Crush on Teacher 📘 Short Story Pt. 1 Florescent school ligh..

Crush on Teacher 📘 Short Story Pt. 1

Florescent school lights hummed above. My knock echoed down the concrete hallway. There was no answer. I debated turning back, but let myself inside anyway. His office was inside the choir room and his office door shut, do maybe he was in there and he just didn't hear me knock on the outside door. I knocked a little more confidently this time.

"Come in," my choir teacher's familiar voice invited me from inside his office.

Self-consciously I checked my reflection in the little rectangular window of the solid metal door. Chapstick? Check. Cleavage? Check. My heart was racing and I tried to look a lot more chill than I actually was that chilly fall morning.

My walk from the corner coffee house in the frigid air had turned my cheeks a soft pink color. The slight breeze blew my hair gently and I brushed it out of my face as I entered his office.

All the scripts I had rehearsed in my head, going over all the possible situations when I should have been paying attention in class went completely out the window the moment I stepped inside the small room I had imagined being in alone with him for months.

His simple metal desk faced the door with piles of papers and folders of sheet music strewn across it. The same fluorescent lights as in the hall lit up his office brightly, almost uncomfortably in such a small space.

"Good morning, Charlotte. What brings you in so early?" he asked, rising out of his chair, quickly coming over to greet with a laugh and a smile.

He was the quintessential high school teacher from his button down shirt and patterned, slightly too wide tie, to his dad jeans and sneakers. I wanted to rip them off his body. Nothing like raging teenage hormones.

"I couldn't sleep last night, so I woke up early and went to the coffee shop. Then I was sitting there thinking and it was bothering me so I came here," I explained.

"I am sorry to hear that. Thinking about what?" he inquired, motioning to the two chairs on the side of the desk opposite his.

I froze for a brief moment and contemplated jumping ship on the whole thing. What if my mom found out or the school somehow?

He sat down with me and I tried to keep myself from staring too obviously at the bulge in his slacks as he separated his legs and rested his elbows on them, leaning forward to show his interest in our conversation.

"Is now an okay time to talk?" I asked.

He didn't even glance at his watch before answering me.

"Absolutely."

My heart fluttered in my chest and it felt tight and hot.

"I have a confession... I get this weird feeling whenever I am around you and it won't go away and I do not know what to do about it," I spilled.

"What kind of a weird feeling?" He asked quietly.

I glanced nervously out the small window on his office door.

"Like a weird sexual feeling," I admitted.

He was taken aback and it almost looked like it stung him when I said it.

"Charlotte, it is quite a compliment that you think of me like that, but you're my student-- We can't--" he tried to explain.

"I know," I interrupted his jumbled words. "I don't want to get you in trouble. I just don't know what to do and I can't focus on school or sleep. I know students get crushed in their teachers, but this feels different. It feels deeper than that."

He ran a hand through his hair trying to sort out his thoughts. A smile and many other expressions passed across his face. An awkward silence filled the room.

"How long has this been going on?" he finally asked me.

I thought about it. The moment I first saw him I felt something inside of me, like a heat between my legs and a shock of excitement in the palms of my hands. I was mesmerized the first time I watched his hands on piano keys. The thickness of his fingers and the precision with which he used them aroused me during my audition for select choir with him. It was the only other time we had been alone together. The school kept a pretty good eye on those sorts of things.

"Like since forever," I said with a laugh. "I thought that maybe if I just finally told you, it would go away."

He took a sip of coffee from the mug with some lame teacher joke across it sitting on his desk in the chaos of all his papers. I don't think either of us knew where to go from there. He seemed flattered at least. I figured I should tell him I had a crush on him even if nothing came of it except me getting it off my chest and stroking his ego. I do not know what I was thinking. It was definitely risky. What if he told my mom? What the school fired him because of a rumor?

I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was half an hour before class started.

"See you in class. Okay?" I said with a tone of defeat.

He stood up to walk me to the door.

"That sounds like a good idea. Thanks for stopping by," he said.

I took one last look at him, panicked.

"I won't tell anyone, Charlotte," he confided, reading my mind.

