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It was four months until the end of my senior year, and I had struggled all year to keep my moderate grade average up. I really loved all my teachers, but one made me furious. Mr. Davis was always writing comments on my exams about how I should know this, correcting all my spelling errors with bright red ink on my essays, and he would make comments to me while handing back my test like, “You need to study Miss McCall.” No matter how hard I tried, I could never be good enough. I needed to pull this grade up if I had any chance of getting into the college of my choice.

I was set to take the SAT’s in a couple of weeks, and my stress levels were to the max. I really needed to do something extreme.

I decided that I needed to approach Mr. Davis, and see if he’d work with me to help pull my grades up. Maybe he could even give me some extra credit assignments, or better yet, help me in the areas where I was weakest after school. I entered the chemistry lab, and found him leaned over his desk grading our latest pop quizzes. I know I’m going to bomb on that one, cause I spent the better part of last night studying for my history exam this morning, instead.

“Mr. Davis, can I have a moment of your time please?” He was startled as I spoke, and when he looked up at me, he was almost shocked to see me there.

“Oh, Miss McCall, I didn’t hear you come in. Sure, what can I do for you?” He motioned with his hand to have a seat in one of the student desk in front of him, but I ignored it and walked right up to stand in front of him.

“Mr. Davis, I have been struggling with my grades in this class. I have A’s in all of my other classes, but I can’t seem to get my grade above a C in yours. I really need to pull my grade up if I have any hopes of getting in a great college, and I’m asking if you’ll help me. I can do extra assignments, or if you’ll help tutor me after school, I’d really appreciate it. Please, Mr. Davis? I’ll do anything.” I sat down on the corner of his desk, and I could see he was uncomfortable having me so close to him.

“Mr. Davis, I promise not to waste your time. I’ll even help straighten the classroom, and put lab equipment away in return for your time. Please?”

He leaned back in his chair, and seemed to consider the idea. I stood back up, and straighten my skirt. Looking in his eyes for any signs of hope. I could hear the audible sign escape his lips, and he lean forward again picking up a piece of paper and pen.

He started writing down something, and said, “This is my phone number, and the address to my workshop in town. I sometimes do classes during the summer, or on weekends for college students.” He handed me the paper, “If for some reason you can’t show up for our sessions, call me and save me a drive across town. Come back here after school tomorrow and help me pick up, and I’ll meet you there at 5:30.” He turned back toward the quizzes on his desk, dismissing me. I was too excited to just leave quietly as he had hoped. I let out a yelp, and grabbed him around the neck, and gave him a quick hug, and spontaneously gave him a quick kiss on his cheek, before I skipped out of the room. If I had bothered to turn around, I would have caught his flush face, and his eyes watching my skirt fly up and down as I was skipping out of the room. I was wearing a thong that day, so I’m sure he got a good look at my shapely buns.

My math class seemed to take forever the next day. I looked up at the clock again, 2:45. Will this day never end? I told my mom that I was going to the library after school to study with a group of friends because I knew she have a hissy fit if I told her I’d be alone with one of my teachers. I had to pull this grade up, and I couldn’t allow her to step in and ruin my future, and technically speaking, I was studying. The bell finally rang, and I gathered my books up, and ran to my locker. I grabbed my chemistry book, and headed toward the science lab. He was sitting right where I had left him in fifth period. Did the man ever get out from behind his desk?

He looked up as I entered this time, and immediately motion me to pick books up off the desk. “Start with those, and then gather up the beakers from the lab tables, and wash them out at the sink. Make sure you pour the liquids out carefully into the water stream at the sink like I taught you.”

I nodded, and sat my things down, and went to work. The silence in the room was comforting after all the noise my fellow students made leaving school that Friday. After I had stacked the books on the bookshelf, I gathered up three of the beakers in my arms and make my way toward the sink. He saw me coming towards the sink with all three, and jumped up to stop me.

“Don’t you know anything! Only handle one at a time please! These beakers hold chemicals that could burn holes into your skin.”

He reached over and grabbed two of them, accidentally brushing his hand against my breast. He froze when he did, and then clearing his throat, he turned to sit the beakers easily onto the countertop near the sink. When he turned back to me, he could see the tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

“Please, just be careful,” he said in frustration. He turned back toward his desk and sat down, and grunted as he scooted his chair back under it. He didn’t look at me again.

I quickly wiped my eyes, and went back to work on the beakers taking my time pouring the liquids out into the cool water spilling into the sink. Once I had finished the last of them, I grabbed a wet wash cloth from behind the sink and wiped down the tables. Today I wore my fitted jeans, and a tank top with a bra built in. As I leaned over the tables I could see my cleavage showing more and more, and my tank top had risen up so that my belly button was exposed. Since my hands were soaking wet from the wash cloth, I couldn’t straighten my shirt without getting it wet. I walked toward the sink to rinse it out, and stopped when I notice Mr. Davis starring at my chest. Something fluttered in my tummy, and for the first time ever, I could feel myself getting wet.

I was an average looking girl, and because I spent so much time studying, I never had time for a boyfriend. I promised myself that I would go to college before I let boys become a diversion. This feeling was overwhelming, and I was kind of flattered, and even confused that my teacher would look at me that way. He didn’t say a word as he watch me walk over to sink and rinse the cloth out and fold it neatly next to the sink. I grabbed a paper towel, and wiped my hands off.

“I’m done Mr. Davis, is there anything else you need me to do?” I asked, as I was turning back around.

He was packing up briefcase, and he didn’t even bother to look up when he said, “No, that will be all. I’ll see you tonight.”

I straighten my shirt and walked over to where my things sat. I gathered my book and my knapsack, and headed out the door without looking back. I can’t believe I not only let him feel my breast, but gave him a broads eye view of my cleavage, and belly. This was Mr. Davis for god sake, and I’m acting like a little Lolita.

