An Inappropriate Love Pt 02

Amy decided she would take a cab to the reunion just in case she decided to imbibe in alcohol or smoke some "green meds". The cab came quickly, and Amy sat in the back seat. It was a beautiful evening for a 25-year reunion. As Amy sat in the backseat of the cab staring out the window, her mind began to wander again, and the flashbacks returned.

It was the day of the prom and Amy had no idea how to feel about it. The incident in Mr. Bernard's car still danced in her mind. She was not sure if she felt good or bad about what happened. Amy knew that she came when Mr. Bernard fingered her. She knew that she enjoyed the feeling of cumming as hard as she did when Mr. Bernard violated her with his fingers. But Amy also felt aroused by the memory of Mr. Bernard making her cum. She masturbated about it before bed ever since it happened. Will Mr. Bernard be at the prom? A part of her hoped he would be. She wondered if he would take her into his car and make her cum again. Amy did not have a date for the prom and was going on her own.

Amy wore a very nice silver sleeveless dress and high open-toe silver heeled shoes. Amy did her own make-up and hair and took a cab to the prom that evening. The prom took place at a high-end golf club. There was a huge tent, lots of tables and a dance floor. The music was already blaring through the large speakers as the DJ worked to turntable. Amy sat at a table and looked around. The other seniors were socializing with each other. Amy wasn't very sociable. She was more introverted, so it wasn't a surprise to her that she was sitting alone at a table during prom. As Amy looked off into the distance she heard a familiar voice.

"Is this table taken?"

Amy looked up to find that Mr. Bernard was smiling at her. Amy shook her head "no", and Mr. Bernard sat next to her.

"How are you enjoying prom?" Mr. Bernard asked.

"It's OK, I guess. Its not like I have a date or anything," Amy answered then realizing how negative her tone was.

"It doesn't sound like you're having a very good time, "he replied, putting his hand on hers.

Amy looked at his hand on hers and wanted to pull it away, but as soon as she tried, Mr. Bernard's hand tightened on hers preventing her from doing so. Amy looked at him confused.

Mr. Bernard smiled slightly at her.

"Would you like to go for a walk?" He asked.

"Yes," Amy said, a little too enthusiastic.

Mr. Bernard took Amy's hand, and they walked away from the table together. Since the prom was outdoors, it gave the prom patrons freedom to walk around the golf course. As Amy and Mr. Bernard walked further away from the prom festivities, Amy felt Mr. Bernard's hand rest on her waist. The way his hand gripped her hip was as if he owned her. The further away they walked from the prom, the braver Mr. Bernard became with how he touched Amy. They stopped in a secluded area where no one was, and Mr. Bernard stood behind Amy with his hands on her hips. He pulled Amy close, and she could feel the bulge in his pants. Then Mr. Bernard kissed her neck.

"I've been thinking about you since the car," Mr. Bernard whispered into Amy's ear, nibbling on her earlobe.

Amy pulled away from him.

"I don't know about this," she said nervously.

"Don't know about what?" Mr. Bernard asked as he grabbed her hand pulling her close to him again.

"This. This is inappropriate. I'm a high school student and you're my teacher. This can't be right," Amy said.

"If it was wrong, why didn't you stop me that night in the car?" He asked.

Amy didn't answer at first. She was scared that she might give away how much she enjoyed his fingers in her. The orgasms were incredible.

Before Amy could answer, Mr. Bernard turned her around, took her face in his hands and kissed her passionately. This kiss did not feel dirty. It didn't feel like she was being violated or assaulted. It felt like they were the only two people on the planet. Amy pulled away from him again, but this time she looked into his eyes.

"Have you ever been with an older man?" He asked her gently.

Amy shook her head "no".

"I haven't been with anyone at all," she replied embarrassed.

Mr. Bernard stroked her hair and held her close.

"I promise to be gentle," he cooed as he kissed her forehead.

"I don't know if I want this, Mr. Bernard."

Amy was scared, but also turned on by the kiss he gave her. Her body was telling her that she was enjoying this even though it was confusing to her. Mr. Bernard lifted her dress and put his hand on her panties, feeling the wet spot on her crotch.

"It feels like you want this," he said in a seductive voice.

