I [M] fucked a [F] student who was way younger than me

Well, this is a story of some time ago and still now I remember it with a smile.

I was teaching in a private school and my students were all in a wide range from 6-year-old children to 20 something. I taught French and I loved my job, get along with my colleagues and, most important, with my students. I had some difficult cases or sometimes day were rough, but overall I was very happy there.

Teaching to teenagers was challenging: they are in an age were they don’t like to stay in class and, being mine a extra class course, they loved even less spend what they considered their free time studying stupid grammar rules.From my side, I would try my best to not be boring, to keep the classes entertaining and to walk on the line between “we are here to study, your parents are paying money to give you an education” and “OK, stop with past simple, let’s talk about your day”.Sometimes I would have a very good relationship with some of them, sharing their problems or worries, but usually it was all included in the class hours package (well, sometimes I could come across a student while going around and we would say “hi”, but keep going).

One student of mine, we will call her Sam, was one of my favourite. Sam is a bright and smart girl, great sense of humor, curiosity toward the world, clear ideas and not afraid to express her thoughts.I met her my first year as a teacher in the academy, she was 17 and, well, really beautiful: long blonde hair, green eyes, nice smile. Her body was athletic, not big boobs (I like them big, I must admit), but an incredibly nice ass that I peeked, a couple of time, calling myself a dirty old man, after this, being 42 and her teacher.Her class wasn’t very big, just few students, some get lost along the way and, sometimes, I would have lesson only with her. We talked a lot about her and she expressed her fears and worries about her future, about what she should study. I tried to help her, without giving her advices (that weren’t really requested), but trying to make her understand how wonderful it was to have her age and be able to choose and do some mistakes, still having a second and third chance, after.

In February it was her birthday, she turned 18 and we had a piece of cake in class. In May, during another solitary class, she was really scared about the fact that she had to chose an academic path before the week after. We talked and, at the end, I gave her my phone number, in case she needed to talk or just chat about anything else. She never called nor wrote, I never insisted.

Then the summer arrived and I didn’t see her for a while. The next October I came back to the academy and new classes were assigned. Sam’s wasn’t one of mine and so we just met in the hallway, sometimes, and smiled and said “Hi”, while going to our classes.One day we met outside my class, before a lesson and we talked shortly. She was studying physics and she was confused, but positive. I told her I was missing her in my class, she told me she was missing me too. We greeted and get back to our work.

A couple of month after I was going to my usual bar for a session of drink and correct exams, when we me at the corner. I hadn’t saw her for a while and we smiled and say hi and stood there, talking a little bit about nothing, about “how are you” and “what are you doing”. After a while I asked her if she wanted to drink something and, after a couple of second, she smiled and accepted.

We sat inside the bar, at my favourite spot and ordered something to drink. I simply asked her to tell me how she was doing and she started talking. A lot. Like a dam who broke and water fell out, she told me about everything: studies, health problems, parents’ divorce, any topic. I let her talk, simply sipping from my glass and waiting. After a (long) while she stopped, like she didn’t have anymore words and looked at me, puzzled.

“I’m sorry” she said.

I laughed and said there was no need to. We started again to talk and it was quite pleasant. Her outburst, strangely, made the atmosphere lighter. We had another drink and she asked about me and my life. I told the usual thing: everything is fine, just tired and a little bit stressed, miss my family who lives abroad.

“Are you married?” she asked.

“No, I’m not.”

“No girlfriend?”

“No girlfriend.”

She studied me and then said “I call bullshit.”

“I swear. Believe me” I added, when she kept looking at me.

She shrug and smiled.”You should hit on Caroline, she’s very nice.”

Caroline was a colleague and she was definitively nice and I hit on her but had no luck.

“Not a chance” I said, “also she’s in a relationship.”

“Fuck.”

“Language.” I said, as I used to do in class.

“We’re not in class.”

“Still” I smiled.

She stretched and looked around.”It’s nice being here. I’ve missed our chats.” she said.

“Thank you.”

“Really. You should have invited me for a drink before.”

“I would never.”

“Why not?” she asked.

“Because I don’t date students.”

I really regretted my choice of words when I ended my sentence. Suddenly there was silence between us and I felt like I spoiled the nice moment.

“What I mean is…” I started, but she interrupted me.

“No, uh?” she said.

Then she stood up and walked away. I turned around to follow her with my eyes, seeing her entering in the bathroom.Took my glass and drunk a sip of my drink.

“Good job, buddy. A perfect asshole.”

I waited some minutes, formulating in my mind the best line for when she would have come back and, at the same time, picturing scenarios of her talking with my boss about “this depravate teacher who offered me a drink and talked about dating”.

After a couple of minutes I took my phone to check my social media and found a message on WhatsApp from a number I didn’t had in memory.

Come here. – Sam

I looked at the bathroom door and around in the bar, but she wasn’t nowhere to be seen. So I counted to ten, then stood up, took my bag and slowly and casually (that means I probably looked embarrassed and too much obvious) walked to the door. I knocked lightly a couple of time.

