The next notch in my belt came at the latter part of the school year. I had caught the eye of one of my teachers. Mr. Smith was not as common as his name. He was very handsome, and came across as a straight up kind of gentleman. (It was sort of like the girl was with Professor Indiana Jones.) I have an obsession with smells. I like to smell good, have plenty of perfume, and I love the smell of a man. (The best reference for that is when the coach gets Kim Cattrall into the boy's locker room in the movie 'Porky's.')
Anyhow, Mr. Smith was walking around the classroom one day assisting the class with a project he had directed us to complete by the end of the period. He walked casually by my desk, and my nostrils were filled with his cologne. It wasn't one that I ever recall before that day. I inhaled only loud enough for him to hear. He paused, spun around and looked at me. I was needless to say, embarrassed. He politely smiled, and continued on his rounds. When he made it back to the front of the classroom, he kept glancing in my general direction. I squirmed in my seat. It was the last class of the day, and I was anxious to leave. The dismissal bell rings, and we all head for the door.
Whew! I made it out unscathed. I had been so worried I was going to have to explain myself to Mr. Smith. Throughout the following week, if Mr. Smith ever passed my desk, I made sure to inhale quietly. Now that I had had sex, and saw what it could do, there were feelings and emotions that started to make themselves known. I had never, looked at a man and think "Damn, I would love to fuck that!" Yes, that one was rearing its ugly head. All of my friends were older than me, which led to my attraction to older men. All of the guys I went to school with were too immature, watching them perform stupid little pranks that they thought warranted a standing ovation, was a put off to me.
A week or so goes by, and at the end of class one day, Mr. Smith summons me to stay. I continue to sit at my desk as everyone else leaves. Shutting the door, he ventures back towards my direction. He sits his ass down on the desk, with his feet in the seat and rests his elbows on his knees. I could see the outline of his bulge in his black slacks. His heavy starched white dress shirt billowed out from his chest to where I could see his chest hair lying against his tanned skin. Again, his cologne filled the air, and supplied a full complement into my nostrils. He was more than handsome, he was stunning. All I could think about as my sex started to moisten and awaken, was that 'I bet he knew what to do.' Imagining my nose close to his neck, breathing in his sensuous aroma, feeling his arms around me until I suffocate, made dying seem worth while. I would have gone to heaven.
"Chase,........Chase? Did you hear me?" he demanded.
"Uh, I'm sorry. I kind of drifted off."
"That's what I am talking about Chase. You are a very smart girl,.....mature, gifted athletically, you have a great potential to do anything you want. You're being scouted right now for a scholarship, but you went from an A to a C. What's going on with you?"
"I, I uh it's nothing."
"Chase, look I'm not trying to invade your life, I think that you are special and I would hate to see you fuck up for whatever reason, if I can help, then please tell me."
"I need to get to practice" as I left in a hurry.
How could I tell him? My loins were aching because of the thoughts that I had just flashed about Mr. Smith. I had never had such a desire, a craving before. This all stemmed from sex I told myself. I had watched movies, ones with elaborate sex scenes. I craved for the passion that was emulated by watching them. I was beginning to feel some of that passion when I would look at or be near Mr. Smith. He exuded passion in his teaching, it spilled from his mouth as he would lecture on great writers and poetry. I knew that this man would be able to bring me to another plateau in my sexuality.
After practice, dinner and a shower, I went into my room and finished my homework. I spent the following hour before going to sleep thinking of Mr. Smith. I slid my hand down under my panties and masturbated to the thought of being with him, his hands on my body, his tongue in my mouth, my fingers wisping in his chest hair. The orgasm I brought myself to was the most intense I had ever experienced.
School the following day was as any other day, except that as last period grew near, my stomach became filled with butterflies. In the lunchroom as I sat to enjoy my left over chinese food, Mr. Smith appeared. He sat down beside me.
"Chase, I did not mean to upset you yesterday, I am just concerned. I'm here to help. Please, please, if you need to talk or answers, just ask." He said with a look of concern.
I skipped the rest of the day and went home. I wanted this man, my heart was aching from never feeling like this. I was very confused. Later in the evening, I hopped on my bike and went for a ride to clear my head. Riding along the historic homes and businesses of my community, I headed out to one of the state routes to cruise the open road. Pedaling faster and harder to build my speed as I pushed to get my second wind. I love that feeling, it's almost like an orgasm throwing you into a sea of bliss. About five miles out from my home, as I am returning, I notice a truck approach and honk its horn. I motion for the driver to come around. As the car approaches I look over and it's Mr. Smith. I ride my bike onto the shoulder and he pulls in front of me.
"Hey Chase!" he welcomes as he exits his car.
"Hey Mr. Smith, what are you doing out this way?"
"I was just on my way to my parents' cabin to get it ready for their arrival."
"Oh."
"Say, would you like to see it? The drive way is just right there." Pointing up the road.
"Sure."
