Everything changed after matching with a former student on Tinder: part 1

Nick put the car into park and killed the engine. His hands still gripped the steering wheel hard, his knuckles white. He took a deep breath to try and steady his nerves as he checked his reflection in the rearview mirror. Was he really doing this? To fantasize was one thing…but he knew he was close to crossing a line that couldn’t be uncrossed.

He checked his phone again and read the most recent message from Leslie.

“I’m at the far end of the bar. Little black dress. See you soon, Mr. F ;)”

He hastily typed out a reply.

“Just parked. See you soon…teacher’s pet.”

Taking another deep breath and trying in vain to get his heart rate back to normal, Nick got out of his car, locked the door, and started walking through the dark parking lot to the neon sign of the bar.

As he walked, his mind wandered to how things got to the point they were now.

It was less than a week ago that he had finally caved and downloaded the app. He knew the reputation Tinder had as a hookup site. In fact, he was counting on it.

Nick had been married to his wife Allie for two years now. They started dating his first year teaching, and had been together ever since. Everything was great between them emotionally, but there was still…something missing. It didn’t help that she traveled so often for work and was gone most weekends (which happened to be when Nick had the most free time). When she was home, there was always one excuse or another for the lack of intimacy.

“I’m too tired.”

“I’ve got a stomach ache.”

“I just feel really bad about myself right now. I’m not in the mood.”

It was the last excuse that annoyed Nick the most. Sure, Allie wasn’t a size 0 Instagram model. But he liked that about her. She was real. He liked her curves. He liked her thick, juicy ass. He liked her E cup tits. He wanted to jump her body every time he got the chance. And yet it had been three months since they last had sex. It would be enough to drive any man crazy.

So could he really be blamed for looking for a little bit of fun to fill the hole that had appeared in their life?

He wasn’t expecting much from Tinder. Certainly not to stoke gold on his first night. He quickly created a profile that made it clear what he was looking for, posted a couple of pictures from the gym (he was proud of the progress he had made in that regard), and went live. As Allie slept next to him, he started to swipe right on any profile that caught his eye, not really bothering to read the profiles or names. His heart jumped in his chest when he saw that he had his first match.

Quietly as he could, he opened the app and saw that he had a new message from her, “Leslie.”

“Well well well Mr. F, i didn’t expect to find you on here. Especially since i KNOW youre married. Bad boy ;)”

Suddenly, Nick’s mind was racing. Fuck fuck fuck, he thought. How could he be so careless? To be recognized so quickly. But then something else struck him as odd: “Mr. F.” Only his students at the high school he worked at called him that.

He quickly brought up Leslie’s profile. That’s when it struck him. How could he be so stupid! Of course he didn’t focus on the face in the pictures…not when there was the hot, tight body barely covered in a bikini in the first picture, and a sports bra and leggings in the second (a gym shot). But now that he was looking…of course. He knew exactly who she was.

During his first year teaching, Leslie was his favorite student. It was a little bit awkward to be 23 and teaching 18 year olds, but he was passionate about his job, and good at it, and his students respected him for it. Not that he would ever look at a student inappropriately, but Leslie was definitely more of a temptation than the others. She was the star of the volleyball team, tall toned legs (and a perfect ass, not that he would ever admit it) , athletic body (with overdeveloped perky tits, not that he would ever admit it), strawberry blonde hair and dark blue eyes that were to die for.

She was always the first student in class and the last one to leave. She would even hang out in his room during office hours, working on homework or venting about her boyfriend troubles to Nick’s sympathetic ear. He didn’t know it at the time, but she got a rush of excitement trying to tease him, pushing the dress code to its limit, watching the way his eyes would dart to her body, then away, then back again. Despite his best efforts to hide it, she could always tell. Especially on Halloween. Or when she wore her volleyball uniform to class.

Nick’s heart raced as he typed out a response.

“Leslie?! God…I can’t believe it’s you! It’s been…what, 4 years? You were my favorite student my first year teaching. I can’t believe we matched…my wife would kill me if she knew I was on tinder…”

He hit send, eagerly awaiting a response. He didn’t have to wait long.

