She stood looking into the eyes she'd dreamed about for the last seven years. She thought back to the first time she'd seen those sparkling blue eyes smiling at her. Her fourteenth birthday, registering for her first year of high school those eyes had belonged to her new homeroom teacher. And now, on her twenty-first she'd caught herself in those eyes again. "Hello Mr. Answell," she finally said, smiling softly at the man who had been a teacher, a friend and a fantasy over the years.
It'd been three years since he'd seen her last. A soft, lingering hug goodbye at her graduation and she'd left for college still a kid in his eyes. He saw her differently now, had barely recognized the late bloomer until she smiled at him. "My God, Maria! How are you?" Wondering if he'd been caught watching her body from across the room, he stood and hugged her.
She'd caught the look before coming up to him and hugged him back a little tighter than was called for, her body thrilling at his touch. "I'm doing pretty well actually, how are you?"
He began to reply that he'd been well, but she cut him short; "Sorry, I've got to meet some people; I just stopped in for a drink as I was leaving. But... do you think we could catch up some time this week?" She explained that she was in town visiting old friends and her family. "I don't have any daytime plans for the rest of the week though."
"Oh well, school starts back tomorrow but there are auditions for the first play after, if you wanted to drop by while I organize everything from my first day." She laughed, remembering the countless papers she'd had to fill out every year for him.
"Sure thing, I'll stop by around 5 once the auditions are over. See you then." With that she walked out of the small coffee shop tossing a little extra swing into her ample hips in case he was looking as he mused that she really had grown up quite well. *
The next day, walking up those familiar old steps, she thought back to her years at the school. He'd been there every year. He was her homeroom teacher through her awkward freshman and sophomore year, drama during the start of her popularity with the guys stretching the end of sophomore year to her graduation. Senior year he'd taught two of her classes and she'd become one of his trusted students in the drama tech department, often working right under him to get everything organized in time.
Oh the days she'd thought about really "working" under him. Even at fourteen, having never even kissed a boy she'd wanted him. Now, she'd had her share of awkward fumbling times even with guys much older than her. Even through all of that she'd thought of him when her mind wandered, imagining how much better he'd be. Through the years of her education she'd caught herself more than once staring at the obvious bulge in his pants wondering how much was the pants and how much was him. Almost daily she'd had the conversations with her friends. Each of them had different guesses but all of the girls agreed on one thing, they'd all like to find out.
He wasn't the "hot" coach but he was perfect to her. Those amazing blue eyes were only the first part of what attracted her to him. He was just a few inches taller than her, probably 6'2 at most, tall but not remarkably so. Above his eyes was light brown hair, softly spiked that matched the goatee that had once been a beard years ago. Maria couldn't even count the times she'd wondered what it would feel like against her if she were to kiss him. Getting close to his door she stopped going through her memories of him and checked her reflection one last time before knocking.
The first thing most people noticed was her height since not many women were so close to 6 feet. She claimed 5'11 but was really closer to six feet even. Dark brown hair halfway down her back and large, expressive eyes were second to be noticed. Dressed today in a denim miniskirt, white flip-flops and a white three quarter sleeve shirt unbuttoned for just a little cleavage she knew she was showing off her real assets: legs so long they needed special pants and an ass to rival any rap video rump-shaker.
With a deep breath she stepped up and knocked on the partially opening door, stepping in when he called. It didn't seem like anything had changed in the room. Maria was instantly transported back to the hours she'd spent here, as the rest of the school slowly emptied, working on all different things. His desk was in the same place at the back corner, student desks in rows before him.
Standing here now, in the deserted school, before him she let thoughts drift across the back of her mind as they exchanged pleasantries. She asked about his life, other teachers, drama, and the school in general. It seemed time in the room had stopped and after all of his questions about her life it was starting to get late. Eventually the conversation moved to parties in college and he laughed about her stories of the less than savory characters that tried to pick her up from different frats on campus.
"It's just that most guys my age don't really want more than one thing and no one really lives up to my ideal guy." She halted here wishing she hadn't said the last part. Studiously avoiding his eyes she smiled softly at her memories and looked around the room hoping he'd avoid the obvious question. He didn't.
"And who is this perfect mystery man?" He asked, worried she was selling herself too short again, hoping she understood that with her looks and brain she could have any guy she wanted and they'd be lucky to have her.
She blushed pink, looking every inch that girl she'd been so many years ago when she was actually supposed to be in this class room. "Well, you." After a few moments of silence she finally steeled herself she looked up into his eyes, scared what she'd find there. Scared he'd look at her like she was still that kid and make some light joke about him being too old for her. Scared he'd do anything but what she wanted most. Scared he'd do anything but take her in his arms and kiss her.
Looking up into his eyes she softly bit her bottom lip, watching his gaze travel down her face, locking onto the perfect white teeth which, upon noticing his look, were replaced by her tongue wetting her pink lips in nervous anticipation.
Seeing the vulnerability in her eyes and the sensuality in her lips he let himself lean forward, kissing her gently. Hesitantly he slipped one hand behind her neck and teased her lips softly, licking them then pulling back as she tried to pull him in. Taking this as a yes to all she was offering, Maria put her arms around his neck and began some lip teasing of her own. Though it felt like long hours to her reality was probably only a few seconds.
Finally, he broke the kiss and looked at her, breathing hard "We really shouldn't be doing this."
"No, we really shouldn't do this" she knew that, but having finally won him she wasn't going to back down now. She kept her hands right where they were, wrapped around his shoulders and stroking into his hair as she went slightly up on her toes to kiss his neck. Hearing his gasp and not feeling him pull away she moved up further, leaving a slick trail to his earlobe which she grabbed between her teeth, tugging softly knowing the feeling would shoot straight through his body.
With that he finally jerked, shivering just enough to pull himself from her teeth. Lips still practically touching his ear she breathed into it "we both need this." Her entire body pressed against him and she smiled into his neck as she felt him start to harden against her stomach. Slowly she slipped her hand down his body, trailing to the now massive hard-on his khakis were barely containing.
"No, this really isn't right. I can't, I'm sorry." He tried to step back, moving away from her. Unwilling to lose her dream before it finished, she grabbed his belt and pulled him back. The power of her desire seemed to shoot through her arm and as she pulled him back both stumbled in her direction, pushing her to his desk with him pinning her against it.
Not giving him a chance to change his mind again she put both hands back behind his head and pulled him in for a kiss that seemed to say everything. Pressing her lips hard against his she whimpered into his mouth as her body started to grind against his. Never one to be gentle and driven even rougher from her need she nibbled softly on his bottom lip as she sent one hand to his belt, undoing it before he realized her hand had moved and slipping into his pants before he could stop her.
Her cool hand grabbed him just as he came back to reality but feeling her stroke up its length, fingers trailing gently up his shaft he was no longer capable of saying no. Feeling him give in, she kissed him again as she slipped up onto his desk, showing more of her tanned thigh, skirt riding up as she spread her legs and pulled him between them, hand never leaving his hard cock. He moaned now, softly but she heard and let go of his head completely as her second hand went to get his pants down around his ankles and moved to fondle his balls.
