It's a Saturday morning and I'm sitting in class attempting to finish my History project. Draw a map of the whole world and label each capital city, river, and lake to be found. But, that was the kind of work Mr. Barnes usually gave us.. incredibly impossible and incredibly unnecessary. I didn't really see the point in making the map so I just figured Mr. Barnes had no life and made up for that by grading meticulously on the rediculous work he gave us. I'm making it sound as if he's a bad teacher... that's not the case at all. Even as I sat in Saturday detention for not turning in my map on time he (being the detention teacher aswell) volunteered to help me and even brought me a pencil when mine broke.
Ok, I have to admit, I have a little crush on him... all of the girls do actually. He's a beautiful man on the inside and out. He is probably in his mid thirties but doesn't look a day over 25 with his boyish dimples, perfect smile, and dark brown eyes that seem to make you feel like you are the only person in the room when he looks at you. I sometimes sit in class imagining that his tanned, toned arms pick me up and his perfect lips kiss mine. That could be the reason I never get any work done.
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Mr. Barned say "Anna, I know you were supposed to have 6 hours but I'm not feeling well so would you be terribly disappointed if I
let you go? and... we'll just tell the principal you stayed here for the full six." He smiled and winked at me. God, I didn't think it was possible for anyone to have that perfect of a smile.
"Well, my mother wasn't going to pick me up until 3, and she has to work until then, but you can go if you feel bad, I'll hang around the school for a few hours," I replied.
"Ok, I lied, I don't really feel bad," he confessed, "I just thought you might want to be out doing something with some friends, it is Saturday after all. So, I thought, you could leave and go have fun and I could go home, take a shower, and sleep the rest of the day."
I laughed at his confession and told him he could go and I would be fine alone. I didn't really want to hang out with my friends, all of them had boyfriends and it made me uncomfortable being the fifth wheel.
"No, I'm not leaving you up here alone with nothing to do. You'd be bored out of your mind," he said.
I nodded my head in agreement. Although I didn't want to be a burdon to him, I knew he was right. Five hours at the school with nothing at all to do definantly sounded boring.
"Mr. Barnes, I don't want to be a bother. The whole reason I'm up here is because I didn't finish my map and it isn't fair for you to give up your Saturday," I told him.
He sat silent for a minute as if he were thinking. "Why don't you come over to my house? We can have some breakfast and watch a movie or something until 3. It probably isn't what you'd consider fun but, my house is more comfortable than these hard chairs."
The thought of being alone with him in his house with noone around excited me. I called my mother to ask her if it was ok. She said it was and that she'd pick me up at his house at 3.
I was surprised when we arrived at his house. It was a two-story brick house with a beautiful yard.. I wondered how anyone with a teacher's salary could afford a home like that. We walked inside and I asked him where his bathroom was. He led me upstairs and opened the door. I looked inside and noticed a Playboy magazine on the cabinet. When he realized he left it there he quickly picked it up and tossed it up onto a high shelf.
"Sorry about that, my brother leaves his stuff everywhere," he lied. I could tell he was embarrassed because his face started turning red. I laughed and told him it was ok, and that I didn't know anyone who didn't read Playboy. He laughed nervously and left me in the bathroom. I let my hair out of it's pony-tail and sprayed a little perfume on my neck. I wasn't sure why I was trying to make myself more attractive for him, he probably didn't find me attractive anyways.
As I was walking out of the bathroom Mr. Barnes was walking out of another room in the house, I assumed to be his bedroom. He had changed into a pair of khaki shorts and a t-shirt. I almost choked when I saw him, his legs were perfectly tanned and his arms were muscled and smooth (I guess he shaved them). Normally a guy in shorts and a t-shirt wouldn't be that big of a deal, but I had never seen Mr. Barnes in anything but a suit and tie. It almost felt wrong to see a teacher in anything but a suit.
I guess he noticed me staring at him because he looked down at himself and smiled.
"What? you think I wear that monkey suit all of the time?" he joked. He must have noticed I was uncomfortable and embarrassed from being caught looking because he changed the subject.
"I'm hungry, how about some breakfast?"
I wasn't that hungry but I thought it would be rude to refuse, so I told him I'd love some breakfast.
We both walked downstairs and into his kitchen.
"So, choose: cereal, donuts, or toast and eggs?" he said to me. Before I had the chance to say anything he handed me the box of chocolate covered donuts.
"How'd you know?" I asked.
