Mr. Fitz Gives a Lesson

Jane stared at the clock in her physics class. 5 minutes left in the school day. It was torture. It was impossible to think about anything school related. All she could think about was Olivia. Ever since they hooked up, things had been weird. Olivia had left the next morning without saying goodbye. Jane texted a few times but Olivia's responses were short and generic. "Let's catch up later when things calm down!" or "Finals suck!" or sometimes just an emoji. Had Jane made a mistake?

And worse than the anxiety about Olivia was the constant horniness. Now that she knew how good sex could be, she couldn't stop thinking about it. When would she have it again? Would it be better or worse with a guy? Should she try again with Brian? Every night, when she went to bed, she tried to fall asleep without obsessing about Olivia. But eventually she would start thinking about that night. How Olivia brought her lips together to suck on her nipples. The way Olivia's ass felt in her hands. How hard Olivia made her come. And without even realizing it, she would find her hand in her underwear, wet as fuck, on the brink of an orgasm. Even in class, she couldn't stop thinking about dirty things.

For some reason her eyes drifted to Mr. Fitz, her physics teacher. He was very popular with the students. He was tall and good looking, with a great body, probably from all of the time he spent hiking or windsurfing. He loved being outside. He could also really nerd out about science but was a great teacher. Most of the student body wanted to fuck him or be his best friend. Jane had watched her classmates try and flirt with him but he never reacted. Jane didn't know whether he was clueless or had phenomenal willpower.

Finally, the bell rang. As Jane gathered her things, Mr. Fitz called on her. "Jane, could you stay for a minute?" Jane nodded and let the other students file out. Mr. Fitz shut the door and walked to her seat at the back of the classroom. He sat down on the stool next to her. "I am a little concerned about you, "he began. "You have been very distracted this week. I know you aren't worried about grades- I am sure you could ace the final if I gave it to you right now. But this is out of character for you. Is everything okay?"

Jane was torn. Between the fact that someone she respected was offering some guidance. And the fact that she couldn't stop staring at his lips and wondering what they felt like. She really needed to get a grip. She decided to go with option A and tried to figure out a way to explain what happened with Olivia without going into too much detail.

"Olivia and I had, well, kind of a moment and I am trying to figure out what it means, "Jane said.

"You had a fight?"

"No, "Jane looked down. "The opposite."

"Oh, I see, "said Mr. Fitz. He clearly hadn't been expecting that.

"And now I don't know what to do. Did I ruin things with Olivia? Am I gay? Am I bi? What if Olivia doesn't want to talk to me anymore?" Jane started to tear up a little at the thought.

Mr. Fitz was silent. He looked like he was trying to figure out a good response. He seemed to care about his students but also maintained that teacher/student boundary. After a moment, he finally said, "I think preferences are something that are fluid and that isn't something you have to figure out at this moment. It seems like the most important thing to you is how Olivia feels. Have you talked to her? Are you sure she interpreted the moment the same way?"

Jane couldn't help herself and started laughing through the tears. "Well, we spent a night together naked in my bed! I don't know how many ways to interpret that!" And before she knew it, the whole story came tumbling out. How Jane was not satisfied with Brian. How Olivia offered to show her what feels good. And what started as nipple play and kissing turned into hours of oral and heavy petting. Jane couldn't believe that she was telling this to a teacher. But he wasn't stopping her. And it felt good to tell someone.

Then two things happened. The first thing was that Jane started to get turned on again. Since that night with Olivia, it was as if her pussy was always on simmer. And now she had just turned up the flame. The second thing was that Jane noticed Mr. Fitz was definitely turned on. While Olivia had always been the outgoing one, Jane had always been an observer. She could read people well. And she saw how Mr. Fitz had become completely still. Every muscle in his neck was tense and is powerful hands were clenched into fists at his knees. His dark eyes were fixed on her. And she detected a bulge in his very sensible khakis. The old Jane would have thanked him for listening, made up a reason to leave, and let him collect himself. But she was a little different now.

Jane tentatively continued, testing the waters. "My problem is, I don't know if everything was so amazing because it was a girl or because it was Olivia. Nothing like that had ever happened with my boyfriend. Do you think it's possible I was just with the wrong guy? Should I try a different guy?"

"I think that's not the best question for your teacher." But he didn't say it very convincingly. He tried to loosen his collar but he couldn't move too much or it would expose his growing erection more. He turned to look her in the eye once more. Maybe he thought he would appear more certain in his refusal. But Jane only saw lust in his eyes. And now he couldn't seem to look away. Jane saw an opportunity.

"Maybe I need someone with more experience, "she said and she picked up his closest hand and placed in on her thigh. She picked a very good day to wear a sundress to school.

"Jane, I am your teacher." He could barely whisper. But he also wasn't moving his hand.

