Chapter 1
I’ve always been a hard worker, so staying behind after class when the other students had home was never an unusual thing for me. I’m only 18, but I’m pretty bright for my age, well, at least that’s what my parents say. I don’t really get along with the other students on my course, I suppose it’s because our interest differ so much; and it doesn’t really help that I’m not into clubbing, smoking or just hanging out on street corners on the weekends. I much prefer to spend my time reading or watching documentaries about animals, I really do love animals.
I wouldn’t say that I’m an interesting girl, to look at, at least; but I wouldn’t deny that there was a certain innocent hotness about me. I mean, I must be somewhat attractive for the likes of someone like Professor Simmons to fuck me; that was something I never saw coming, I mean, why would a beefy hunk like Professor Simmons be interested in a girl like me? It’s not like I could match him on an intellectual level or anything, but I guess fucking sex a young, barely legal student is what turns these grown men these days. I mean, what else could it be? I’m cute, but I’m not a model; I’m barely 5’1” & my skin is pale as snow, the only thing that gives my face any colour my brown freckles.
So, I guess you want to know how it went down right? Well, this all happened a few weeks ago. The college day had ended but I chose to stay behind in order to catch up on a history project that I’d slightly fallen behind with. Professor Simmons had told me that it’d be okay for me to stay behind because he was working late anyway, so I thought, great, I can work until he decides to go home to his family? For a while things were pretty quiet, Professor Simmons sat at his desk, completely focussed on whatever work he was doing, for a young girl like me, seeing a man emit so much passion was quite a turn on. As he worked, I couldn’t help but stare at him every so often; I’d never found him to be attractive in the past, but for some reason, I was starting to take note of his features. His chizzled jaw and his perfectly groomed brown hair were becoming things that I began to appreciate. After a while I could tell that he was becoming a little agitated as he wouldn’t stop fidgeting with his pen, at the time I just presumed he’d come across a problem that he was unable to solve. He threw himself back in his seat and lay his head over the top of his chair as if he no longer had the will to go on. I got nervous and buried my head into the text book that I’d been reading. ‘Is everything okay of there, Mel?’ He aske in a deep, penetrating voice.
‘I-I’m okay sir, I just needed a little break,’ I replied.
‘A little break huh, if I didn’t know better I’d say you were checking out your math teacher.’
I grew nervous and my pale cheeks were glowing red, the freckles on my face resembled a herd of burning comets flowing through outer space. ‘N-no sir, I, I just noticed that you were a little irritated that’s all.’
‘Ahh, it’s nothing, even though I’m a math teacher, sometimes I hate dealing with numbers you know.’
I didn’t saying anything, I just nodded my head, hoping that he’d forget about me and get back to his work.
‘Is there anything I can help you with, Mel?’
‘N-no sir, besides, y-you’re a math t-teacher, how can you help me?’
‘Don’t give me that. Let me have a look, maybe I can save you some time.’
Chapter 2
He stood up and made his way over to where I was seated. I was burning up, I was really worried that he’d figured out that I was checking him out and was feeling pretty wet. He gracefully stood opposite me at my desk, towering over me, I looked up into his piercing gaze and found myself being consumed by his over powering presence. He placed both of his hands on my desk and leaned over, ‘So, let’s have a look,’ he requested. I turned the book around so that he could read it, but to be honest, I don’t think he was interested in what I was reading at all. As I turned the book so that he could read, he places his right hand upon mine; his hands with pretty soft, but also firm, I could tell that he wasn’t a man of weak will. ‘Wh-what are you doing sir?’ I asked.
‘Nothing. Why, does me touching your hand bother you?’
‘No, no sir, I just wondered why you’d want to.’
‘Sorry, that’s just me, I can get a bit handsy at times.’
He went to pull his hand away, but as he did I latched onto it, ‘no wait, I like it,’ I said.
He didn’t reply, instead, he just looked at me, like a hungry animal in the wild that’d just caught sight of its prey. I stared right back at him, I was terrified, I had no idea as to what was going to happen next; he took both of my hands into his own and guided me up onto the desk. As I stood on the table, I looked down upon Professor Simmons, and for some reason, I felt as though I had control over him. Whilst I looked down on his fantastic body, I could see that he was starring right up my skirt, admiring the view of my wet, teenage pussy. He tapped me on the ankle, suggesting that I take a seat on the desk. With my legs parted either side of him, he stood between them with his cock as hard as a rock…
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