"You eat them every morning," he replied flashing his brilliant smile as he winked.
It was true, I did eat them every morning before class started, I was just surprised he noticed.
I took a donut out of the box and started licking the chocolate off as I have always done. I wasn't sure why but I was intentionally trying to make myself look erotic as I used my tongue to remove the frosting from the donut. After I was done I sucked the remaining chocolate from my fingers. When I looked up and saw him watching he looked away quickly. I noticed his face was flushed, I wasn't sure if it was flushed from embarrassment or because he was hot, as he poured two glasses of orange juice.
"Thanks Mr. Barnes," I told him as he handed me the glass of orange juice.
"Call me Alex, Mr. Barnes makes me feel old, and, you're welcome," he replied.
I said ok and took a drink. As I was sitting the glass down I dropped it and orange juice spilled all over my clothes.
"Shit!" I exclaimed. After I realized I had just cursed in front of my teacher I covered my mouth with my hand and told him I was sorry.
He laughed as he mopped up the orange juice with a dish towel. "It's not a problem, I don't know anyone who doesn't curse," he said with a wink. I couldn't tell if it was wishful thinking or if he was really flirting with me. I started getting a little excited.
"Oh Anna, you're clothes have orange juice all over them. Do you want to put on some of my clothes while I wash yours?" I couldn't help but notice him staring at my erect nipples through my drenched t-shirt. I got butterflies in my stomach as I pictured his perfect mouth engulfing my nipple.
I accepted his offer and we went upstairs to his bedroom. He rummaged through some drawers and pulled out a huge t-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts and handed them to me.
"You can change in here and bring your wet clothes downstairs when you're finished. I'll just put on a movie"
He headed back downstairs.
As I was getting undressed I couldn't help but notice the pictures on his dresser. He had pictures of our class in a frame, pictures of his parents, but what really caught my attention is the picture I had given him of myself two months ago. He had it in a pretty blue frame with little gems around it. I picked it up and was staring at it, trying to find a reason for it being in such a special frame and a reason that it was up there at all. A lot of his students, mostly girls, gave him pictures and mine was the only one on his dresser.
I guess I was lost in thought because I didn't hear him knock. He opened the door and looked up at me. I had already removed my clothes and was standing in his bedroom in my panties, and only my panties (I didn't wear a bra that day, the shirt I was wearing had a built-in bra). He just stood there with his mouth wide open for about two seconds then quickly covered his eyes.
"Anna, I'm SO sorry. I knocked but I guess you didn't hear me, I was going to tell you that if you were sticky I have some towels in the bathroom you can wash off with" his words fumbled clumsily from his mouth.
I stood stunned for a few seconds. I didn't know what to say or how to move. My teacher had seen me almost completely naked, he knows the shape of my tits and the color of my underwear. I thought he must have been embarrassed because his face was turning the familiar color of red. Another thought crossed my mind as well, maybe he was turned on. Either way, I decided to play it cool because I didn't want to make things any worse.
I placed the picture of me back on his dresser. "Nice frame," I said. "I figured you would just throw all of the pictures that everyone gives you away." I quickly put on his t-shirt and shorts. I had to hold the shorts up because they were too big.
"I'm dressed now, sorry about that. Yeah, I didn't hear you knock," I told him.
He uncovered his eyes and I noticed he was crying.
"Why are you crying?" I asked as I walked over to him.
"Anna, I'm so sorry, I didn't know you weren't dressed yet. My career is over," he wailed, trying to hold back his tears. "And you, you'll never see me the same way again"
He was right about part of that, I wouldn't ever see him the same way again. Before he'd just been a teacher who I had a crush on but now, now he was a man, he was vulnerable and adorable and I wanted him even more than I had before.
"Your career isn't over, do you actually think I'd tell anyone about this and hurt you over something this silly?" I told him. I thought of how embarrassed he must feel so I decided to tell him something embarrassing about myself. "Besides, how do you think I saw you before? I don't know if you noticed or not but I've had a pretty big crush on you since the beginning of the year. This isn't that big of a deal, you just saw something most of the girls in my grade see in gym class every day."
I walked over to him and put my arms around his neck trying to comfort him. With nothing to hold them, the shorts fell down and I was left standing there with my arms around him in nothing but a t-shirt and panties. He grabbed my sholders and pushed me back so that he was looking me in the face.
"Anna, you're so beautiful, so intelligent, so sexy..."
