She was eighteen and never fucked! A virgin barely kissed. But unlike her friends who went on and on about their weekly romps with their boyfriends who were more interested in spider man than sex, Emma was at a loss. She didn't want to admit to them her laughs and carefully slotted observations and opinions came from pornos and playboy. She wanted sex but with man not a boy. She wanted someone who could tease and please her. Make her breasts heave and her cunt wet and drip. She wanted man who could drive crazy with lust and dangle her off the edge. But how was going to find that at the all girls catholic private school she and her friends attended?
Then along came Mr. Andrews. Jace Andrews. Emma got wet the moment she laid eyes on him. Fresh out of teacher's college he wasn't even thirty yet. He was tall with short, rich brown wavy hair and had very broad shoulders under his dress shirt. His voice was deep and friendly. Also, she could see a slight bulge in his baggy dress pants meant he was packing. She went up to talk to him a few times during his first week and he was also very nice and even gave her a hug once. She smelt his sweet
dolce & gabana
cologne and bit her lips as the part in between her legs got hot. He was perfect!
She spent nights rubbing her dripping pussy, thinking about him on top of her. She would lie half naked and rub her C cup tits imagining it was his hands and tongue brushing against them. She had to have him and soon! She wasn't the only one who though he was incredible. Some of the other girls flirted with him and even some teachers. If she didn't make a move and soon someone else will.
On Friday she went up with the other girls to his desk, handing in mid-term essays. She made sure she was the last one she to ask him a question.
"Sir," she said in her most innocent tone of voice. "I was wondering, I'm having a lot of trouble with one subject and I was wondering if maybe I can see you after school for extra help?"
"Sure Emma," he replied. "You know I'm here to help. How about you drop by ten minutes after the last bell?"
"Sounds good Sir." He flashed her his brilliant white smile as she returned to her desk.
When the day ended, she went to the nearest washroom and changed into an altered version of the school uniform. Then at fifteen past, she made sure the school was empty before returning to Mr. Andrews' class room. She entered and shut the door, wearing a violet trench coat.
"Ah Emma." Mr. Andrews greeted. "So what can I help you with?"
She turned around slowly, holding the belt of the coat. "Well sir, I'm a little embarrassed, but I'm so confused I don't think I can let this go on much longer."
"There's no need to be embarrassed." Mr. Andrews said calmly, waving her forward. "I'm here to help you in any way I can. Just tell me what's wrong."
"Well you see, in class I'm having trouble concentrating." Emma started to say meanwhile she began to pull the knot loose on the belt of her coat.
"Is the material too difficult?" he asked.
"No... It's you." She undid the knot and let her coat fall. Underneath she revealed the school uniform but the shirt had a low v-neck neck and was altered to cup her tits up and tight, the material stretching over her push up bra. She had fishnet stockings under a belt-like kilt that showed off her newly tanned midriff.
She looked carefully at Mr. Andrews, praying he wouldn't shout.
'Want me,' she begged internally. To her pleasant surprised he slowly put his pen down and there was a glimmer in his eyes.
"Me?" He stuttered a little which Emma found to be cute. "Am I distracting you in some way?"
"Well yes," she continued. She walked around his desk so he could get a good look at her.
"Every time I see you in class... I feel strange."
"How so?"
"Well I start to feel hot. My cheeks turn red and..." He stood up and she sat down at the other end of his desk.
"Go on." He said in almost a whisper. "You can tell me anything Emma."
''Oh teacher!" she closed her legs tightly, hoping to excite him. "I'm so embarrassed!'
It appeared to be working. He walked around his desk, staring at her. His jaw practically hitting the floor.
"Please," he sighed, losing control of his voice. "You can say it."
"I get hot... down there." She pointed to her kilt. "Between my legs, in my private area."
"Really? That must be distracting." He reached her and caressed her cheek. "You poor girl."
"Oh my!" Emma turned away a little bit and clutched in between her legs.
"Did I do it again?" he asked.
"Yes." She turned back to him. "My private feels all warm hot... and... strange... It's wet teacher."
She loved the way his eyes widen as he looked down at her hands over kilt between her legs. He was actually blushing a little too.
"Does it... Always get wet?' he asked her, stepping closer.
"At first it was just hot." Emma said slowly. "But then as more time passed I started to notice how handsome you are. Your board and strong shoulders. Your legs and...Ah!"
Emma started to move her hand up and down her pussy lips, covered by a lacy black pair of panties. Mr. Andrews couldn't believe the sight. It was so arousing and wrong at the same time. But it made it all the more exciting.
"Oh no!" Emma moaned. "See what happens. Every time I see you, I just get all hot and wet. And then all I want to do is rub my privates until they sore!" Emma tried to close her legs but still rubbed.