I walked into the old building that was Mr. Davis’s workshop right at 5:28. I knew he was there, because his Ford Bronco was parked outside. I stopped on the way, to pick up something to eat, and tried to calm down after acting so badly this afternoon. He probably thinks I’m such a idiot. I found him standing at the window of one of his rooms facing me. There wasn’t a desk in this room, just a long table and some chairs.

“Hi again!” I said smiling, hoping to ease some of the tension.

“Hi M.J., come on in and have a seat.” He motion toward the table, and walked over quickly to pulled a chair out for me. We sat side by side, and he pulled a folder out of his briefcase. “I figured we’d start with some formula conversions, since on your last pop quiz you missed about every one.” I groaned because he had noticed.

“I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong. I set up the equation, and somewhere down the line I mess it up.” He put the paper in front of me, and we work diligently through the problems. I was surprised that he was so patient with me. I finally sat back satisfied that I had finally figured it out.

He grinned over at me, “See? It’s not that hard once you get the hang of it. We’ll work on quantum theories now. He reached back over into his briefcase, and pulled out another folder. My mouth went dry as I watch the muscles in his back ripple as he moved.

“Do you work out Mr. Davis?” Where the hell did that question come from?

He turned back to me with a question in his eyes, “Yeah, when I get the time. I play tennis mostly. Why do you ask?”

I couldn’t help myself. I reached over and ran my hand down his back. “I just noticed how in shape you are for your…uh, age.”

I could hear him suck in his breath as my hand traveled down his spine. “You really shouldn’t do things like that, or say THINGS like that to me M.J.” He stood up, and backed away. “Maybe, we better save this for tomorrow. It’s 8:00 now. You better go home.”

He reached over and picked up the folders, and crammed them into his briefcase. “Why don’t we meet here tomorrow at the same time? Your parents won’t care if you’re here right?”

I stood up, and pulled my car keys from my pocket and lied. “Oh no, I live with my mom, and she knows I need to pull my grade up. She won’t care. I’ll be here tomorrow.” I blush slightly, “I’m really sorry Mr. Davis, I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m just really nervous I guess, and I tend to say things out of place.”

He looked me in the eyes to see whether or not I was telling the truth, and nodded, “It’s okay M.J. Just remember I’m still your teacher, and I’m just here to help you with your grade.” I blushed, and turned and started for the door.

“Wait! I’ll walk you to your car. This isn’t the best neighborhood, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He ran up beside me, and we quietly walked out. I waited for him to lock the doors, and he walked me over to my car. “Drive safely,” he said as he closed my car door. He stood there and watch me drive off.

That night my dreams were filled with thoughts of Mr. Davis, doing things to me that I so desperately wanted him to do. I laid there in bed touching myself, making my pussy hot and wet. I wanted him.

I got up the next morning feeling slightly faint. I made myself cum so many times, I barely had enough energy to stand. I ate a hearty breakfast, and went about doing my household choirs. Five o’clock couldn’t come soon enough. I showered and changed into my pink plaid short skirt, and put on a buttoned-up white blouse. It looked really cute on me, and I had pink flats to go with it. I fluffed up my hair, so that my curls tumbled down my back. I told mom bye, and drove into town. He’s car was already there as usual. I doubt he was ever late for anything. I walked into the classroom, and on the long table sat several beakers, and test tubes. Five dark bottles of liquids and powders sat on the end. I guess we are doing an experiment today. I always loved doing those. I grin ear to ear as he walk through the door behind me. He was wearing khaki shorts, and a Hawaiian shirt. His hair was cut shorter, and was spiked up.

“You look more like a beach bum, than a chemistry teacher Mr. Davis.”

He laughed, “Do you like it? I had it cut today.”

I pretended to survey him with my finger against my lip.

“Hum, well let me see.” I walked around him, taking in the nice shapely butt he sported. As I faced him again, he was wearing a look of amusement. “Oh, yeah! You’re hot!” I said with all seriousness.

He laughed and turned me around to face the table he had set up. “Today Miss McCall, we will be doing a little experiment that will be mentioned on my final exam. You were absent that day, so you’ll need to do it.” I was very surprised he remembered this, and grateful that he was taking the time to allow me to perform it. He walked me through it, and I was ecstatic when the results turned out right for a change. My lab partner tended to bundle up our experiments goofing off.

“I can’t believed it worked. Finally, something I did right! Thanks Mr. Davis, I owe you.”

He nodded, “You’re welcome, M.J.”

We gathered up the material to put away, and I carried the beaker of solution over to the sink. I must have tripped, cause the next thing I knew, I had the solution all over my shirt. Mr. Davis didn’t hesitate. Before I knew what was happening, my shirt, bra, and skirt were off of me, and he had me standing in the emergency shower with cold water running down my near naked body. His hands rubbing all over my neck, breast, and stomach trying to get the solution off of me. I could feel a slight sting on my skin even against the cold water. When finally he was satisfied that the reaction was over, he turned the shower off and looked me in the eyes.

“Are you all right? Does it hurt?”

I shook my head, “It stings a little, but it’s better now.” I could feel my nipples hardened. I’m normally really shy, and by this time, I would have crossed my arms over my erect nipples, but I stood there with my arms at my side starring up at him. He glance down, and notice my perky nipples. I could see his clothes were also wet from the spray, and his Hawaiian shirt was plastered against his chest, outlining the muscles that I had guessed were under there.

Without thinking, I reached over and touch him. “Your shirts all wet. I’m so sorry Mr. Davis.”

He didn’t speak, he just stepped back and search the room for something to dry us off with. He spotted some in one of the cabinets, and walked over and grabbed a few. They were too small to wrap around me, but he took several, and began to dry me off. He started with my neck, and worked his way down. He kneeled down onto one knee and rubbed my legs dry, then slowly moved up. His head was level with my underwear, and when he glanced up, I could see the fire burning in them.

