(They say we people think about sex every 7th seconds, more than 500 times per hour, and more than 8.000 times in the 16 hours we averagely spent awake. And this is with the exclusion of what you dream of. These 2 stories is a dedication to all those thousands of people with mutual sexual feelings you will encounter doing your life but never acts upon)
2) Her
I walked steadily through the hallway, preaching my good mornings as I passed fellow colleagues and students. I was in good time. I always was. The following night I had slept badly, or well. I had slept really well, but it had shaken me how my mind could wander. I knew my position I was a loving wife and a celebrated teacher. And the worst death sin I could possibly commit I did. Not that I was in control of it, you can’t control your dreams. At least that’s what I told excused myself with. The reality was that I thought about him while I was awake too. I thought about him when my husband made love to me, and when he entered me I imagined it was him, my student, my secret fetish, my nympho. But as I walked in the door there was only the empty crowd. “Late again,” I thought to myself.
When I heard the door go up I knew who it was. “Late again” I read out loud from my mind. “Sorry I’ll be on time tomorrow” he responded and continued towards the first empty chair as always. No thought of social requirements, no need to attend to the crowd. I tried to make eye contact but he was too busy adoring Sarah, that he didn’t even have time to glance at me. “I wonder if he has thoughts about Sarah, as I have thoughts about him” My mind raced. I had to do something, keep up the act for the crowd and leave stupid thoughts at home packed away in bed at night. So that’s what I did I picked up the book, “Would you start from the top page 49, Sarah?” I don’t know why I picked her, I guess I saw it as a fitting punishment for stealing my spotlight. “Would you start from the top page 49, Sarah?” I said. I noticed that he was looking at me. He often did, and I found myself liking if. He was always so discrete though. He would only be looking at times where I was turned around, and my face was in the clear to not notice a thing. But of course, I noticed anyways. Without sounding self-centered, I can fairly say that I know I’m attractive. And being the attractive queen in a medieval society of hormones leaves you with a righteous amount of stares a day. But the only stares I cared about were his.
“And what do you think William meant when he wrote this?” I asked. I planned to wait and hear Sarah’s response, ignoring the three hands that were already in the air by other students. I guess I was waiting for her to say something stupid. But then he raised his hand. I bluntly selected him and ignored the others. “It means that their love goes beyond the physical, their love is flourishing within their minds, despite how reality looks” Just as like you and me last night… I finished in my head. For a moment I got distracted by the memories of my dream rushed through my head. I even found myself biting my lip as if I was a stupid cheerleader hitting on the quarterback, I prayed to god he didn’t notice.
“Beautifully said, you should be the teacher” I responded and again I felt the embarrassment rush to my head. I don’t know how I could stand there and openly flirt with him like I’m playing a lead in grease. “But it is more fun this way,” I thought to myself, “Who’s in the spotlight now Sarah, me, a lead role, even if it had to be grease based”.
My confidence had grown, and as I was writing on the blackboard I could feel his eyes fixated on my ass. Come and take it.
I turned around and walked through the class, as a girl at the same table as Sarah raised her hand. I was aware that he was spectating me, as I willingly pressed her my stomach down over the table, in fact I was more aware of his eyes on my ass that I was on the answering the girls. I remembered my dream, how he was looking at me bend over like this exact classroom, I turned around and looked at him, and he looked back. It took me by surprise I would have pictured, he would turn his head in embarrassment as always, but this time he didn’t flinch. He looked at me like he wasn’t the boy that showed up late this morning, but the boy I had inside me last night. And there he left my vision hanging and turned his eyes straight at my ass. I couldn’t believe it, he had never been this obvious. But it drove me crazy, and in this moment of craziness, I knew exactly what to do. Like I did in my sleep I put elbows on the table and lowered my head as low as I could possibly stretch it, without coming of as too obvious in front of the spectating girls. It would ruin me if they discovered my little act, but it was all worth it. And like in the dream I lifted up my ass and spread my legs. An invitation, a filed paper telling him to proceed this taboo-filled act. Fuck the school, fuck my husband, fuck my moral obligations. It was he and I, and I wanted it and she wanted it and nothing else mattered.
I simply had to get out of there, so I raised my voice and said, “Were taking the break a bit earlier today folks”. My voice almost shook as I said the words. Was I really going do this? “Do it” a faint voice said. I watched him as he rushed out the door, I watched as everyone left. In fact, I patiently waited till everyone had left and it was all quite before I got off my chair and walked towards the toilets. I was in the “new” part of the school. A shitty description compared to the state that it was in. Only one set of joint bathrooms, but it had exactly what I needed; privacy. I don’t know why I didn’t check the bathroom proper through, In reality, I almost snuck into the bathroom making as little sound as possible. I think it was a combination of fear for being spotted while in the middle of committing a shameful act, and the pure excitement of masturbating in school, pretending one of my students fucking me. The toilet was gross and it smelled bad in there. Even though it was new, students had done a good job of painting the walls. “A dirty place for a dirty deed,” I thought to myself as I pulled down my soaking wet panties. As I started playing with my pussy, I thought about my dream and about him, and about today and especially at the moment we shared together earlier. I fantasized about stopping the time at that exact moment. Have the whole place world to ourselves. And our taboo secrets. I thought about him walking over, lifting up my dress and entering me right there in the classroom. In front of everybody else, I picture him sticking his finger in my butt, taking me just as he pleases. I picture him raising the odds and as the first person ever take me from behind. I Picture moaning into Sarah’s face. I scream my moans in her face, so loud that pieces of spit hit her face and he notices and he likes it, after all, he is a projection of my mind. He wants me to humiliate her, he wants me to do it I tell myself. He raises the tempo and I get the hint, I look back and make eye contact as I gather my shot, a big and slimy mouthful of spit. I hurl it at her; it sprays in her face and into her mouth. And that’s where I come, my body starts to cramp, I’m no longer in the dirty toilet, I’m fully lost in ecstasy. I feel his cum filling up my ass, as I outlive my orgasm with my face inches from Sarah’s. “Girlfriend” hah, she fills the same position as my husband and I know it. I scream my orgasm and I hear his moans as well. In fact, I hear them as loud and clearly as my own. Together they fill the bathroom.
It took me a minute to recover before I heard it, one of the bathroom doors on the opposite site swung up. Panicked grabbed me, humiliation, shame, oh god! “They haven’t seen your face” I kept reassuring myself with but it didn’t help. It took me some time to forget the incident, but I still think of him, and me, and us. And his thoughts, and what’s truly going around in his head, and just if, just if I had it all exactly correct?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/85z04c/mf_not_just_another_day_at_school_ii