I had a little bit of quick fun with [M]y writing teacher

I love the beginning of a new semester, because I never know who will be in my classes, and if I will meet any potential girlfriends. Being just out of a relationship, the struggle is definitely there.

My very first class was my writing class. I walk in the classroom eager to meet new friends and socialize. The class was a very small room, probably the size of a middle school classroom. There were about 20 people in my whole class, and since I was a little late to it, everyone was already there, except for the teacher. I sat in the dead center of the classroom. I start making small talk to some guys sitting next to me before class starts, and then a girl walks into the classroom.

My first impression was that she was going to sit down and wait for the teacher to start class as well but, to my surprise, she took a position in the front of the classroom. I sat there in amazement, because this girl definitely looked young for her age. She had black hair that went down to her chest, and she was very fit. As she introduced herself, her smile lit up the whole classroom. She was wearing a tight t-shirt with a scarf around her neck, only making the curves of her breasts visible from the side. She had a very petite figure, and she had small tattoos on her wrist, arm and back of the neck.

As the weeks went on, I grew to really like the class. Even though writing was not my favorite subject, I would always throw in funny comments occasionally to lighten up the mood of the class. I could tell that the teacher sort of appreciated it. There were times where I would have questions on an assignment, and I would talk with her as class was getting out or just starting. I would like to joke around, so it basically leads me to making her laugh while I do the soft punch on her shoulder thing. I started to think of this teacher as a good friend, but I never thought of her as anything more. In my mind, she was labeled as “teacher” so I guess that was why. I did notice that whenever she gave a lecture, she would mostly look at me. I kind of blew it off because I told myself that it was because I was sitting in the center of the room every day. Its not like a teacher can “like” a student, right?

As the middle of the semester passed, she announced that she wanted to have private meetings with each of us to talk about our grade and how we can improve in the class. I was rolling with a 95 percent in the class, so I wasn’t necessarily worried about my grade. But, I didn’t complain to a meeting with the teacher. One morning, all the students sat in a little study room close by to the classroom. It was pretty much a free for all as to who went next, so I decided to go when I got the chance. After a student left the room, I jumped up and made my way to the room. I knocked on the door and hear, “come in!” The door had no windows on it. I walked inside, and the teacher was sitting in one of the corners, with some papers in her hand, sitting down at one of the student desks. Another desk was faced at a 90 degree angle to the desk she was sitting at. I sat down and told her that I felt like I was going to be interrogated. She laughed and started to talk to me.

“Well, jango411, you’re actually doing very well in the class! I also wanted to say that I appreciate you making comments to keep the conversation going in class.”

“No problem” I said. “It’s all in a days work.”

She giggled and said “I think that’s about all I needed to tell you!”

“So you’re telling me that I woke up this early for you to tell me that I’m just doing fine in the class?”

She giggled a little more and pushed me on the arm. For some reason, that caught me off guard. Because it wasn’t just a joking push. It was almost like a flirting push.

“Well, do you have anything you want to talk about?” She asked.

“I really like your hair today. It looks nice” I told her. Her hair was wavy and was pulled back by a band that went over her head.

“Aww, thank you!” She said. We resumed to talk about waking up early, morning routines, and the such.

I leaned back in my chair. I’m no psychology expert, but I was able to tell that she really enjoyed our conversation, judging by her body language. Whenever she laughed or giggled, she would always gently put her hands on my arm or shoulder. Sometimes, she prolonged the movement. I did the same. As this was going on, I started to get a little excited. The thought that I was flirting with a teacher, and that she was flirting back, turned me on a bit.

I decided to not be shy with her anymore. As I finished a sentence, I put my hand on her hand. She didn’t resist at all. In fact, she took her other hand and placed it on mine, carefully holding my hand between hers. My heart was pounding, and there were a few seconds where we just sat there in silence. I slowly started to tilt my head toward hers, and she did the same. It was as if we had the same intentions. We touch lips hold for a second. We start to kiss more and more passionately. As we continue to make out, our hands are rubbing one another’s arms, neck and cheeks. I stop and quickly jump out of my seat, and she did as well. We continue to make out, our hands wandering up and down our sides and backs. As the moment got more intense, I start to rub her breasts, massaging them through her bra and shirt. As we continued to kiss, and me massaging her breasts, she let out a little moan, as if she approved of what I was doing. That turned me on even more. I work my hands to the bottom of her shirt, and slowly sliding it up, seeing if she would be fine with it or not. She knew what I was doing, and she didn’t stop me. I pull up her shirt, revealing her small, perky tits. I didn’t take off her entire shirt, but I started to lick her hard nipples, kissing them gently and occasionally giving them a tug with my teeth. She pulled away and reached down for my pants. As she did this, we kept eye contact, as a sign to each other that we were okay with this. She pulled down my pants and underwear at the same time, and my already-erect cock sprung into attention. She slowly knelt down and rubbed her hand back and forth. She did not hesitate to start to kiss and lick my cock. She definitely knew what she was doing. I felt as though I was going to cum any second. She had a way with her tongue. I told her that I was going to cum, but she kept going without hesitation. I blew my load into her mouth, moaning with pleasure, at the same time trying to be quiet so no one outside can hear. To my surprise, she sucked up every last drop and swallowed it all. I had no clue that my writing teacher was such a dirty girl. After the emotions settled, I pull up my pants and she pulls down her shirt.

I jokingly asked her, “So when’s our next meeting?” All she did was look at me smiling and said, “Ill let you know.”

The funniest part was that I left the room, and a student stood up and walked into the room. If only he knew what happened only a couple minutes prior.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5aar7e/i_had_a_little_bit_of_quick_fun_with_my_writing