“Hehe, it’s really me. i can’t believe its actually you! Ur the reason i set my age range a little bit higher if im being honest ;) and don’t worry Mr. F, I can keep a secret if you can…my fiancé wouldn’t be too happy that im on here either xXx”

Nick felt the blood start to rush in between his legs. She had a secret too. He didn’t know why that turned him on, but it did. He glanced back to make sure his wife was still asleep (snoring peacefully), and then responded.

“It looks like we are both being a little bad then. I always had a feeling about you when you were in my class. You never were one to follow the dress code, young lady ;)”

A few moments went by before his phone lit up with another notification.

“Oh, did you know i was a bad girl? Could you tell? You have no idea Mr. F. Let’s just say I had some fun in college ;) and don’t act all innocent with me. i could always tell the way you undressed me with your eyes. Especially when i wore my vollyball shorts to class. i think i still have them…want me to try them on for you? ;)”

Nick couldn’t believe what he was reading. He wasn’t even sure he was awake. Wasn’t sure if she was being serious or not. Was this real life, or just some perverted fantasy of his mind made manifest?

“I guess I’m busted. What can I say? I’m a professional, but I’m still just a man. Though now that you are graduated, I guess there’s no harm in looking, right? I’d love to see them…”

Almost instantly, a reply.

“Yes sir. Give me a minute need to sneak out of the bedroom while my fiancé is asleep…”

His cock throbbed in his boxers as he read her response. He wasn’t sure if it was her usage of the word “sir,” or the fact that she was admitting to sneaking around on her fiancé. Whatever it was, it was driving him wild, lowering his inhibitions, making him embrace the risk. Quietly glancing to make sure Allie was still asleep, he slipped out of the bed and snuck into the bathroom as quietly as he could. And he was glad he did. He saw that he had a new notification, and quickly opened up his phone to a picture attachment from Leslie.

He didn’t even notice then that his hand had immediately pulled his thick cock free, squeezing the shaft hard as his eyes feasted on what she sent.

She was in her bathroom, the camera facing the mirror. She was sitting on the countertop making a pouty face, wearing her old volleyball uniform: spandex shorts and tight jersey. Her ass had certainly grown a bit in college. It bulged out of the spandex shorts, forcing them to ride up her ass, showing off some cheek that could not be contained. Speaking of not being contained, obviously some of the partying went to her breasts as well. The fabric reading “Northridge High” was stretched thin across her chest, her stomach sticking out from the bottom. It was easily two sizes too small for her now. And, he couldn’t help but note, he could see the outline of her erect nipples poking through.

He didn’t even realize he had been stroking his cock until he felt himself almost cum. Regaining his composure, he stopped pumping his cock just in time, holding his breath to pull back from the edge as a bead of precum leaked down his swollen head.

“Jesus Leslie. And I thought it looked good on you when you were a senior. Fuck, I’m not sure I could keep my eyes…or hands off you if you wore that to class now.”

“Hehe is that so? Bad boy Mr. F ;) would you make me your teachers pet? Or maybe keep me after class for detention since im such a bad girl for breaking the dress code??”

Nick’s cock jumped again. This was taboo. Wrong. And yet he couldn’t help himself.

“Mmmm definitely detention. Such a bad little girl, making me hard behind my wife’s back. And you have a fiancé too. I’d have to punish you for that…”

“Oh…ur hard for me, Mr. F? That’s so naughty…can I see? I want to see if you’re bigger than Tommy…i want to see if ur as big as i always imagined”

Two things struck Nick then. First, how much trouble he could get into for doing this. And second, the name Tommy was familiar. It was the same boyfriend she was always complaining about to him when she was his students. High school sweethearts. How adorable.

His body acted on autopilot. He couldn’t have stopped himself if he tried as he stood in front of the mirror, his boxers at his ankles, his abs and chest flexed, his cock shiny with precum and standing straight up past his belly button, and took a picture.

A response came in almost instantly.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit. We always tried to picture what your cock looked like…thats a fucking pornstar dick, Mr. F!”