“You better take these off.”

When I just stood there in stun silence, he reached over and pulled them down for me. I stepped out of them as they fell around my feet, but still made no further movement to cover myself, or say anything. I just continued to look down at him. He didn’t move either. He was still on his knees in front of me, just staring at what makes me a woman. He looked back up at me, and let out a groan. He must have saw the lust in my eyes, because I felt his hands around my waist pulling me closer to him. His face brushed against my belly, and his breath warmed me.

“Tell me to stop. God please, M.J., tell me to stop.” My only answer was to run my fingers through his newly cut hair.

His breath quicken, and I felt the tiniest kisses on my belly. They slowly traveled downward, and I could feel my own heartbeat coming out of my chest. My hands tighten around his head as his breath touched the heart of me. When I felt the tip of his tongue taste me, I gasped and reacted by spreading my legs apart. He quickly took the opportunity to close his whole mouth onto me, drawing my clit into his mouth. I could barely stand from the shivers that was racking my body. I felt his fingers spread my lips apart, and his tongue gliding down my slit, and then deep inside of me.

“Oh god, you taste so good. I’ve been wanting to do this since you walked into my classroom yesterday afternoon.”

He felt my knees start to buckle, and he stood up and caught me. He carried me to an empty table, and sat me down on the edge. He wrapped his large hands around my head and tilted it back. He whispered, my name before he leaned down and kissed me. He tasted and teased my lips with his tongue, I gasped as he pulled me closer slipping his tongue into my mouth. I reach around and grabbed his head, pulling him closer still. My breast rubbed against his wet shirt and a chill ran down my spine. I reached up and undid his shirt one button at a time. When I had them all undone, I pushed the shirt off his shoulders and pressed my breast up against him. He groaned loudly, and bent his head down to take one of the pink nipples into his mouth. He nipped and sucked, until I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled his head back up and closed my lips over his. I could feel his fingers probing my pussy. He spread the lips apart, and slid one of his fingers up inside of me.

“Oh god, you’re so wet, so ready for me.”

My fingers went to his shorts, and made quick work at the button and zipper. I pulled both shorts and boxers off with one jerk. He stood erect and hard before me. I had seen pictures of penis’s in my biology book, but never had I imagine something would look so beautiful to me. I circled my hand around him, and he jerked in response. I held on, and lowered my head to him. I wanted to see what he taste like. My lips closed around his member, and he hands gripped my shoulder.

“M.J! Oh, god yes!” I sucked him all the way into my mouth, and slid my tongue around him, then pulled back and did it again. I could feel it quivering in my mouth, and a salty flavor teasing my tongue. He jerked back from me, and I could hear him breathing hard.

“I’m not ready to cum yet. Lie back.” I looked up into his flush face, and laid back against the cold table.

He dropped to his knees once more and took my clit into his mouth. I wiggled, and squirmed until I could feel an explosion inside of me.

“Oh my!” I gasped.

My body rocked against his lips, and when the shudder had past, he was standing once more over me. I felt him lift my legs, and I wrapped them around his waist as he scooted me back against him. I felt the head of his penis between my pussy’s lips, and it slowly slipped barely inside, and then back out again.

“Have you ever done this before?” He asked harshly. His eyes met mine, and I shook my head unable to say anything. “God, M.J. I wish I could stop, but I’m too far gone now. I have to have you.”

He eased in further, drawing a gasp from me. I could feel him pressing against the membrane of my virginity. He stopped there, and just held himself still trying to get control. He lean over and touch my breast. He pinched my nipples and rubbed them until they were hard again. I couldn’t tolerate the pressure, so I lifted my hips slightly. I could feel the membrane give way, and he groaned as he immediately slid further in.

“Oh god!” He pulled back, and slid in again, going even deeper. “You’re so tight! Am I hurting you?”

I moaned, “No. Oh please, I need…I need.” I couldn’t get it out, he felt so damn good.

I lifted my hips to meet each thrust, but it was difficult with him holding my legs. I slid myself down a little, and braced my feet against the edge of the table. I propelled my hips up even higher, and I felt him slide all the way in. He quickly pulled back, and pushed back in. His balls were bouncing on my ass, spanking me as he began pumping into me. I felt him growing inside me, and I tighten my muscle around him.

He cried out, “I’m going to cum, baby! Come with me!”

He pushed in one last time and stay there deep inside of me. I let out a scream of joy, as I felt a second explosion erupt inside of me. He grunted and cried out too, and I felt our juices flowing down my ass. He stayed still until his weak dick fell out of me. He pulled a chair under him, and sat down with a plop. Then reached over, and pulled me on top of him. He sat there holding me, running his hand up and down my body trying to warm me up.

“M.J., we have to somehow dry our clothes. It’s getting late, and your mom will be worried about you.” I let out a sign hoping to make the moment last longer, but he finally lifted my head and kissed me softly. “Come on, there’s a dryer in the basement.”

He stood up and set me aside. I wrapped my arms around my chest this time. I started shivering from the lack of his heat. We rung out clothes out in the shower basin, and headed to the basement. He put our clothes in the dryer, then pulled me up against him.

“Do you regret it?” He stared down into my eyes worried.

“No. I don’t regret it Mr. Davis. It was wonderful.” I smiled up at him with sleepy eyes. He brushed my hair out of my face, then pulled me into a bear hug.

“God M.J, you were wonderful, and under the circumstances, I think you should call me by my first name, Chris.”

I muffled out, “Yes Chris.”

He kissed me on top of my head, and we stood there wrapped in each others arms quietly, until the buzzer from the dryer went off. We put our clothes back on, and headed back up the stairs. I grabbed my keys and purse, and turned toward him awkwardly.

“Same time tomorrow?”

He couldn’t bring himself to say anything, so he just nodded, got me into my car, and watched me drive away.

