The Seduction of Mr Shuffield
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You have no idea what he does to me. I sit near the back of his class – mainly on purpose so he’s not aware that I’m always staring at him – while he teaches and lectures us on Government and Economics. What he says, I’m not always for certain, as I’m preoccupied with the way he moves and talks.
Sometimes I’m not careful with my gawking and he’ll catch me several times while I’m staring at his ass as he bends down to grab the piece of chalk he may have ‘accidentally’ dropped while writing something on the chalkboard. He does this quite often and sometimes I can’t help but wonder if it’s because he likes the attention, or if he’s that clumsy with the chalk. Hell, if I were dealing with something that small, I’m not sure how well I’d be able to hold on to it either. Most of the time he just gives me this knowing look and his eyes seem to tell me what I want to hear – or it’s just my imagination.
I hate when that damn bell rings. My daydreams and fantasies of what I want – or should I say plan – to do to him are shattered and I’m left there with wet panties and an aching desire. I really need to get a hold of myself and get over these damned fantasies before they consume my entire being and affect the rest of my schoolwork. It’s bad enough when I can barely pay attention in his class. I don’t need that spilling over to any of the other classrooms. Lucky for me, his class was the last one for the day.
It’s sad really, because I know I could have any of these high school boys at my beck and call whenever I so choose, but the thing is, I don’t have the desire to play with any of them. Don’t get me wrong, up until my senior year, that’s what I did. I had my way with these boys. I would manipulate them into giving me what I wanted. Any test answers – boom, they were mine. Any notes for the class I may have missed, or simply didn’t pay attention in – I got'em. Anything I wanted, I got.
I was very skilled at using my looks to my advantage. I don’t exactly look like I’m in high school. In fact, I look like I should be halfway through college already. I’m somewhat tall – standing at 5’8. I’d consider that tall for a girl. I have the curves of a grown woman and the facial features to go along with it. I definitely don’t look my age. Maybe that’s why I needed something different than these high school boys. Maybe I needed something – or someone – a little more mature. Maybe a man instead of a boy…
I needed a new challenge. I needed something exciting to go after. That’s when I met Mr. Shuffield. This is his first year to teach at my school, so no one knew what to expect from his classes. I was curious and excited to see what I was dealing with. I had heard that he was attractive, but when I walked into his room for the first time, I was like DAYUMMM! Totally did not meet my expectations – and that’s a damn good thing!
My immediate infatuation with Mr. Shuffield led me to make the stupid decision to sit at the front of the class. I wasn’t thinking clearly, obviously, because as soon as I sat down, I realized that sitting in that seat wouldn’t allow me to safely scope out my next project. And I quickly discovered how easily I would get caught for staring. It was so fucking embarrassing when I zoned out and got lost as I was staring at his ass while he was writing on the chalk board. I don’t know if he sensed that his ass was being stared at or what? But before I could look up, he quickly turned around. I quickly looked up, only to meet his piercing eyes. We held a knowing look – he knew I was staring and I wasn’t going to deny it. I knew right then that he was going to either be easy or very difficult to conquer. I was definitely hoping for easy, but wasn’t too sure at that point. And that uncertainty only made me want him more.
You think I would’ve learned my lesson and been a little more careful about checking him out. Either I didn’t care…or I didn’t care. I’m leaning towards that I didn’t care. Every time he would turn around, he’d look directly at me. I definitely did my best to let him know what I thought as I purposely let me eyes trail up and down his body. My, oh my, I bet you look yummy under those clothes…
His only response was to look me right in the eye. That was it. But I could see something different with each look. Something wasn’t right, and I couldn’t quite put a finger on it. Only being 18, I’m not exactly seasoned on what to expect when a man is aroused and wanting you. A teenage boy is kinda obvious, but his reaction wasn’t like anything I’d ever seen up to that point. I was slightly concerned because I wasn’t sure if he wanted me, or if I were in trouble. The thought of the latter was very unsettling so I looked away and paid very little attention to him the rest of the class.
I let out a huge sigh of relief when the bell rang. I quickly gathered my things and made a beeline for the door. I think he may have tried to call out my name before I reached the door. If he did, I didn’t hear him. I was determined to get the fuck out of there and save whatever dignity I still had left.
*
“Lindsey! Get your ass out of bed! You’re gonna be late for school again!”
I lay there, listening to my annoying alarm clock, the yelling of my mother, as I tried to wake myself up. I seriously hate Mondays. It’s the most annoying and pointless day of the week. It’s also the nagging reminder that I have to endure another week of all the petty drama bullshit that goes with the fantastic life of high school. Ugh, just shoot me now!
“Okay! Geez, I’m getting up!”
And that’s exactly what I didn’t want to do. I didn’t want to leave the safe, warm confines of my wonderful bed. Pulling those covers back and getting up meant stepping into the real world to deal with real life situations and real life problems. Why should I have to do that? Why can’t I stay in bed for the rest of my life? It would definitely make life much more enjoyable. But then I remembered something. If I don’t get out of bed, then I won’t get to see Mr. Shuffield. That alone was the motivation I needed to get up.
I finally rolled my lazy ass out of bed and headed for the shower. For some reason I felt the need to linger under the hot water. It was so nice and relaxing. I love the way the water feels when it’s cascading down my body, the warm water teasing my nipples, making them hard. I sometimes can’t help it and I’ll reach up and play with them. It never fails to send a rippling affect through my body, especially to my pussy.
If only you could see what I do while I think of you. The way I touch myself, my hands roaming over my body while I think of what you would do to me, completely drives me insane. My fingers love to work themselves in and out of my tight pussy. Mmmm, I just love to imagine them being your hard cock even though I know your cock would be much bigger than my slender fingers, but the results are still the same. And even in the shower right now, my fingers are busy inside my cunt. My eyes are closed; I can feel you behind me thrusting that cock of yours in and out of me. Ohhhh, fuck it feels too good…
Lost in my own thoughts, I hadn’t realized that I started fingering myself. I used one hand to brace myself against the shower wall while my other hand was busy playing with my pussy. My fingers curled upward as I began rubbing the spot at the top of my canal. I had discovered that spot during play time a few months back, and ever since then, I always go to that spot when I need a quick release. Not that I’m a fan of a quickie or anything. Nope, I’d much rather have everything done the proper way. Even if that means having the hell fucked out of me for two or three hours. Now that would be an amazing thing to have happen.
My fingers continued to dig deep and it took everything I had to stifle my moans. I wanted so bad to scream out his name as my orgasm neared its breaking point. I knew I couldn’t though – especially if I wanted to see the light of day ever again. Well, that may not be so bad, but to never see Mr. Shuffield? I wouldn’t be to handle that at all. So I resorted to my best method of keeping quiet – eating my fist. Mmhmm, it’s the only way I’m going to keep quiet in a desperate situation. And this situation definitely called for it.
I trembled through the rest of my orgasm as my fingers finally came to stop. I couldn’t tell if I was completely soaked from the orgasm I just had, or if it was from the water that splashed over my hand as I fingered myself silly. Either way, I was very wet and definitely loving it.
“You’ve been in there long enough! You’re gonna be late, Lindsey!”
I about jumped through the ceiling after she pounded on the door and yelled through it. Needless to say, my fingers quickly left my cunt.
“Damn it, mom! You scared the hell out of me! I’m getting out now, geez…”
I quickly got out of the shower and dried off before heading to my room to get dressed for the day. Oh, how badly I was dreading going to school. The silver lining in all of it though was the fact that I could work on my project – Mr. Shuffield, obviously – and possibly make some progress. Ha! Who am I kidding? I’m no closer to seducing him than the Cleveland Browns are to reaching the Super Bowl. Damn, and that’s pretty fucking far.
I slipped into a pair of tight fitting jeans with a low cut blouse that seemed to enhance my breasts. Like I really needed the help there.
