched her hand move to her though, then inch slowly inward.
The desk obstructed the view, but I imagined her hand between her legs, discretely loving herself through the thin fabric of her yoga pants. I extended my lecture to emphasize some key points, and to observe her as she grew increasingly distant, then vacant. I couldn’t be sure if her eyes rolled back, her eyelids quivering. She noticed the bulge in my pants as I stood in front of her desk, and I turned away, taking a seat at my desk in front of the classroom.
I dismissed the class and passively asked Diane to stay after. I shuffled through some paperwork and when I looked up her hands were folded on her desk. She looked at me alertly, properly.
I paused, wondering for a moment if I had imagined it all.
“Diane, I know you are already familiar with this story, and well ahead of the class.”
She nodded.
“Would you like the opportunity to earn some extra credit?”
She nodded, a bit more slowly.
“Diane, I want to make sure you are sufficiently challenged, so I am not going to propose a specific assignment. Please choose your own assignment…one you consider a challenge. Be brave. Seek the truth. Don’t be afraid to demand much of yourself. You have a lot of potential, and I want to help you succeed. Your first assignment is to tell me what I can do to help you achieve. Do you understand?”
She nodded once more and left the classroom.

1 month ago
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come get me

She knew I wouldn’t. She knew I couldn’t. I was a million miles away, as always. Our work schedules assured we would be on opposite sides of the globe. She knew that, and indulged in tormenting me.
Before I left she was standing behind me in the crowded elevator. We had hardly spoken, but there was some strange connection, and I felt I should say goodbye. Just before I turned to speak I felt her hand glide into my pants pocket. I paused as her fingers moved deeper, then deeper…and then I felt her middle finger softly against my shaft, slowly stroking back and forth. Time stopped, and my bewildered stall granted her access as she wrapped her fingers around, pressing it against my leg, sliding over its length. And then, as smoothly as she began, she retreated, and the door opened. I sauntered out and considered walking straight ahead, pretending as if nothing had happened, but I had to turn, and did just enough to see her eyes. Fucking me. Right there. And the door closed.
I caught my flight and finally flopped down on the hotel bed that evening. She had been with me for thousands of miles. I reached to empty my pockets when I found her message. It was a tiny piece of paper torn from printer paper: “Come get me.” And then, her URL…
And so I began to know her…the contour of her body, the shape of her hair, the lovely way her breasts hung as she held her elbows over her head. I observed the images that excited her, and sent her a note. She responded by saying she had already found my blog. She had already perused my desires in all their twisted perversion. She told me I helped make her come…that I made her wet at the office as she watched my presentations. I had no idea. She became an obsession as I imagined the dirty things I wanted to do to her. I wanted to taste her lips as I placed my had between her legs. I wanted to look into her eyes as I coaxed her pussy over her lace panties. I wanted to squeeze her breasts and breathe awful things into her hear as I entered her. I wanted to use her body, every part, until there was nothing left…to thrust into her until we pant in crazed exhaustion…knowing we have spent more than either of us has alone…
And I told her these things, just as she wanted, and indulged in them greedily. She further indulged in the fact she knew what she could do to me, in all her sincerity. But, I felt as though she milked me for my words, and although I could not resist, it became intolerable. My hand belonged on her warm flesh. My lips belonged against hers, which is why I was there…in the same hotel. I read the words…
“Come get me”
I Read them over and over, and assaulted the accompanying picture of her alluring figure…it was aching for me…my words, but they would not come. Then I saw her second picture of the night against the wall…hand between her legs. My cock was growing hard and my chest was already pounding. I walked across the hall and knocked on her door.
Some moments passed and she opened cautiously.
Through the crack I returned the eyes I saw from the elevator, and then the door slammed shut. I felt as though I should have held it with my foot. I could think of nothing else…I needed her. Right then. And seeing her was too much. I approached the door and was about to pound again when I heard the handle turn, then, slowly creak open.
There she was, stepping slowly backwards as I entered. I held the door handle at my back and gently closed it, unable to take my eyes off her. She was nude, and beautiful. It was stunning to see her body for the first time, although I had studied it so thoroughly. Her eyes were not fucking me…they were knowing eyes. They were eyes begging to tell me something, but it was something I already knew. Her arms were by her side and legs were straight. I loosened my tie as I watched her finger move over her belly and between her breasts. I unbuttoned my shirt, and continued to marvel over her every inch, knowing her desire…I could almost hear the words “take me how you want…don’t hold back…fuck me like you need to fuck me.” I reveled that we had never touched…that she was mine…and I would take her how I pleased.
I removed my shirt, letting it fall to the floor, and walked toward her. I watched her move her elbows over her head, as in the photo she had posted. I stood immediately in front of her and placed my hand in front of her, as if I would place it on her breast. But I did not, and let it move slowly higher, and our eyes locked again as she bit her lower lip. I moved my index finger almost to her chin, and then to her lips, so I could feel her breath. So close, and then her lips accepted my finger, and she closed her eyes as she allowed it to enter, surrounding it in a sublime embrace. My pants fell to the floor as I felt her hand sliding up my semi-erect cock. I slowly withdrew my finger then moved my hand over her cheek and to her neck as I moved forward to press my lips against her ear. She was breathing heavily, and I whispered softly: “Do you feel my hand moving down your arm? Over your breast and then your belly? Do you feel it caress your waist…your ass? Do you feel it moving between your legs? It’s moving toward your pussy now, isn’t it? It feels good, doesn’t it?” By now I was fully erect and could feel her hand around it firmly, stroking, naturally. “You feel my hand against your hot pussy. You feel my finger gliding in…so softly…so gently. And now it’s moving in gentle circles between your wet, swollen lips.” You’ve removed my cock from my boxers. It feels so hard. “I’m feeling your pussy because when it’s wet enough I’m going to use it. I’m going to push you onto the bed, and I’m going to feel your legs on either side of my waist. I’m going to wrap my right arm around your back and position your body beneath me, in perfect alignment. Then, you will feel my lips engage yours, and at that moment, you will feel my hard cock push into you. Do you understand?”
You hesitate for a moment, and then nod. I push my finger inside you, and collect your wetness. It covers my finger, and then I elevate it to my lips. It’s decadent flavor covers them, and I know you are ready…so ready. I look into your eyes as I advance, and you walk backwards, the back of your legs reaching the mattress…

10 months ago
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