I hate chemistry with such a passion. On the other hand, I'm deeply infatuated with my Chemistry teacher. Mmmm, Mr. Avery. God, those muscles and his deep, soothing voice turns me on beyond belief. Too bad for me he's married.
Well one day in class, Mr. Avery was busy talking to another teacher so my girlfriends and I started talking. We were playing a little round of truth. One of my friends asked me if I had 1 day left to live, who would I fuck and where. Without hesitating, I said Mr. Avery, on his desk. We all laughed, but the thought of fucking him on that desk turned me on so much, it was unbelievable.
After class, Mr. Avery asked me to stay after class. I figured he wanted to tell me to study a bit harder considering what I just got on my last test. I told my friends I'd meet up with them at the mall since it was the last period of the day. Mr. Avery closed the door as the last student left. He sat down on the edge of his desk, right in front of me. He started to say that if I put my mind and effort to doing well, I could. (Hmmm, so if I put my mind and effort into fucking him, I could???)
Anyways so after a few minutes, I noticed that Mr. Avery leaned down a just a bit further. I guess he couldn't help himself, much like all the other boys. I must admit, I have a great body. I work hard to keep it in shape so I feel I can brag about it. On this particular day, I had on a fitted button down shirt, a short skirt, and knee-high boots. As I crossed my legs, I noticed him lean in just a bit further. Soon I realized that the talking had stopped and we were both intently looking at one another.
Before I knew it, he leaned in and kissed me on the mouth. I returned the kiss and opened my mouth so he could explore my mouth with his tongue. He suddenly pulled back, realizing what was going on. He stood up to turn away, but I stood up and put my hand on his shoulder. I whispered in his ear, "This may not be right, but wouldn't denying ourselves be even more wrong?"
