Michaela hadn't been picked for the team to play in the hockey tournament that afternoon, she was bitterly disappointed, especially as it was her eighteenth birthday. Michaela was one of the sweetest girls at the school, always polite and ready to help her teacher's and friends, and had a wicked sense of humour. She was, however, by no means the prettiest girl in the school and had never had a boyfriend or even been meaningfully kissed. She wasn't particularly ugly, but had been very slow in developing physically. She was only five feet tall and still rather flat chested; in fact, there were no noticeable curves anywhere on her body.
It was typical of her that she decided to turn up to the tournament to support her friends and team mates, as she knew that they had a good chance of winning. It was a scorching hot afternoon and she had turned out in her white training T-shirt and red hockey skirt.
She sat with her friends and Mr. Gray, the hockey coach, after they had narrowly won their first game by two goals to one. A large bowl of iced water had appeared on the scene and the girls were eagerly scooping cupfuls from it to try to cool off after their exertions. Inevitably, one or two cupfuls started to get thrown around, and Michaela couldn't resist throwing one at her friend, Louise.
Feigning anger, Louise stood up, picked up the bowl and tipped the entire contents over Michaela's head, drenching her from head to toe. Her long, dark brown hair clung to her back and her white T-shirt clung to her body. It had become almost transparent and the lacy bra that covered her small breasts was clearly visible. Everyone screamed with laughter, Michaela included.
"You'd better go back to the classroom to put something dry on," Mr. Gray told her, "You'll burn terribly in this sun."
Michaela stood up and began to walk back to the classroom, the rest of the girls headed for the shade of a large tree, trying to keep reasonably cool before their next game. Mr. Gray watched Michaela disappear towards the school building, it was, officially, closed and everyone had gone home for the day. He had, however, arranged for the back door of his room to be left open, in case any of the girls needed to get their kit. He waited until Michaela had entered the building and then sprinted towards it himself, reaching it in no time.
Mr. Gray peered in through the glass pane of the exterior door, he had no problems about watching the girls change, he had stolen many a sly look and had seen some glorious sights. Michaela stood with her back to the door, she had removed her T-shirt and was drying herself with a towel, her wet hair still clinging to her bare back.
Slowly and silently, Mr. Gray opened the door, entered and clicked the lock. Michaela still had her back to him and had no idea of his approach. He sat down on the corner of one of the desks. "You really should take you bra off too, it's soaking." He said quietly, almost whispering. Michaela gasped and turned around, holding the towel over her front.
"I didn't mean to startle you," Mr. Gray said with a smile, "I just wanted to talk to you about something.
"It's okay," she answered, still clutching the towel to her chest, "what is it?"
"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for not picking you for the team, today, especially as you train so hard."
"It happens," she sighed.
"Well, I thought that maybe I could give you something else to make you feel better."
Michaela looked at him, rather suspiciously, "What?" She asked.
"I think you know, don't you? You've never had a boyfriend, have you? Come here."
Clive Gray was only in his mid-twenties himself and was a fitness fanatic. Although not particularly muscular, his body was well proportioned. He was looking at Michaela, smiling. She thought that she knew what he was talking about, but couldn't believe it, nobody had spoken to her like that before, and besides, he was her teacher! She looked at him, and suddenly returned his smiled and walked slowly towards him.
He reached out and put his hands on her shoulders and began to run them through her dark, wet hair. Michaela didn't know what to do with her own hands, but she was still clutching the towel. Slowly, her grip loosened and the towel fell to the floor. He looked in to her eyes and grinned, "Don't worry," he told her, "I'll tell you exactly what to do."
He took her hands in his and guided them to the back of his neck. Then, putting his arms behind her head, pulled her towards him and placed his lips on hers. Her mouth opened in response to his probing tongue, and he began to explore the inside of her mouth. As soon as he felt Michaela's little tongue flick into his mouth, he sealed his lips around at and began sucking. Michaela gave a little sigh and pulled away.
"Are you sure we should be doing this, Mr. Gray?" She asked him.
"Oh yes," he grinned, "damn sure! And, call me Clive," he added.
He kissed her again and she was becoming more and more responsive to his actions. Her hands were still holding the back of his neck, but he began to move his down Michaela's back and soon came across the strap of her still wet bra. He reached for the clasp and, with the minimum of fuss, unhooked her. He pulled the straps down off of her shoulders and then freed her tiny breasts.
Michaela took a step backwards, she hadn't been sure how far this was going to go, but she was beginning to get an idea. She stood there, without saying a word, aware that her teacher was staring at her little titties. She looked down and saw the growing bulge in the front of his shorts. She decided there and then, that she was going to let him do it, all of her friends were always talking about their sexploits, this would beat any of them.
He reached out again, placing his hand on Michaela's left tit, he was amazed at how big her nipples were in relation to the rest of the breast. They were also erect and, putting his middle finger on top of her tit and his thumb underneath, he began to flick his index finger over it. Michaela smiled and gave a little gasp of pleasure as feelings of pure ecstasy began to shoot through her body. He began to work on both nipples whilst kissing her deeply again. Michaela had never felt anything like this before; she closed her eyes and let the pleasure wash over her body.
Clive's mouth began to tire of hers and he broke the kiss. He knelt down in front of her small frame and clamped his lips firmly over one of her beautiful nipples, if he had stretched, he felt that he could almost have got her whole tit in his mouth, but he was happy to concentrate on those lovely little cherries. As he sucked and circled his tongue around her nipples, Michaela was reaching a whole new level of pleasure; she began to feel light-headed and thought that she was going to pass out. She pushed him away and gasped "stop."
