In my senior year, my history teacher was fine!
I fantasized about tasting him. I wanted to feel his lips dance across mine. I wanted to feel the heat of his mouth and his tongue raping my lips. There was only one thing to do and that was to walk right over to him and tell him what I thought.
He sat across the room from me, looking so handsome in that suit. His lecture was not supposed to be happening today, but here I sat, and the more I sat, the hotter I got looking at him. I wondered how it felt to touch his chest, to rip that tie from his neck and the buttons from his shirt and tear into his flesh with my nails, clawing at him hungrily.
I could feel myself tingle the more I thought about what could go on between us, what could be done to our bodies, how wet the sheets would get. To hell with the sheets, right here in this room on this table on these chairs. I sat with my head propped on my hand while I listened to him lecture everyone.
I felt dreamy and lightheaded as I watched him. He got up from his chair and walked towards the place where I sat.
"Excuse me Miss Winter, but I would like to see you naked after class."
I abruptly sat up and said, "Excuse me?"
"I said, I would like to see you after class," He repeated.
"Yes, oh yes," I said in a dreamy tone.
"What was that?" He asked.
"Nothing." I said.
Class drug on and I continued to drool over him. When class was over, every one of my friends ribbed me about getting busted as they left the room, leaving me in my seat and waiting on him to come down hard on me. Oh, if they only knew how hard I wanted him to come in me.
He walked over to my desk and propped himself against the one next to me. I was not really listening to what he said at first, and then he reached down and touched my hand.
"Holly, are you even listening to me?" His voice was steady and solemn.
"No, I guess not, I was too busy thinking about other things."
"You seem to be doing that a lot as of late, is there a problem?"
His cologne wafted to my nostrils and I could feel my body tingle all over, I felt myself blush as I spoke softly to him, "The only problem I have in this class is you."
"There is a problem with me?" He cleared his throat and continued, "Then we need to resolve that, don't we."
"I would love to, but I do not think that there can be any resolution until after I am finished with your class or you expel me."
I stood up to face him, my pert breast hard with excitement and nipples stiff against my thin shirt, just wanting to be released from their bounds.
"There is always a way to resolve things, it may take awhile, but I am sure we can come to some type of common ground."
I had always been quiet and never went after what I wanted outright. I always found another way to get things, usually by making things work to my advantage and winning them in the end, why should this be any different.
Something told me that this time I needed to go after what I wanted full force, and then if got expelled after the fact, so be it.
"Yes, Doug, there is a common ground," I ran my hand up his tie and to the collar of his shirt and back down to where his tie met his belt, "but as I said, I don't think we can resolve the issue at hand."