Rebecca Lewis was late for her lesson. She hurtled up the corridor and turned onto the stairs towards Biology, when she smacked straight into a tall figure, scattering pupil's workbooks everywhere, fluttering down to the floor like purple birds.
Rebecca cursed under her breath and looked up at the figure
'Sorry I-'
It was Mr Tate. Her stomach did a double flip and her mouth was suddenly completely dry. Mr Tate was Rebecca's dream man.
Ever since her first lesson with Mr Tate, Rebecca had desired him. Mr Tate was not conventionally attractive, but he was tall- standing at 6"4, he towered over Rebecca, who was around 5"6. He had broad shoulders, a crooked nose and was never clean shaven. She spent hours thinking about him, and spent her nights wrapped in fantasies of running her fingers through his dark brown hair, staring into his clear blue eyes as he fucked her senseless on her desk, against his filing cabinet, on the rough school carpet. But she always knew that these fantasies could only ever be fantasies. It was his lack of interest, his sternly professional attitude towards his pupils, that attracted Rebecca to him most. He would never even touch a pupil on the elbow, let alone kiss them. And Rebecca always knew this.
But that didn't stop Rebecca from squirming and becoming damp whenever she saw him. Every lesson with him, she had to force herself to concentrate on her History work, and keep her eyes away from the bulge in his trousers.
And so now, standing before him, flustered as he looked amusedly down at her, she felt no different. Her breathing sped up, her 34DD breasts heaving beneath her school shirt, and she had to clasp her thighs together as her knickers suddenly moistened. Eventually, she seemed to recover her equilibrium and spoke breathlessly:
'Sorry Mr Tate, I was just rushing I didn't see you'
He gave her a crooked grin that made her clamp her thighs together again, and bent down to pick up some of his scattered books.
'No worries Rebecca, I was miles away myself.' As Rebecca bent down to help him, her bag dislodged itself from her shoulder, dropping to the floor and spilling it's contents. She flushed embarrassedly and she bent to begin retrieving her own books and pencils, which had rolled all over the place. Between them they eventually managed to clear the floor, and straightened up.
'Well I think you must be really late for your lesson now' the teacher grinned. Rebecca smiled back at him again, flushing and squirming. Breathlessly- practically panting- she agreed with him, and began her way up the stairs, with thoughts of bunking off of Biology and locking herself in the toilets for the hour to masturbate.
***
He watched her half run shakily up the stairs, and let out a long deep breath. Looking around, he strided into his classroom and sat at his desk, depositing the books on the cabinet next to him, and leant his head in his hands.
Jon Tate had always prided himself on his professionality. He had only been a teacher for three, nearly four years, and had impressed his tutors at University with his passion for teaching, accompanied by his self-discipline and morals. This was why Jon had found himself so unhappy recently. He had broken the top, practically unspoken rule. He had found himself attracted to a student.
She had been in the first class he ever taught at this school. She was only 14 at the time, and she was awkward and slightly spotty, still with braces on. She still had puppy fat. But she had been hardworking and conscientious, and he had liked her for being so sweet. The next year, Rebecca's grades stayed top of the class, she grew more confident in her answers in lessons, and she produced essays that were thought provoking and original. She continued to work hard throughout exams, and he found in their one on one sessions that he truly enjoyed her company. but still, she was a gawky awkward teenager, with no idea on how to handle herself. He had grown to like her even more, and requested her to be in his set the next year when she moved onto her final year of school.
That was when everything changed.
It had been a long summer, and when Jon returned he had a long day teaching the brand new, shiny nosed children entering school for the first time. He had been waiting all day for his final lesson, with class 13A- Rebecca's class. He was looking forward to teaching students he knew again, and couldn't wait to read their essays. When the class piled in, Jon began to teach, not realising that Rebecca had been running late. When the door knocked, he turned away from the whiteboard and looked in the direction of the soft, timid sound.
It was Rebecca, and she couldn't have been more different. The young, quiet and blushing woman stood before him was gorgeous. No longer spotty, she now had smooth and glowing skin, her blush set rosy pink against her creamy white face. She had grown about 3 inches taller, enough for her puppy fat to smooth out into a flat stomach, wide hips, and a slim waist, and her breasts had grown another couple of sizes so that they now bulged softly at the top of her school shirt. Perhaps because of these new improvements, Jon seemed to appreciate her old assets more, finding himself for once taking into account her wild, curly, but beautifully shiny ginger hair, and her warm brown eyes. As Jon stared at her, he felt his heart rate increase, his cock get hard.
And that was how it had happened. What had once been fondness and affection for a sweet intelligent student, had become desire for smart and sexy young woman, and Jon found that their one on one sessions were now hours of having to clench his fists and force himself to listen to her, waiting until he could finally leave them and masturbate furiously. He was sickened with himself. Even though Rebecca was no child anymore- he had sang her 'Happy Birthday' along with the rest of her class on her 18th birthday last year- his desire felt wrong. She was his student, and he was in a position of trust. But still, he ached to touch her, and felt himself leaning into her when she was working next to him, waiting for her to accidentally brush against him. Anything to assuage this burning desire. Redheads became his new fetish, and when he was out now he seemed to always end the nights pounding a flaming haired woman mercilessly, picturing his student as he came.
He couldn't help it. He wanted Rebecca Lewis. He wanted her bad.
