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I was just sitting in class, mind my own business, when he walked in. Tall. Leather Jacket. Caramel Skin. Lip Ring. Beard. Pretty much sex on legs.
"Hi, class. My name is Kahle, but since I'll be teaching you, I'd prefer it if you call me Mr. B."
Annoying Melissa raised her hand. "Where's Mr. Ventrussi? He didn't quit, right?? He still hasn't graded my first semester project." The other students started mumbling nervously.
Mr B. Raised his hand and the class fell silent. "No, he didn't quit, he's just taking his dog on vacation. It's a three day cruise in the Mediterranean. Very standard, nothing to worry about."
He quickly set us up with one of those by-the-book substitute-teacher physics videos, but I didn't catch any of it. I was way too busy watching him. Everything about him, every movement he made, was soo sexy. I was so enthralled, I barely even noticed when the bell rang. I was the last person to gather my stuff and leave the room, and I ended up right behind him on the way out (eeee!).
"Those-um- are some cool patches" I said quietly, motioning to the patches covering the back of his jacket.
"Oh!" he turned around, surprised. "Thanks." He pointed to one on his chest. "This one's for my band."
My heart almost pounded through my chest. "You're in a band?" I asked, trying not to fangirl.
"Yeah. I play bass." I was about to ask him a million more questions, but he pulled out a cigarette case and started looking around for a door. "Well, see you around." He said, smiling.
"Oh yeah! Okay! Bye!" I scurried away before my entire face had become enveloped in blush.
I loitered nervously outside the classroom door after school, and almost walked away a couple times before I worked up the courage to go inside. He was sitting at the desk, writing something.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"I'm supposed to take a test? I don't know if Mr. Ventrussi told you, but-"
"Oh yeah." He pulled out a few papers from a file. "I have it right here."
"Cool.. thanks" I smiled at him nervously.
I finished the test in less than twenty minutes, and spent the next forty talking to him, as he had been expecting the test to take me at least an hour.
We talked about his punk band, his adventures in backpacking, his black pit bull puppy. I found myself getting even more interested in him, and trying to tell if he was interested in me. While he was organizing his backpack, I pulled down my shirt a little and pushed my boobs up, and when he looked up I could have sworn he stared for a second, but it could have just been wishful thinking.
I stared at him plenty, taking in his noticeable muscles, his hints of tattoos, his gauges, his piercings. He was just so fucking hot.
After an hour he offered to walk me out to my car. He walked right behind me to block the wind, and I "accidentally" bumped into him as much as I could.
The next day, I wore some of my favorite clothes. Clothes I don't usually wear in public, because I don't like all the stares. But I wanted him so badly to stare.
At the last minute, I even took it up a notch. I pulled off my bra, and let my 34DDs bounce freely. I added a thin sweater, just enough to keep me from getting kicked out of school, but still give him the view I wanted. Along with my short skirt and knee highs, I knew that if he liked me, he wouldn't be able to ignore me.
I found excuses to get up over and over again in his class. Sharpening pencils, dropped scraps of paper, collecting tissues from the box on his desk.
At the end of class, I walked over to my friend Sarah's middle-front-row desk, and bent down low over it, asking her inane questions about the TV she'd seen last night. I had practiced this enough times in the mirror last night to know this let my pink panties peek out, just enough for Mr. B. to see. I talked to her for as long as I could, moving my hips softly from side to side.
When I walked back to my desk, I didn't sneak a peek at Mr. B. until I had gathered all my things, but he looked very distracted. Because of me?
I had already walked back into his classroom at the end of school when I realized I didn't have a plausible reason for being there.
"Uh-Hi, Mr. B. Did you.. grade my test?"
He laughed. "You know that's not my job."
"Well, could you look over it and tell me how you think I did?"
He looked at the first few lines and grimaced. "Ugh, my back is so sore. I've been lifting way too much lately."
"Oh! Well, I could.. rub it? If you want? Since you're doing me a favor and-"
"Sure." He cut me off, staring at me with those piercing brown eyes.
I felt woozy. I walked up behind him, and nervously put my hands on his shoulders. Oh my GOD. I could already tell he was muscular, but wow.. I was so grateful to be standing behind him, where he couldn't see me blush.
