So far, I have recounted my first three sexual experiences, all of which were with fellow senior students at secondary school. Readers who are following this series will recall that they were Courtney (chapter two), Rhiannon (chapter three) and Maya (chapter one), told in that order for reasons explained in the first chapter.
The week after Maya and I had sex in the computer lab, the school held its annual swimming carnival. I was never a particularly strong swimmer, so I opted to stay at school and get ahead on some projects (although that also meant passing up the opportunity to ogle students and staff in swimwear). This meant that the school was virtually empty, because those students who didn't attend the carnival took it as an opportunity to take a day off school.
I couldn't blame them, but because I wanted to leave school with a good grade, I decided to spend the time studying.
Although I was eighteen and arguably didn't need to be watched, I was still put under the supervision of Ms O'Morin, my German teacher, whose demountable classroom stood at somewhat of a distance from the rest of the school.
There were no other senior students at school that day, so Ms O'Morin's classroom was empty apart from the two of us. I was hoping to complete a history project that day, but was struggling to maintain my concentration due to the warm weather.
I looked over at Ms O'Morin, who was sitting at her desk grading papers. Readers may remember that my school had an abundance of attractive female students and staff. By my own admission, there wasn't much to compare them to, and the proximity probably made the female staff more attractive than they would have otherwise been outside school.
Either way, I found Ms O'Morin attractive. Unconventionally so, but not in the same way as Maya.
Ms O'Morin was about 30, and had long, dirty-blonde hair that framed her cute face with its button nose, apple cheeks, and slightly bucked teeth that made her slightly resemble a hamster. She didn't wear much make up, and this gave her an uneven complexion.
If I had to describe Ms O'Morin's personality in one word, I would say "timid", perhaps "shy", or even "meek". She never seemed as confident in her abilities as other teachers, but she was pleasant enough that even the most merciless teacher-hating students didn't cause her much trouble.
I stared at her face as she graded the papers. I had fantasised about Ms O'Morin before, and I wondered if she had ever considered that a student would see her that way. Do teachers know that their students lust after them?
I felt a tingling in my groin and absentmindedly placed my palm in my lap. The heat, the boredom, and Ms O'Morin's face were getting to me, and I quickly became erect. I wished she would leave the room and give me a chance to relieve myself. Like the horny young man I was, I was prepared to run the risk of getting caught.
Ten agonising minutes later, Ms O'Morin stood up and announced that she had to tend to something in the large storeroom that occupied the front third of the demountable. I watched her turn and walk out the door behind her desk, cross the atrium, and enter the storeroom, my eyes following her bottom the entire way.
This was my chance! I undid my fly and gripped my swollen member through my underwear. I could only get my finger tips on it, but with small, rapid movements I stroked myself, hoping to cum as quickly as possible before she returned. I conjured up her face in my mind, imagining her waiting for me to cum onto it.
"Could you help me in here?"
I was startled, and pulled my hand out quickly. My penis quickly went flaccid.
"Coming!" I called back, adding, under my breath, "I wish."
I zipped myself up and followed her path into the storeroom. Ms O'Morin was bent over and looking through some boxes on a shelf. Her black slacks were tight over her bottom, her blouse had ridden up a bit, and I could see the waistband of her navy blue panties. I paused to admire the sight, and my bulge quickly returned. This could be awkward.
Then I had an idea.
Emboldened by my recent experience with Maya, I silently closed the door behind me and approached Ms O'Morin. She heard my footsteps but didn't turn around.
"Oh good. This box is heavier than I thought! I just need your help —"
As I reached her, I deliberately bumped my crotch against her arse. My member responded with a pulse. Ms O'Morin stopped still, then stood up. I wondered if she had realised what I'd just done.
"Everything okay?" she asked meekly.
"Well, I was thinking," I began slowly, "maybe we can help each other out."
There, I'd said it. No going back.
"What do you mean?"
I could see the wrinkles of concern and confusion on her face. She was clearly unsure of the direction this conversation was going.
The worst thing that happens is she says no, I urged myself.
I motioned toward the bulge in the front of my trousers. She looked down and her eyes widened.
"No. No, no, no. No," she said firmly, shaking her head.
"Well, you're not going to lift that box on your own," I argued.
"I'll ask one of the other teachers to help."
"And what will you say when they ask you why I couldn't do it?"
"I'll ...," she trailed off, clearly trying to think of a plausible counter-argument.
I was being deliberately manipulative, taking advantage of the effect that hot, still air has on the mind. Before she could find an answer, I pushed again.
"Look," I pressed calmly. "It's hot and I'm horny. You need this box moved and I can help. No one can see us in here. Give me a quick tug, and we'll have that box out of here before you know it."