*
Like I said, I hate the fucking mellow-yellow, bullshit drama. Not even two hours into the school day and there’s already been a fight, rumors being spread around that Katie McDaniels and Josh Perry are now fucking and that she’s possibly pregnant with his kid, and now for the big time rumor and you’ll never guess what it is… that I’m fucking Mr. Shuffield! I’m not gonna deny it of course because I’m wishing it were actually true!
It’s actually pretty comical because of the way the rumor got started. Apparently I was hanging all over him before class – sitting on the edge of his desk is what I was actually doing – and being flirtatious with him in a completely inappropriate way. I’m gonna have to call bullshit on that one because all I was doing was trying to be friendly and have a conversation with him. I’m slightly offended because I wouldn’t be so careless about my intentions of trying to fuck him like that. No, I’ve been very stealth-like regarding the other students. There’s no way I would ruin this man’s career over a piece of meaningless ass. I just want his cock – even if it’s just one time – and be done with it. Maybe after graduation I might tell a friend or three, but until then, I’m keeping a vow of silence regarding our sexual encounter – assuming I’m able to pull it off.
Anyways, apparently Bethany Sharp wants to fuck him as well. That’s why she started the rumor that he and I were fucking. Dumb bitch…all you’re doing is digging your grave deeper and deeper. All you did is give me an opening. And once I capitalize, then you can have my sloppy seconds. But until then, you need to keep my name out of your slutty mouth.
*
“We’re gonna go over a slide show of what happened to Lehman’s and AIG just before their bankruptcy,” Mr. Shuffield began as he turned toward the class before turning on the projector, “when you have sixty-four billion dollars in assets, you definitely need more than twenty-six billion dollars of stock holder equity to prevent a panic and meltdown of your banking system. With those numbers comes a pretty high leverage ratio. At one point, Lehman’s gross leverage ratio was near 30:1. That’s way too high to get by on. But as time went by, they were able to drop that down to 21:1.They were doing all the right things before going bankrupt. But their net leverage was actually down to around 10:1, which is the stuff they were actually economically responsible for.”
What the fuck are you talking about, guy? I’m sitting there trying to wrap my head around all the figures he’s throwing at us and it’s doing nothing but causing me confusion along with a nice little headache from trying to focus on what he’s saying.
I noticed, however, that his looks kept coming my way. I could’ve been seeing things, but I was pretty sure he was looking at me whenever possible. But that look in his eyes from a few weeks ago was back. I felt my pulse begin to race and the butterflies start to flutter in my stomach as that familiar feeling over took me. I was definitely becoming aroused. My panties were quickly collecting my juices as he continued to lecture the class. A sudden feeling of uneasiness began to settle in. Was he planning on seducing me? Or was my imagination going like crazy once again? I’m not sure how to handle a grown ass man wanting me. Wait, that’s if he actually does want me. We’ll see what happens after class.
Oh God, I think I’m gonna puke… I just happened to look over at little Miss Bethany Sharp to witness her just staring at Mr. Shuffield with dreamy eyes. But the funny and ironic thing about the situation – he wasn’t even looking her way! He may have glanced at her once or twice – and for her sake was a good thing, considering how obvious she was being about her infatuation with him – but nothing more than a quick second before he looked my way again. After a few times of this, she happened to catch on. She looked back towards my direction, only to be greeted with my sarcastic smile. She rolled her eyes and continued to openly gawk at him like she had a realistic shot of getting him first.
His lecture began to wind down – finally – before everyone started to gather their belongings. And as I was finishing packing up the rest of my stuff, his lecture finally ended. This was the last class of the day and I was grateful to be able to get out of the school, get home, and hopefully be able to have proper play time until my parents got home. After the little bout of constant eye contact, I definitely needed the sweet release.
“Lindsey, I need to speak with you after class.” Maybe he plans on being the seducer…
The room turned completely silent, as if someone pulled the plug on a radio. I was caught off guard by his demand. I slowly turned towards him and acknowledged what he had said with a simple nod of my head. By now the entire class was staring at me. It’s like they were thinking that either the rumor were true, or he was gonna talk to me about the rumor. Either way, it was very nerve-racking having my fellow peers look at me like that. Of course I got the snotty, bitchy look from Bethany, which was really no surprise to me.
Finally the bell rang and the entire class – except for yours truly – left the room.
“Slut…” Bethany whispered to me as she walked by me, giving me the evil death look at the same time.
“You’re just jealous…” BOOM! – A subtle response that definitely shook her to her core. She stopped dead in her tracks, looked at me, and then huffed out of the room like a little kid on a temper tantrum. A sense of satisfaction temporarily covering the anxiety I was feeling for actually being alone with my sexy teacher.
“Shut the door, then pull up a chair by my desk,” he ordered me after the last of the students were gone.
I got up from my desk and shut the door, making sure it latched all the way shut. Thank God these doors were solid and didn’t have a window. Not like I planned to try anything with him. I didn’t have a plan put together, so I wasn’t going to try. I’m pretty sure I’d quickly forget what the word ‘no’ means if he has any aspirations to fuck me. And you can bet I was willing to drop that word from my vocabulary.
“So what’s up?” I asked him as I sat down in the chair next to his desk.
“I just wanted to bring something to your attention. I had heard that we, uhm…”
“Are having sex?” I blurted out to ease the awkwardness he was feeling.
“Yeah…” his face turned bright red.
“I heard that one this morning. You know who started it?” I couldn’t help but smile at his embarrassment.
“I have my suspects… do you know who it was?”
“Ohhhh, yeah. And, she’s in this class…” I tried to gesture to where little Miss Jealousy sits.
“Ahhh, does her last name rhyme with ‘tarp’?”
“Uh, huh…sure does.” I looked up at him and could see the amusement start to form across his face.
“I thought so. It makes a lot of sense though…have you done or said anything to disperse the rumor at all? Cause I’d hate to get in trouble over something that’s not true.”
“Nah, I kinda went along with it. I think it’s hilarious if we’re being honest here. And you know the rumor is only going to flame now…” I trailed off as our eyes met. God, I wanted him so fucking bad.
“Yeah, I thought about that after everyone else left. Oops…” he quickly looked away, as if he were in some sort of battle with himself.
“I’m not too worried about it.” I’m trying to let him know what I’m feeling. He’s either oblivious to it, or he’s doing his best to ignore it. “It’s not like I’m 18 or anything…” I trailed off as his gaze met mine once again. You’re mine now… I can see it…
“But you’re my student and that seems...”
“Wrong?” I quickly finished his sentence. I felt myself become flushed. My face and chest felt like they were still quite a few shades of red below his.
“Yeah…you’re good…”
“You know,” I started as I stood up and slowly walked to him before pushing his chair back a bit to straddle his waist – I guess I’ll be the seducer now…only cause you don’t think I want to – “we might as well make this rumor true…” I finished as I stared into his eyes before pressing my lips to his. Wow, this was way too easy…
*
I entered my house with a buzz from the natural high you get when you do something exhilarating or something you’re not supposed to do. My senses were heightened – every touch to my skin felt amazing. I quickly made my way to my room, extremely grateful that my mom wasn’t home yet.
I quickly stripped down and slid into bed with an extremely wet pussy. I wasted no time. I dove two fingers as deep as I could into my cunt and began hammering away, the palm of my hand hitting my clit with each thrust. My pussy was on fire, my clit throbbing and aching. I continued fingering myself as hard as I could. Images of Mr. Shuffield’s cock pounding my pussy while I lie on his desk were running through my mind. My breathing and moaning began to quicken, my walls already constricting my fingers. I knew this wasn’t going to last long, but I didn’t care. I was so fucking horny that I needed this, and I needed it NOW!
I pinched and pulled on my nipples, imagining his mouth covering them, sucking them into his mouth, biting down on them with his teeth.
“Ooohhhh, baby!”
