Mr Westerfield Cant Say No Ch 1

When my parents told me I was going to a prep school in the beginning of the year I was devastated. I was going have to leave everything behind all my friends, the social activities, the sports, everything that I enjoyed, and as a senior I’d have to start all over again. I hated the idea of wearing a uniform and taking college prep classes, in fact I hated the idea entirely. That was before I walked into Mr. Westerfield’s Brit Lit class. I was in love the moment I saw his blue eyes and dusty blond hair that was just long enough for him to casually brush off to the side. I thought my heart stopped and I felt an ache that almost hurt as my body stiffened. I felt people walking passed me but I couldn’t even tell when they stopped. Before long I was standing in the doorway alone.

He smiled and I was ashes standing there so vulnerable. He waved me in and I floated across the floor with my feet barely even touching the old wooden floors as I glided closer. I was mere inches from him and could almost smell his cologne when I heard the giggles and chuckles. Then I noticed his finger pointing to an empty seat in the class. I was blinded by his smile, but I could disguise my embarrassment as my cheeks flushed red. I wanted to sink into a hole as I dragged myself to the chair that creaked with my every movement. I wanted to die!

“Welcome to British literature. We’re going to try to cover a lot this semester so I’m telling you now it’s going to be hard work. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun now.” He grinned and I was sure he was he was looking right through me when I saw a glimmer in his eyes and I was hooked.

The rest of the year I rolled my plaid skirt around my waist to shorten the length, unbuttoned my crisp white blouse that was left in the dryer for additionally thirty minutes for a tighter fit and discovered the wonders of a push up bra! I found an entire coed class that ogled his every gesture and the bravest of us would tingle as we purposefully slid passed him in close corridors in the old building. It was lovely and torture the two semesters I had him. Unfortunately I never had him in the sense that I dreamed of each night. In class he was Mr. Westerfield but at night under the covers alone he was CRAIG in my panting voice.

I found myself dating guys that were early versions of him, but none just quite. Dating was easy since there was a wave of “yellow” fever as my friend Melinda dubbed the string of so called boyfriends. However, when it came down to the point where the cotton panty barrier was to be broken I could not get the image of Mr. Westerfield’s smile out of my mind and I would shudder leaving many of blue balls in backseats. I did felt guilty about that, but there was nothing I could do. Well, depending on just how horny I was I did give a blow job or two.

Spiral bond notebooks, remnants of scrap paper, love notes, forgotten homework, and papers of a year’s toil were clusters around 55 gallon trash bins in the hall. I walked through the clearing, passed the buzz of chatter and the feeling of anticipation in the air to meet my friends at the top of the stairs. As usual Melinda was in center of a huddle of polished debutants. She blew me a kiss with her perfect nails and I couldn’t help but to smile. Melinda had her sweater draped over her shoulders with her head band neatly in place and her blouse looked just pressed.

“Naomi, where are you been?” Melinda asked rhetorically as she raised her eyebrows at me. Even before I could answer she continued, “We were just discussing our plans for the summer. I’m going to be interning at my Uncle’s law firm, now Cara here is going to counsel some kids somewhere in the woods or something like that and the rest of the well.. …. …. “

I had stopped listened as Mr. Westerfield walked into my vision speaking with Miss Elliot the drama teacher. Everyone knew that there was something there, but no one had ever caught them. I caught myself staring closely and judging everything about her but it was hard in fact impossible to deny that she was beautiful. She had auburn hair that reminded me of the silver screen stars of the past and a body that could not be hidden even under a wool suit. Her lipstick was bright red and fresh which stirred anger within me. I could see both their profiles as they faced each other in undoubtedly a lover’s conversation, with notes of whispers and sweetness. I could see her long lashes batting against her cheeks as she would feign a blush and shake her head. Mr. Westerfield would lean down and I’m sure would say something so absolutely naughty that would make my thighs quiver. I think I was moaning.

“Naomi, earth to Naomi. Hel’llooo anyone home?” Melinda asked obstructing my view. “Get over it. We are all so past that. “She snapped. “Now don’t get me wrong he’s still hot, but like summer is here and there will be hot guys at the beach you know. Anyways I wouldn’t want him even if he groveled at my feet. A man on a teacher’s salary. Ha!”

Cara and the rest of head nod continued to do so. The year was over already and I dreaded leaving the brass handled doors knowing it would be three months until I could follow him around and there were no more British literature to take. I was upset. Even my new mustang couldn’t cheer me up, plus the drive home was all to short. I stomped to my room throwing everything on the ground and crashing onto my bed ready to mope for the rest of the summer.