Sunday morning I woke up sore all over. I was a happy though. I stretched like a cat and rolled out of bed. My chest was still pink from the chemical spill yesterday, and I cringed when I touch it. It felt like a really bad sunburn without the benefit of an after tan. I took a shower and put on my favorite pair of jeans and an old T-shirt. I couldn’t wait until this afternoon. My mom was off to yard sales this morning with her sister, so I snacked on some fruit and starred at the phone. I wanted to call him. I messed about in my room, picking up books, and making my bed. I could see the spot in the middle of the mattress from last nights dreams. I gave up to the urge, and went to call him.

“Hello?” His voice was still groggy from sleep, but he sounded so sexy to me.

“Hi Chris, it’s me.”

I listen for a response, but finally he said, “Hang on a moment.” I heard him shuffling around in the background, “Okay, I’m back. How are you feeling today?”

I smiled at his concern. “I’m still pretty sore. My chest is bright pink, but I think it will be okay.”

“You really should be more careful in the lab. That could have been a lot worse.”

“I know, but I couldn’t help it. I slipped. Thanks for taking care of me though.”

He was silent for a moment. “M.J. I’ve been thinking about what happened. I shouldn’t have done that. I can’t tell you how sorry I am for letting it get out of control. I just saw you standing there, and…I lost my head. There’s no excuse for it. You’re a minor, and I should be a responsible adult. We didn’t use protection, so you could be pregnant. I don’t think we should do it again. I really care about you, and want you to have a promising future, and a baby and a relationship with me would really mess that up for you, but know I’m here for you.”

I sat in stunned silence listening to him, and finally realizing what we did might not be a good thing.

“Umm, okay. I didn’t even think about it.” He let out a sigh of relief.

“Yeah, there is a lot for you to think about. I don’t think we should meet tonight. Maybe, you should take this time to think about what happened, and you let me know what you want to do. If you are pregnant, I want you to tell me.”

He hung up after a short goodbye, and I sat there with tears running down my face. I couldn’t believe I had been so stupid. The thoughts of being pregnant horrified me. I spent the day in deep depression, but one thought kept running in my head. I wouldn’t change a thing. Yesterday was just too damn special.

Monday morning came too fast, and I was nervous about facing him. The fifth period bell rang, and I entered the classroom. He was writing equations on the board, and I was glad that I didn’t have to face him. I sat in my regular seat, and watched as he finished up with the last problem. He turned then to face us.

“This week we will be reviewing what we’ve learn thus far. On the board are several equations that I want you to write down and solve. They will need to be turned in before the end of class. Mid terms are next Friday, so it will be a good idea if everyone studies hard this week. Okay, get to it.” He met my eyes briefly, and sat down at his desk.

He concentrated on grading the stack of papers at his desk, so I let out a breath, and started writing down my equations. I surprised myself by finishing first, but I wasn’t about to get up and turn it in…yet. I waited until the bell had rung, and slowly gathered up my things. I waited until everyone had left before picking up my assignment, and started walking toward his desk. He looked up, and our eyes met. I handed him my paper, and with one last long look, I turned and started walking toward the door.

“Miss McCall, are you coming by this afternoon? I may need help putting away some equipment?” I turned around to stare at him in confusion, but just nodded my head before I walked out the door.

My math class went by fast, and before I knew it, I was back inside the science lab.

“Shut the door.”

I saw him sitting at his desk watching me enter. I turned and shut the door, then walk over to the counter and set my knapsack down. He stood up and walked over to stand in front of me.

“Are you alright?”

I couldn’t stop the tears that started to run down my cheeks, so I shook my head, because I couldn’t answer. He reached over and drew me to him.

“Don’t cry sweetheart. It’s going to be okay.”

I wrapped my arms around him, and couldn’t help releasing the sob I was holding back. He just stood there and held me, and let me cry. I leaned back suddenly, and reach up to capture his lips. He didn’t push me away, instead he pulled me near, and feasted on my lips. My tears stopped flowing, and I started getting wet in an entirely different area. He stepped back suddenly putting distance between us.

“We can’t do that here. Someone might see. Let’s get this place cleaned up and get out of here.”

We worked quickly putting the test tubes, beakers, Bunsen burners, and thermometers away. I was careful not to spill anything this time. He walked me to my car and told me to go straight to his workshop. I pulled into the parking lot minutes later, but he hadn’t gotten there yet. I walked up to the door, and waited for him.

Fifteen minutes later, I saw his Bronco pull up next to my car. He got out, and walked over to open the door.

“Sorry I’m late, I had to stop by the store. Come on, we’ve got some talking to do.”

I followed him into the classroom, and sat down beside him. I hadn’t yet met his eyes, I was worried that he would tell me that we wouldn’t be able to see each other any more. I stared at the floor and listened to him talk.

“I wanted to make sure we would have some time for you to study after we had our talk. I brought some practice test for you to do tonight if you have the chance. I’ll be able to give you extra credit for them on your next test. I also needed to congratulate you on the assignment today. You aced them.” I finally glance up at him, and smiled.

“I was the first one finished, I just wanted to be the last one to turn it in.”

He smiled back down at me. He was wearing jeans and a polo shirt today, with a piney cologne of some kind. I ended up wearing my favorite jeans, and a light blue baggy T-shirt. My hair was pulled back on top of my head, and I had put on very little make-up this morning. Not my best look, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“How’s your chest today?” I unthinkingly reach up and ran my hands over it.

“It’s much better today. It’s almost gone. Do you want to see?” I almost slapped my forehead at what had just came out of my mouth. “I mean…never mind.”

I was blushing furiously. Before I could die in my embarrassment, he reach over and tugged my shirt up. My bra was pastel pink with lacy trim, and I was wearing a pair of matching low cut panties. He touched the dry patchy areas were the chemical burn was, and lower my shirt back down.

