Good Teacher Student Relationship

I read the official note again on the way to my fourth period teacher's classroom: "Come by room 106 for a special lesson. This is for your greater knowledge only." I was not sure what this had to do with me; I thought maybe it was a subject for my next extra-credit project. Whatever the case, I walked into the classroom with the usual friendly greeting: a shave-and-a-haircut knock.

He turned around at his desk and looked at me.

"Well, I'm glad you could come by."

I nodded. "I got this note in second period to come by here this afternoon."

"Yes, I sent it. I wanted to discuss a lesson I was planning to teach you."

"OK," I said, casually sitting on the edge of his desk. I crossed my legs so as not to appear so tomboyish in my skirt and faced him.

"Well, what is the lesson about?"

He rose from his seat and walked to the door, silently, and shut it. Then he pulled the blinds over the windows all the way down and secured them. I started to wonder what exactly he was doing as he covered the door-window and flicked the bright lights off, but I shushed my suspicions and sat there as he came back to me.

He sat back down and smiled at me. "I know you find me attractive."

I was taken aback, but I didn't deny it; after all, I did find him attractive.

"What does that have to do with my lesson?"

He grinned a silly grin at me. "You are innocent, aren't you?" He rose and stared at me.

"It has to do with your lesson because I find you attractive too."

I hid my shock and said calmly, "Well, what can we do about it? I'm a student, you're a teacher. We can't very well have a relationship or anything. And besides, you're married."

"True, but do you wonder why I locked the door, pulled the blinds, all that stuff?"

"Yes," I said. Admittedly, I did. It was very strange behavior.

"Well, I did that to make the lesson I will give you very private." Then he leaned in close to me.

"Close your eyes."

I did as he said, and I felt his hands on my knees first. Then I felt his hands move up my thighs and under my skirt a bit. He reached his hands around my hips and massaged me a bit. My legs opened a little, and he reached down and spread them fully apart, then got between them and started to rub his crotch against me, slowly, but hard enough that I could feel his penis pressing against me.

I opened my eyes in shock. "What are you doing?" I whispered quietly.

"Preparing to give you the lesson of your life," he whispered back just as quietly.

He continued to rub his crotch between my legs while letting his hands explore up under my shirt. He easily reached around and unhooked my bra, and slid it out from under my shirt quickly. Then he lifted my shirt up and over my head, and leaned his head down and sucked my nipples softly.

He raised his head after a minute and said, "God, you are so beautiful." I did not say anything, but stared as he undid his belt and unzipped his pants, letting them slide to the floor. He stepped out of them easily, and now I could see the unmistakable erection he had.

Looking up at me almost shyly, he caressed the bulge and said, "Does it make you want me?" I dumbly nodded, and he went back to sucking my nipples, caressing each one with his tongue lightly and softly, making them hard as rocks.

I felt him move back between my legs, and the heat between our bodies was such that I felt I was going to burn up. I leaned back a little and luxuriated in the feel of his hard penis rubbing against my clitoris and his tongue and mouth all over my breasts.

What felt like days later, he stopped all the action and said, "Do you want the lesson now?"

I furrowed my brow. "I thought this was the lesson," I said, confused.

He chuckled. "No, this was only the beginning," he said. He reached for his pants and pulled out an unfamiliar package. When I realized what it was, a hot shiver went through me.

It was a condom. He planned to have sex with me. And worst of all, I wanted it. Badly. He grinned up at me.

"Didn't want to get you pregnant your first time. That's a bad first impression to have of such an...intimate act."

I looked at him suspiciously. "How did you know I was a virgin?"

"Well, first of all, you told me, but I watched your reactions to make sure you weren't lying. You responded to everything with wide eyes and you were shaking a bit. That's how I knew."

"But why is it so important that I am a virgin?"

He smiled, devilishly. "I want to be the man who first makes love to you. I want to feel your hymen break when I first push my penis in. I want to feel your body respond to me and get pleasure from me. This is what I want." He then looked at me squarely.

"I would love to feel your body without a condom, and I would love for you to feel all of me, not just through a condom. I would love for you to feel my skin against and inside your skin. Don't you want that?" I wanted to say no. I knew I could very easily get pregnant. But then, I just nodded.

"Good," he half-said, half-sighed as he put the condom to the side.

"But if you want it on, just tell me. I don't want this uncomfortable for you either."

