For four years, I took French class in last period just because Professor Diablo taught it. He had started teaching in our private school right out of college and was only ten years my senior. He was gorgeous: tall, dark haired and muscular with soul searching brown eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses. Ever since I became aware of my sexuality, he dominated my fantasies. Even when I was with my teen boyfriend, I imagined I was with him, feeling him, kissing him...
For the past couple months, I had tried to make my feelings clear to him. Whenever I had his class, I would wear my shortest uniform and prettiest panties and sit right in front of him so that I could give him a special, private, show. Though I caught him off guard a few times, he never let on. However, today, it was all going to change: it was my eighteenth birthday.
Being the most popular girl in high school had lots of perks-, one of those was that no one forgot your birthday. There was a big sign that read "Happy Eighteenth Birthday Sasha" posted on the blackboard and if that wasn't enough to entice Professor Diablo, I had worked up something else to get his attention.
I wore my tightest white shirt to show off my 34D-cups and shortest plaid school skirt to show off my and long tan legs, left my streaked blonde hair loose and, most seductively, no panties I sat in front of the class where I usually did so that I could give him my little private show. I answered every single question he asked just to get his attention and when he looked my way, I opened my legs wide enough for him to see my pink, wet, little pussy lips and clit. I did this during his entire class until I could tell he was completely aroused.It was no surprise that at the end of class he asked me to stay back so that we could discuss my progress in his class.
"Sasha, I must say, you've been a very, very bad girl in my class." He said as he got up from his desk. He turned and walked towards me until he towered over me, his body brushing lightly against mine. With a voice full of arousal, he said: "You know it's against school rules to wear a skirt without underwear."
I looked at him seductively and replied "I apologize, professor, but my pussy's sore from fucking my boyfriend whole night." I challenged him: "I've been a bad girl professor, what are you gonna do about it"
He smirked slyly and began to gather his books and papers into his briefcase. "I have no idea what I'm going to do about it, but let's see what your principal has to say."