Walking down the monotone hallways of my old high school, my heart would always drop when I saw Dr. Walker. His hair polished and temples peppered with silvery gray, he walked as if he knew my darkest secrets. A finely cut suit clinging to his body, he exuded overt confidence and unrelenting masculinity. With one gaze, his weathered and piercing blue eyes could undress me.
I, on the other hand, was anything except noticeable. I was never one for attention, and I hated to garner attraction from the boys at my school. Baggy tops to hide my large breasts and ill-fitting uniform skirts to hide my thighs, I never gave the boys at my high school a chance. My long hair was always pulled back, and I always acted with composure. I didn't need disrespectful, horny seniors gawking at me - I needed a man.
Dr. Walker came into my life about a year ago, when I was freshly 18 years of age. From the first day I saw him, I knew I would never be the same. He came into the orchestra classroom, his crooning Australian voice echoing in my ear as he introduced himself to us all. My eyes were fixated upon him as he swayed back and forth, his long, sleek fingers accentuating his every word. I couldn't help but imagine how those fingers would feel as they traced my body, slowly inching towards the heat between my legs. My heart was pounding, my temperature rising, and my pussy throbbing as I imagined all that I wanted him to do to me.
I stared at his bulge, protruding in his ebony dress pants, and I could only begin to fantasize of what it would look like if I got to be alone with him for a few minutes. I imagined pulling those pants off of him as he made me get on my knees, him grasping at my long, undone hair as I wrapped my lips around his throbbing cock. He would pull my hair back with one hand and grip my head in the other, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into my throat until I couldn't take it anymore. He'd say what a good girl I was, and he'd love it that I was still in my private school uniform.
I snapped back into reality as his eyes met mine. My heart stopped beating as his gaze protruded into me. His eyes icy and cold, his maturity emanated off of his stance and composure. He asked me my name.
"Anna," I shakily responded.
"Anna. What a gorgeous name. Just like the stunning maiden of Don Giovanni," he sultrily replied. He changed in those minuscule seconds. His eyes began tracing my lips, my neck, my protruding breasts. He noticed me, and he wanted to see every single inch of me. He wanted to know me, to know every crevice of my heated body. I desperately intrigued him, he desperately needed to disassemble me. Time was lost in those few moments - the students, the classroom, the instruments all fading away. It was merely his eyes upon my stomach and my thighs, and it was my underwear soaking wet underneath my skirt.
This continued on for the rest of the school year, neither one of us daring to upset the codes of conduct. He began to learn everything about me: my favorite book, the intricacies of how I played my violin, and my lunch schedule. He would catch me in a deserted hallway as I hug up flyers, his hands squared up against the wall next to my breasts so that he could examine the flyer more. He would meet me at after-school events so that he could see me out of uniform, commenting nonchalantly that he loved my thigh-high suede boots, as they were "perfect for riding."
I was tortured every day as I got closer to him. Feeling how his hands would touch mine, how he would whisper in my ear, how he would order me to fetch whatever he desired - I was left in a constant state of fantasy. One day, just one day, as he was teaching me violin, I wanted his hands to slip from my violin and caress my neck. I wanted his hands to move lower onto my breasts as his sleek fingers began to open my top. I wanted him to kiss my neck with all of the intensity of lust he had in him as he would reach his hands under my bra and massage my hungering breasts. His fingers would graze upon my perky nipples, and he would roll them in between his thumb and index, his kisses getting more passionate and sloppier as he rocked me back and forth in ecstasy.
I hungered for the day when I could meet his cock, when I could be filled with the immensity of him. For months on end, my porn searches were "professor fucks student," and as I thought of his vigorous thrusts into my aching pussy, his loads of cum inside of me dripping out, I climaxed in my childhood bed.
Before I left the school, I knew I needed to have him. I needed his cock. I needed a man.
On the day of graduation, I decided I would have him. With a thin, lacy red thong, an extremely short dress, and all of the confidence in the world, I knew he would fuck me that night. I would have his cock plunged deep inside of me as our accumulation of frustrated lust would burst before us. He would make me scream out his name, and if I didn't do it well enough, he would spank my voluptuous, fair ass.
The night of the graduation ceremony came. With my cap, gown, speech, and wet thong, the ceremony passed in a blur. I would see him glance over at me frequently, attempting in any way to decipher what I was wearing under my gown. He desperately wanted me. His eyes flaming as I exchanged lustful smiles with him, our eyes were interlocked in a universe of hunger and need. We both knew tonight was the night.
Speeches completed, students congratulated, and adults graduated, it was time for the night to close and Dr. Walker's and my time to begin. He waited until the congratulatory remarks towards me were over. As a lion circles his helpless prey, Dr. Walker inched nearer to me, calculating the perfect moment to strike. As my parents and friends had just said goodbye, he took advantage of a fleeting chance. Gently touching my arm, he readjusted to me as I finally stood before him: my 6'2", brooding, hungering, and elegant ex-orchestra teacher.
He looked me in the eyes without saying a word. Attempting to garner up the right phrase, his sly smile and invasive gaze knew what they wanted. "You were brilliant tonight, Anna," he conceived, "it has been quite a wonderful experience with you this past year, but you're a woman now. An absolutely stunning woman I might add."
