On my way to Sex Education class I had this feeling deep down that something was about to happen to me that made me tingle all over. Savoring this thought, vision, jumping around inside me that refuses to surrender even as I took my seat directly in front of Mrs. Smith's shiny oak desk. Proving to myself that I can sit here without getting excited over our new teacher, which stood by the chalkboard with her back facing the class. Jotting down the assignment with the long white squeaky substance that I begin to vision is the same size and shape as my cock. Fondling the soft texture as she turns around to seek out a smart student that wasn't afraid to answer the question I saw moving around in her pretty eyes of green.
"Who can tell me what an orgasm is?" Mrs. Smith politely said. Eyes circling the small room wearing such a puzzled look about her when no one answers, slumping down in my chair as my heart felt a broad thumping in my chest when she gazes towards me as though yearning to hear my reply. But just as I was expecting her to call out my name and explain the question, Mary Beth raises her charming hand high in the air, waving for the teacher to call on her as she moans and yelps that everyone knew whom this savvy nymphomaniac was, without looking.
"Yes Mary," she said, leaving my side to move her loud high heels to the rear of the class where the petite blonde was sitting.
"It's what a girl does when she's excited by a boy that gives her womb what it yearns to have."
"That's correct Mary," Linda said, returning to the chalkboard to write down words that made me blush.
Vagina, penis, orgasm, stimulation, excitement. "Now, do all these words go hand in hand with intercourse?" Linda said, exciting me into a near climax when she stood before me wearing a seductive grin. "Of course they do," she adds.
All my emotions were being exhausted and exposed once my eyes examines closely the young teachers short silky dress. Thinking to myself how she would act in bed, how she would moan, and the shade of her short tomboy hair (black) that certainly delivers a blow to my senses. Trapped inside this web of deceit when she sat back down behind the long drawn out desk. Taking repeated snap shots in my head of how she looked naked in her bedroom that I try desperately to hide, disguise, from this intelligent teacher that from the way she talked had come from Asia.
Day after day I begin to feel more comfortable around this tall brunette with an eye for me. Eye for sex, as the questions become even more evident of her strong status, personal then the last one that left her sweet lips.
It was Friday, last class of the day when Mrs. Smith calls on me to stay after class to clear the lesson plan from the green board, while she sits behind the desk to grade papers wearing a scent that weakens me so. Weary of what was going on in her hideous mind as I continue to study the erotic words I wipe slowly and the sounds of her tender voice exploiting more then she should about incest and affairs.
Just as I was about to rid the last word 'affair' I felt a bit of heavy breathing behind me as I close my eyes and vision, anticipate her soft lips along the side of my neck. Trembling to the thought of her soft smooth fingers going up inside my long slender legs to gain a feeling or two of my swelling.
