I shivered when I heard the words: "Simon, could you stay after class, I need to speak with you." I was well aware I had done nothing wrong, and was going to hear about what happened last night online.
Since the moment I set foot on university campus that year, I knew that deep within Ms. Mecca, my physics teacher, was buried a nasty bitch.
All the guys in class fantasized about her. She was all we talked about. Well, her, and her incredible tits and ass, that is.
The minute I saw her at the beginning of the semester I just wanted to fuck her raw. She must've just gotten out of university because she seemed very young for a teacher - especially at our level. She was very witty and playful. It's almost as if she knew all the guys were drooling over her and she loved the attention.
She had long, silky brown hair barely wavy that fell gracefully on her back, just above her perfect pear-shaped ass always emphasized by the tight pants she'd always wear. Her olive-skin, almond eyes and incredible lips completed her Spanish look - and really did justice to the lovely inhabitants of the Spanish countries.
All the other guys in my class were like puppies to her and would obey her every command. "Yes Ms. Mecca", "Sure Ms. Mecca" and "Oh that's a funny one Ms. Mecca" were virtually the only words coming our of their mouths all class long.
But I was different. I treated her like any other girl. Not in a rude way, just, casually. And I could tell she was surprised or impressed. I made it so the teacher/student awkwardness didn't have its place between us.
But it's not to say I wasn't making moves. I wanted this little brunette badly.
We started communicating over the school's teacher/student communication software and rapidly our exchanges were getting more and more friendly.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she mailed me last night.
The question made me smile. "No" I replied, I ain't into girls my age. Their immaturity completely turns me off."
Minutes later, "So what does turn you on?" showed up in my inbox.
I hesitated for a minute whether or not I should make a brutal comment, but figured I had nothing to lose since we had cross the teacher/student line long ago anyway, and the question was pretty straightforward.
"Watching you in class..." I answered.
And I hadn't heard from her since. I was a bit anxious about her reaction when I came to class earlier, but she smiled and saluted me casually.
Everyone left the class and I walked over to her desk.