It has always been a rather difficult task for people to determine exactly when and where love struck them for the very first time. Some assert it was "love at first sight," an instantaneous explosion of passion, interest and attraction coupled with a certain knowing that they had met "The One!" Others insist they found love only after years of getting to know a person fully and completely. To each their own.
For Emma Miller, a high school senior who was a scant five months away from graduating and had just been accepted to the University of Indiana for the coming fall term, falling in love for the first time was a combination of the two.
There was no doubt she had an immediate physical reaction to her Psychology teacher, Mr. Corey Stevens, on the very first day of class to start her last semester in high school. It was a mixture of his appearance, the way he carried himself, and his easy and approachable manner that caused Emma's insides to squirm. Her heart skipped a beat at the same time her pussy moistened, and from that moment on she was riveted to the man and everything he did or said as if she had been struck by a bolt of lightning. Then, over the course of the semester, after getting to know him better and feeling she had a really good sense of the man, Emma was powerless to stop herself from falling hopelessly in love with him.
Emma was tall, standing over six feet. Naturally, her height had always caused her to stand out, especially in a crowded hallway or classroom. She was also thin and physically fit with light brown hair that was straight but sloped down to her shoulders. Her face was nothing but teeth with two large blue eyes, cute cheekbones that resembled a chipmunk, and a high forehead. Her tits, if you could call them that, were perky but nothing much to speak of -- what the guys had often referred to as mosquito bites. Although that had never stopped any of them from wanting to see her tits just the same.
On the flip side, Emma's legs seemed to stretch for miles. In many respects it was as if Emma was nothing but legs, until you noticed the cute, tight ass that sat on top of them. What an ass! It swayed nicely back and forth seemingly at everyone else's eye level, and in a mesmerizing way that could have made a monk revoke his vows immediately and beg to get laid. Jesus had enough converts anyway.
Emma was hot, no doubt about it, possessed with pure natural beauty. She wasn't stunning or gorgeous, nothing to take your breath away. But in many respects she was even more beautiful because hers seemed more genuine somehow, less make up and more personality. Her eyes sparkled when she laughed or was amused, plus she was mischievous and fun. Perhaps her greatest quality was that she was down to earth and not the least bit pretentious or stuck up. What you saw was what you got with Emma -- she wasn't hiding anything. Emma acted the way she acted, whether she was with her friends, or teachers, or anyone else for that matter.
Furthermore, Emma was the athletic type where every part of her body seemed to compliment the other. To look at her from a distance it appeared she was a bean pole -- tall, lanky and flat chested. But then she smiled. The kind of smile that illuminated her whole face and, in doing so, instantly transformed her into a sexy knock-out and melted everything else away.
More than any of that, Emma was a kind person -- and that is definitely saying something, especially in an institution full of obnoxious, selfish adolescents. Emma was sweet, she was friendly, and she treated people the way she wanted to be treated. She had also surrounded herself with people who cared and looked out for her, which was good because she was being raised by a single dad who, although an equally nice guy, knew virtually nothing about raising a daughter.
Corey Stevens, on the other hand, was simply an average thirty-something-year-old divorced man who had arrived at his job a few years prior and had quickly become everyone's most popular teacher. Emma could certainly see why, although she never could positively identify what, exactly, it was about him that everyone was so enamored with. He simply had a way about him that was genuine, honest and fun -- coincidentally, much like herself. The fact that he was only about fifteen years older than Emma and the other seniors, and looked even younger, also contributed to make him seem more relatable and approachable.
Whatever it was about the man, Emma was attracted to him in a way she had never known before. Certainly, she had been with a few guys and was experienced in the ways of sex -- at least, experienced in the ways young guys want to get off. Yet, never had she met someone who turned her on so completely, and stimulated her body in every way, without ever touching her. Just the way he looked at her, and listened intently to whatever she had to say -- as though she was the only one in the room and whatever she was saying was the most important thing he had ever heard -- was enough to send her twat into spasms. That was something Emma could never have expected as she hadn't known it was even possible.
As the semester progressed, it became almost a daily occurrence in Psychology class that, while Corey Stevens shared stories, described concepts or explained vocabulary terms, Emma's pussy would automatically moisten. This would then prompt her to begin moving her legs slightly together, which rubbed her inner thighs against each other and heightened the sensation. On more than one occasion she even reached climax.
On those occasions in class, Emma would lean way down in her chair to allow her long legs to stretch out completely underneath the seat in front of her. She would begin rubbing her legs slowly back and forth while tightening her pelvic muscles to stimulate her pussy. The feeling was pure ecstasy. Knowing she could arouse herself in such a way without any touching amazed Emma, and that was certainly very much part of the excitement as well.
One particular day, however, Emma's good friend Sarah, who was seated next to her in the third seat back in the adjacent row, took notice of what was happening. A couple sly glances sideways told Sarah everything she needed to know. She and Emma had masturbated and fooled around together on more than a few occasions and Sarah knew exactly what Emma was up to. Still, she was shocked -- and turned on -- to find her friend pleasuring herself right in class. Sarah also became a little jealous as well.
Quickly ripping off a wedge of paper from her notebook, Sarah scribbled a message to her friend, "Are you masturbating over there?" She creased the paper and waited for Mr. Stevens to walk to the far side of the room before sailing it over on Emma's desk.
It slid across the desk and was headed off the other end until Emma reached out and slapped it down. She turned her head toward Sarah to find her friend biting her lower lip and smirking. When Emma read the note she turned bright red, embarrassed to find her secret revealed. She quickly jotted a response, "I can't help it. I'm horny." Then she refolded the paper and tossed it back.
Sarah read the reply and the two friends exchanged glances as Corey Stevens droned on about Maslow's hierarchy of needs. Sarah hastily wrote another message, "Me too. I'll join you." After flipping the note back to Emma, Sarah slouched down in her seat, spread her legs, and slowly lowered her right hand down inside her shorts making sure to cover that hand with her shirt just in case anyone was looking.
For the next several minutes, the two girls masturbated themselves while occasionally steeling glances at each other, smiling and nodding undetected encouragement. Remarkably, nobody seemed to notice or care, which added to the sense of daring and pleasure. It's always more fun to do things that are risky -- it heightens the senses and the pleasure. Of course, there was also no doubt that Mr. Stevens could hold your attention with stories and anecdotes and humor, which is exactly what he was doing with the rest of the class.
From Emma's angle, she could see her friend's legs bent slightly outward. It seemed noticeable to her that Sarah was playing with her pussy. It also seemed obvious to Emma that her friend was feeling pretty fucking good because Sarah was displaying a rather interesting expression on her face -- one that was hard to determine whether it was painful or gratifying.
Just then Corey Stevens stopped talking mid-sentence and Emma noticed he was looking directly at Sarah. Picking up on the same thing, the entire class turned its focus on Sarah.
"Everything alright Sarah?" he asked, looking both alarmed and a little intrigued. She was practically lying flat in her seat, a pained expression on her face with one of her hands missing. Some of the students started to snicker while others exchanged wide-eyed glances and smirks.
Instantly snapped back to reality at the mention of her name, Sarah tried to catch her breath as she hurriedly scooted upwards in the chair. "Huh -- wh...?" she muttered feebly as if arousing from a deep sleep and noticing all eyes on her.
