Erotic At Eighteen Ch 02

CHAPTER TWO: A PROBLEM WITH BEHAVIOR

I sat in my office at Johnson High School. The first half of the day was quite slow. Not many kids came to talk with me in the morning hours, unless a teacher sent them in with a note. This particular session was one of those cases after my lunch period. I clocked in from lunch and was just preparing my desk when the door opened and a senior girl looking very upset walked in. She plopped herself in the comfortable chair across from me. "Hi," I said, breaking the tense silence between us. "I'm guessing from the way you came in, you're not here on your own terms?"

The girl slid a piece of paper to me. It was one of the new Counseling Slips that the principal issued for teachers having problems with a student's behavior. Her name was Monica Lewis, eighteen years old. The teacher, Mr. Zackerman, explained in the reason box that Monica and another student were passing notes to each other. The subject was not one that would be considered 'school appropriate'. "I see. Well, let's talk about why you're here and what we can do to fix the situation."

"It was a stupid note." Monica grumbled. "There's nothing wrong with it, is there?"

I hesitated. Even I passed notes to students when I was in school and got away with it, even if I got caught. "Not usually, but it does depend on the topic you're discussing with the other student. What was it?"

Monica bit her lip and twirled a curled braid around her finger nervously. "Okay, we were talking about sex!" she said exasperatedly. "But we weren't going to do it on school grounds."

"You do know the subject is rarely talked about besides Health class, right?" I asked her. "Since we're on the subject of sex, let's dig a little deeper. You'be had sex?" She nodded. "When was your first time?"

"My sixteenth birthday." Monica said without hesitation. "My boyfriend at the time came over to help my parents set up the small party at my house and, when we went to bed, he snuck in my room and we did it. He popped my cherry and everything." She smiled at my impressed expression. "What about you, Mr. Erickson?"

I looked back in my mind to when I lost my virginity and chuckled a little. "I was the same age as you, but it wasn't with my girlfriend. I went to a party hosted by the quarterback of the sophomore football team, got drunk and ended up doing it with a cheerleader." Monica burst into laughter as she tried to picture me having drunk sex with a cheerleader at a football player's house. "Here's another question for you. Have you ever had sex with an older man?"

Monica went quiet for a while. I could practically hear the gears turning in her head as she thought hard. "I would like to at some point."

"Well, I was thinking that maybe lack of sex is your problem." She tilted her head, her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. "When's the last time you had sex?"

"A few months ago," she said. "Aw, man."

"Your hormones are going insane." I explained. "I'm not an OB/GYN, but I do remember quite a bit about women's hormones. It was quite fascinating." Monica rolled her eyes but she listened to what I was saying. "I think we should work out a day and time to meet after school. Twice a week would work, at least until we get this worked out so you don't lash out at your teachers."

"I didn't lash out at Mr. Zackerman." Monica said. "I even explained that what Reggie and I were planning wasn't on school property, but the A-hole didn't give a damn and told me to see you to work out my obsession with boys and sex. He thinks I'm a sex addict!"

"Are you?" I asked her. Her brown eyes got big and her jaw dropped after a moment.

"He's right," she said, more to herself. "He's completely right. For the past two days, Reggie and I've been talking about sex constantly." Her tone and look of disbelief and awe as she realized what was going on changed as a broad grin stretched across her lips. "I think you're right, Mr. Erickson. I do need it. That's the reason I've been acting so irrationally."

"Then what do you want to....?" My voice trailed off as I watched the slender eighteen-year-old lock my office door. "Oh." That was all I could say. Monica pulled her chair closer to me and rubbed my leg through my dress pants. "Well, I see you agree to our meeting arrangements?"

"I agree," she said. "I want it. I want it so bad." She pulled her white T-shirt over her head and threw it on the table behind her. Her black skirt was next, landing perfectly on top of the shirt. All she wore now were her black bra and panties. "It's your turn, Mr. Erickson."

My voice was a shaky whisper. "Please, call me Greg." Monica kissed me lightly on my lips and moved back so I could undress. She helped me with my buttoned shirt while I tapped a button on the office phone to call the receptionist. "Mrs. Lawson, hold my calls and appointments for the next hour, please. I'm busy with a student at the moment and it will take a while." The receptionist replied with an okay and we returned to our activities. I was fully undressed in minutes and Monica's warm thighs felt great on my own. I smiled as I felt her warm mound pressing against my own crotch. "Now, how do you want to do this?"