He began massaging her pussy through her panties with the palm of his hand and she became even wetter. Her breathing was becoming heavy and quick as he continued to massage her pussy. She felt her hips move trying to ride the palm of his hand. Mr. Bernard noticed this as well and moved his hand from her crotch and pushed her down to the ground. Mr. Bernard lifted her dress and kissed her stomach. Amy felt her body shutter as goosebumps appeared on her skin. Mr. Bernard then laid on top of Amy kissing her neck, lips, caressing her breasts. He pulled down her dress and unclipped her pushup bra setting Amy's breasts free, her pink nipples hard as pebbles. Mr. Bernard kissed her breasts and sucked her nipples. Amy gasped as Mr. Bernard's tongue licked her nipples. Her hips were bucking against his. Mr. Bernard gave a small laugh as he pulled off Amy's panties, her pussy was shaved and glistening with horny lubrication. Mr. Bernard's lips kissed Amy's pussy, and she felt her pussy quiver. His tongue probed her pussy as Amy whimpered unable to control the sounds coming from her mouth.

Mr. Bernard sucked on Amy's clit resulting in Amy bucking her hips against his face. Her vagina was open and ready to receive him. Mr. Bernard undid his pants pulling out his erect cock. It wasn't as big as Amy thought it was, but it was very girthy. Mr. Bernard then teased Amy's pussy by only pushing the head of his cock into the tip of her pussy. He could feel the muscles in Amy's pussy grasp onto the head of his cock. He kissed her, pushing his tongue in her mouth and she kissed him back. Then Mr. Bernard thrust his cock into her virgin pussy, and she yelped. His girthy dick was stretching her pussy muscles. She was tight around his cock and Mr. Bernard was gentle and careful with how he fucked her. Amy felt a sharp pain and clenched her teeth until the pain went away. Then she was met with pleasure as Mr. Bernard continued to thrust into her. He was breathing hard as he did this, grunting. Mr. Bernard was in a position where he was able to rub Amy's clit when he thrust into her. Amy started moaning loudly as she could not help herself.

"You want this," Mr. Bernard said as he continued to fuck Amy's pussy.

Amy felt her clit start to get hard and engorged.

"Tell me you want this," Mr. Bernard demanded, his voice breathy and assertive.

"Yes. YES!" Amy moaned, her hips thrusting in time with Mr. Bernard's.

"You are a loyal little slut," he whispered as he started to fuck her harder, making sure he was hitting her clit just right.

Amy's moans became louder. Why did Mr. Bernard call her a slut? Why did it turn her on so much?

Mr. Bernard was getting aggressive as he fucked Amy harder, squeezing her breasts.

Amy looked up at the night sky as Mr. Bernard fucked her. The sky was clear enough to see the stars. She suddenly felt a wave of emotion come over her, and tears started to flow from her eyes. She was confused about her feelings for Mr. Bernard and what he was doing to her. The pleasure was hard to describe as it was so good that Amy's legs spread even wider for him. Why was she doing this? Wasn't this considered an assault? Wasn't this so unethical because Mr. Bernard is still her teacher? Amy may have been 18 and considered an adult, but what Mr. Bernard was doing would probably get him fired. Then she felt Mr. Bernard bite her nipple in a way that felt both painful and good that her pussy started to quiver and clench. She was going to cum.

Mr. Bernard was thrusting harder.

"You're going to cum, aren't you?" he asked breathlessly.

All Amy could do was moan in response. Her moans started reaching a higher pitch as she drew closer to climaxing. She was on the edge and knew she would lose control.

"Yeah, you're going to cum."

The orgasm was explosive. Liquid was running down her thighs as Amy screamed, her mouth open in the "O" shape. Mr. Bernard was going to cum, too. His grunts became cries as they, too, reached a high pitch. He pulled out of her right before he came and jerked his cock off, cumming all over Amy's breasts. Mr. Bernard's teeth were clenched, and his lips were tight as he came hard onto Amy's breasts. He collapsed onto Amy, his head on her stomach and they laid there for another 45 minutes.

"Mam, mam, we're at the school," the cab driver said.

Amy snapped out of her flashback. The memory she had was more arousing than she thought as her pussy was damp. She paid the cab driver and stepped out of the car.

To Be Continued...