He had always had a thing for her even though he knew that it was the some old cliche: a student crushing on his teacher. Irfan felt that his feelings went way beyond some teenage crush. He wanted to do unspeakable things to Parveen. All he could think of while looking at her from behind as she wrote on the black board was undoing the zip on her kameez that hugged her petite frame tightly and planting kisses down her spine. He would often gaze hungrily at her boobs which seemed way too perky for a mom of two. Whether it was just a nice push up bra or that she really was that perky, he just wanted them in his mouth.
He couldn’t contain his excitement when she was announced as the chaperone for the team’s debating trip to Islamabad. That meant he could get a few days of interaction with her out of the class. He also loved how affectionate she would be on these trips with all her students, almost motherly, in making sure that they were all looked after and didn’t have any problems. Irfan loved this about Parveen and just wanted to feel that affectionate love from her, right after she had ridden him to kingdom cum.