“It’s looking better. Try not to put any kind of lotion on it though. It might irritate it. You don’t have to be shy around me M.J. I’m not going to jump you. I’d like to think that I have more control than that.” He turned and put his arms up on the table.. “M.J. have you thought more about what happened honey?”

I swallowed before answering, “Yes Mr. Davis. I have. I don’t regret that it happened, and I really hope that I’m not…pregnant, but what happened was the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me. I’m never going to forget it. I know that you’re my teacher, but right now I want to learn so much more than basic chemistry from you, that is, if you’d be willing to teach me.”

I reached over and ran my hand over his leg and started kissing his neck. He groaned out loud, and reached over and pulled me to him kissing my lips, and putting his tongue deep into my mouth. His hands move up to cup my breast, and before I knew it my bra and shirt were gone, and he had pulled me onto his lap. He was greedily sucking on my nipples. I straddle him in the chair, and press up against him. I felt his erection against the center of me, and couldn’t wait too have him inside. Yeah, this feels like home.

I stood up and removed the rest of my clothing, and made him stand so he could do the same. He was breathing hard, and I could see him struggling with what was happening again.

“Wait! We can’t do this again. It’s not right.” He looked down at me and gulped. “M.J. we need to grasp reality here. I’m your teacher, and even though I want nothing more than to taste you again right now, you need to think things through.”

He bent over to retrieve my clothing and handed them to me. He walked over to the window to stare out, giving me privacy. I put on my clothes, but all the while tears kept streaming down my face. The rejection was too much for me to handle. As soon as I tugged my shirt on, I turned to leave. He must have realized that I was leaving, and he went to grabbed me before I got to the door.

“You can’t leave just yet. You asked me to help you, and I’m going to do just that. Sweetheart, we need to get you back on track, and I need to make sure that I haven’t stolen what chance you have for a future.” He kissed my forehead, and walked me back to the table. “Come on, I have to go through these with you. They’re going to be on the final.”

For the remainder of the time we spent together that night, we managed to get past the hormones, and finish my studies without incident. The next day, he gave a pop quiz in class. I was prepared from the study session, so I know I aced this one too. I was grateful, at least, that he stopped me from leaving.

After school, I showed up as usual and without saying anything, I started picking up books and restacking them on shelves, and started putting away lab supplies. I had started my period this morning, so I relieve his mind on that subject, but he didn’t say much else. He helped me dry out the last of the beakers, and before I left, he told me that we would meet at 5:30 tonight. I showed up only to see him standing outside in the parking lot next to his Bronco.

“Come on, I need to show you something.” We got in his truck and headed out of town into one of the more popular hiking spots.

“What are we doing here?”

He just looked over at me and smiled, “You’ll see.”

We got out of the truck and started up one of the trails. About a quarter of a mile in, he pulled me off the trail, and down an embankment. It lead to one of the most prettiest spots I’ve ever seen. We stood on a huge rock above a small creek that swirled in a deep pool, before trickling down stream again, there were butterflies everywhere. Most of them rested on the rock at our feet, but some were fluttering around our heads.

“Oh wow! How do you know about this place? It’s beautiful!” He motion for me to sit down, and we could see the sun close to setting in the distance. Thankfully it was still warm out, but the chill coming off the creek made me shiver.

“I was out hiking with a friend of mine who likes fishing, and he happen to run up on this spot. He marked one to the trees on the trail so that we could find it again. I come here sometimes to just think. It’s also one of the most beautiful places to watch a sunset.”

I looked at him in confusion, “So why did you bring me here?”

He just stared off into the distance, “I figured you could use a change in the setting, plus I wanted to get to know you better.”

I took this as a good sign, and leaned over and snuggled into him for warmth.

“Thank you. It’s lovely. What would you like to know about me?”

We talked until the sun was almost gone, and then started back home. I told him about my dream of becoming a doctor, and he confessed that he had wanted to be one too. I talked about my dream of leaving town and settling somewhere near the coast. He didn’t seem to like that idea, but didn’t say anything. We talked about our favorite foods, colors, and what we do when we’re bored. He told me one of his favorite hobbies is tossing darts, and I expressed an interest in learning how to play. We couldn’t stop laughing about how I had wanted to dye my hair last Halloween, and I ended up making it green instead. I found out that both his parents had passed away last year, and how he had been married before. He realized that I had a horrible sense of humor, and laughed at my jokes anyway, even though they were corny. By the time he had driven me back to my car, I was completely in love with him.

The next day was hump day, and I was still a little sleepy from our late night. My mom told me this morning that this Friday, she was planning on going out of town with her new boyfriend, and wouldn’t get back until Tuesday next week. She invited me along, but I told her I had too much studying to do. So she arranged for her sister to check on me. Thankfully, they both trusted me to stay at home alone, and made me promise to call if I needed anything. I was hoping that I could spend the weekend with Chris. I had made an appointment with the health department to get birth control pills this afternoon, so that I wouldn’t have to worry again, about getting pregnant. I think both Chris and I knew that it was just a matter of time before it happens again.

I arrived late to class, and thankfully, he just gave me a harsh stare, but didn’t say anything. He handed back our pop quizzes, and I was thrilled to see a smiley face on mine. At least I had achieved what I had hoped for, but now I wanted so much more.

After school, he didn’t have much to do, so we met up after my appointment, and took off together to grab some fast food, and this time we ended up at his house. He sat me down in the kitchen, and we went over a few more chemistry problems. After we had finished, it was still early, so we snuggled on his couch watching T.V. I was enjoying our time together more and more. It felt right, even though in the back of my mind, I knew the risk he was taking getting involved with me.