I couldn’t help myself. I moaned out his name, the name that I needed so fucking bad. With every image of his cock working itself deep inside of me, the closer I came to exploding all over my hand. My free hand still busy tweaking my nipples as my clit continued to be stimulated by the palm of my hand.
Ohhh, Mr. Shuffield! If only you could really see me now! Mmmmm, my fingers, once again, are your hard, throbbing cock that’s pounding this tight pussy. Fuckkkk, I sooo badly need you to punish this cunt with that cock of yours…fuckkkkkk! I need it NOW!!!!
My moans and words became very incoherent as the most powerful orgasm I had yet to experience ripped through my body. I had no control over myself. My back arched off the bed, my fingers still moving like crazy, eyes shut tight. I couldn’t hear myself until I finally came down from the amazing orgasm I just had. When I finally regained my senses, all I could do was lie there and try to catch my breath. I felt amazing, so fucking good, lying on the bed. I withdrew my fingers and decided it would be wise to get cleaned up and dressed before the ‘rents got home.
All through dinner I couldn’t stop thinking about Mr. Shuffield. My fortunes had drastically changed in one day, and I was so excited for it. I tried eating, but I kept zoning out with the same images running through my head. I really wanted that cock of his, but I knew I couldn’t have it just yet. Maybe tomorrow if you play your cards right…
Thank God, my parents were oblivious to my constant distraction.
*
I slipped out of bed just minutes before my alarm clock went off. I made my way over to the closet and decided I’d pull out something that would definitely drive him crazy. Where the hell are you? I was looking for my plaid skirt that was about mid-thigh length, the white button up shirt and the tie that matched the skirt. The only time I had ever worn that was for Halloween two years ago when I felt like being the little school girl.
To everyone else, I was wearing it for shits and giggles. As for myself, I was wearing it to gauge his reaction. And, possibly to see if little Miss Sharp would catch on. I was actually banking on her realizing my intentions. After all, I had to do something to get that little bitch back. Ah, there you are. I plucked the handy little item out of the closet and tossed it on the bed before heading to the shower.
The look on my mom’s face when I came out of the shower was definitely priceless. I shut my door before I got into the shower out of habit. She thought I was still in there sleeping until I came waltzing from the bathroom.
“Excuse me, mom,” I said, just as I was about to walk into my room.
“Wow, you’re up early.”
I just smiled at her and went into my room, closing the door in her face. I finished drying off before getting dressed. I applied all the essentials before making my way down to breakfast.
“You feeling okay, Linds?” My dad asked as I cheerfully sat down at the kitchen table where a plate of bacon and eggs awaited me.
“I’m feeling fine, daddy!” I beamed at him before attempting to eat even though I was feeling pretty nervous about the day.
“You seem extra…cheerful…and what is this for?” gesturing to my outfit, “Is it dress up day at school or something?”
I couldn’t help but laugh at him. He was very clueless and I definitely wanted to keep it that way. I’m sure he’d kill me and Mr. Shuffield if he ever found out about any of this.
“No, daddy,” I giggled, “I just felt like wearing it.”
“Okay, then…” he trailed off before going back to his coffee. Oh how I adored that man. Never questioning what I do unless it puts me in danger of course.
I finished up my breakfast and decided to head out a little early. I’m not sure why, considering his class is the last one of the day. But I think it was more for the drive of solitude to gather my thoughts and actions for the day. I’m not too sure why I was fretting over it so much. All I was going to do was make things obvious, which would only damage things between us. Not that those things came close enough to being ruined as it was. Damn you, Bethany…
“Leaving already?” Mom asked before I made it to the door with my bag and keys in hand.
“Yeah,” placing my hand on the handle of the door, “there’s a project I’m working on at school and I wanna get there early to continue making progress on it.”
“Oh okay, well have a good day at school then.” She looked a little confused. Her 18 year-old daughter was up before normal, in a cheerful mood and wanting to leave early to work on a school project?
“Thanks, Mom!” I walked out the door and headed for my car. If only you knew what the project was…
I decided to take the long way to school. Obviously I had nothing there waiting on me, so there was no rush. Besides, this would allow me to clear my thoughts and focus on the task I was determined to accomplish since things were ruined by the jealous bitch.
I was in his lap, things were getting hot and heavy, hands roaming, lips locked together, when a knock came to his door. I quickly jumped up and off him and sat down in the chair I was sitting in just as the door opened and little Bethany Sharp walked in. I was so fucking furious that I could’ve gotten up and hit her right in the face. I honestly would have if it weren’t for Mr. Shuffield. But I didn’t want to cause any unnecessary drama and risk everything. Nope, my sexual desire for my teacher was way too high for me to risk fucking it up, so I just sat there and bit my tongue.
“Lindsey, I need to talk to Mr. Shuffield about something for a few minutes. Will you please excuse us?” She stood there giving me a threatening look; as if to warn me that things could easily get ugly.
“I’m sure that whatever it is you have to say can be said in front of me…” I shot back, giving her the same look that she gave me. “Cause I’m sure it probably has something to do with me…”
Her facial expression drastically changed. She once wore the stern I-have-the-upper-hand look, to the shocked and timid look.
“You don’t know that!” She went to say something else, but nothing came out.
“I don’t? Then prove it to me.”
“I…uh…well…” she began stuttering, “will you just excuse us?! Please?”
Well, since you said please… “Okay, fine, have your wish then. I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Shuffield,” I finished as I turned toward him and gave him a wink without Bethany seeing me. I walked out of his class room and headed home, not even caring to stop and eaves drop on their conversation. Not like it really mattered anyways.
*
Why can’t I ever have anything fun and exciting going on when I want the day to rush by? This is bullshit because if I hadn’t been looking forward to after school, then the day would pretty much already be over. But no. I’m not that fortune. Maybe something is trying to tell me that I need to be patient in order to get what I want?
I opted to read a book during Ms. Moore’s class, but that didn’t work very well. My thoughts kept drifting towards Mr. Shuffield and the kiss we shared the day before. So hot and passionate that kiss was getting before we were rudely interrupted. Just remembering the way my panties were instantly soaked as I began grinding myself against the hard bulge in his pants. There was no mistaking that he wanted me. His hard cock was all the evidence I needed, and I was on the brink of having it out. It frustrates me to no end every time I think about us being interrupted like that. I just about had my prize until it was taken from me.
The next three classes were much more bearable. At least they kept me busy with the work that was assigned. And even then, I still wasn’t completely focused on it. He kept surfacing every time I was able to finally rid him from my thoughts. He was really beginning to consume my thoughts and that left me slightly concerned. What’s going to happen if I actually do get to fuck him? Am I gonna turn into some crazy stalker chick afterwards? Or am I gonna act as if everything is normal? That question began to eat at me. Time for the next class…
“Damn, Linds…looking very sexy today,” Caleb, the dumbass football player, said as I walked past him, heading to my next class. I was hoping he’d leave it at that and go on about his merry little way, but no, he caught up to me before pulling me into him. I humored him by hugging him back.
You see, Caleb was one of my play toys. I could manipulate him to do anything I wanted. All I had to do in return was fuck him whenever it worked out for both of us. He’s not exactly a bad lay – other than the fact I had to show him how to fuck me properly instead of just lying on top of me and going at it – but it was just too easy. I quickly became bored with him and decided to move on to something else – which happened to be Mr. Shuffield. And now Caleb is thinking he’s gonna fuck me after school. Which I may do if the plan falls through with my Economics teacher.
“Well, thank you…I suppose…” I trailed off, suddenly feeling awkward in his presence.
He then whispered in my ear, “Are you dressed like this for Mr. Shuffield? To let him properly fuck the school girl since it’s already happening? Or what? You normally don’t wear something like this…”
Fuck you, Caleb! If I were fucking him, what business is it of yours anyways?! “Maybe I did…maybe I didn’t. What’s it to ya anyways?” I cocked my head to the side that accompanied a playful smile.
