Note: Hey guys! This is the sequel to "Guitar Lessons". I know I'm super late with this, but I was caught up with my personal life a lot. Thank you for still reading this!
Love,
butterflyflutterby.
[ps. for more clarity ive specified the pov]
Amber
"Miss Parkins, you're 15 minutes late to class. Please feel free to join us.", said my English teacher as I rushed in late. She looked me up and down, concerned. I barely got any sleep after what had happened the day before. I couldn't focus on anything at all without thinking of Mr Smith. Every attempt at even masturbating failed miserably. Nothing in the entire world could replace the feeling of his hands or his mouth.
I could only wonder what having his throbbing cock in me would feel like. At first, I thought of showing up without notice. But I didn't deem it a great idea. I even thought of finding some sort of replacement. But even though I wasn't in a relationship, I felt some sort of guilt every time I even thought of being with another guy for the night.
As much as I'd had guys taking me out on dates, they were just like all those desperate college boys. Boys that are impatient, and want sex as soon as they can get it.
But Mr Smith? He treated me like a woman and respected me at all times. He seemed to have enjoyed my company not only sexually, but otherwise too. An ache formed between my legs as I pictured myself pinned beneath Mr. Smith's buff frame, wisps of his gorgeous hair falling out of place as he breathed down my neck heavily.
If he wanted to make me wait, he'd have to wait too. And so, I found myself waiting for a Monday, for the first time in my life.
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Mr. Smith
I had to take a day off after my lesson with Amber. I thoroughly enjoyed teasing her and then making her come just by my hands. I could only imagine how amazing it would feel to be inside her.
While a part of me craved more of her, another part of me feared she wouldn't come back. That part presumed she regretted what happened last time. That she now hated me. Was I being a little paranoid? Ofcourse I was. I'd obviously never had any sort of experience in what people would consider to be a student-teacher relationship. While I did expect to see some sort of email that'd say that she was to stop attending my classes, I didn't remember any sort of resistance to anything I did the last time.
Was I going to ask her to stop coming? No. It was far too late for that. And I was beginning to feel something more than just desire towards her. I did like her, she was as smart as she was gorgeous. If she were really as interested in me as I was in her, could this become something more than just a sexual relationship? Maybe. Just maybe. And I found myself secretly hoping it would. Well, there could only be one way to find out.
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Amber
Monday came after an exruciatingly long time. And before I could even process anything, I got a text from Mr Smith.
"I hope you're ready for what I've planned for today's lesson."
"Yes, sir. I'll be coming at the usual time?"
"I would hope so. But you're going to have to revise everything we learnt during our last lesson."
"Yes, sir."
"Good girl"
The very thought made me squirm right in the middle of my class. My mind started flashing multiple fantasies with Mr. Smith. I couldn't believe they were about to come true for once!
Half an hour before class, I wore the new black lingerie that I bought, feeling confident and sexy, but most of all, extremely horny.
I reached Mr. Smith's home, covering my body only with a long, cream coloured coat, and rang the bell.
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Mr. Smith
Although I was old enough to be called an adult, I felt like a horny teenager all over again. I didn't bother wearing a shirt for today's "lesson" and sprang to the door when I heard the bell ring. Amber stood there, covered in her long coat. She stepped in and dropped the coat to the floor, and my jaw fell with it.
She wrapped her hands around my neck and I took that as an invitation to pick her up and pin her against the door, eliciting a sexy gasp from her. I couldn't resist kissing her, full in the mouth, cutting off any sound she could make. She continued to moan as I felt sinful shivers run up her body from her toes, to curl around the hardening nipples of her breasts, and back down to the warm center between her legs. "Fuck." I groaned in the kiss. "You're driving me crazy."
She then let herself down and pressed a hand against my chest, creating a distance between us, and flipped me, pressing my back against the door. I got confused. "Mr. Smith", she purred, "I've got a bone to pick with you." For a moment my heart sunk into my stomach. I thought this was it. This would be the last time I'd get to see her. Until I saw her smirk.
"And what would that be, Amber?"
"Well you see, sir, in our last class you didn't complete your 'lesson'. I didn't get to show you if I had learnt anything from it."
She unclasped her lace bra and just as I reached out to fondle her soft mound, she pushed my hand away.
"That night I lay in bed and thought of your rock hard dick in my pussy. I made myself come over and over again, but none of it felt the same as with you. I was wet throughout the entire week. All I wanted was to come here and touch you, kiss you, and let you fuck me hard. Do you have any idea how much I've craved to feel your cock pumping me?"
I was entirely transfixed on her body. Her breathing had increased and her breasts were beginning to heave slightly.
"So, this is for me."
She got down on her knees, her lust-frenzied eyes looked up at me, and pulled by sweatpants down.
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