Mr. Yuno sits on the chair a foot or two across from her and begins moving his chair closer. Here was his vulnerable student, in the prime of her life, being mistreated by the weaker teen-adult boys in her life. He almost felt like he was doing her justice for what he was about to do.
"Tina... I want you to know something. I think you are incredible. I think you are the most amazing woman I have ever seen in forever. I can't believe fate would allow us to see each other, let alone meet like this. I just can't help but look at you. And I know you can't help but look at me sometimes." He takes her hands in his. He leans into her, while both of them are sitting, facing each other, her blindfold only allowing her to feel his breath on hers. She can feel him, smell him. His words were like his hand reaching out, grasping at her heart.
"You know I would never hurt you, right?" He said.
"Of course!" She said in anticipation.
He continues, "I've thought about this for so long. My feelings for you. Your feelings for me. How close we've become. The things I would do for you in a heartbeat. Not because you are the best student or my favorite student, but because you are my favorite person. I want to spend the rest of today with you. Not as your teacher. But as..." The words escape him. "As someone special."
The same words I told her. Someone special. "I want to give you a gift you will always remember. The perfect gift for a girl turning 18 years old. I don['t want to just see you become a woman. I want to MAKE YOU a woman. When you graduate in full honors, I want to see that woman grace the stage to take her diploma. I want to see her from the bleachers knowing... knowing..." His breathing gets heavy for his age and his anxiety sharing this moment takes over. "Knowing I was the one to make you into a woman."
She starts breathing heavily. He just allowed her to see him for the first time. The real him. He had been going through the motions as well and had done everything not to put this moment, this moment, off any longer. He put her hands down to her lap. He moved in closer and parted her legs so they could be even closer. He was right in front of her, mere inches apart. He looked her up and down. She was even more beautiful than ever before.
Mr. Yuno asked, "Why did you dress so sexy today?"
"I wanted to impress a special someone."
"Was that someone your boyfriend?" He starts to caress both legs with each hand.
"No..." she says as she realizes he has come to claim her for his own.
"Then who would you dress like this for? You look like someone who wants to go the extra mile to get someone's attention. To seduce someone. But who?"
"You, Mr. Yuno." Without hesitation, he went for her lips. He aggressively moved his head to not force his tongue inside her, but just enough where she could have leeway to move back if she was not ready. But she was more than ready. She had been ready for a long time and just needed the right circumstances.
She puts her arms around the back of his head. He takes this as her complicit welcome. To explore her. To explore her body. He grabs her asscheeks, hand big enough to fully squeeze each cheek in each hand. He hoists her onto his lap. They don't break their kiss for a moment. They've waited too long for this. After massaging and tenderizing, he proceeds to her breasts. He makes circles with all 10 digits and lightly rubs his thumbs on her nipples to see how hard she is. He lightly starts thrusting and she feels him through her yoga pants and his jean pants. She starts a straddling motion. They are still not in-sync, but they know what they want. He grips her tits and begins groping them tightly, now knowing he needs to fulfill all of her needs.
"Huhhhh..." Her 18 year old body had never felt this level of pressure and animalistic instinct from another person before. No one could compare.
"How long have you thought about me?" he asks.
"Since the very first day I was in you class, Mr. Yuno" she attempts to say as her body undulates over his still-sheathed member.
"Call me Ron, Tina. When we're alone, I want us to be equals."
He takes no hesitation in raising her wool sweater and kissing her body from underneath. She can't bear the heat anymore and takes off her sweater to give him a full view. He pushes down the blouse from underneath and her bare breasts pocket outward and he, heavily focused and enamored, sucks on her right tit while almost mauling it with his left-handed grip-massage hand motions, his right arm supporting her by wrapping it around her body.
"Oh shit!" she exclaims. Her body is constantly in flux. Where will he go next? My tits or my ass? She is getting pummeled and the worst part, her blindfold is still on. She is subject to his treatment. But sight or no sight, her dream was now reality. She never expected this level of dominance, but she was more invigorated to see it through. He goes for her left tit with his mouth.
He wraps both of her hands behind her back. He now starts thrusting into her, both of their pants still on. He wants his intentions with her clear as day. She can't escape. Not like she ever wanted to.
He slows down so they both can catch their breath. No penetration has even been made and most of their clothes are still on and they are out-of-breath. "How are you feeling?" Ron asks as they slowly make their way back to reality.
"That was so good..." she says heavily panting, never having used any of the muscles she had relied upon in the last 5 minutes.
