I twirled my long, caramel coloured hair in my fingers as I gazed at Mr Jones, my A-level maths teacher. For the last month of his lessons I had had done nothing but fantasize about him. My innocent crush of the last few years had turned into a strong desire to be with this man. I wanted to feel his arms around me, to feel his lips crushing against mine, and more than anything I wanted him to fuck me.
Sex never was a subject I had thought much about. That was until my 18th birthday last month when I lost my virginity. I spent my birthday at a club with a couple close friends from college and ended up meeting up with some guys from our college. There was one guy, Luke, that I knew had a crush on me. He was always looking at my tits or ass and although I never saw him in a 'boyfriend' way, he was very attractive and I decided that I wanted to lose my virginity to him that night. I went back to his and we had some, well, mediocre sex. He just didn't do it for me, he didn't focus on my pleasure at all and it was over in only a few minutes. I didn't even orgasm. Why would this make crave sex you wonder? Well I just felt the potential, and needed a real man with experience to show me how great it could be.
Mr Jones seemed so perfect to me. He was tall with a muscular body, he had dark hair and deep, intense brown eyes. He was one of the younger teachers in our college, probably in his early thirties. But despite being young he had so much wisdom, he was a great teacher with the perfect balance between being stern and having a joke. He treated us like adults, and I liked that.
I would masturbate while thinking about him every day that I saw him. I would strip slowly in front of the mirror, inspecting my petite body, wondering what he'd think of it. I'd wonder if he'd like my perk, B cup tits, my shaved little pussy and my bouncy ass cheeks. I'd make up scenarios in my head while I spread my little pussy lips and rubbed my clit with one finger and with the other hand would slowly push a finger or two in and out of my tight hole. Sometime I'd imagine him punishing me by spanking me then roughly fucking me from behind while I was bent over his desk. Sometimes I'd imagine sucking his cock while he sat in his desk chair, moaning from the pleasure I was giving him. But no matter what scenario I came up with, thinking of Mr Jones ALWAYS made me cum.
"Yes Mr Jones, don't stop!" I'd moan as my juices streamed down my hand and my body erupted in orgasm.
I loved making myself cum, but I longed for my teacher to pleasure me in any way possible.
"Cassey, did you get that?" Suddenly I was snapped out of my daydream by Mr Jones's stern voice. His eyes were staring directly into mine. I gulped. Even this was enough to turn me on.
"Yes, Sir." I lied, crossing my legs as I felt my pussy tingle.
"Good." He said bluntly before continuing with the lesson. God, there was just something about this man that drove me crazy. No matter how hard I tried all I could think of was being with him, any time, any place. I just wanted him more than anything.
I continued to fantasize until the loud school bell abruptly interrupted my thoughts. Everyone started to pack away and leave the room. I packed my school work into my bag extra slowly, just so I could stay near Mr Jones for a little longer.
Once I was the only student left in the room Mr Jones slowly the door and shut it then sat back on the edge of his desk.
"Could I talk to you for a moment, Cassey?" He asked, while giving me that smouldering look I love so much. His question made me a little nervous.
"Of course, sir." I replied quietly, moving round to sit on a desk at the front to be closer to him.
"Your work seems to have gone downhill of the last few weeks, I'm a little worried about you. Your exams are only a couple of months away. Is there some kind of problem?" He asked.
Even just having this conversation with him made me want him. "Um, no I don't think there's a problem."
He looked down a smirked for a brief moment. "Well I think there is." He stated, "You seem distracted, and I've seen the way you watch me during lessons. Am I distracting you?"
Shit. He knows. What was I supposed to say to that? I gulped and looked down at the floor, desperately trying to think of a logical answer to his question that would not make me seem completely crazy. Clearly he noticed how uncomfortable his question made me feel and started to speak again before I could come up with an answer.
"Don't be nervous." He said quietly, "I like it, the way you look at me and think about me." He suddenly turned serious, "Tell me you want me."
His words shocked me. Was he seriously saying this? He likes that I think about him?! It took me a few seconds to pull my thoughts together before I finally said in a serious voice, "I want you, sir."
"Good. Tell me what you think about when you're staring at me." He said, staring right into my eyes. I was so surprised and nervous that I could hardly breathe.
