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The bell rang late in the afternoon. Isla rushed through the corridors and swung open the classroom door. Everyone was seated and quiet, and the teacher looked at her sternly.
"Isla, you're late."
"Sorry Mr Brewer. I was helping a girl find her way to the ICT block."
"Just like last lesson, then."
"Well it's easy to get lost in this school." She sat down next to her friend Amy and got out her english folder.
"Alright class, today we're going to carry on looking at 1984 by George Orwell..." He carried on, writing notes on the board and diagrams. Isla drifted off into her own world. She didn't even know why she was taking English A-Level. She found it so boring.
Then Mr Brewer took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves (it was getting hot in the classroom) and she remembered. Through the thin material of his shirt she could she the contours of his arm muscles. She shivered with delight.
She stared at his body, looking him up and down. She was lost in her own world, imagining running her fingers through his curly black hair, kissing his soft lips, touching the tip of his nose with hers. In her mind she felt the soft skin and toned muscles of his torso, felt his cool hands wrap around her, sighed with pleasure as he whispered gorgeous voice. She could practically hear him speaking to her in hushed tones…”Isla, Isla…”
“Isla! Will you answer the question?” She was rudely shaken out of her reverie.
“Oh, yes.” She stammered.
“Yes?”
“Uh, no.”
“Final answer? No?”
“Yeah.”
“Your answer to the symbolism behind the paperweight in Chapter VII is no?” The class laughed.
“Oh, sorry sir. I wasn’t listening.”
“You bet you weren’t.”
She cursed herself silently. It was embarrassing when he picked her out like that. But wasn’t that what she wanted? To be picked out?
The bell rung for the end of school and everyone packed up. Just as Isla was about to leave Mr Brewer called out, “Isla. Stay behind a moment please.” She put down her bag, put out. She was meeting the boys after school today.
“Isla, you really have to concentrate more in class. I often find you in a world of your own.”
“I know sir. I’m very very sorry. It’s just…I find it hard to concentrate.” She blushed.
“Okay, well I would’ve thought you were old enough by now to try not to drift off. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to stay behind now for detention. You will be writing lines.” He returned to his desk and put a piece of lined paper on the desk in front of him.
“But sir! I have to meet friends after school today! And no other teacher makes people write lines!”
He sighed. “You can meet your friends another day. I’m not “no other teacher”. Now sit down. One hundred lines – ‘I will concentrate harder in class.’ The faster you do it, the sooner you’ll be done.”
She sat down and sulkily began to write. Inside she felt a little thrilled. She was all alone with him. She could smell his aftershave, heady and intoxicating. She saw one perfect curly black hair on the corner of the page. She gave a little smile. Then, after a few minutes, “How old are you?” cut through the silence like a fish knife.
“Me, sir? I’m eighteen.”
“I see. Eighteen. I remember being eighteen. What a lovely age.”
“You’re not far from eighteen now sir, surely.”
He smiled at her.
“I’m thirty-two.”
She smiled back. He looked so gorgeous for thirty-two. Then he stood up and came around the back of her.
“How many have you done so far?”
“Fifty-one, I think.”
He leant closer to her and she could feel his warm breath on her cheek. She turned towards it and gently he raised his fingers and brushed away the slip of hair that had fallen onto her face. Then he pressed his lips to her neck. They were soft and moist.
“Sir-”
He stood up immediately.
“I’m so sorry Isla. I don’t know what happened there. I lost control. I didn’t-”
She came towards him and slipped her hands around his waist.
“You’re the one I’m always daydreaming about.” She said, and smiled. He looked as though he couldn’t believe his luck. He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips, then his lips parted and his tongue was in her mouth, gently feeling its way around. He pulled away after a while.
“Is something wrong, sir?”
“A man needs time to breathe, Isla,” he smiled. Then he picked her up (she squealed with delight) and placed her down on a row of desks.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment,” she whispered.
“Me too,” he replied. “Me too.”
He gently removed her sweater, and with deft fingers unbuttoned her shirt. He slipped his fingers around her back and undid the clasp of her bra. He removed it and it dropped to the floor.
“Oh you are so beautiful,” he cried. Isla couldn’t believe such a good-looking man could be so moved by her body. Then he removed her skirt and panties, but left her hold-ups and shoes on.
She sat up then, almost completely naked, and proceeded to undress him. It was like she had imagined. She ran her hands through his hair, touched his nose, felt his rippling muscles underneath silky soft skin. Then she saw it. She had never seen a man’s cock in real life before, and his took her breath away. Long, fairly wide, almost fully erect (her naked body had done that). She gasped.
“Oh, it’s lovely.” He smiled, and she thought she saw a faint hint of red blossom on his cheeks.
She got down on her knees in front of him and giggled as she twirled his curly hairs around her fingers.
Then she tentatively took hold of his cock in both hands. Her fingers elicited a groan of pleasure from Mr Brewer. Then she opened her mouth and started licking his cock. It felt so good. With one hand she held his cock in place as she started sucking it and the other hand made its way down to her pussy, and she started gently probing herself.
His groans got louder and more frequent as she bobbed up and down on his large fully erect cock. She knew men liked it all the way in her mouth, so her friends told her, so, ignoring her sensitive gag reflex, she pushed her mouth all the way up to his balls.
“Oh, Isla, this feels so good. Oh yes, this is so amazing. I think I’m going to-” Then he gently took his cock out of her mouth.
“Wait”, he said. “There’s more to come.” He motioned for her to lie down on the desks again, and she obeyed him. Her pussy was very wet from her fingers, and she was tingling with excitement. He got up onto the desks and climbed on top of her. Her breathing quickened as slowly he started inserting his thick round cock inside her. He felt himself hit the hymen and she felt a jolt of pain, quickly replaced by waves of pleasure. He stopped, his cock about halfway in now.
“Are you alright? Are you comfortable?”
“I love it,” she replied breathlessly. “And I want more.”
He smiled and slowly worked his cock in to the hilt. Then he began a slow thrusting motion. She screamed in pleasure.
“OH MY-” He moaned as she cried obscenities. This was wonderful, amazing. Oh! She needed him so very much. This felt so good. She wrapped her legs around him, thrusting in time with him. Then she felt that familiar feeling she had when she was masturbating, she knew she was about to come. She felt the orgasm building inside of her.
“More, more!” she cried. “I’m gonna come!” He pulled out so that only the head of his cock was in her, and then thrust back in with all his might. At this she screamed and came, her orgasm flooding all over her body in pure unadulterated pleasure. She felt him come at the same time, felt his semen shoot deep inside of her. Then he eased his rapidly softening cock out of her and lay beside her on the school regulation desks.
“That was amazing. Thank you.” She said.
“Thank you Isla.”
They lay side by side in the silence, feeling the warmth of each other’s exhausted bodies.
“I think I love you,” he said tentatively, but with sincerity.
“I think I love you too…” she sighed, cuddling closer to him.
There was a pause.
“Mr Brewer?”
“Yes?”
“What’s your first name?”
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