My name is Alexander Boi. I'm a high school teacher in my late twenties. I wouldn't consider myself a particularly attractive guy, but others seem to think so. Six feet tall, not ripped, but a nicely toned body. I have short brown hair and wear glasses when I'm teaching, but what most people seem to think is very appealing about me are my eyes. I have to admit they're my favorite part about myself as well; they're a brilliant aquamarine like a pool of freshwater.
I'm no saint by any stretch of the imagination, but the one thing I thought I had handled in my mind was never becoming involved with a student. I may be a teacher, but I'm not dead. Some of the girls at my school were quite attractive and not afraid to show skin where they could get away with it. Both female teachers and students found me attractive as well as a male or two. I can't say I didn't like the attention, but that's as far as it went. Girls showing off their cleavage, slowing switching how their legs were crossed when they wore skirts. As long as I didn't retaliate or egg them on I would be fine.
The problem arrived when I was beginning my third year at the school. I would be homeroom teacher and head of the new class of freshman coming in for the rest of their high school careers. That was the first day that I met Maxima Adoni, but everyone called her Max. From the first moment I saw her there was something unusually drawing about her. Unlike many of the girls at school Max had raven hair instead of blonde or light brown. It cascaded in silky loose curls all the way down to her mid back. Her skin contrasted it greatly as it was quite fair, it too had a very silky appearance. Her nose was small and cute centering her face with light petal pink lips underneath. Her eyes...her eyes were the most captivating thing. They were larger than normal even for a younger teenager and the most brilliant green like the first leaves of spring.
Max was a bit of a tomboy wearing mostly boot cut jeans and some kind of t-shirt or thin strapped tank top and a pair of sneakers most everyday. Maxima was very smart. Before she had come to our smaller town she had been home schooled by her parents and herself. Her parents were an archaeologist and an anthropologist with doctorates traveling the world together, but they wanted Maxima to have what she could of a normal teenage life so they settled down for a while so she could go to a normal school. Maxima seemed to spend most of her time staring out of windows, daydreaming to herself, than with her head in the classroom, but that didn't stop her from being one of the students with the highest GPA. The two subjects that Maxima excelled at more than any other were Art and English, which is what I teach.
From her freshman year I watched Max grow into a more beautiful young woman every day. I care about all of my students and think about them when I'm off of work too, but Max always stuck out in my mind. At first it festered in my mind because she didn't seem to be interested in me. She never ignored me, but she wasn't enamored with me like a lot of my other female students were. This singled her out in my mind. I don't consider myself a narcissist, but for some reason this one girl not being attracted to me bothered me. She didn't wear revealing outfits to school, accidentally drop things in my presence, take exceedingly long to pack up when class was finished so she could stay behind.
When senior year came Max was in my classroom for homeroom. Then I saw her when I had lunch duty in the cafeteria and then one more time during AP English class at the end of the day. For almost four years I had Max in my classes and saw her at her job at the bookstore in town. She never gave me so much as a hint of wanting to be with me. Max was so friendly and nice with everyone. Her closest group of friends were actually the outcasts from most groups. She spent time with the kids that were artistic and nerdy, dungeons and dragons enthusiasts and chess team members. Max was the kind of girl that I dreamed of in my teenage years. A gorgeous girl that didn't care if you were geeky or a bit awkward. Yet she didn't have a boyfriend. I know a lot of guys tried, but no one ever dated her. For junior prom she went with one of her girl friends and her normal group of friends seemed to have the most fun out of anyone.
It was nearing spring time and senior prom was right around the corner. It was to be held on March 20th the first day of spring. It was also Max's birthday so I wasn't sure if she was coming or not. I was set up as a chaperone and also was mostly in charge of the event since it would be for my graduating class. We chose to have it at the botanical gardens two towns over in a beautiful reception hall they had there for weddings and during the event students could wander the gardens taking in all the amazing flowers.
My stomach was actually turning nervously with every car or the occasional limo that pulled up letting students out. I wanted more than anything for Max to be there. Sometimes girls would break off from their dates to ask me how they looked. Everyone looked amazing that night, it was like a pre wedding for girls. When I saw a white jeep pull up I knew that Max's friend Brianna was here and she would never come without Max. Three of their male friends got out then their friend Lizzy then so did Max. Max had always been an unconventional sort, but her dress was so perfect for this occasion and her. It was light greens, whites, and sheer fabric fashionably pieced into a fairy dress that hugged her shapely body and fluffed out just right at her hips. There were fresh flowers braided into her hair and I could finally see her shapely legs. They were nicely accentuated by a pair of medium heeled sandals with lace crisscrossing wrapped up her calves. Max looked positively aglow and she looked right at me. I couldn't have taken my eyes off of her if I wanted to, but I definitely didn't want to. She blushed a little with that shy kind of smile that made me want her even more. Then she slowly walked over to me.