“You know how rumors are. According to Bethany, you two are fucking…”
“Yeah, I heard that too…I’m pretty sure she wants to fuck him and is jealous of the lack of attention he gives her. It’s more directed my way.” I blushed a little at my confession to Caleb.
“Oohhh, that would make sense. I was kinda worried that you were for a second there…by the way, what are you doing after school today?”
I knew this was coming. And I won’t be doing you…well, unless I fail with Him. “I’m gonna try and make that rumor true,” I said with a wink.
He started to smile before breaking out in laughter, “You’re too funny!” Obviously he’s thinking I’m being witty and sarcastic.
And you’re too naïve! “It’s what I do, but I gotta go so I’m not late for my next class. I’ll text you later!” I quickly got a move on it.
“Okay, see ya!” He yelled out to me.
I wasn’t too worried for the rest of my classes. There really was no need to worry. I knew I had something to fall back on in case I totally squandered my chance with ever getting cock from Mr. Shuffield. And hopefully it’s something I don’t fuck up. Gah, I don’t think I’d be able to ever look at him the same. I’m sure I’d be too embarrassed to even show up for his class. But if I didn’t show up, then people would definitely know what’s up. Eek…I’m in a shitty situation either way…
The time had finally come to see whether or not I had what it takes to make him mine. I’m sure that he would’ve fucked me the day before had we not been interrupted, but my worry now, is if he came to his senses and realized how close we were to being caught in the act by the person who started the rumor? I was terrified he had, and this prevented me from even looking his way as I purposely slid into my seat a few seconds after the bell rang.
And even though I wasn’t looking at him, I could feel his gaze resting upon me. I figured it was because I was late, but then I remembered what I was wearing. A naughty grin came across my face as I slowly turned my head to look at him. We made eye contact before I noticed that same look in his eyes. I winked at him and quickly looked away so the other students wouldn’t realize what was going on.
I was quickly becoming wet before he stood up to begin teaching the class. At this point, I wasn’t even concerned if he was aware of me staring at him, sizing him up like he’s my next prey. I wanted him so bad that I wasn’t sure if I could make it through the class without jumping his bones. Which is something I was thinking had to be done in order for him to fuck me. Maybe that’s what he wanted? Maybe he wanted me to make the first move so it looked better on him if we were to ever get caught for having sex? That sounded very plausible and realistic.
I didn’t really pay much attention to what he was saying at the front of the class. I was too distracted by thinking of ways to seduce him, which sucked when he put me on the spot in front of the class. And even now, I still can’t remember what he asked me. But I remember my response being somewhere along the lines of: “What?” Talk about being embarrassed. The whole class laughed at my expense, but he kept his cool. He just stared at me for a couple seconds. I think he was genuinely mad…well, at least annoyed with me.
“You can just stay after class…”
The whole room went quiet, my face turned red and Bethany gave me the death glare. I felt embarrassed because I was put on the spot like that; then he told me to stay after, only making everyone else in the room more suspicious of our possible affair. Which looked like it’s on its way to being true. God, I fucking hope so…
“Okay,” I sheepishly replied, trying my best to sound convincing. There were some snickers and giggles going around the room. If only you people knew what’s going to take place…
He went back to his lecture, and this time, I tried to pay as much attention to him as I could, but I kept picturing him naked at the front of the class. That did nothing for my arousal, and even more so, when he kept looking at me, it turned me on even further because I could tell that my attire was driving him nuts.
Every now and then, I’d spread my legs just enough to reveal my panties to him. I’m not sure if he was able to see up my skirt from where he was standing, but the thought of it thrilled me to no end. My clit was throbbing, my pussy buzzing, as I sat there and wished upon everything that my fantasy would finally come true. And even looking at the clock didn’t help either. It was like Father Time was playing a cruel joke, knowing exactly what I was wanting, and doing what he could to delay that.
I tried to ignore everything and focus on his lecture, but all I could hear was him telling me how I looked, how bad he wants me, what he’s going to do to me. Mmmm, I want this class to be done with so he can completely take me, anything he wants to do to me, I’m his. I just needed that damn bell to ring so it can happen – even if I have to take matters into my own hands. (Yes, I know I just repeated myself.)
I pulled out my notebook and the textbook for his class and began skimming through the pages to try and finding something interesting to read. I figured if I could at least be productive in this class, it would help my cause greatly. Besides, I probably should try to learn something while I’m here. After all, I didn’t sign up for this class to sit and gawk at the teacher all period. It’s just something that came with the program.
I tried and tried to find something, but no avail. I was way too horny to concentrate on anything but Mr. Shuffield. Fuck this… I closed the notebook and textbook before looking at him. If I’m gonna be distracted, I might as well do it the right way, and stare at him like I’m paying attention. I began looking at him until…
BBRRRRRRRIIINNNGGGGG!!!
The damned bell rang and pretty much scared the hell out of me. I hadn’t been expecting it and didn’t realize how fast the time had gone by either. I was thrilled, ecstatic, as the rest of the class got up to leave. I stayed put, considering he did tell me to stay after. I leaned back in my chair and gave little Miss Bethany Sharp a smile as she walked past me. I knew what she was thinking.
“So, Lindsey, why is it that you’re having a difficult time paying attention in my class?” He asked after the last student – which ironically happened to be Bethany – had left the room.
Gee, I wonder why? “I’m not too sure…”
He quickly went to the door before shutting and locking it. He then turned back to me, “I had to say that just so no one would become suspicious of anything.” He walked towards his desk. I took this as my cue and got up to follow him.
“What do you mean, Mr. Shuffield?” I tried to act as innocent as I could, but I knew he saw right through me.
“Oh, you know what I meant, Linds…” he trailed off as he looked at me. “You had to wear that today, didn’t you?” His eyes began roaming up and down my body.
“All for you, baby…and feel what you do to me,” I said before taking his hand, spreading my thighs and pressing his hand to my damp lace panties.
He curled his fingers upward and began rubbing my pussy through my panties while staring me right in the eyes. My pussy felt like it was going to explode from his touch. I had to brace myself against his desk so I wouldn’t fall over.
“Oohhhh, my God…this feels sooo amazing…”
“It’s about to feel better…” he replied before pushing my panties to the side and slipping a finger into my tight pussy.
“Ohhhh, fuckkk…” I moaned out, “you know, I almost didn’t wear panties today, but I decided to because I knew I’d be wet all day just thinking about having you deep inside me…”
“Oh yeah?” He worked a second finger inside me before seeking out my spot. My sudden cries told him he hit the jackpot.
“Uh, huh…I need this soooo bad…” My pussy was dripping all over his skilled fingers.
He curled his fingers inside my cunt and concentrated on my spot, alternating between rubbing and fingering me. He caught me off guard when his thumb started rubbing my clit.
“Ohhh, shit!”
“Take your panties off,” he ordered as he withdrew his fingers from pussy. I moaned out at the sudden emptiness before quickly shedding the panties I wore for him. “Good girl…”
He continued to sit where he was before he wrapped his arm around my waist to pull me closer to him. I took the cue and decided to sit in his lap, but facing away from him. I leaned back against his body as his hand snaked its way under my skirt before slipping two fingers into my young, tight pussy.
“Mmmmm, this feel so good…” I moaned out as his fingers began their magic in my tight cunt.
“Ha, just wait until I fuck you…”
“Oh God…” Like he’s gonna help me right now…
His sped up his fingering, really getting in there deep while I began grinding against his hand, the palm of his hand hitting my clit with each thrust. My moans were gaining in pitch, my cunt squeezing his thick fingers, before I realized that he wasn’t stopping until I came on his hand.