Friday morning, I was please that I was ending my period. I wanted to be ready for anything this weekend. I hadn’t bothered to tell Chris that my mom was out of town. I wanted to surprise him. I put on my short pink plaid skirt, and a pale pink tank top since my white shirt was ruined from the chemical splatter. I recently bought some thigh high white stockings, and rolled them up my long legs. It was almost 5:30, and we agreed to just meet at his house tonight. I wore a pair of thin lacy panties and high heels. I might have looked innocent in that outfit, but it was made for seduction. When he opened his door, his jaw hit the ground.

“Hi. Come on in.” I walk through the door making sure to swing my hips. He stood holding the door staring after me. “Should I be worried?”

I turned around slowly, and grinned, “Oh yeah, be very scared.”

He close the door, but didn’t take his eyes off of me. He moved toward me, but stopped about a foot away. “You look…well…you look very beautiful, and incredibly sexy, but I guess you know that?” I just continue to grin. “Well uh, I guess we could skip tonight’s lessons, and uh just watch a movie or something.”

I strolled up to him making sure not to break eye contact. “That sounds wonderful Mr. Davis. What would you like to watch?”

He turned just then and started toward the entertainment center. As he went down the list of movie titles, I settled myself onto his couch. We decided on a comedy, so he started it before heading toward the kitchen to get us something to drink. I was surprised when he came back carrying a glass of wine for both of us.

“Here, I know you’re eighteen, but a glass of wine won’t hurt you. Just make sure you sip it slowly.”

I took a sip and felt the liquid burn down my throat. It was good, but a little dry. He settled in next to me, and we tried to watched the movie, but it was hard to concentrate with him sitting so close. His arm stretched over my shoulder, and his hands caressed the exposed skin there. I felt my panties starting to get wet. I leaned over and kissed his neck just below his ear. I ran my tongue over his lobes lightly, and decided it was time to give him the good news.

“You know, my mom and her boyfriend took off this weekend. I’m going to be home alone until Tuesday.”

His big eye turned to me in surprise, and I took the opportunity to capture his lips with mine. I thought he was going to push me away at first, but instead he pulled me closer. He broke off the kiss long enough to take our glasses and set them on the end table. I climbed on top of him, and kissed him for all I was worth. God, how I had miss this. I wanted so bad to taste him. I slid off his lap, and kneeled in front of him. I undid his jeans, and pulled them and his underwear down. He leaned up so that they slid off effortless to the floor. My hands circled around his member. It was hard and soft at the same time, pressing into my hand. I leaned forward and closed my pink lips around him. He leaned back and groaned with pleasure.

“Oh sweetheart! That feels so good.”

I took his whole length down my throat to the point I was about to gag, then back up to the tip, and repeated the motion. He watched me with half closed eyes. I sucked and licked until he was shaking with need. He stood up and reach down to pull me into a standing position.

“Let’s go to my room.”

He lead us down the hall into a room where a king size bed had a blue quilt thrown over it. It didn’t look all that macho which surprised me. He was all male. He pulled me over in front of him, and sat me on the edge of the bed. He leaned over and kissed me hard while his hands reached under my skirt to remove my panties. He then lowered the straps of my tank top, and exposed my breast. He cupped them into his hands, and teased the nipples hard. I saw him drop to his knees and return the service I had perform earlier on him. His breath tickled my thighs as he spread my legs open. He closed his lips over my clit, and ran his tongue all over it. He took turns teasing my clit, and running his tongue up and down and in and out of my slit. I reached down to grab his head, and move him in the direction that felt best. It wasn’t too long before I was crying out in ecstasy. He stood up quickly, and opened the drawer next to the bed, pulling out a condom. Then he pushed me further up onto the bed. He kissed my lips, teasing my tongue with his own. I could taste myself on him, and I was so turned on by it. He spread my legs apart with his knees, and enter me in one quick action. I arched my back in reaction allowing him to sink deeper. He grabbed my hips, and held himself there.

“Do you want this M.J? Is that why you came over here tonight?” He held my hips firm to prevent me from moving.

“Yes.” I breath out softly.

He wanted more, “Why do you want this M.J.? Tell me!”

I closed my eyes in frustration, “I want you, isn’t that enough. You make me want you.” I opened my eyes and stared up at him with all the lust that I was feeling. “Do you want me Mr. Davis? Is that why I’m here?”

He lifted my legs up higher and sank even deeper. “God yes! I can’t stop thinking about you. My nights are consumed with wanting you. I tried so hard to just think of you as my student, but my body and soul can only think of you as mine.”

He let my legs go and leaned over to suck on my breast. He still didn’t move, and I was still unable to gain leverage to gyrate my hips against him. I was groaning as the pressure started to build.

“Please! Take me, make me yours.” I pleaded.

He withdrew then and then drove back into me hard. He pulled out slowly, and then dove in once again. It was driving me crazy. I wanted more friction. I reach around him and grabbed his ass, and pull him hard into me, lifting my hips to meet every thrust. He pounded into me for what seemed like hours giving me orgasm after orgasm. Finally, he thrust into me one last time, and accepted his own release. He stayed there gasping for a few minutes before raising his head to stare into my eyes. I reached up to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and traced the lines of his face with my fingers. My heart filled with love, and the words slipped from my lips. He looked guilty for a second, before standing up and walking into his bathroom. When he came back, I was sitting up and in the process of putting my underwear back on. He pulled them from my hands, and threw them across the room.

“You don’t need those tonight. Can you stay? Or will someone miss you?” I giggled at his toss, since they wound up on the corner of his dresser mirror.

“Yes, I can stay. My aunt said she’d call me tomorrow evening. I’ll need to go home before then, but I can come back.”

He nodded, and put us under the covers, and then turned out the lights. He pulled me near, so that my ass fitted into him. I could feel his limp dick against me. I wiggled my ass around, and in a few seconds it was hard again. I laughed when I felt it grow larger between my legs.

“You are insatiable,” he whispered into my ear.

