This one is for you "J." I would never have finished it without your encouragement. Enjoy.
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Tommy missed Amy; her sweet pussy, sexy ass, tasty thighs: all of her. He lay in bed at night trying to go to sleep; thoughts of Mrs. Harris, Agnes, and Amy running through his mind. He held his soft cock in his hand and sighed and then his flaccid member began to come to life when he pulled Betty from his subconscious. Her luscious form came alive as did his cock; it was as if it were yesterday.
In his first year on the job his colleagues told him that sex with a student was the one thing that could get him fired, even if he were a twenty year tenured full professor. The mantra all male faculty members memorized was: "No sex with a live female or a dead male."
He was undone by Betty Crawford. Betty was the most sexual creature he had ever encountered. She oozed sexuality. Not overtly flirtatious, subtly she let him know that she could reward the man willing and able to gain her trust. And she made it clear that he was the man for her.
She let him know she was eighteen one day when she asked him to check her voter registration card. She used some flimsy excuse to ask him if the information was correct. Since she had a voter registration it was clear, she was telling him, she was no longer jailbait.
Tommy managed to keep his hands off of her, though thoughts of her were often clouding his judgment, especially when she would take forever to cross her legs in class. She always hesitated in the process at the crucial point where here crotch was open; giving him a clear view of the bikini panties she wore.
She had a habit of coming up to his desk with some frivolous question when students were settling down before class. Casually, a breast or shoulder or some other part of her anatomy would be pressed against his shoulder or bare arm or hip. The most blatant bit of flirtation came one day when he was giving a test. He was in the habit of walking up and down the aisles between student desks, looking to see if any were using ponies.
Tommy had just reached Betty's desk when her pencil fell from her hand and to the floor in front of her desk. She looked up at Tommy and smiled and then looked down at the pencil. Tommy, always the gentleman, squatted down to pick up the pencil whereupon Betty opened her legs, giving him the closest look he had yet of her crotch and the tiny band of little bitty bikini panties pulled tight against her pussy, so tight the band formed a crease between her lips. The fullness of her outer lips overflowed the crotch of her panties and he could see the outer portion of them, wet, engorged with her hot blood. The cloth of her panty crotch was wet and he could almost smell her sex.
Betty held the pose for several seconds, and then crossed one leg over the other, raising her mini skirt so that her thighs were exposed to her ass. She smiled sweetly when he rose with the pencil, licked her lips lasciviously, and mouthed a thank you with her soft, full, luscious lips.
Tommy jacked off that night; visions of what he had seen filling his mind. His eyes closed, he saw himself with his head between those succulent thighs, mouth plastered against her bikini panties, tongue licking the cloth as he pressed the cloth between her juicy pussy lips.
His real moment of crisis came on a Friday afternoon. He was seated in the local mall in his favorite bench, ostensibly reading a paper but keeping a keen eye on the young hotties who frequented a shop know for selling daring garments to those willing to expose more of their youthful bodies than was considered seemingly by the adults in the community. This voyeurism was as close as he would allow himself to come to having sex with young women at this time.
A disturbance at the entrance to the shop caught his attention. It was Betty and an older woman, her mother he surmised, and they were having a heated argument. The older woman, with one more angry stream of words directed at Betty, turned on her heel and stalked off.
Betty looked mortified. Tears welled in her eyes. Tommy's compassionate nature led him to approach her. "I'm sorry that you are distressed Betty." He told her.
Before he realized what was happening, Betty's arms were around his neck and her body was pressed tightly against his. Her body heaved with sobs as she put her cheek against his chest. Tommy's hands patted her back automatically and he made soothing sounds as he sought to console her.
Tommy was in the habit of wearing a strong athletic supporter when he taught in order to keep the raging hardon that was ever present under control. He did not wear it when away from school and now the pressure of Betty's nubile body pressed against him was raising his sexual temperature and bringing his cock to attention.
He was not much taller than Betty and her crotch was on the level of his. His penis was beginning to unfold from the pressure of her crotch against his. Betty's sobs did not abate and her body was rubbing unnervingly against his. He tried to pull his crotch away from Betty's but she pressed herself even more tightly against him, grinding her pussy against him in a very sexual manner as she continued to sob.
When her sobs began to slow, Tommy pulled a packet of tissues from a pocket and offered them to Betty. She smiled up at him wanly as she pulled her head and breasts back from his body in order to dry her eyes. "Thank you." She told him. "I'm so sorry to have made such a scene."
While Betty had disengaged her head and breasts from his body, she, while leaning back to look into his face, kept her crotch plastered against his now full blown hardon. Tommy fought to find some saliva so he could swallow as he looked into Betty's face. She can certainly feel my cock pressed into her, he thought. She wants me to feel it. And what else does she want? He thought.
He tried again to move his hips back to ease the pressure. Betty responded by leaning into him even more firmly. Tommy's resolve was fading fast. This young girl's sexy body pressed against his was getting to be more than he could bear.
He looked around to see if he and Betty were being observed. No one was paying attention to them, as far as he could tell. I'm in a public place, he told himself. I'm safe here. Groaning inwardly, he let his hands move downward from Betty's shoulders where he had been patting her soothingly. Slowly his hands began to descend until he was caressing her back gently. He continued to sooth her with his voice.
Betty put her face against his chest again. Her voice, barely a whisper, came to him. "Thank you. You are so kind."
Tommy's hands continued their caressing motions, though they were now moving lower and lower on her back, to her hips, and then his fingers were moving slowly and gently across her buttocks. Betty pressed herself even more tightly against him, her crotch and breasts boring into his body.
Betty, who had wanted to get this sexy teacher in just this sort of position all year, sighed. His hands felt so good, so strong, yet gentle. She just knew that this was the man she had waited for. While exuding sexuality, Betty was a virgin, by choice. She could not stand the pawing hands of her schoolmates and the ugly way men looked at her made her almost ill.
Tommy, his voice low, asked. "What's the problem, Betty? You can tell me."
