The bell rang, and Rodney Gellar watched as his students filtered from his classroom, most on cell phones, all of them placing their personal essays on his desk as they walked by.
"Mr. Gellar?" a soft voice asked and Rod, as he was known to his fiancé and friends, and he looked up into Elizabeth Blaylock's baby blues.
"Yes, Bitsy?" Rod responded, hoping to keep this conversation to a minimum. As a 27 year old teacher, with a full head of dark brown hair, green eyes, and a body he worked hard for, who had been teaching for 3 years, Rod knew that he was kind of considered a hot teacher. He'd been dealing with school girl crushes for years now, but...
With Bitsy, it was different. It wasn't the fact that she was drop-dead gorgeous, which she was; with long, wavy red hair and blue eyes, she looked like a life-sized cupie doll, but with huge breasts. They were Ds, at the very least. And it wasn't the fact that every time she looked at him, you could tell she was thinking about bending backwards for some extra credit - literally.
It was more the fact that when she breathed fire at him, and he saw the images that he knew she was thinking, he... well, he wanted to breath fire right back.
One time, during one of his lectures, he'll glance at her in the second row, and she'll just be staring at him, with her eyes glazed over, biting her lower lip, nipples poking through her shirt... and he knew she was mentally licking him like a lollipop.
He had to clear his throat twice, and step behind his podium to cover up a problem he hadn't had in a while, that being a spontaneous erection, and he couldn't look at her for the rest of the class period.
And with his fiancé out of town on a writing job for a whole month, he had been without sex for a good week and a half. And he was not used to going without sex.
"Mr. Geller, if it's not too much trouble, I wanted to ask you to read my paper first..." Bitsy looked at him from beneath her lashes. "I'm not sure it's at all what you're asking for, and I want to have time to revise it before the final draft is due."
Rod nodded his head, without making any more eye contact than necessary. "Sure, Bitsy. I'll read it tonight and give you any notes I might have tomorrow."
Despite his best intentions, he saw the smile on Bitsy's face as she said thank you and his groin tightened a little. "Have a good night, Mr. Gellar," her final words were as she walked backwards out of his classroom before twirling around.
Later on that evening, after a glass of wine and a phone call to his fiancé that did not end in phone sex as he was hoping it might, Rod grabbed his brief case and sat down on his couch, leaning back and crossing his leg over. He pulled out all the papers, leafed through until he found Bitsy's paper, and put the rest back in his brief case. He grabbed a pen, pulled his coffee table closer, and settled into a long read.
However, by the time he was done reading the first paragraph, he was not proud, but his hand was wrapped around his 7 inch cock, pumping slowly up and down.
Her thesis was "Every night, I go to sleep dreaming of sucking your cock, Mr. Gellar, and every morning, I wake up with my fingers in my pussy, wishing it was your cock."
Suffice to say, the rest of the paper was horribly inappropriate, and if anyone caught him with it, he'd be fired on the spot. It was a list of fantasies, ranging from being thrown and ravished on his desk, to her sucking his cock beneath his desk while he taught class, to serving detention on her knees, to being spanked for cheating on a test... She even had a fantasy about him taking her tight ass.
At the end of the "essay," if you could even call it that, she included her phone number, in case he had any questions or wanted to send her any dirty pictures. Legitimately, that's what she suggested.
And fuck, it was tempting. And just as he was about to dial the number, it hit him; she was a student of his. Sure, she was 18 already, and she wouldn't be his student for very much longer, but still. He could lose his job. No, strike that, he WOULD lose his job.
