Crush on Teacher 📘 Short Story Pt. 2 My eyes lit up when I ..

Crush on Teacher 📘 Short Story Pt. 2

My eyes lit up when I stepped closer to him. His scent was intoxicating. It was this deep, rugged, sexual smell, surprisingly manly for a choir teacher.

"How about this? You go back to your room. Then five minutes later I will follow you. If nobody sees me, I will sneak in," I begged. "Mr. Davison, when are we ever going to have a chance like this again?"

I was dying to kiss him and have his hands on my body.

"Charlotte…"

"Maybe if we just do it, then we can at least get some sleep after and focus on the concert tomorrow."

I could not fight it any longer. For the first time I spread my fingers out across his chest and reached up to kiss his lips. I had been dreaming about this and obsessing over this trip for months. All of my preparation and anticipation had finally paid off. I had kissed my teacher.

"This is a terrible idea--," he said, breaking away from the kiss. "Be careful out here for the next five."

I nodded in excitement and continued the winter walk while I waited. This trip was one I knew I was going to remember for a long time. I never wanted to forget it. Every detail I tried to take a picture of in my mind. The snow shining in the colorful lights, the smell of the air with the forest and festivities, the looks Mr. Davison flashed me during our rehearsals and classes.

Would I be good enough in bed? My mind was searching for something to be self conscious about and there was plenty to choose from. My experience was not much with this sort of thing. I was just learning the power I could have over men with my looks and flattery.

My chapstick was in my room and nervously I bit my lips. The freezing air dried them out and I obsessed over whether or not they felt dry to him when we kissed. Did he notice? His lips were perfect. Was he just as nervous as I was?

Five minutes passed incredibly slowly. Nobody had walked by the whole time and I hoped nobody would in the hallways either. When the coast looked clear I took a deep breath and slowly, gently opened his bedroom door.

"Hi," he whispered, sitting down on the bed and motioning me to sit beside him.

"Hi," I laughed nervously.

His bedside table lamp was on, but the overhead light was off. It was cozy and wintery alone with him. The blinds were drawn and so the world did not feel like it existed outside of his room.

My fingers brushed gently across his cheek and down his neck to his shoulder then to the back of his neck where I scratched as I leaned into him. Already I was breathing hard with arousal. My lips touched his cheek slowly and softly. As I worked my way towards his ear my kisses got wetter and slower. My hand cradled the back of his neck as I took the top of his ear between my lips, sucking and licking all the way down to the lobe. The wet sound in his ear aroused him noticeably and he shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

"Fuck, Mr. Davison, I have wanted you for so long. When I touch myself I think about you. All I can think about is your hard cock," I said seductively in his ear.

My fingers found their way to the tie around his thick neck eventually. Loosening it all the way I left it hanging around his neck. It looked just like in the movies. I could not believe it was finally happening. One button at a time I worked my way down his shirt. For a man in his late fifties he looked pretty good. Our passion was unbearably high and his growing erection fought against the fabric of his dress slacks.

He slid his button down off and I pounced on his lower half. His hard cock felt so good through his pants and my palms rubbed against it roughly.

My pussy felt like it was burning up. It hurt to be so aroused. There was no going back now.

With shaky hands I unzipped his pants and smoothed my fingers along the length of his sensitive shaft through the fabric of his boxers. It was warm and frightening with its size and firmness.

Pulling my shirt and bra up over my head I pushed him back on his bed and straddled his lap. I had never felt anything this strongly. My pants still on I started grinding myself against him. My hips worked in small circles humping and arousing him to his full length. Laying down on top of him we kissed passionately as he unfastened my jeans and slid them down. With some assistance, he worked them off my legs and brought a thick, manly hand up to nestle up against my pussy firmly, his fingers rubbing back and forth over my clit through my panties.

I looked up at him as I positioned my mouth above his throbbing cock. The tip of his cock felt so amazing with the heat of my breath and dampness of my tongue through his boxers. He bucked against me. Sexual tension filled the whole room. The scent of sex perfumed our bodies.

"Please fuck me Mr. Davison. I need to feel you in my tight pussy. I need you to fill me."

His hands lowered to my hips from my nipples, which he was playing with this whole time. He grabbed my body firmly by both sides and slid me up and down the length of his cock trying to get off.

"Fuck." I whispered. "Please."

Between the two of us we struggled his pants off and he slid my panties to the side. The soft head of his cock slid along the wetted slit of my pussy as he struggled to stick it in my incredibly tight hole. Once his cock settled, pressed against my opening he pushed into me until I gasped and he held still inside of me.

"You okay?" he asked me tenderly.

I nodded my head as I pulled him into me, needing him deeper inside of me. I wanted to be filled and completely surrounded by him, swept up in his scent and warmth. The feel of his skin and the shine of his hair. I loved all the sensitive places I could touch him. His moans and growls were sedating.

Nothing had ever felt this good. I pulled him into me as deep as possible. His hands on either side of my head, he pressed my body with his hips into the mattress. Rhythmically stroking his cock in my pussy he grabbed my thigh to give himself something to hold on to for leverage. He was a surprisingly good fuck.

I never wanted it to end, but it did. He came a little sooner than I would have liked, but I couldn't exactly blame him.