The sensations were racking through my body. It was like he knew exactly what I wanted, what I needed, as he continued to probe my pussy. I could feel my juices running down my ass, but at that point, I could’ve cared less. His fingers were busy in my cunt and I loved it. This was unlike any other guy I’ve ever experienced. He knew what he was doing. He knew what it was going to take to get me off. All those high school boys had nothing on this…man. Yeah, this man that’s about to show me how a girlTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
Sometimes I’m not careful with my gawking and he’ll catch me several times while I’m staring at his ass as he bends down to grab the piece of chalk he may have ‘accidentally’ dropped while writing something on the chalkboard. He does this quite often and sometimes I can’t help but wonder if it’s because he likes the attention, or if he’s that clumsy with the chalk. Hell, if I were dealing with something that small, I’m not sure how well I’d be able to hold on to it either. Most of the time he just gives me this knowing look and his eyes seem to tell me what I want to hear – or it’s just my imagination.
I hate when that damn bell rings. My daydreams and fantasies of what I want – or should I say plan – to do to him are shattered and I’m left there with wet panties and an aching desire. I really need to get a hold of myself and get over these damned fantasies before they consume my entire being and affect the rest of my schoolwork. It’s bad enough when I can barely pay attention in his class. I don’t need that spilling over to any of the other classrooms. Lucky for me, his class was the last one for the day.
It’s sad really, because I know I could have any of these high school boys at my beck and call whenever I so choose, but the thing is, I don’t have the desire to play with any of them. Don’t get me wrong, up until my senior year, that’s what I did. I had my way with these boys. I would manipulate them into giving me what I wanted. Any test answers – boom, they were mine. Any notes for the class I may have missed, or simply didn’t pay attention in – I got'em. Anything I wanted, I got.
I was very skilled at using my looks to my advantage. I don’t exactly look like I’m in high school. In fact, I look like I should be halfway through college already. I’m somewhat tall – standing at 5’8. I’d consider that tall for a girl. I have the curves of a grown woman and the facial features to go along with it. I definitely don’t look my age. Maybe that’s why I needed something different than these high school boys. Maybe I needed something – or someone – a little more mature. Maybe a man instead of a boy…
I needed a new challenge. I needed something exciting to go after. That’s when I met Mr. Shuffield. This is his first year to teach at my school, so no one knew what to expect from his classes. I was curious and excited to see what I was dealing with. I had heard that he was attractive, but when I walked into his room for the first time, I was like DAYUMMM! Totally did not meet my expectations – and that’s a damn good thing!
My immediate infatuation with Mr. Shuffield led me to make the stupid decision to sit at the front of the class. I wasn’t thinking clearly, obviously, because as soon as I sat down, I realized that sitting in that seat wouldn’t allow me to safely scope out my next project. And I quickly discovered how easily I would get caught for staring. It was so fucking embarrassing when I zoned out and got lost as I was staring at his ass while he was writing on the chalk board. I don’t know if he sensed that his ass was being stared at or what? But before I could look up, he quickly turned around. I quickly looked up, only to meet his piercing eyes. We held a knowing look – he knew I was staring and I wasn’t going to deny it. I knew right then that he was going to either be easy or very difficult to conquer. I was definitely hoping for easy, but wasn’t too sure at that point. And that uncertainty only made me want him more.
You think I would’ve learned my lesson and been a little more careful about checking him out. Either I didn’t care…or I didn’t care. I’m leaning towards that I didn’t care. Every time he would turn around, he’d look directly at me. I definitely did my best to let him know what I thought as I purposely let me eyes trail up and down his body. My, oh my, I bet you look yummy under those clothes…
His only response was to look me right in the eye. That was it. But I could see something different with each look. Something wasn’t right, and I couldn’t quite put a finger on it. Only being 18, I’m not exactly seasoned on what to expect when a man is aroused and wanting you. A teenage boy is kinda obvious, but his reaction wasn’t like anything I’d ever seen up to that point. I was slightly concerned because I wasn’t sure if he wanted me, or if I were in trouble. The thought of the latter was very unsettling so I looked away and paid very little attention to him the rest of the class.
I let out a huge sigh of relief when the bell rang. I quickly gathered my things and made a beeline for the door. I think he may have tried to call out my name before I reached the door. If he did, I didn’t hear him. I was determined to get the fuck out of there and save whatever dignity I still had left.
*
“Lindsey! Get your ass out of bed! You’re gonna be late for school again!”
I lay there, listening to my annoying alarm clock, the yelling of my mother, as I tried to wake myself up. I seriously hate Mondays. It’s the most annoying and pointless day of the week. It’s also the nagging reminder that I have to endure another week of all the petty drama bullshit that goes with the fantastic life of high school. Ugh, just shoot me now!
“Okay! Geez, I’m getting up!”
And that’s exactly what I didn’t want to do. I didn’t want to leave the safe, warm confines of my wonderful bed. Pulling those covers back and getting up meant stepping into the real world to deal with real life situations and real life problems. Why should I have to do that? Why can’t I stay in bed for the rest of my life? It would definitely make life much more enjoyable. But then I remembered something. If I don’t get out of bed, then I won’t get to see Mr. Shuffield. That alone was the motivation I needed to get up.
I finally rolled my lazy ass out of bed and headed for the shower. For some reason I felt the need to linger under the hot water. It was so nice and relaxing. I love the way the water feels when it’s cascading down my body, the warm water teasing my nipples, making them hard. I sometimes can’t help it and I’ll reach up and play with them. It never fails to send a rippling affect through my body, especially to my pussy.
If only you could see what I do while I think of you. The way I touch myself, my hands roaming over my body while I think of what you would do to me, completely drives me insane. My fingers love to work themselves in and out of my tight pussy. Mmmm, I just love to imagine them being your hard cock even though I know your cock would be much bigger than my slender fingers, but the results are still the same. And even in the shower right now, my fingers are busy inside my cunt. My eyes are closed; I can feel you behind me thrusting that cock of yours in and out of me. Ohhhh, fuck it feels too good…
Lost in my own thoughts, I hadn’t realized that I started fingering myself. I used one hand to brace myself against the shower wall while my other hand was busy playing with my pussy. My fingers curled upward as I began rubbing the spot at the top of my canal. I had discovered that spot during play time a few months back, and ever since then, I always go to that spot when I need a quick release. Not that I’m a fan of a quickie or anything. Nope, I’d much rather have everything done the proper way. Even if that means having the hell fucked out of me for two or three hours. Now that would be an amazing thing to have happen.
My fingers continued to dig deep and it took everything I had to stifle my moans. I wanted so bad to scream out his name as my orgasm neared its breaking point. I knew I couldn’t though – especially if I wanted to see the light of day ever again. Well, that may not be so bad, but to never see Mr. Shuffield? I wouldn’t be to handle that at all. So I resorted to my best method of keeping quiet – eating my fist. Mmhmm, it’s the only way I’m going to keep quiet in a desperate situation. And this situation definitely called for it.
I trembled through the rest of my orgasm as my fingers finally came to stop. I couldn’t tell if I was completely soaked from the orgasm I just had, or if it was from the water that splashed over my hand as I fingered myself silly. Either way, I was very wet and definitely loving it.
“You’ve been in there long enough! You’re gonna be late, Lindsey!”
I about jumped through the ceiling after she pounded on the door and yelled through it. Needless to say, my fingers quickly left my cunt.
“Damn it, mom! You scared the hell out of me! I’m getting out now, geez…”
I quickly got out of the shower and dried off before heading to my room to get dressed for the day. Oh, how badly I was dreading going to school. The silver lining in all of it though was the fact that I could work on my project – Mr. Shuffield, obviously – and possibly make some progress. Ha! Who am I kidding? I’m no closer to seducing him than the Cleveland Browns are to reaching the Super Bowl. Damn, and that’s pretty fucking far.
I slipped into a pair of tight fitting jeans with a low cut blouse that seemed to enhance my breasts. Like I really needed the help there.
*
Like I said, I hate the fucking mellow-yellow, bullshit drama. Not even two hours into the school day and there’s already been a fight, rumors being spread around that Katie McDaniels and Josh Perry are now fucking and that she’s possibly pregnant with his kid, and now for the big time rumor and you’ll never guess what it is… that I’m fucking Mr. Shuffield! I’m not gonna deny it of course because I’m wishing it were actually true!