I rocked back against him until he couldn’t take it anymore, and he reached down between our bodies, and inserted himself into my moist heat.

“Now, shake that ass,” he whispered. That’s just what I did. I rocked back onto him until I heard him groan. I wanted something more this time. I had read some erotica over the past few days, and really wanted to try something. I reach down to wrap his cock in my palm, and pulled it up until it’s smooth tip pressed into my ass.

He froze instantly, and whispered into my ear, “Are you sure?”

I press back even more so that half the tip was already in and moaned with pleasure, “Oh yes, fuck my ass.”

He slowly rotated between my ass and my pussy, so that I was nice and lubed in that area. At last, he was able to plunge into the depth of my luscious ass cheeks. He grabbed a hold of my hips and wasn’t able to stop himself. He viciously fucked my ass, and within minutes, he had me cumming all over myself.

“Oh yes baby, that felt so damn good. Cum in me baby, I want to feel your dick throbbing inside me.” He rolled me over onto my belly, while he was still deep inside me, and reached around me to grab hold of my breast. My face was slammed down into the mattress, as he fucked me with all his might.

“Oh sweet girl, you’re so fucking tight!” I reached down to finger myself and seconds later I was cumming once more. “Baby, fuck! Did you just cum again? Oh, yes, sweetheart, I’m going to cum now.”

He filled my ass with his wad until it was dripping out. His dick slid out with a plop, and thank the lord he was in my ass, because we both forgot about protection again. He rolled us back to our side, and reached over to grab a tissue to clean us up with.

“That was awesome,” I said, “Can we do that again sometime?”

Tired from the exertion, I was asleep before long.

The next morning when I woke up, I was somewhat startled to discover that I was in a strange bed, with strong arms wrapped around me. I looked over my shoulder to see the man that I love snoring softly against his pillow. I unwrapped his arms from around me, and scooted off the bed. I use the bathroom, and then freshen up at the sink. This was pure heaven. It was going to be hard to go home today. I slip my panties off the dresser mirror, and put them on, and reached over and instead of slipping into my tank top, I grab his T-shirt, and pull it over my head. It smelled like his cologne, and I couldn’t help but sniff it. I wondered into the kitchen and found the makings for waffles, so I decide to fix him breakfast in bed.

I had just pulled out the first of the waffles when I heard, “So there you are. What are you doing?”

I turned around and grinned, “Making you breakfast. How does waffles sound?”

He walked over and stood behind me, wrapping his hands around my waist and pulling me up behind him. “I can think of something I’d like better.” Seeing her stand there in his T-shirt and undies was making him crazy. He tiled her head up and kissed her hard.

“Good morning,” I whispered.

He picked me up and walked me over to sit on the edge of the table. The maple syrup and butter sat beside me, and he grinned broadly. I could see his eyes twinkling, and I knew I was in trouble. He pulled my T-shirt over my head, then lifted me up and pulled off my underwear.

“I’m very hungry.”

He walked over and grabbed the waffle I had just fixed, pushed me down on the table, and plopped it down on my chest. I could feel the warmth of it heating up my breast. He then reached down, and grabbed the syrup, and started spreading it over the top of the waffle, then let it trickle down my tummy before he filled up my bellybutton. He let some fall between my legs before recapping it, and setting it aside. He reached up and tore a piece of the waffle apart dabbing the tip inside my bellybutton. I had leaned up onto my elbows and was watching him. He lifted the treat up to my mouth, and I wrapped my lips around the warm treat and licked at his fingers. He groaned loudly, and pulled his fingers out to let me chew.

“Excuse me now while I have mine.” He pulled a chair up to sit between my legs, and went about feasting on my tender pussy. I threw my head back enjoying the caress. The warm waffle at some point slide off my chest, and landed near my hand. I looked down at it, then down at the brown head bobbing up and down between my legs. I was really hungry, so I leaned back and picked up the waffle, and feasted on it while he had his fun. Once I had reached my orgasm, he licked his way up my chest cleaning up the sticky sweetness.

“You’ve made a sticky mess, haven’t you honey?” He said, and was grinning ear to ear when he reached my lips. He reached up to tilt my head to receive kisses. I could taste a mixture of musky sweetness on them. God I love it when I can taste me on him. He picked me up again, and carried me to his bathroom. He sat me down and turned the shower on. When he was happy with the temperature, he reached out and grabbed my hand. As we showered, we washed each other down with soap, taking the time to fondle each other along the way. He took his time to gentle clean my twat, until I was almost to a climax. He reached over and turned the shower off, and we both stepped out. He grabbed a towel and began to dry me off. I was getting a little frustrated, so I reached down and encircled his dick with my hand.

“I want you now!”

He chuckled, and said, “Whatever you want baby.” He bent me over until my arms where resting near the sink. He reached over and pulled a condom out of the drawer, and I could him he sliding it on. He slid his hard dick all the way into me, and leaned against my back so that he could fondle my breast. “God, you feels so good. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” He pumped my pussy until I was screaming again in heat. I could feel him pressing into my back as he thrust into me hard and cry out in release.


As I was driving home, I was thinking how wonderful I felt. I was completely in love with a wonderful man, who made me feel so sexy and alive. I couldn’t wait to get back to his house. I first had to get some clothes together, then I’ll call my aunt and check in with her, so I could take off again.

As soon as I pulled into the drive, I could see that Chris had company. There was a silver Thunderbird sitting in the drive behind his Bronco. I wasn’t sure what to do at this point, since I was still technically his student, and he was my teacher. I didn’t want to get him into trouble. I saw my book bag sitting in the back seat, so I grabbed it and hooked it over my shoulder. Leaving my duffle bag in the car, I decided to take my chances that it was a friend inside and not a foe. When he answered the doorbell, he was smiling and motioned me inside.

