Hello all – this is my first attempt at writing anything like this, but I thought maybe I’d share to see what you think. I am actually writing this for my girlfriend, so I’ll post updated parts as I continue writing. We’ve discussed a bunch of plot ideas :) Thanks!
The notification on Holly’s phone went off with a ding, signaling that she had received an email – hopefully THE email. It was mid-July, and the school should be sending out the final versions of the student schedules for next year. Holly had been waiting for this day since the end of the school year, but not for the reason the rest of her friends were excited for. She paused her Netflix show, grabbed her phone, and there it was. The email from her school with the subject line, “2019 – 2020 Academic Schedule – Holly Winters.”
She scanned over her schedule, which was mostly what she expected for her senior year. The required math and science classes, along with some elective writing and art classes that she had chosen in May. But none of that mattered as much as the class placed in the last time slot of the day – Honors Psychology with Mr. Forest. She did it; she got in.
Mr. Forest had started teaching Social Studies at LHS Holly’s sophomore year, but she didn’t get placed into his class that year, or her junior year. In fact, Holly only really saw him in the halls or at school events. Despite the fact that Mr. Forest probably didn’t even know who Holly was, she definitely knew who he was.
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She still remembered the first time she saw him at the school’s homecoming talent show. Booked mostly with off-rhythm bands or wanna-be stand up comedians, each year a few teachers were given a chance to perform in the show. After a short introduction by the MCs, Mr. Forest walked out on stage with a guitar in his hand and waved to the crowd. At the time, no one really knew who he was or that he could sing, so when he settled on his stool in front of the mic and the lights dimmed down, no one knew what to expect. Then the spotlight came on and that was the moment Holly *truly* saw him.
Darren Forest was a tall, athletically built man. He had medium length brown hair, styled in an almost retro wave, which added an intriguing motion to his profile. His kind, yet captivating copper-colored eyes scanned the crowd as he waved to his current students, but it was his smile that caught Holly by surprise. The way he smiled formed small dimples in his cheek and brightened his eyes, and allowed for his pearly whites to shine under the stage lights. His jawline, lightly accented by his day-old facial hair, framed the handsomeness that was Mr. Forest.
As he began to play the first few notes of an acoustic version of *She Will Be Loved*, emotion took over his face, and rang out in his voice as he sang. The passion portrayed in his song was so sincere, but he didn’t perform the song as a sad song – instead, he seemed to perform as if it was a confession of love to a woman unknown. The crowd remained frozen through the entire song, and Forest owned the performance like a natural. His confidence oozed, and his glowing personality shined through as he belted out the lyrics.
At one point, Holly caught the gaze Mr. Forest, who seemed to hold eye contact with her, and appeared to sing the song directly to Holly. In that moment, Holly felt something she had never felt before. Goosebumps spread down her arms and thighs, and her breath shortened. Forest winked at Holly, and went into a run of notes, ending the song. The crowd roared with cheers, like one of those audition videos where everyone was completely surprised by what they had just witnessed. Holly stood with the audience and cheered, trying to catch her breath.
The rest of that night, Holly couldn’t focus on the other performances, and went home with Mr. Forest on her mind. She wanted to know more about him. Where is he from? Why can he sing so well? Is he single? In bed that night Holly used her social media prowess to track down his profile. He had used a different name for his accounts, Darren Woods. Holly laughed to herself when she figured out the simple yet clever play on words he had used To try to hide from the public. Unfortunately for him, she was too clever.
That night, Holly learned much about Darren Forest. He had played basketball in college, and ran sprints as a member of the track team. He also was a member of a college a capella group, which made sense after his performance at the talent show. He was a family-oriented man, made clear by the pictures he posted on Instagram of him and his younger siblings and parents enjoying summers at a beautiful lakeside cabin. Holly noticed the occasional girlfriend tagged in his posts, but there was never one that made a regular appearance, and one of his more recent posts was about how he will be renting an apartment on his own for the first time.