It’s actually pretty comical because of the way the rumor got started. Apparently I was hanging all over him before class – sitting on the edge of his desk is what I was actually doing – and being flirtatious with him in a completely inappropriate way. I’m gonna have to call bullshit on that one because all I was doing was trying to be friendly and have a conversation with him. I’m slightly offended because I wouldn’t be so careless about my intentions of trying to fuck him like that. No, I’ve been very stealth-like regarding the other students. There’s no way I would ruin this man’s career over a piece of meaningless ass. I just want his cock – even if it’s just one time – and be done with it. Maybe after graduation I might tell a friend or three, but until then, I’m keeping a vow of silence regarding our sexual encounter – assuming I’m able to pull it off.
Anyways, apparently Bethany Sharp wants to fuck him as well. That’s why she started the rumor that he and I were fucking. Dumb bitch…all you’re doing is digging your grave deeper and deeper. All you did is give me an opening. And once I capitalize, then you can have my sloppy seconds. But until then, you need to keep my name out of your slutty mouth.
*
“We’re gonna go over a slide show of what happened to Lehman’s and AIG just before their bankruptcy,” Mr. Shuffield began as he turned toward the class before turning on the projector, “when you have sixty-four billion dollars in assets, you definitely need more than twenty-six billion dollars of stock holder equity to prevent a panic and meltdown of your banking system. With those numbers comes a pretty high leverage ratio. At one point, Lehman’s gross leverage ratio was near 30:1. That’s way too high to get by on. But as time went by, they were able to drop that down to 21:1.They were doing all the right things before going bankrupt. But their net leverage was actually down to around 10:1, which is the stuff they were actually economically responsible for.”
What the fuck are you talking about, guy? I’m sitting there trying to wrap my head around all the figures he’s throwing at us and it’s doing nothing but causing me confusion along with a nice little headache from trying to focus on what he’s saying.
I noticed, however, that his looks kept coming my way. I could’ve been seeing things, but I was pretty sure he was looking at me whenever possible. But that look in his eyes from a few weeks ago was back. I felt my pulse begin to race and the butterflies start to flutter in my stomach as that familiar feeling over took me. I was definitely becoming aroused. My panties were quickly collecting my juices as he continued to lecture the class. A sudden feeling of uneasiness began to settle in. Was he planning on seducing me? Or was my imagination going like crazy once again? I’m not sure how to handle a grown ass man wanting me. Wait, that’s if he actually does want me. We’ll see what happens after class.
Oh God, I think I’m gonna puke… I just happened to look over at little Miss Bethany Sharp to witness her just staring at Mr. Shuffield with dreamy eyes. But the funny and ironic thing about the situation – he wasn’t even looking her way! He may have glanced at her once or twice – and for her sake was a good thing, considering how obvious she was being about her infatuation with him – but nothing more than a quick second before he looked my way again. After a few times of this, she happened to catch on. She looked back towards my direction, only to be greeted with my sarcastic smile. She rolled her eyes and continued to openly gawk at him like she had a realistic shot of getting him first.
His lecture began to wind down – finally – before everyone started to gather their belongings. And as I was finishing packing up the rest of my stuff, his lecture finally ended. This was the last class of the day and I was grateful to be able to get out of the school, get home, and hopefully be able to have proper play time until my parents got home. After the little bout of constant eye contact, I definitely needed the sweet release.
“Lindsey, I need to speak with you after class.” Maybe he plans on being the seducer…
The room turned completely silent, as if someone pulled the plug on a radio. I was caught off guard by his demand. I slowly turned towards him and acknowledged what he had said with a simple nod of my head. By now the entire class was staring at me. It’s like they were thinking that either the rumor were true, or he was gonna talk to me about the rumor. Either way, it was very nerve-racking having my fellow peers look at me like that. Of course I got the snotty, bitchy look from Bethany, which was really no surprise to me.
Finally the bell rang and the entire class – except for yours truly – left the room.
“Slut…” Bethany whispered to me as she walked by me, giving me the evil death look at the same time.
“You’re just jealous…” BOOM! – A subtle response that definitely shook her to her core. She stopped dead in her tracks, looked at me, and then huffed out of the room like a little kid on a temper tantrum. A sense of satisfaction temporarily covering the anxiety I was feeling for actually being alone with my sexy teacher.
“Shut the door, then pull up a chair by my desk,” he ordered me after the last of the students were gone.
I got up from my desk and shut the door, making sure it latched all the way shut. Thank God these doors were solid and didn’t have a window. Not like I planned to try anything with him. I didn’t have a plan put together, so I wasn’t going to try. I’m pretty sure I’d quickly forget what the word ‘no’ means if he has any aspirations to fuck me. And you can bet I was willing to drop that word from my vocabulary.
“So what’s up?” I asked him as I sat down in the chair next to his desk.
“I just wanted to bring something to your attention. I had heard that we, uhm…”
“Are having sex?” I blurted out to ease the awkwardness he was feeling.
“Yeah…” his face turned bright red.
“I heard that one this morning. You know who started it?” I couldn’t help but smile at his embarrassment.
“I have my suspects… do you know who it was?”
“Ohhhh, yeah. And, she’s in this class…” I tried to gesture to where little Miss Jealousy sits.
“Ahhh, does her last name rhyme with ‘tarp’?”
“Uh, huh…sure does.” I looked up at him and could see the amusement start to form across his face.
“I thought so. It makes a lot of sense though…have you done or said anything to disperse the rumor at all? Cause I’d hate to get in trouble over something that’s not true.”
“Nah, I kinda went along with it. I think it’s hilarious if we’re being honest here. And you know the rumor is only going to flame now…” I trailed off as our eyes met. God, I wanted him so fucking bad.
“Yeah, I thought about that after everyone else left. Oops…” he quickly looked away, as if he were in some sort of battle with himself.
“I’m not too worried about it.” I’m trying to let him know what I’m feeling. He’s either oblivious to it, or he’s doing his best to ignore it. “It’s not like I’m 18 or anything…” I trailed off as his gaze met mine once again. You’re mine now… I can see it…
“But you’re my student and that seems...”
“Wrong?” I quickly finished his sentence. I felt myself become flushed. My face and chest felt like they were still quite a few shades of red below his.
“Yeah…you’re good…”
“You know,” I started as I stood up and slowly walked to him before pushing his chair back a bit to straddle his waist – I guess I’ll be the seducer now…only cause you don’t think I want to – “we might as well make this rumor true…” I finished as I stared into his eyes before pressing my lips to his. Wow, this was way too easy…
*
I entered my house with a buzz from the natural high you get when you do something exhilarating or something you’re not supposed to do. My senses were heightened – every touch to my skin felt amazing. I quickly made my way to my room, extremely grateful that my mom wasn’t home yet.
I quickly stripped down and slid into bed with an extremely wet pussy. I wasted no time. I dove two fingers as deep as I could into my cunt and began hammering away, the palm of my hand hitting my clit with each thrust. My pussy was on fire, my clit throbbing and aching. I continued fingering myself as hard as I could. Images of Mr. Shuffield’s cock pounding my pussy while I lie on his desk were running through my mind. My breathing and moaning began to quicken, my walls already constricting my fingers. I knew this wasn’t going to last long, but I didn’t care. I was so fucking horny that I needed this, and I needed it NOW!
I pinched and pulled on my nipples, imagining his mouth covering them, sucking them into his mouth, biting down on them with his teeth.
“Ooohhhh, baby!”
I couldn’t help myself. I moaned out his name, the name that I needed so fucking bad. With every image of his cock working itself deep inside of me, the closer I came to exploding all over my hand. My free hand still busy tweaking my nipples as my clit continued to be stimulated by the palm of my hand.
