I was bored. It was getting near the end of the year and it was a beautiful day outside. A day for going out with friends and having fun. And where was I? Stuck in a boring class in a boring school listening to a boring teacher drone on about the most boring subject on earth. It wasn't even as though we'd have exams on this stuff. They teach it, and I use the word teach advisably, because they have to.
My eyes wandered around the room and happen to alight on Charlie. Now he was a more interesting subject. Eighteen, same age as me, tall and handsome and incredibly popular. He was a star on the football team, all muscles and grace. He also had a girlfriend but I ignored her for right now.
I wondered what it would be like to have him make love to me. I could see it now. Him slowing undoing my blouse and removing it. My bra coming off and Charlie is touching my breasts, kissing them. I feel my nipples stiffening. Then he moves on. I'm wearing yoga pants, not a stupid school uniform. He rolls them down, leaving me standing there in bikini panties. He stands back, admiring me.
Still watching me he slowly strips. I'm holding my breath but gasp as his jocks drop away, revealing a huge erection. He's got that because of me. Now he's lowering my panties and holding me against him. I can feel his cock pressing against me while my breasts are crushed against his chest.
He picks me up and carries me to the bed, lowering me onto it. Nestling beside me he is touching me, stroking my breasts, my pussy, kissing me, tasting me. Then he's urging my legs apart. He's going to do it. He's really going to do it. I'm feeling hot down there. Too hot.
Change of scene. We're no longer in a bedroom. We're in a classroom, at the back of the classroom. I've got my silly school uniform on. He pushes me forward so I'm leaning over a desk. He lifts up my dress and takes hold of my panties. Down they go. I'm breathing hard. Everyone in the class is watching us. No. Strike that. It's as though we're invisible. No one in the class sees us.
I hear his zip come down. His hand is between my legs rubbing me. I can feel his erection pressed against my bottom. My god, he's going to take me in the classroom. What if someone turns around and looks at us.
Smack. There's a loud bang in front of me and I jump, focusing on the here and now. Mr Janders had just slapped his hand down hard on my desk.
"Do I have your attention now?" he snarls at me.
"Ah, yessir, sorry, sir," I gasped. "I, um, I was thinking about an assignment I have to hand in tomorrow."
"Then why don't you stay back and tell me all about this assignment after class has finished," suggested Mr Janders, and I swore horribly. (But silently. I was irritated, not insane.)
All right, I'll pay attention, even if it is the most boring subject on earth. I did, too, pointedly not looking towards Charlie. Now I found my eyes on Bruno. I have no idea how he got that nickname. Wait, yes I do. Someone told me that he's so hairy that when he strips he looks like a bear. He's as big as one, too. He's also on the team but I'm not sure what he does. Probably just stands in the middle of the field and scares whoever they're playing against. I couldn't imagine him making love to me.
There again, I could imagine him as a rapist. I'm walking home through the park. It's late evening and it's getting dark. Then Bruno is standing in front of me. His hand grabs my arm and he starts dragging me behind the bushes.
"Don't even think of screaming," he tells me and his voice is deep and growling. Once behind the bushes he forces me to the ground. His hands are at my jeans, pulling open the catch and zip, peeling them off me. I'm horrified at the ease with which he takes them off. It takes me forever, they're so tight. He takes hold of my panties, small lacy panties, and just pulls them in either direction, ripping them in half. My t-shirt and bra come off with one savage jerk and I'm lying there, naked and helpless.
He doesn't bother to undress, just unzipping and taking out a humungous cock. I blink. Partly at the size of it and partly because there's fur on it. The man is truly an animal. He's smiling as a hand rubs over my breasts, making me terribly aware of them. I'm even more aware of my pussy, lying exposed to his eyes. I knew the use he was going to make of me. I'm trembling and want to scream but don't dare. He moves closer, his cock touching me.
And that's enough of that. I take a big breath and focus on Mr Janders, giving him a big smile when I see he's looking daggers at me. He'd thought he'd caught me day-dreaming again.
I managed to get through the rest of the class without getting into trouble and when the final bell rung I was so relieved. All I had to do now was listen to one of Mr Janders's lectures and I'd be free. I just hope he didn't yap on for too long.
"Wait for me in my office," he snapped at me as I walked up to him, indicating the little office he had attached to this classroom. Then he turned his attention to the sycophants who pretended that they understood and enjoyed his lectures.
I waited, irritated and fretting, wanting to be out of there. Finally, finally, Mr Janders strolled in as though we had all the time in the world. He might not have a life outside of school, but I did.
"Valerie," he said nodding to me and sitting down. "I believe I've spoken to you before about daydreaming instead of paying attention."
I nodded and tuned out. It was going to be the same old, same old. As long as I nodded and made agreeing noises every so often I could ignore him and let the whole lecture wash over me.
I put an attentive look on my face and wondered what he'd be like as a lover. OK, he was probably twice my age but that meant experience, didn't it? Now that I thought about it he wasn't a bad looking man, quite handsome really. He had all his hair and a pleasant face, looked as though he was quite fit and, now that I thought about it, he was a very big man. He was probably as big as Bruno. I'd just never noticed before because he was a boring teacher and someone you ignored.
Now that I was thinking about it I wondered if he'd be all hairy the way Bruno was reputed to be. Probably not, I decided. Bruno always looked as though he needed a shave even if he'd just had a shave. You could see the fur line on Bruno's neck where the shaving stopped.
Would Mr Janders be rough or romantic, I wondered. Probably neither, but smooth. How would he go about seducing me? He'd sit next to me while he was lecturing me, I decided. He wouldn't lecture so much as chat to me, eventually putting a hand on my knee. I could imagine him stroking my leg, his hand sliding slowly up until it was brushing against my panties. He'd start rubbing me through my panties.
How would he get my panties off? He wouldn't. I could see it now, a hand slipping under the crotch of my panties, stroking me. I'm breathing hard, wanting to tell him to stop, wanting him to continue. His finger hooks the crotch of my panties, drawing them away from me and to the side. He releases them but they're now to the side of my pussy leaving me completely exposed. His hand is now on my pussy, rubbing it.
I suddenly realised that Mr Janders had stopped talking and was looking at me expectantly. I nodded, doing my yessir, yessir, three bags full bit.
"So you agree that that's a fair and reasonable suggestion?" he asked, apparently wanting to make sure.
"Yes, sir," I said quickly. Who cares what his suggestion was. All I had to do was stall anything he suggested for a few more weeks and I was so out of here. Goodbye school, hullo work. I already had a job lined up in my father's company.
"Well there's no time like the present," Mr Janders said, getting up and moving around to my side of the desk, indicating that I should stand.
"Ah, what, right now?" I asked inanely.
"Well, yes. Can you think of a better time and place?"
Not having the faintest idea of what I'd agreed to all I could do was shake my head, my brain racing trying to pick up on what he'd been saying. All I could remember was that I thought he'd make a smooth lover.