“Uhm…Sam?”

The door opened and I slipped inside. The room was built so that people with wheelchair could easily enter and use it, so it was definitely large. Sam closed the door at my back and we stood there, one in front of the other, in silence.

“I’m not your student, anymore.”

“Well, technically speaking…” I started.

“I’m not.” she repeated, taking my hand.

“No, you’re not.” I admitted.

More silence. We looked in the eyes, then she leaned towards me and I had this moment where I asked myself if I really wanted to get involved in something like that. I never knew the answer because I kissed her and we started making out in the toilet.

I must admit I’m usually not into young girls. I don’t have the teen fixation, I don’t like hentai and girls dressed like students, but Sam really made my blood boil. So we kissed and make out a lot, like two teenagers (well, one teenager and a middle aged man with a ridiculous crush for a younger girl) and as the time passed, the kisses started to be more passionate, more aggressive and the heat was rising. Hands moving on bodies, I grabbed her ass and goddamn’ if it was hard. She caressed my beard and bit my lips, first gently, then harder. I sucked her tongue, while playing with her breast, above her dress, feeling her nipples becoming harder. She was wearing jeans, so I unbottoned it and moved my hand inside, under her panties. I could feel some pubic hair and I arrived between her legs, feeling her wet. When I gently started touching her, she moaned and her eyes were wide open as her mouth. I kissed her more, still searching for her tongue, while I was caressing her clitoris and feeling her legs trembling and her breath becoming heavier.

“Fuck…” she moaned.

“Language.” I joked.

“Shut up…” she said, laughing.

I decided I didn’t want to end fingering her, she was maybe a teenager, I wasn’t. So i stopped and put her my finger on her lips, when she started complaining. I kneeled and pull her down her jeans.

“What are you doing?” she nervously asked, while looking at the door.

“Thrust me. I’m a teacher.” I said.

Her pussy had some hair, not a lot, she wasn’t shaved, but she didn’t have a lot of. So I attached my lips to her and started sucking and licking. Her taste was great, I loved every drop of, while my tongue and my lips were hunting her clit without giving her any pause. My right hands’ fingers started to separate her ass and exploring her hole, gently, playing with it. After very few minutes she suddenly grabbed my hair, pulling them to push my face deeper.

“Jesus Christ don’t stop…” she whispered while she was coming and trying not to raise her voice.I kept going until I could feel her body relaxing and, at the same time, I slowed my pace, hearing her panting.

“That was…cool…” she said raising her hand.

I gave her a five and she hugged me.

“I didn’t see it coming, when I left home, before” she said.

We kissed a little more and she put her hand on my cock that was on the verge of exploding.

“It’s my turn to teach you something, now.”

She went down and opened my trousers. My cock almost jumped out and she looked at it with a smile. She gave a nice kiss on the top.

“Hey, little boy.” she said.

“If you don’t call it ‘little” I think it would be helpful.”

“Shut up. We’re getting acquainted.”

She passed her tongue for its total length, slowly and voluptuously. When she arrived to the tip she moved around playing a little bit, then she swallowed it and started sucking. I must admit it wasn’t a great blowjob. I could appreciate the passion, but the technique wasn’t great. So, I swear, I thought something like “Yes. OK. She’s nice, but not really experienced. I’ll let her play a little and then, I don’t know, maybe some hand…”. I was still thinking this and, like she could read my mind, everything changed and she was like sucking my brain out. I can’t really explain what changed, but suddenly her way of sucking was incredibly good: she sucked and licked with passion and strength, playing with my balls and also caressing my perineum with her fingers. When she had my balls in her mouth, her hand would keep masturbating me without giving me any second to breath. I was deep in her mouth when I felt that I was really near. I put my hand on her head.

“I’m almost there, Sam…” I moaned, gently pushing her away.

She grabbed my ass with both her hands and kept sucking me, adding more passion in it, until I came in her mouth with her still sucking without interruption and me with the feeling I could pass out. She left my cock free and I felt my legs really unstable. She stood up, a satisfied smile on her face and smirked.

“Was it OK?”

“Well..yes…I would say…” I mumbled.

She kissed me and slowly opened the door to give a look around. When she was sure nobody was there, she left, leaving me there, my trousers half down, asking myself which train hit me. I tried to give me a normal aspect again, but I was feeling like in a bubble. I looked at my watch: we stayed there for like 8 minutes or so.

“Not great for my curriculum” I thought.

When I went back at my table she was there, drinking her beer. We chatted as nothing happened, then, after half an hour, she went away. We shook hands.

“Thanks.” she said.

“Thank you, Sam.”

We stood there, hand in the hand, then she left. I started to correct exams.

Goddamn is it long. LONG STORY SHORT: we go to the bathroom and I lick her and she sucks me until I come in her mouth.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m2d9b5/i_m_fucked_a_f_student_who_was_way_younger_than_me