When the word 'sexy' came out of his mouth I was shocked.
"I have wished so many times that you weren't my student, that you were older, or that I were younger," he admitted, "I knew in the back of my mind bringing you here was a bad idea because I wanted you so bad already."
I stood there with him holding my shoulders. I didn't know what to say and I could tell my silence was worrying him.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking saying those things... we should just go downstairs and watch tv."
By now tv was the last thing on my mind and I knew he felt the same. I wanted his hands on my body, I wanted his mouth on mine.
"Feel this.. does this feel like I want to watch tv?" I said as I grabbed his hand and led it to my panties. I knew they were soaked from the words he had said to me.
He moaned as his hands touched my panties. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him. I felt his hard cock pressing against my abdomen as he leaned down and took my upper lip in his. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I started slowly kissing him, letting his bottom lip rest between my lips, sliding my tongue across his lips, and then massaging his tongue with mine. As we kissed he moved one hand down my back and ass while he held me up with his other. It felt good being in his strong arms and tasting him. His mouth tasted like oranges.
He put me down. He got on his knees and moved his fingertips up my legs, sides, and breasts. Somewhere along the way he had grabbed my shirt because before I even realized it, it was on the floor and I was once again standing topless. He peeled off my soaked panties kissing my stomach, pelvis, and thigh along the way.
He took me by the hand and led me to the bed. I sat down and went to remove his shirt when he stopped me.
"Lay down" he instructed. I layed back on his bed. He started kissing my mouth again as his hands explored my body. They felt so warm and soft on my flesh. His hand moved across my breast, squeezing my nipple between his fingers as he cupped my breast with his hand. He moved his head down and his hot mouth kissed my stomach. My pussy was on fire and I needed to be touched there. I placed my hand on his head and tried to push it down. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head "there will be plenty of time for that" he said with a devilish smile.
He pulled his shirt over his head revealing his ripped stomach and smooth chest. He pulled me up and crushed my breasts with his hard chest as he kissed me again, running his fingers through my long brown hair. I loved how his smooth, hot chest felt pressed against me and how his strong arms felt wrapped around me. He layed me back on his bed, stood up and removed his shorts revealing his erect, beautiful cock. He gave it a few strokes with his hand.
He moved back down to me, sliding his hands slowly up the inside of my legs, parting them. He traced the opening of my pussy with his fingers, teasing me. My heart was pounding and I could feel more juice seeping out of me with every stroke. He moved his mouth across my inner thigh, kissing it, while moving his fingers in deeper until his fingertips were circling my wet hole. His mouth found it's way to my pussy lips carefully kissing and nibbling on them.. and then my clit which he lightly kissed then sucked in his mouth. It was all overwhelming, his finger on my hole, his hot mouth sucking my hard clit. He continued to suck as he inserted his finger a little ways into my pussy. I moaned loudly as he twisted his finger inside me, touching each side of my wet hole. He began circling the outside of my clit with his tongue as his finger continued to go deeper. I was in ecstacy, with every movement he made on my clit waves of pleasure went soaring through my body. I could feel his finger getting deaper, and then all of the sudden he stopped when he reached my hymen.
"You're a virgin" he said surprised.
I thrust my body upwards trying to make him keep going, but he wouldn't.
"Just how much have you done, Anna?" he asked me.
"Kissed, I've kissed before," I answered, panting heavily.
He got up and sat on the side of the bed resting his head in his hands. I didn't care that I was a virgin, or that I didn't have any experience, I wanted him. I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted to cum on his cock. I got up, crawled over to where he was sitting, and slid my hands up his back. I softly kissed him on the ear and he sighed. I knew no matter what he said, he still wanted me. I threw my leg across his and sat down on him, letting my crotch rest on his. I felt his cock jump and heard him softly moan when he felt my wet pussy on him. I put my hand under his chin and lifted his face up. I kissed him again on his lips, trying to make him feel the passion and the lust I felt. I reached down and put his stiff rod between my pussy lips. I started grinding into him slowly, letting him feel how wet I was for him.
"I want you inside of me," I whispered into his ear.
He pulled me close to him, letting me continue to grind into him for a few minutes.
"You'll get what you want, but not now," he said to me as he motioned to the clock.
I gasped when I saw the time, 2:50. My mom was going to be here in ten minutes. He kissed me hard one last time and lifted me off of him. I put my clothes on, still wet from the orange juice, and we both went downstairs until my mom arrived and I left.