Ohhh, Mr. Shuffield! If only you could really see me now! Mmmmm, my fingers, once again, are your hard, throbbing cock that’s pounding this tight pussy. Fuckkkk, I sooo badly need you to punish this cunt with that cock of yours…fuckkkkkk! I need it NOW!!!!
My moans and words became very incoherent as the most powerful orgasm I had yet to experience ripped through my body. I had no control over myself. My back arched off the bed, my fingers still moving like crazy, eyes shut tight. I couldn’t hear myself until I finally came down from the amazing orgasm I just had. When I finally regained my senses, all I could do was lie there and try to catch my breath. I felt amazing, so fucking good, lying on the bed. I withdrew my fingers and decided it would be wise to get cleaned up and dressed before the ‘rents got home.
All through dinner I couldn’t stop thinking about Mr. Shuffield. My fortunes had drastically changed in one day, and I was so excited for it. I tried eating, but I kept zoning out with the same images running through my head. I really wanted that cock of his, but I knew I couldn’t have it just yet. Maybe tomorrow if you play your cards right…
Thank God, my parents were oblivious to my constant distraction.
*
I slipped out of bed just minutes before my alarm clock went off. I made my way over to the closet and decided I’d pull out something that would definitely drive him crazy. Where the hell are you? I was looking for my plaid skirt that was about mid-thigh length, the white button up shirt and the tie that matched the skirt. The only time I had ever worn that was for Halloween two years ago when I felt like being the little school girl.
To everyone else, I was wearing it for shits and giggles. As for myself, I was wearing it to gauge his reaction. And, possibly to see if little Miss Sharp would catch on. I was actually banking on her realizing my intentions. After all, I had to do something to get that little bitch back. Ah, there you are. I plucked the handy little item out of the closet and tossed it on the bed before heading to the shower.
The look on my mom’s face when I came out of the shower was definitely priceless. I shut my door before I got into the shower out of habit. She thought I was still in there sleeping until I came waltzing from the bathroom.
“Excuse me, mom,” I said, just as I was about to walk into my room.
“Wow, you’re up early.”
I just smiled at her and went into my room, closing the door in her face. I finished drying off before getting dressed. I applied all the essentials before making my way down to breakfast.
“You feeling okay, Linds?” My dad asked as I cheerfully sat down at the kitchen table where a plate of bacon and eggs awaited me.
“I’m feeling fine, daddy!” I beamed at him before attempting to eat even though I was feeling pretty nervous about the day.
“You seem extra…cheerful…and what is this for?” gesturing to my outfit, “Is it dress up day at school or something?”
I couldn’t help but laugh at him. He was very clueless and I definitely wanted to keep it that way. I’m sure he’d kill me and Mr. Shuffield if he ever found out about any of this.
“No, daddy,” I giggled, “I just felt like wearing it.”
“Okay, then…” he trailed off before going back to his coffee. Oh how I adored that man. Never questioning what I do unless it puts me in danger of course.
I finished up my breakfast and decided to head out a little early. I’m not sure why, considering his class is the last one of the day. But I think it was more for the drive of solitude to gather my thoughts and actions for the day. I’m not too sure why I was fretting over it so much. All I was going to do was make things obvious, which would only damage things between us. Not that those things came close enough to being ruined as it was. Damn you, Bethany…
“Leaving already?” Mom asked before I made it to the door with my bag and keys in hand.
“Yeah,” placing my hand on the handle of the door, “there’s a project I’m working on at school and I wanna get there early to continue making progress on it.”
“Oh okay, well have a good day at school then.” She looked a little confused. Her 18 year-old daughter was up before normal, in a cheerful mood and wanting to leave early to work on a school project?
“Thanks, Mom!” I walked out the door and headed for my car. If only you knew what the project was…
I decided to take the long way to school. Obviously I had nothing there waiting on me, so there was no rush. Besides, this would allow me to clear my thoughts and focus on the task I was determined to accomplish since things were ruined by the jealous bitch.
I was in his lap, things were getting hot and heavy, hands roaming, lips locked together, when a knock came to his door. I quickly jumped up and off him and sat down in the chair I was sitting in just as the door opened and little Bethany Sharp walked in. I was so fucking furious that I could’ve gotten up and hit her right in the face. I honestly would have if it weren’t for Mr. Shuffield. But I didn’t want to cause any unnecessary drama and risk everything. Nope, my sexual desire for my teacher was way too high for me to risk fucking it up, so I just sat there and bit my tongue.
“Lindsey, I need to talk to Mr. Shuffield about something for a few minutes. Will you please excuse us?” She stood there giving me a threatening look; as if to warn me that things could easily get ugly.
“I’m sure that whatever it is you have to say can be said in front of me…” I shot back, giving her the same look that she gave me. “Cause I’m sure it probably has something to do with me…”
Her facial expression drastically changed. She once wore the stern I-have-the-upper-hand look, to the shocked and timid look.
“You don’t know that!” She went to say something else, but nothing came out.
“I don’t? Then prove it to me.”
“I…uh…well…” she began stuttering, “will you just excuse us?! Please?”
Well, since you said please… “Okay, fine, have your wish then. I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Shuffield,” I finished as I turned toward him and gave him a wink without Bethany seeing me. I walked out of his class room and headed home, not even caring to stop and eaves drop on their conversation. Not like it really mattered anyways.
*
Why can’t I ever have anything fun and exciting going on when I want the day to rush by? This is bullshit because if I hadn’t been looking forward to after school, then the day would pretty much already be over. But no. I’m not that fortune. Maybe something is trying to tell me that I need to be patient in order to get what I want?
I opted to read a book during Ms. Moore’s class, but that didn’t work very well. My thoughts kept drifting towards Mr. Shuffield and the kiss we shared the day before. So hot and passionate that kiss was getting before we were rudely interrupted. Just remembering the way my panties were instantly soaked as I began grinding myself against the hard bulge in his pants. There was no mistaking that he wanted me. His hard cock was all the evidence I needed, and I was on the brink of having it out. It frustrates me to no end every time I think about us being interrupted like that. I just about had my prize until it was taken from me.
The next three classes were much more bearable. At least they kept me busy with the work that was assigned. And even then, I still wasn’t completely focused on it. He kept surfacing every time I was able to finally rid him from my thoughts. He was really beginning to consume my thoughts and that left me slightly concerned. What’s going to happen if I actually do get to fuck him? Am I gonna turn into some crazy stalker chick afterwards? Or am I gonna act as if everything is normal? That question began to eat at me. Time for the next class…
“Damn, Linds…looking very sexy today,” Caleb, the dumbass football player, said as I walked past him, heading to my next class. I was hoping he’d leave it at that and go on about his merry little way, but no, he caught up to me before pulling me into him. I humored him by hugging him back.
You see, Caleb was one of my play toys. I could manipulate him to do anything I wanted. All I had to do in return was fuck him whenever it worked out for both of us. He’s not exactly a bad lay – other than the fact I had to show him how to fuck me properly instead of just lying on top of me and going at it – but it was just too easy. I quickly became bored with him and decided to move on to something else – which happened to be Mr. Shuffield. And now Caleb is thinking he’s gonna fuck me after school. Which I may do if the plan falls through with my Economics teacher.
“Well, thank you…I suppose…” I trailed off, suddenly feeling awkward in his presence.
He then whispered in my ear, “Are you dressed like this for Mr. Shuffield? To let him properly fuck the school girl since it’s already happening? Or what? You normally don’t wear something like this…”
Fuck you, Caleb! If I were fucking him, what business is it of yours anyways?! “Maybe I did…maybe I didn’t. What’s it to ya anyways?” I cocked my head to the side that accompanied a playful smile.
“You know how rumors are. According to Bethany, you two are fucking…”
“Yeah, I heard that too…I’m pretty sure she wants to fuck him and is jealous of the lack of attention he gives her. It’s more directed my way.” I blushed a little at my confession to Caleb.
