Almost a full year ago when my senior year was starting I wound up having a ton of gym classes. Which was fine with me because I had a crush on the coach since I was a sophomore. He was just hot. With black wavy hair, a goatee and deep dark eyes. I was constantly in the gym whenever I could.
So here I have the man for seven out of my ten classes. I was ecstatic. I must admit I would flirt whenever I got the chance. Do you blame me? I would constantly stay in the weight room with him to help clean up since I had P.E. with him right after that, while the rest of the class would go to shower and get ready for their next classes. One such occasion after I had been lifting weights particularly hard that day and was covered in sweat. Though I don't think he minded with my figure. I'm not the conceited type but many people have told me I have a gorgeous body. With my long blonde hair and deep emerald green eyes. My bust is well matured for a girl of 18 (which was my age then) being a full 36c.
My stomach is trimmed and toned from all the classes I have, plus I work out. My legs are considerably long for my height which is only 5'6. Anyway I'm getting off course. So one of these times as I was helping him clean up he kept looking at me oddly. Which I didn't mind but was a bit curious. "What?" I asked as I used my shirt to wipe the sweat from my face, giving him a full view of my stomach. He grinned and said "nothing, just you look really good." I smiled and let my hand touch his as we both bent to pick up some weights. The electricity I felt that jumped from my hand to his was amazing and I could feel myself growing wet with desire for him.
Lets face it I had been fantasizing about the man since I was 15 and a half. He looked at me and I felt my heart pounding faster "Yes He's going to kiss me!" my mind was racing. "Can I see you in my classroom after school gets out, say about 4 or so?" he asked me. (He teaches a few math classes) My head was whirling I could barely answer him "sure" I hoped I sounded casual like he wanted to go over some grades or something. I wanted to kiss him bad, but I heard people coming out of the locker room so I sighed and picked up the rest of the weights.
The day drug by for me. I had one more of his classes after that then some history and science (the school has that block scheduling crap). I hung around the school for what seemed an eternity talking with one of my friends before they had football practice. Finally 4:00 rolled around and I started down the hall to his classroom. I had on a pair of jeans and a tank top and wished that I had worn my short satin skirt and button up shirt, but to late for that. I got to his classroom and walked inside...he wasn't in there. I shrugged and sat down at a desk to wait for him. Not more than two minutes later he strolled in.
GOD he was HOT. I was trying to play it cool, not letting my mind run away with me, I mean he's my teacher he may honestly not even look at me like that. He smiled at me and shut the door. I smiled back "So what did you want to talk about?" I was so nervous! He grinned and sat at his desk. "Come up here." I smiled and walked over to him, perching myself on his desk. His eyes swooped over my body in one graceful motion and I wanted him, I wanted him badly right there on the desk. I had never had sex before but I was very willing to give this man my cherry, I had wanted him for almost 3 years. He looked up into my eyes and questioned "how old are you now Dallas?"