"OK," I said softly. Then I watched as he slowly slid his underwear off.

I couldn't take my eyes off his fully erect penis, finally free of everything. It was so long and thick that I couldn't resist reaching out and stroking it. He sighed as my fingers touched it gently, and as I stroked his penis, he reached out slowly, slid aside my underwear, and pushed one finger inside me. He sighed loudly as he pushed it inside me, and I gasped at the feeling. Then, after an eternity, he withdrew his finger, lifted my hips, and slowly slid my underwear off. I sighed at the feeling of being naked, and he pushed me back onto his desk slowly, getting on top of me as I went down. My legs were spread open, and he was breathing hard as he centered himself between them. I could feel his hard penis touching me, and I braced for the pain I had heard so much about, but instead of thrusting, he instead teased me with his hardness. He rubbed it around my throbbing clitoris, and I sighed out with the feeling. When he pressed against my entrance, he would almost penetrate me, but then circle back out with the head of his penis still in contact. Finally I felt him stop, and he asked softly, breaking the silence, "Are you ready to feel it?" I lifted my head and nodded. Slowly I felt his penis approach, getting closer and closer, and I felt his fingers spreading me open, getting me ready for him.

Suddenly, I felt the tip of his penis slowly enter me. It was hard and thick, and I gasped out loudly.

"Does that hurt?" he asked.

"No...it feels great," I replied honestly.

I felt him push forward slowly, easing more of his long, hard penis inside me. When I made no sound, he pushed forward again, and I felt a sudden twinge of pressure and pain, and my low-pain threshold made me cry out.

"Oh!" He stopped pushing, and leaned back in ecstasy.

"I just felt your hymen break...and I was the one who did it." He leaned up and looked at me.

"Did it hurt?"

"A little..." I said softly. He eased his penis inside me more, and it felt so big and hard inside me that I wanted to scream. Finally he pushed forward a little more, and I felt his penis slide all the way inside. He sighed loudly.

"God, you are so wet and warm inside. I turned you on, huh?" He grinned down at me as he thrust his penis again. I closed my eyes and felt his skin against mine, the rough and yet gentle feeling of his thrusts, and the friction of our bodies sliding together so softly. He lay down on top of me and softly kissed my neck and earlobes, then started to lick my neck gently. I gasped out as he matched the rhythm of his thrusts with the rhythm of his licks, and I felt him up the tempo a bit, licking and gently biting all the way up and back down my neck, teasing me with the feel of his penis sliding far inside me and then backing away.

Suddenly I felt a hot wave of pleasure, rippling out from inside me and quickly spreading all over my body. I started to gasp and moan, and he smiled down at me.

"Doesn't it feel good inside you?" He moved his mouth to right next to my ear and whispered, "Isn't this what you've been wanting ever since you met me?"

I nodded, and he moved his mouth to my breasts, kissing them and sucking my nipples softly and gently. Then I felt his body shake.

"Oh, my God," he said as he began to thrust harder. "Oh, it feels good."

His penis slid in and out of me faster, almost slamming inside and drawing back fast. I watched his expression: one of straining for the goal, of wanting something so badly. Suddenly I had the urge to squeeze his penis tightly inside me. I took a deep breath and squeezed as hard as I could. He gasped loudly and thrust his hard penis even harder inside me.

"Oh, my God, you feel so tight and hot and wet and...so sexy," he said breathlessly, falling on my neck and sucking harder. I reached my hands around him and pulled him in closer, feeling his muscles flex with every thrust. I squeezed his penis in between every thrust, drawing him deeper and deeper inside me, and felt his body begin to shake with his pleasure. I found that I was shaking as well with the intensity of my pleasure, and he reached down with both hands and fondled my clitoris hard, rubbing hard, just the way I like it. The combination of his fast thrusting and the idea of him inside me and him fondling my clitoris was too much all of a sudden.

I cried out softly, restraining my cry as I hit my orgasm, and I felt his whole body shake and heard him cry out as he hit his orgasm along with me. I felt his big, hard penis shake wildly inside me, and it felt so good and so sexy. Slowly I came down, and he thrust slower and slower, both of us exhausted and spent.

I breathed deeply, my eyes closed, savoring the moment. When I opened my eyes, I found him looking at me, down deeply into my eyes, a soul-searching stare. Capturing me with his gaze, he said, "This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship...and lots more."