“Oohhh, that would make sense. I was kinda worried that you were for a second there…by the way, what are you doing after school today?”
I knew this was coming. And I won’t be doing you…well, unless I fail with Him. “I’m gonna try and make that rumor true,” I said with a wink.
He started to smile before breaking out in laughter, “You’re too funny!” Obviously he’s thinking I’m being witty and sarcastic.
And you’re too naïve! “It’s what I do, but I gotta go so I’m not late for my next class. I’ll text you later!” I quickly got a move on it.
“Okay, see ya!” He yelled out to me.
I wasn’t too worried for the rest of my classes. There really was no need to worry. I knew I had something to fall back on in case I totally squandered my chance with ever getting cock from Mr. Shuffield. And hopefully it’s something I don’t fuck up. Gah, I don’t think I’d be able to ever look at him the same. I’m sure I’d be too embarrassed to even show up for his class. But if I didn’t show up, then people would definitely know what’s up. Eek…I’m in a shitty situation either way…
The time had finally come to see whether or not I had what it takes to make him mine. I’m sure that he would’ve fucked me the day before had we not been interrupted, but my worry now, is if he came to his senses and realized how close we were to being caught in the act by the person who started the rumor? I was terrified he had, and this prevented me from even looking his way as I purposely slid into my seat a few seconds after the bell rang.
And even though I wasn’t looking at him, I could feel his gaze resting upon me. I figured it was because I was late, but then I remembered what I was wearing. A naughty grin came across my face as I slowly turned my head to look at him. We made eye contact before I noticed that same look in his eyes. I winked at him and quickly looked away so the other students wouldn’t realize what was going on.
I was quickly becoming wet before he stood up to begin teaching the class. At this point, I wasn’t even concerned if he was aware of me staring at him, sizing him up like he’s my next prey. I wanted him so bad that I wasn’t sure if I could make it through the class without jumping his bones. Which is something I was thinking had to be done in order for him to fuck me. Maybe that’s what he wanted? Maybe he wanted me to make the first move so it looked better on him if we were to ever get caught for having sex? That sounded very plausible and realistic.
I didn’t really pay much attention to what he was saying at the front of the class. I was too distracted by thinking of ways to seduce him, which sucked when he put me on the spot in front of the class. And even now, I still can’t remember what he asked me. But I remember my response being somewhere along the lines of: “What?” Talk about being embarrassed. The whole class laughed at my expense, but he kept his cool. He just stared at me for a couple seconds. I think he was genuinely mad…well, at least annoyed with me.
“You can just stay after class…”
The whole room went quiet, my face turned red and Bethany gave me the death glare. I felt embarrassed because I was put on the spot like that; then he told me to stay after, only making everyone else in the room more suspicious of our possible affair. Which looked like it’s on its way to being true. God, I fucking hope so…
“Okay,” I sheepishly replied, trying my best to sound convincing. There were some snickers and giggles going around the room. If only you people knew what’s going to take place…
He went back to his lecture, and this time, I tried to pay as much attention to him as I could, but I kept picturing him naked at the front of the class. That did nothing for my arousal, and even more so, when he kept looking at me, it turned me on even further because I could tell that my attire was driving him nuts.
Every now and then, I’d spread my legs just enough to reveal my panties to him. I’m not sure if he was able to see up my skirt from where he was standing, but the thought of it thrilled me to no end. My clit was throbbing, my pussy buzzing, as I sat there and wished upon everything that my fantasy would finally come true. And even looking at the clock didn’t help either. It was like Father Time was playing a cruel joke, knowing exactly what I was wanting, and doing what he could to delay that.
I tried to ignore everything and focus on his lecture, but all I could hear was him telling me how I looked, how bad he wants me, what he’s going to do to me. Mmmm, I want this class to be done with so he can completely take me, anything he wants to do to me, I’m his. I just needed that damn bell to ring so it can happen – even if I have to take matters into my own hands. (Yes, I know I just repeated myself.)
I pulled out my notebook and the textbook for his class and began skimming through the pages to try and finding something interesting to read. I figured if I could at least be productive in this class, it would help my cause greatly. Besides, I probably should try to learn something while I’m here. After all, I didn’t sign up for this class to sit and gawk at the teacher all period. It’s just something that came with the program.
I tried and tried to find something, but no avail. I was way too horny to concentrate on anything but Mr. Shuffield. Fuck this… I closed the notebook and textbook before looking at him. If I’m gonna be distracted, I might as well do it the right way, and stare at him like I’m paying attention. I began looking at him until…
BBRRRRRRRIIINNNGGGGG!!!
The damned bell rang and pretty much scared the hell out of me. I hadn’t been expecting it and didn’t realize how fast the time had gone by either. I was thrilled, ecstatic, as the rest of the class got up to leave. I stayed put, considering he did tell me to stay after. I leaned back in my chair and gave little Miss Bethany Sharp a smile as she walked past me. I knew what she was thinking.
“So, Lindsey, why is it that you’re having a difficult time paying attention in my class?” He asked after the last student – which ironically happened to be Bethany – had left the room.
Gee, I wonder why? “I’m not too sure…”
He quickly went to the door before shutting and locking it. He then turned back to me, “I had to say that just so no one would become suspicious of anything.” He walked towards his desk. I took this as my cue and got up to follow him.
“What do you mean, Mr. Shuffield?” I tried to act as innocent as I could, but I knew he saw right through me.
“Oh, you know what I meant, Linds…” he trailed off as he looked at me. “You had to wear that today, didn’t you?” His eyes began roaming up and down my body.
“All for you, baby…and feel what you do to me,” I said before taking his hand, spreading my thighs and pressing his hand to my damp lace panties.
He curled his fingers upward and began rubbing my pussy through my panties while staring me right in the eyes. My pussy felt like it was going to explode from his touch. I had to brace myself against his desk so I wouldn’t fall over.
“Oohhhh, my God…this feels sooo amazing…”
“It’s about to feel better…” he replied before pushing my panties to the side and slipping a finger into my tight pussy.
“Ohhhh, fuckkk…” I moaned out, “you know, I almost didn’t wear panties today, but I decided to because I knew I’d be wet all day just thinking about having you deep inside me…”
“Oh yeah?” He worked a second finger inside me before seeking out my spot. My sudden cries told him he hit the jackpot.
“Uh, huh…I need this soooo bad…” My pussy was dripping all over his skilled fingers.
He curled his fingers inside my cunt and concentrated on my spot, alternating between rubbing and fingering me. He caught me off guard when his thumb started rubbing my clit.
“Ohhh, shit!”
“Take your panties off,” he ordered as he withdrew his fingers from pussy. I moaned out at the sudden emptiness before quickly shedding the panties I wore for him. “Good girl…”
He continued to sit where he was before he wrapped his arm around my waist to pull me closer to him. I took the cue and decided to sit in his lap, but facing away from him. I leaned back against his body as his hand snaked its way under my skirt before slipping two fingers into my young, tight pussy.
“Mmmmm, this feel so good…” I moaned out as his fingers began their magic in my tight cunt.
“Ha, just wait until I fuck you…”
“Oh God…” Like he’s gonna help me right now…
His sped up his fingering, really getting in there deep while I began grinding against his hand, the palm of his hand hitting my clit with each thrust. My moans were gaining in pitch, my cunt squeezing his thick fingers, before I realized that he wasn’t stopping until I came on his hand.
The sensations were racking through my body. It was like he knew exactly what I wanted, what I needed, as he continued to probe my pussy. I could feel my juices running down my ass, but at that point, I could’ve cared less. His fingers were busy in my cunt and I loved it. This was unlike any other guy I’ve ever experienced. He knew what he was doing. He knew what it was going to take to get me off. All those high school boys had nothing on this…man. Yeah, this man that’s about to show me how a girlTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
Blaze
- 27.07.2020
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