“Hi M.J. I want you to meet a friend of mine, Blake.” His friend was slightly shorter than him, but had a nicely built physique. “I was just telling him about you.” He caught my eye and winked. “M.J. is my new girlfriend. She’s a college student taking course at my workshop in the evenings.” So, it was a little white lie, but I grinned and grabbed a hold of his friends hand.

“M.J., Blake’s the friend I told you about that found the fishing spot I showed you.”

We talked about varies things, and before we knew it, we were standing in his billiards room with me watching them tossing a game of darts, and each of us had a beer in hand. I hadn’t ever tasted beer, and found that it was to my liking. I was on my fourth one, and feeling it as the games progressed. Chris was good, but his friend out bested him a good portion of the time. I wanted to give him something to win for, so I blurted out a wager for them.

“I have a wager for you two. Whoever wins the next game, gets a blow job from me.”

They both stared at me in shock, but I grinned as I sucked on my beer. They glance at each other, and must have accepted the terms, because they both intently became absorbed in the game. There were neck to neck in most of their tosses, but Chris lost by three darts. They remained silent and seem to ignore me once the game was over. Chris congratulated his buddy, and handed him another beer. A bet was a bet, and I wasn’t about to let them forget what I had promised. We all went into the living room and crashed onto the couch. Chris turned on the T.V., and the room became quiet except for what was playing on the tube. I had to bite my cheek, to keep my grin from showing as I stood up suddenly. I set my beer on the end table, and walked over to stand in front of his friend. I fell to my knees in front of him, and watched as he quickly glanced over to Chris. Chris just sat there and watch me as I reached up to pull down his friends basketball shorts and boxers. He nodded to his friend, and leaned backed to watch.

I spread Blake’s legs apart and reached out to fondle his member which had grown quite hard. I leaned over and flicked the head with my tongue and then licked it up and down. He let out a groan, and leaned back giving me a better access. I put my lips over the tip and gently suck on it. I glance up to find him watching me, then glance over to find Chris watching his friend watching me. Chris had put his hand down his shorts and was touching himself.

The control I had over these two men left me in wonder. I wanted more. I flicked my tongue back over the tip of Blake’s penis before swallowing his whole length. He flung his head back, and I saw his fingers dig into the couch cushions. He didn’t once touch me, and he attempted to keep his hips still so that I could go at my own pace. What a gentleman! I sucked and licked until a short time later I heard him cry out, then I tasted his salty sperm slide down my throat. It was yummy, so I suck and swallowed all of it. I didn’t stop licking as his dick started to soften. It tasted so good, I wanted to drink every drop.

I felt a hand rub my ass, and then fingers at the hem of my cotton shorts. They slid down my ass and I picked my knees up so they could slip over and off my legs. I didn’t stop sucking, and soon his friends dick was massively hard once more. I felt fingers slid inside of my hot pussy. I glance back up to his friend to see that he was looking at Chris behind me. A lazy grin etched across his face.

“You weren’t kidding.” I heard him say.

A strained voice muttered behind me, “Yeah.”

I had the feeling that what had been said about me before my arrival was more of the sexual content, and deep down I knew I should be offended, but honestly, I was pleased as hell. I continued my deep throat blow job, while Chris fingered fucked me from behind. I looked back up, and notice Blake looking down at me intently.

“Do you like that?” He asked. I nodded my head causing the tip to fall out of my mouth.

“Oh yeah. You taste good.”

He looked over my head to his friend, “What does she taste like?”

I could hear my boyfriend answer, “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Chris help me stand before his friend, and Blake leaned forward to taste me. “Oh yeah, she’s sweet.”

He returned the favor and licked me until I could barely stand. Chris had reached around me, and was spreading my lips apart, so that his friend could indulge eagerly. I could feel his heavy breathing on my neck as I was lost in ecstasy. Like me, he drank in every drop of my wetness. “I want to fuck her Chris. Can I?” I could see Blake rub his organ up and down and desire firing from his eyes. Chris’s answer was to push me forward until I was astraddle his friend. Blake grabbed my waist and guided me over him. I groaned as he filled me up. I heard Chris behind me shedding his clothes, and before I knew it, he was behind me fondling my breast as his friend fucked me.

I wouldn’t have ever believed that I was capable of taking on two men at once. I was virgin not long ago, but Chris had released a need in me that was two strong for my morals to get into the way.

I felt Chris rubbing my asshole with the remnants of my last orgasm, lubing it for his finger. He slipped one inside, and the pressure of his finger, and his friends long dick was making me crazy. I was so close to an orgasm again when I felt him slid his finger out, and his dick in. I muffled a grunt because it hurt at first, but once my tissues adjusted to accommodate him, I let out and cry and soaked his friends lap.

“Oh god Chris, she’s cumming all over me. Oh fuck, I’m going to cum!” Chris pushed all the way in, and held still as his friend began pumping into me hard. Blake finally thrust all the way in, filling me up with his load. Blake held still then, and Chris took his turn fucking my ass. Blake reached over and played with my clit using my cum to heighten my pleasure. I leaned over to grab the back of the couch for more support, and Blake grabbed one of my nipples with his mouth to suck on. I could feel Chris’s ball bounce back and forth spanking my pussy lips. He cried out and came in my ass just as I finishing yet another orgasm. I was really going to be sore tomorrow. I left them alone in the living room to head for the shower. When I was done, Chris was waiting for me in the bedroom.

“I think he likes you.” I flung my towel at him with a grin on my face.

“I think I really like him too.”

He pulled me to him and kissed me soundly. “Don’t go getting any ideas. You’re mine,” and then he proved it.

I spent the remainder of the year spending every opportunity I had fucking my handsome teacher. On graduation, I walked across the stage, and caught Chris’s eyes. He winked, and I knew I was finally free to have an open relationship with him.

It came time for me to go to college shortly after that, and even though the college I picked was just two hours away, it put a strain on our relationship. But that’s another story…

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