I tried to keep my breath steady as I rubbed my hands up and down his back, over to his biceps, one hand even trailing down his chest. "Your pecs must be sore, too." I murmured.
I listened for a change in breathing, or a change in heartrate. Nothing. He barely even relaxed into my hands. It was like it wasn't affecting him at all... Ugh, why did he have to be so cool and collected?? If only he would give me some sign that he liked me too, that he wasn't just being polite to a weird overly-flirty high school girl.
But maybe I could make him give me a sign.. He'd already said yes to the massage, and he was a "teacher", so maybe it would be just as much his fault as mine if I took it too far? He probably wouldn't even report it, and I'd never have to see him after tomorrow..
And I wanted him.
I started running my hands more freely along his body, exploring. I grabbed all along his huge shoulders and upper arms, and traced my fingers along the muscles on either side of his spine. I worked my way down to his lower back, even lifting up the edge of his t-shirt, and working my hands underneath. I pressed hard into him, and felt his muscles start to relax a little. He was silent, and I couldn't see his face, but he had stopped turning the pages of my test, and, peeking over, I saw he was gripping the edges of the paper tightly.
Hmm...
I let my hands drift over to his abs. Oof... rock solid. I traced each line of his six pack, wishing there was some way I could see it. FUCK. How can a person even be this hot??? Honestly, it's just not fair. How can I be expected to handle myself??
I really, really, REALLY wanted to touch his cock. But what if that was too far? And besides, I still had all of tomorrow to make a move. Still, I at least wanted to see it. I had a feeling it was huuuuge. I pulled my hands back around to his shoulders, and as slyly as I could, leaned over him and looked down.
Ahhhhhwowwww. It was huge. And hard. Straining up against his black jeans, it looked like a python. There was a small dark patch towards the end of it. Precum? I must be better at this than I thought..
My hands moved back down to his waist, and I suddenly nuzzled into him, peering over his shoulder and pushing my chest into his back. I heard him gasp slightly, and saw the python twitch. God, I would love to feel it twitch inside me..
Feeling evil, I gently grabbed his hips, and nuzzled into him even more. His beard felt scratchy against my cheek as I let my lips brush slightly against his neck and shifted around a little, rubbing my boobs against him.
And then I stood up. I walked quickly back around the table, doing my best to act like nothing had just happened. I flopped back into my chair and looked at him.
"so, what do you think of my test?"
He just stared at me, blankly, mouth open, for a few seconds. "Aah.. yes.. your test. It was, uh, good. Yes."
"Cool!" I bounced up from my seat, smiling innocently. "Thanks so much, Mr. B. That was really helpful, but I gotta run. See you tomorrow!" I bent over low to grab my things, and before he knew what was happening, I was bouncing my ass out of the room.
The next day in class, I kept trying but failing to catch his eye. I saw him lingering over my body out of the corner of my eye, but every time I looked at him, he was immediately absorbed in paperwork. Finally, while the rest of the class was absorbed in their phones, our eyes met and he smiled. I practically skipped out of the room at the end of class because HE-LIKES-ME!
I rushed back to his classroom at the end of the day. Crossing my fingers, I looked out of the window in the hallway. Yes! I could see someone wearing a leather jacket, smoking at the edge of the soccer field. Definitely him.
Making sure no one was watching, I rushed into his classroom. Once inside, I straightened my hair, pulled down my shirt a little, and took a deep breath. I was ready. And I was really hoping that my plan would work.
I walked over to his desk, and ducked underneath. Luckily, it was big enough that I had plenty of space to hide. I sat down on my knees and waited. I could feel my panties getting wet, just thinking about how close his cock was going to be to me. How I would hopefully be able to see it..taste it. I started rubbing my fingers against my clit absentmindedly, imagining what it would be like to run my tongue along his caramel-colored dick. How it would probably taste just as good..
The door opened, and I almost squealed out loud. I quickly pulled my hands out from my panties and put them over my mouth, even though he could probably hear my heart thumping from across the room. His doc martens came into view as he walked up to the desk, and his legs. Even those were muscular. He sat down, but turned the chair away from me, towards another table. Oh no, what if he never faced this way at all?