Laying in bed, Holly was flipping through pictures on Facebook when a picture of him shirtless popped up on her screen. It appeared to be from a spring track meet in college, dated maybe six months before. It looked like he had just finished a race, as there were other athletes in various jerseys standing around him, and he was holding his own jersey in his hand.
He was built well, as his muscles were surprisingly well defined, and there was a slight glisten as the sun reflected off the sweat from the race. As she studied the photo, Holly noticed more and more physical features of the man. His arms were more defined than they were now, but were muscular. Although clearly exhausted, he was flashing his mesmerizing smile to someone just off camera. His chest was darkened by a layer of chest hair, but was light enough to still allow for the definition of his chest muscles to be seen.
Then Holly noticed something else, almost on accident. Because of the design of his uniform, a large bulge in the front of his shorts was clear and prominent. Holly’s eyes hung on his package, trying to gauge the size in the photo. She didn’t mean to notice, but once she had, she couldn’t *not* notice. Either it was a lighting trick, or Mr. Forest was *hung.* She saved the photo to her camera roll, and flipped back through the other photos. She wasn’t even sure why she saved it, but she did. As she was going back through his pictures from Mexico and his basketball photos, she couldn’t help but see how big he was and how obvious it was if you were looking for it.
Holly was going back through the photos again, when she realized how warm she was. It was when she moved to push off one of her blankets that she realized where exactly her other hand was.
See, at 16, Holly had had boyfriends before, and had even done a few things with them, so she wasn’t completely innocent. Even though Holly was a virgin, she still thought about sex and what it would feel like. The problem was she wasn’t sexually attracted to any of the boys she had dated because they were just that – boys. She always thought that maybe there was something wrong with her, because she was just never really interested in doing anything physical with them.
When Holly removed the heavy blanket, she realized that she was warm in a different way, and the warmth was surging through her body mainly from her lower regions. Subconsciously, Holly had been slowly rubbing herself through her pajama bottoms, while she was looking through Mr. Forest’s photos. Holly felt a slight damp spot between her legs, and a tingling sensation moving down to her toes. She reached down and slowly started rubbing herself again slowly. She opened the original picture of Forest on her phone, the one she had saved, and studied his shape, his definition, and started to move a bit more quickly back and forth with her other hand. The feeling was incredible, and was causing her legs to twitch with jolts of pleasure.
Holly began to enjoy what she was doing to herself too much to pay attention to her phone, and set it down. She closed her eyes, and began imagining Forest singing to her and only her. She imagined the two of them on a beach in Mexico and his large ‘member’ pushing out the front of his shorts as he lay in the sun. While rubbing herself with her right hand, she squeezed her left breast with her other hand, which caused her to moan with surprising pleasure. She had never felt something this intense before, but she was loving every second of it. She began to move faster with her right hand, switching between back and forth to circular motions, and gentle pinches of her nipple with her left, as she imagined Forest coming up to her and putting his hand on her waist and kissing her. She felt a new wave of warmth and pleasure rush through her body as she rubbed her clit faster and faster, which made her arch her back and curl her toes. Her breath was heavy, then left her lungs all together as her body was taken over by euphoria.
Holly laid there in her bed for a moment, caught off guard by the feelings she just experienced. Everything was new to her, but she was pretty sure she knew what had happened. Holly had just given herself her first orgasm, and judging by the wet spot on her bed, it was a pretty intense one. All thanks to Mr. Forest.
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That night was almost 2 years ago, but Holly still remembered the sensation of that first orgasm. Through her high school years, Holly was never able to muster the confidence to go and speak to Mr. Forest. She was too afraid of saying something wrong, or being caught staring at his large package showing through his pants. Yet, she knew that her senior year was her last opportunity to be around him, and so she listed his only senior class as her top priority – Honors Psychology.
She didn’t know exactly what she was going to do now that she was in the class; but she could figure that out in the next few weeks. All she knew was that she was going to make the most of the opportunity that was laid out before her.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c354vk/honors_psychology_with_mr_forest_part_1