"Before we do anything, Greg, I want to tell you something." Monica said. Her soft, warm hands traced circles on my bare chest. "I kinda have a crush on you. I'm not sure when it started, but..."

"That's sweet," I said, "and ironic that you get to get freaky with the school counselor that you have a crush on."

"I'm such a lucky girl." Monica giggled and kissed me again. "Now, let's do this. She dropped to her knees and immediately started sucking my rod. I felt one of her hands put my own on the back of her head. I stroked the straight-back cornrows that made this high school senior girl look tougher and more mature and very, very hot.

"I think I'm a very lucky guy." I said with a sigh of relief and pleasure. She hummed and the vibration gave me goosebumps all over my body. I shivered. "Oh, that felt weird, but really good." Monica hummed again and I gripped her braids quickly, pressing her face down deeper into my crotch until my testicles were touching her chin. I heard the girl gag a little. "Oh, I'm sorry." I said with concern as she gulped air into her lungs. "That felt so good, I couldn't help it."

"I'm cool with deep-throating, but not to the point I can't breathe." Monica gasped. Once she was able to breathe, she hopped up on my desk and I stood. "What are you going to do, Greg?" she purred. Smirking, I bent down and kissed her lips and kept kissing down her neck and went to town on her 34-C breasts, making her moan loudly. I looked down and saw her fingers thrusting in her tight tunnel at a rapid pace while I devoured her chest. I moved her fingers away from her slit as I kissed down her belly and stopped above her bush. "Are you going to eat me, baby?" she cooed at me while stroking my brown hair. "I want it. Do it."

All I heard was the sound of her shrill scream before my ears were covered by her thighs. My tongue flicked in and out of her tunnel while my lips sucked and kissed her nether lips, making the girl want more. I felt her push my face deeper between her legs, which were trembling very violently, now. Her juices came out in a flood in my mouth. She tasted very sweet. I wiped my face with a hand towel and stood up again, letting Monica rest from the orgasm she experienced. She was panting. Beads of sweat streamed down her whole body.

"Holy shit!" I sat her down in my desk chair to let her breathe better. "That was amazing!"

"Should we stop for now or do you want to keep going?" I asked.

Monica, still shaking a little, looked at the clock and said, "I still have another twenty minutes before my next class. Besides, how could I not want more after that?"

I laughed and went to my desk drawer and slipped a condom on. "Okay, whenever you're ready, we can wrap up." Monica resumed her previous position on the desk and she helped me stick my pecker in her pussy. I slowly rocked my hips back and forth. Both of us watched my shaft easily slide back and forth in her slit. Her big brown eyes looked into my green eyes as we connected emotionally and physically.

"Harder," she said. "Please?" I nodded once and increased my power and speed. Monica tossed her head back and moaned. "Mmmm, yes!" I lowered my body on top of hers and kissed her deeply while fucking her. "Mmm!" she moaned into my lips. "Fuck me, Greg!" she growled. "Fuck me like I'm your slut!"

My primal instincts overpowered me. I pulled out of her, grabbed her roughly by the arm and turned her until she was bent over the desk, her hands tightly gripping the edges for support. I rammed my monster cock in her loose and moist pussy hard and fast, making her breasts jiggle and her moans quick and loud. "Do you like that?" I growled into her ear. "Do you like me ramming your pussy?"

"Yes!" she moaned. "Yes, I love it!"

"Prove it to me!" I ordered her. That was a bad idea. Monica's eyes flashed with lust as she moved quickly, turned and pushed me on the leather sofa by the wall. With the best skill I ever saw in my life, Monica easily lowered her hips down on my erect cock, which disappeared from view in seconds. "Um, I..." I was on Cloud Nine while this fine girl rode me hard and fast, bouncing on my pelvic bone and moaning as if she were in heaven. "Oh, shit!" My hips bucked and I felt my seed spray deep inside her. Monica came at the same time as me. Still wobbly from the orgasm, she got off me and cleaned herself with some disinfectant wipes she had in her backpack.

"Thanks for the help, Mr. Erickson." Monica said. Smiling, she kissed me deeply on the lips again. I quickly wrote the time and day of our next session and handed her the paper. "Okay, see you Friday at two, then," she said with a wink and left the room in a more chipper mood than when she came in.

I sat behind my desk, fully dressed and could not believe what just happened. I've had sex before, but that, by far, was the best I had ever had in many years, and I was only thirty-five. I knew there was more to come, and I couldn't wait. I really liked this girl. Then, a thought hit me: maybe Monica and I could be something more. There was a good chance of that, if I timed it right.

To Be Continued...