He contemplated who the “we” could be, but before he could finish his new response, another message came in from Leslie. A video.

She was on the floor of her bathroom, the phone propped up, her legs spread wide. Even in the dim light, he could see a spot of wetness in-between her legs. Her hands were running down her body, first pressing her tits together and squeezing, then running down her stomach, and finally under the elastic of her spandex shorts. He could hear her whisper as her hand started rubbing in small circles under her shorts.

“It’s a good thing Tommy is passed out drunk so he can’t hear this. I’ve always fantasized about you Mr. F…”

She paused and let out a slight moan, her hand starting to move faster.

“I’ve always wanted to be your little school-girl slut. I want you to fucking abuse with me that cock. Ffffucccckkkkk.”

He could hear how wet she was now. He could actually hear the sloshing sounds as she continued to rub herself under her shorts. Again on autopilot, he started to stroke his cock in time with her.

“Please make me your teacher’s pet Mr. F? I’ll do anything you ask. I’ll let you use me however you want. As hard and as fucking filthy as you want. God I need it!”

Her hand paused a second before moving in a slightly different way, and Nick knew then that she had just slid a finger (or two) inside herself.

The video ended.

Nick knew what to do next. It was only polite to return the favor. No longer thinking about his wife (or caring much), he placed his phone on the countertop so it was pointed straight at his cock, and recorded as he started to stroke himself faster. He whispered into the camera, as loudly as he dared:

“Do you think you could handle this cock Leslie? Your teacher’s cock? I know it’s got to be bigger than that little punk Tommy,”

Now it was his time to stifle a moan. He continued, picking up the pace.

“I want to make you cum all over this cock behind my wife’s back. I want to do things to you she would never let me do…fuck!”

He had to slow down again, gripping his shaft hard in his hand as another bead of precum leaked out of his head. When he had control again, he kept going.

“I want to turn you into the perfect little slut for me. My perfect teacher’s pet. My obedient little cum whore…oh fuck!”

This time he couldn’t hold back, and the camera captured it all. He grabbed his throbbing shaft hard in his hand, his wedding ring clearly visible, as his balls tightned. At first it was just another bead of precum, but it didn’t stop. The bead became a river leaking down his cock until he let out another stifled moan, shooting a thick rope of cum directly into the air and out of the shot. Then another. And another. And another. Cum leaked down his fingers, over his ring, making a mess of his still hard cock. Before he allowed himself time to come to his senses and reconsider, he hit send.

He cleaned himself off as quietly as he could, he heart racing. What was he doing? This was insane. He could lose his marriage over this, his job, his reputation. This was a mistake, he told himself. That was until Leslie responded with another video.

She was still in the same position, but now the camera was angled up so he could see more of her face. Her hand was pushing hard and fast in between her legs, still concealed by the spandex. She bit her lip. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her body started to quiver. She placed her free hand over her mouth to stifle her moans as her other hand pressed hard against in between her legs as she came.

It wasn’t quick. It seemed to last forever. She shook uncontrollably, head thrashing from side to side, chest rising and falling, knees squeezing together then separating apart as she quickly soaked through her spandex, squirting as she came harder than she ever had with Tommy after watching the object of her teenage fantasy cum for her.

“I made such a mess for you Mr. F. Now get back to bed so that Mrs. F doesn’t know what you’ve been up to. Talk to you soon xXx”

That was Monday. Each day since then was filled with near constant sexting, videos, pictures, teasing.

Now it was Friday. Allie had just left for her work trip and was going to be gone all weekend. Tommy was at a party. And Nick was meeting Leslie in person for the first time in 4 years at a dive bar on the edge of town.

He smelt cigarette smoke and stale beer as he opened the door. The lights were dim, but he could just barely make out his former student in a tiny black dress at the end of the bar as she beckoned him to come closer with her finger.

He didn’t know it then, but his entire life was about to change.
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Hey everyone! Thanks for reading (if you made it this far). I’ve got a lot of ideas of where to take things from here, so stay tuned for part 2!

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