I gave him a big smile and my shoulders relaxed as I headed out the second door and stepped into the cool morning air.

The next half hour I would probably spend walking around replaying all the things he said and the way that he did things. Then during class and probably after too.

2 months later

We walked down the hallway counting door numbers looking for ours. Each chaperone had four students and of course girls were with girls and boys were with boys. Once everyone found there rooms we were given an hour to go in each other's rooms and hangout before separating. We had to keep our doors open and some rooms had chaperones, but occasionally one would not.

Naturally we played a lot of truth or dare and never have I ever. One of my closest friends growing up had his first kiss that way as a dare with another girl we had both known forever. I was dared to lick the face of the hottest kid in the class. I think my tongue was too firm when I did it, but he did not seem to mind.

Later that night when I assumed everybody else was asleep I snuck out of my room as quietly as I could. I walked quietly down the dim hallway trying to look as normal as possible Incase someone did see me. His door was four doors down and on the opposite side of the hallway. My heart beat uncomfortably hard as I stood in front of his door sick to my stomach to actually knock. I balled up my fist and raised it to the door to tap lightly, but I just couldn't and hurried outside instead to calm myself down.

It was snowing outside and the Christmas lights looked so beautiful in it. I looked back at our cabin to make sure no one saw me. There were foot tracks in the snow, many of them and they were messy. It was possible they were just from earlier in the day.

All I could think about was him: the way he laughed, his face, the way his clothes fit. Whenever a student was being disruptive in class he handled it with such authority. Sometimes he would seem incredibly stressed out and I just felt so bad for him. I dreamed about holding him after a long day at work, letting him fuck all his frustrations out with me. I wanted to ride him until he moaned, bucking against me cumming.

"Is everything alright over here?"

I turned around to see Mr. Davison walking towards me in the snow. The colorful lights lit up the snow around us and you could see some even though the moon was not very full and the sky was filled with clouds. He was wearing his grey dress coat and looked so incredibly handsome.

"Ya, sorry. It was hard to sleep. I will go back though," I apologized. "Are you alright?"

I hated being caught and knew I was not supposed to leave our room. My face was likely flushed in embarrassment and fright. My pussy felt warm and my heart beat faster around him. There was a chance the low lights might hide my blushing, so maybe he would not notice.

He rubbed the back of his neck and gave me a look like he knew he should not be talking to me out here and he should not be honest about how he was feeling.

"Oh ya. Fine, fine," he mumbled.

I flashed a coy, little smile up at my teacher. My fingers played with the buttons on my shirt.

"Do you usually have a hard time sleeping?" I asked.

He turned to stand closer to me, looking in the dim light every now and then to make sure nobody saw us. A sigh left his lips. His shoulders slumped. He continued to let his guard down.

"Lately I have been," he told me. "Ever since you came by my office that one morning."

Selfishly the thought that I had any effect on him made me giddy inside.

"I'm sorry."

"No, don't be," he said. "You haven't done anything wrong."

The chill in the air was turning uncomfortable standing still like this. My toes were starting to go numb and I fought to not shiver in front of him.

"So, that thing we talked about? It isn't going away. What can I do?"

"I don't have the answers to everything, Jane. You're a smart girl. Eventually something will happen," he said with a quiet, comforting voice and gentle eyes.

The snow was falling heavier now and with the wind picking I knew that soon we should go back inside. I did not want to go back to my room to sleep for the night. I had been waiting for an opportunity like this for months. I knew that this was our chance. When else would it be this easy again?

"Can I go back with you just for a little while?" I asked quickly and awkwardly.

Mr. Davison was obviously surprised at my advances. In class I was one of the quiet kids; mostly antisocial as well and slightly awkward. Even though I tried to be invisible in classes, I noticed how teachers and other students would check me out. Something made me attractive, but I didn't know what. Maybe it was my precociously large tits and rounded ass. I could see he was fighting with himself, tearing his mind apart. At a fairly early age I noticed the effect I could have on men.

"You know we can't do that," he said with a stifled laugh. "If the school found out I had an attractive, female student in my room, do you know what they would do?"

To Be Continued...