"Mr. Fitz you are my teacher for another 2 weeks. And I am 18. It would really help me to know if someone else was able to make me feel as good as Olivia." She started to move his hand up her thigh. She continued looking him in the eye and said "Should I stop?" Not able to speak, he very slowly shook his head no and let her keep moving his hand higher and higher.

She reached that point where her legs met and she placed his fingers inside her panties. He groaned. She knew she was wet. And now he knew it too. She moved his fingers to her clit and started rubbing in the way she liked. Eventually he got the message and started moving his fingers on his own. She liked how powerful his hand felt. And he knew what he was doing. He massaged her pussy a little faster and more firmly until she would start to moan and then start over. He was teasing her.

"Get up on the table," he said to her. She slipped off her underwear and then sat on top of the lab table. While she did this, he quickly went to lock the classroom door. He returned and sat on a stool in front of her. He lifted up her dress, enough to expose her pussy, and gently spread her thighs apart. At first, he just stared and murmured. "God you are so beautiful," he said. Then his hands gently explored her thighs, her lips, and finally her clit. It felt good to be adored but Jane wanted more. She placed each leg on one of his shoulders, bringing his face much closer to her pussy. He took the hint. He kissed and nuzzled both of her thighs and making his way up to her sweet spot.

He was taking his time and Jane was going crazy. "Please, "she begged, "please lick my pussy. I need it." Mr. Fitz listened and started to lick and suck on her lips. And then he finally reached her clit. Jane sighed and laid back on the table. She let herself enjoy that feeling she had been longing for all week, that warm pulse that vibrated through her body every time his tongue touched her body. She knew she was going to come soon. She suddenly remembered one of Olivia's tricks.

"Can you put a finger in me? Just one, "she breathed. He stopped sucking for a moment to concentrate on slowly easing a finger inside of her. It felt amazing. She was tight around him so any little movement sent waves of pleasure through her whole body. "Oh fuck. That's good. Keep doing that." While fingering her, he started sucking on her clit. That familiar pressure started building again. Jane took one hand and ran her fingers through Mr. Fitz's hair and applied a little pressure. He understood what she was asking and buried his face further into her pussy. Then he started to hum a little and the vibration sent her over the edge.

"Fuck, I'm coming. Don't stop. Don't stop." And he kept going until she was finished. The pleasure was so intense that she thought she was going to pass out for a second. When she was coherent again, she looked down at Mr. Fitz. He smiled at her but still looked a little tense. Then she remembered his erection.

"Can I touch you?" Jane asked. Then she added playfully "Seems only fair."

Mr. Fitz slowly stood up. His erection was huge and, Jane thought, had to be uncomfortable. He put his hands on his hips and let Jane take the lead. She unfastened his belt and put it to the side. She unbuttoned his pants and slowly undid the zipper. And his thick, hard dick sprang into view. She couldn't believe it. He was a good 8 inches. Way bigger than Brian. God, what would this feel like inside of her? Would it even fit? She cautiously played with the head and then moved her hands up and down the shaft. His head leaned back and eyes closed as he sucked in his breath. When she started to move a little faster, he bit is lip. She licked her hand for some lubrication but it wasn't enough.

"Come closer," she told him. And he listened. With him standing and her sitting on the lab table, his dick was in a perfect position, right at pussy height.

"We can't have sex," Mr. Fitz had a moment of clarity. "I don't have a condom and that's way too far..."

"I know, "Jane reassured him. She leaned forward to whisper in his ear "I need to feel your cock on my pussy. But I promise you that I won't put it in." And she meant it- she wasn't quite ready for that monster yet. Again, he stood back and let her take the lead. He seemed to trust what she was saying. She used her hands to bring his dick closer to her, until she could rub it against her pussy. She was so wet that it slid right between her lips. Once she figured out a good angle, she got a little more confident and started moving a little faster, a little more firmly. Mr. Fitz started to move his hips with her same rhythm, his dick never losing contact with her.

Jane was enjoying the show. She loved watching his dick up against her. Just when she was wondering if this could even back him come, she started to see a small amount of clear liquid coming from his tip. She leaned in again, "It's okay if you come on me. I want you to."

That was the signal he needed. He removed his hands from his hips and grabbed her ass to move her a little closer to him. He kept one hand on her ass and brought the other to the top of the dress. With one hand, he unbuttoned the top two buttons so he could slip his fingers inside. He found her nipple and began tweaking it. His breathing became harder. "Oh Jane," he groaned. Then with a final thrust, he came. It was mostly on her thighs and a little on her mound. He had been careful. He rested his head on her shoulder and nuzzled her neck while caressing her arms. After a few minutes, his heart rate returned to normal and he regained the ability to move and to speak. He helped Jane clean herself off.

"So, was that what you had in mind?" he gave her a lazy, sexy smile. It was the first time she had ever seen him with his shirt untucked or hair messed up.

"Hmmm," said Jane. I'm not sure. I might need to try that again."