There have been very few men that I have wanted that I haven’t been able to get. I think I’m average looking but some men have told me I should pose for nude pictures. They told me I could make money by putting my photographs on a website but I think they were just trying to get me in to bed.
The only man that I haven’t been able to get is an older man that I see everyday. He’s no more than five years older than I am but he’s out of my range. I’m eighteen so I’m legal but he can’t touch me. I’m a student in his third period English class.
I know he likes me but he can’t do anything. I’ve seen the way he looks at me when we talk. We talk a lot before and after class. I don’t really care about school, but for his class I try hard. I’ve even come to several of his help sessions after school. However, when we are alone his is strictly professional, no matter how much I want him to be more than a teacher to me.
I do enjoy the fact that he can’t touch, but I can tease. Several times, I have come up to his desk wearing a low cut and loose shirt. When I bend over to speak to him, he has a perfect view of my fully developed, c-sized chest. I’ve caught him peeking, but he pretends he’s not interested. To school, I often wear mini-skirts, when he is in front of the class speaking or sitting at his desk, I have spread my legs and flashed him.
Graduation day was the last time I thought I would ever see him. We hugged good-bye and I almost cried as the only man I couldn’t get walked away from me and out of my life.
Several months later, I was home from school because of Thanksgiving break. For old time’s sake, I went out to a dance club with some of my friends from high school. It seemed that half of my class was there. Most were also home from school, but many had yet to leave home. Of all the people I was surprised to see, I was most surprised to see Mr. Ranly on the dance floor.
Mitch was dancing to the beat, close to another girl from my class. He had always been very popular with the female students.
I had already had a few shots, so the encouragement of my friend gave me enough courage to go on to the dance floor. I squeezed through the crowded dance floor to where he was dancing. He didn’t see move close behind him. I moved to the beat as I danced to his back. When I accidentally rubbed my waist against his butt he looked back. He smiled when he saw me.
He enjoyed having two girls on either side of him, rubbing up against him. However, I wanted him for myself. I danced closer to him, until my body was pressed up against his backside. Even after I had my arms wrapped around him, she didn’t leave. However, after I started licking his ear, she figured out that he was mine.
Mitch and I continued moving together for a long time. I didn’t want to stop but I had to, we were both becoming dehydrated. We went to the bar, but we each got a beer, which did not do much to rehydrate ourselves.
“So how is college treating you?”
“So far so good.” I answered in between sips of my beer.
“How are your classes?”
“They’re good but my English teacher is not half as good as you are.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Plus, he’s not half as good looking as you.”
“Thanks.”
“What do you think of college men?”
“I like what I see there, but they don’t compare to you.” He was getting the hints but he didn’t make the first move. I kissed him. He was no longer resisting.
The rest of the night we spent together. Whether it was with our bodies pressed together on the dance floor or with me in his arms, I wouldn’t leave his side.
I liked to see the expression of my former classmates when they saw us together. Most were surprised and some of the girls were jealous.
When my friends wanted to leave, I told them I wanted Mitch to drive me home. Mitch didn’t object to this.
Every chance I got while he was driving home, I kissed him. At each stoplight or stop sign my lips were touching his. At the same time, I was rubbing him through his pants.
When we got on to my block, I had my hand in his pants, giving him a hand job. I ordered him to stop the car a few houses before mine.
He didn’t stop me from leaning over and putting my lips around his dick.
He exploded in my mouth and I felt the mood end. “I have to take you home, we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“But I wanted you to have this.” I pulled me shirt up.
“You’re a great girl but we have to stop. I know you’re not my student anymore but it doesn’t feel right.” He was saying one thing but thinking another. He was staring at my breasts.
“This doesn’t feel right?” I put his hand on my breast.
“Please, stop.”
“OK, but let me get u something from my house.” He pulled in to my driveway, than I ran into my house. I returned to his car with a piece of paper with my pager number. As I handed him the paper, I leaned over and gave him another look at my chest. “I’ll be here until Sunday afternoon.”
I tried to kiss him, but he moved away. Once I took my head out of his car, he drove away.