Two weeks went by and my internship at my father’s office brought little joy or distraction. The days went by slowly and I could hardly stand being in my own skin that was before the Criders rented out one of their houses. I came home in the afternoon earlier when I saw the all too familiar Jeep in the neighbor’s drive way. My heart raced as I pulled into the garage. I sat in my seat with my mind running around wondering, hoping that it could be. Instead of going into the house directly I walked out of the garage then strolled around the fence around our property running my fingers on the tops of the white pickets trying to get a glimpse inside the Crider’s home.

My efforts were in vain thus I ended up sitting at my vanity staring at the windows across the way. The old Victorian homes were built close enough so that being neighbors meant that you were involved in each other’s families. I sat up and stood in front of my floor length mirror as I undressed. This routine had become one of my secret treats for me. Methodically I pulled off my blazer laid it over the back of a chair, than ran my fingers down the top mother of pearl button to my waist, slipping a finger in my waist band. I unbutton slowly, relishing each moment. I pulled up my blouse out my skirt having it hang freely exposing glimpses of skin in the slit created by the two sides. I tracing my body from my sensitive collar bone, between my breasts and over my flat stomach I peeled the shirt off me. I loved the way I looked in a black laced demi-cupped bra. I liked the way my breast are perched up half exposed, I felt so sexy. I watched myself in mirror, glancing up into my eyes as I unbutton my wrap skirt and watched it fall to the ground. My skinned looked so tan against my black panties. I ran my hand across my waist and arms, feeling the softness under my hands. I reached behind me with one hand, unsnapping seeing the slight bounce of my breasts at the release of tension. I pulled one and then the other strap letting the bra barely hand on my breasts before letting that too fall down. I cupped my round full breasts with my hands and felt the tingle of my nipples erecting. I bit my lips in excitement. Still supporting my breasts with one hand and my forearm I let my free hand slip down to my hips, rolling the lace material down. I turned so that I could see how the G-string looked on me. My ass my taunt and smooth under my caress. I pulled off my panties entirely standing in front of my mirror completely nude and excited. Images of Mr. Westerfield ran through my head and I could feel the wetness between my thighs. I pinched my nipple, I let go of a breath as I could no longer stand the intenseness of the pleasure. Sometime I had had my eyes shut but quickly recovered. I startled myself in my moment and glance across the way to realize that there was a shadow watching.

At first I was completely shocked then to my utter amazement my body came alive at the thought. I did recognize that Jeep and I did moan Craig’s name while my eyes were closed and I knew I had left my window wide open. I was so excited I squeezed my breasts and thighs tightly hoping he was watching. I made no distinction that I had noticed someone watching me. Instead I continued causally positioned myself so that I faced the window leaning against my vanity. I placed one hand behind me, balancing my body as I toyed with hard nipples. They felt like erasers as I pinched and rolled them between my fingers. I knew the position I was in direct sight. Licking my fingers, I wetted my highly sensitive areolas that were pouty and swollen. I couldn’t help but to moan as I could feel the pulse of my clit. My finger found my eager pussy, my hips lifted instinctually as my body yearned. Running the tips of my fingers the length of my lips I quivered in delight. I slipped two fingers to spread the lips wide open then teased around the perimeter of my aching clit. I was in a different mind set. The pleasure my body was getting and the idea that he that he was watching me I was on cloud nine.

I couldn’t hold back and started rubbing my clit vigorously in circles moaning and writhing. I started to use my thumb to rub as I slipped two fingers in my aching pussy. I truly wanted to be fucked right then. My hips lifted up off the vanity to meet my fingers, gyrating and bucking. It felt so good. It was such ecstasy that I lost my self completely cumming all over my hands. I was shaking uncontrollably my breath short and quick. When I was finally able to open my eyes I could feel the warm cum all over my thighs and hands. It felt so naughty to have it all over me that I started rubbing it over my stomach and tits. I ran my cum covered hand up over my chest and neck to my chin then lips. I ran my finger over my lips then licked them tasting myself for the first time. I sucked my lower lip clean in satisfaction. I raised my eyes looking over to my watcher not believing what I had just done.

In my awareness of my nudity I quickly scampered off grabbing a rope on the way to the hall. My heart was pounding my chest as I laid my head back on the wall of the corridor. I could not believe what I did. It was so thrilling and so overtly naughty and how I loved it. I ran to the shower wondering what I would say when I would see Mr. Westerfield. But then again I couldn’t wait…..