"You look beautiful." The words came out of my mouth without any coaching.
"Thank you." Max said in a soft shy tone.
"Max you ready?" Came Vincent's voice as he met up with her. "Hey Mr. B." He greeted me.
"Hey Vincent, lookin' good man." I forced a smile and compliment. I could have killed him.
I had never seen Max act like that before. She was normally pretty vocal and not shy about anything. I got to see a side of her that I never had before and I wanted to see more of it. Prom began and everyone was having fun. I tried to stop paying so much attention to Max because it was driving me crazy that I couldn't seem to get close to her. When I couldn't take not admiring her any longer I saw she wasn't with her friends. She was either in the bathroom or went out into the gardens. I hoped gardens and went out to look for her. Some of the gardens were inside because of their tropical plants others outside so it was very cool in the evening. I spotted Max away from the noise of the prom on a bench outside. She had wandered quite a distance and was outside where most people were avoiding because of how chilly it had become. She was unlacing her sandals and stretching her mostly bare legs. She probably wasn't used to wearing any kind of heels. I strolled over to her as casually as I could manage and sat on the stone bench next to her.
"Having fun?" I asked because it was the most appropriate question I could think of.
"Yes..." She replied simply. "I just needed some air and to let my feet stop hurting, stupid heels. I don't know how women wear those death spikes all day." Max commented and I laughed. She was always against wearing anything if it wasn't practical.
"Here." I offered with my palm up near the foot she had on the bench. Her mouth opened a little like she wanted to decline, but she lifted her foot and hesitantly placed it in my hand.
Max's foot was quite warm despite the chilled air and softer than I had imagined. I was finally touching her. Now with her in my hands I realized that she was fairly small. I had always known she was a little shorter than average, but now with her small foot in my hands I realized how much bigger I was than she. Max had a sleek frame, but her breasts and ass rounded out her front and back so attractively. I caressed my fingers deeply across the underside of her foot and over the top of her petite toes. Max blushed across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. She bit her lip lightly as though she were holding back from moaning. I couldn't help it, I could feel myself getting hard. Max looked like a dream, a sexy fairy against a background of thick plants and winter blooming flowers. I messaged her foot a little deeper and a light moan escaped Max's petal like lips. I had thought about this for so long. It took all my self control not to throw myself onto her. Max laid back on the bench with her eyes closed. I moved my message to her ankle, then a little higher, and a little higher to her calf muscle.
Her porcelain skin was getting flushed and her chest rose and fell deeply, but quickly. Max was getting excited. Her leg was so smooth and well muscled. I messaged up a little more to the back of her thigh then the front with my other hand. I deeply caressed her up and down until I could almost touch her panties. I felt them once with the tips of my fingers rubbing up the back of her thigh. The thought of them stretched over that shapely ass made me want to grab it with both my hands and pull her onto me. Not too far away would be her pussy. I imagined it was nice and wet already soaking into her panties. I tested my boundaries working up the back of her leg gently slipping my fingers under the line of her panties. She moaned lightly, but didn't protest. Again only a little further. The next time I didn't slip my hand under, but over and kneaded her perfect cheek in my hand. Max sat up. I was afraid that I had gone too far, but for a moment I could see her look. Her eyes were half closed with that intense green staring back at me burning like I was. Her flushed cheeks and gently parted wet lips. Max simultaneously wrapped one hand behind my head her fingers slipping into my hair while she pulled me toward her she jumped forward pressing our lips together.
I never imagined this would feel this good. Max was so soft. Her lips, her thighs, her ass, her hair. Everything about Max was firm and silky. She parted my lips with her tongue and I moved closer to her my rock hard cock pressed between her legs. Max made a sweet noise into my mouth that let me know she could feel it. Her hips moved to meet it and she rocked back and forth into my hard on. I moaned and had to break the kiss. I moved my lips and teeth to her neck kissing then biting her. When I bit her she moaned digging her nails into my back and gripping my hair. I pushed my cock against her harder. I had to get inside her, I couldn't take this.
