It was the night of Saint Patrick's day, most of the town was out for the night to get wasted, party and have fun. I sat in a club, on a barstool for the first time. My eighteenth birthday just three days before. The club had gone all out and was themed green and gold for the occasion. The bar was littered with green and gold napkins, with sweating glasses of who knows what on top of them. Leprechaun confetti sprinkled carelessly about the floor, and every time the light caught on one of them it looked as if they winked. Above the dance floor where people practically dry fucked each other, were sparkling little paper clovers and gold coins hanging from fishing wire.
I sat on my stool feeling self-conscious, because of the tiny strap of fabric my friends called a barmaids dress. My size c tits were squeezed into a tight white frilled top, while the actual green and brown dress strangled my body until it spilled into waves around my hips coming to mid-thigh. My legs were covered in white thigh highs with cute little green bows at the end. The heels that I wore were unnecessarily too high, due to the fact that I'm 5'10". But I had to admit it did make my legs look absolutely amazing as they went on for miles before stopping at my round firm ass. I looked like a total slut.
I looked around for my friends who had made me come, only to ditch me for the first hotties they could get their hands on. I could care less for the attention though as I turned down every douche who approached me. So in annoyance I made my way outside, to head home. I was pissed that they just forgot about me like that. I didn't even want to go but they had made me. They said I needed to get out of the house and get my face out of a book for a while. I could've been home right now in the comfort of my bed and my nose buried deep inside of the latest book I had been reading.
Suddenly as I reached my car, I bumped into someone, falling on my ass and bouncing slightly. I could feel the rocks embedded deep into the cheeks of my ass and the palms of my hands. Outright cursing the person in my way, until I looked over at the jerk.
"Sorry I'm a little tipsy right now."
I stiffened at that voice. The deep, sexy voice of my gorgeous English teacher, "Oh it's alright.."
As he tried to stand up and right himself I thought, how do i explain myself to my English teacher?! The gorgeous English teacher who was now drunk as hell and was standing in front of me with his hand out, tattoos covering every inch of his arm to his sleeve, as if expecting something. I looked at him confused before realizing that hand was there to help me up. I hesitated as I looked up at his gorgeous face, which always seemed to have that five o'clock shadow, those brown eyes that made my knees weak and my panties wet, and that frohawk which was spiked up with gel. I laid my hand in his and he pulled me up a little too hard. I lost my balance from those damn heels and I fell into his chest. My fingers splayed against it and I could feel the muscle moving underneath. I felt his hands on my waist as he lightly lifted me away from his body, and I reluctantly let my hand fall as it slid down his chest. I sighed at the loss and looked up at his towering frame.
"Thank you Mr. T, are you going in for a drink?"
"Don't worry about it, and call me Jake outside of school. Mr. T makes me feel old. But no, I think I had one too many... Do you think you could give me a ride home? My designated driver bailed on us."
"Yea no problem, I was just on my way to leave." I turned towards my car, and hit the button that unlocked the doors. I moved the leprechaun hat headband off the front seat that I had there and threw it in the back. Those things are such headaches. I started the car and pinched my legs tight together feeling my clit start to throb as my mind wandered to the sexy forbidden man who sat in the seat right next to mine.
I kept sneaking peeks at him every chance I got. I thought about those lips kissing my neck and those hands tracing the curves of my body as they made their way to my sensitive little bud. It's not like he noticed at all, his head lolled side to side as if he were sleeping, and he made the hottest, sexiest groaning noises I could possibly imagine. I kept him conscious enough to tell me how to get to his house, and he sleepily pointed me down each street until we stopped in front of a cute little one bedroom house.
I tapped his shoulder and told him that we were at his house and he blinked at me before mumbling something incoherent. I sighed and shook him more violently and his head shot upright and he stared at me in what I would assume a confused expression.
"You're home Mr.- Er I mean Jake." I got another mumble of some oh and some other jumbled mess of words and he opened the door and threw his legs over the side of the seat. As he stood up, I watched and laughed at he fell flat on his face into the grass. I turned my car off and stripped off my heels. Walking around the car I stopped to close the passenger door and help him stand up off of the ground. From there we made the long journey from the car to the front door of his house.
I couldn't help but be amused that he was struggling to put the key into the keyhole. He continued to struggle and curse at himself, so I stepped in front of him and grabbed his hand wrapping mine around it and steadily slide the key in. Letting go as he twisted and unlocked the door. I went to step back and leave but stopped abruptly as my back bumped into his chest and my face slammed into the arm he had propped up against the door jam. My breath caught in my throat as he pushed the door open to his house, his hand falling to my hip and face into the cradle of my neck, breathing in the smell of my hair. His cool breath fanned my neck as he exhaled and I shivered. He nudged me with his hips inside of his house and I stumbled in barefoot.
"Mr. T?" I asked nervously. I groaned quietly as he stepped in with me and slide his other hand to my waist as well. He kicked the door shut with his foot. I turned and stared at the door gulping. I looked at him as he stared down at me, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. I watched as his eyes roamed my body, clouded over with lust. He stepped towards me as I stepped backwards. I could see from the glint in his eye he enjoyed a chase and I was about to give him one.
"Mr. T what are you doing?" I snuck around his black leather couch to get something between us.
"What we've always wanted but never had the chance to do it." I stared at him wide eyed as he started to make his way around the couch, but I countered his movements, doing the opposite of everything he did.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I said innocently, running around his coffee table as he jumped over the side of the couch.
"We both know what I'm talking about." He reached for me but I dodged him and ran down a hallway that had three different doors with him hot on my heels. I ran to the door farthest from me hoping it was a bathroom only to stop dead in my tracks as I stared at the huge king sized bed in the middle of the room, covered in black sheets and blankets. I immediately ran back out of the door only to slam into Mr.T who wrapped his hands around my waist and picked me up, causing me to wrap my legs around his to stop from falling backwards. I gasped as I felt what I never thought I'd get to feel ever in my life. His huge cock.
I had seen the outline of it through his basketball shorts as he passed by me after school one day and I couldn't help but stare. Right now I couldn't help but moan. What was wrong with me?! This is my teacher, who I have been fantasizing about for months. Who right now has the biggest hard-on pressed right up against my clit and I didn't want to stop him. I felt soft silky material beneath my ass as he set me on his bed. Not giving me the chance to get up and run he immediately slid between my legs. He gripped my ass pulling me up the bed with him as he looked down at me.
"So beautiful." he murmured, sliding his hand up and down my thigh. His other arm propped his body up on his elbow so he didn't crush me. "Such a teasing little outfit."
"Mr. T, you're drunk." I tried to reason with him. My hands pushed at his chest lightly, not even giving the effort to push him off.
"Nope, just part of the plan to get you here." I opened my mouth to reply but in that same moment he ground his cock against my mesh thong and I let out a tortured moan. Knowing I couldn't have it was killing me. He grinned down at me.
"Liar." I whispered, sliding my hands over his shoulders and around his neck pulling him closer. But I could just have a little taste and leave soon. He growled and pressed his lips to mine and I didn't stop him. I thrust my fingers into his hair and pulled his mouth closer to mine. We began the fight for dominance, every time I would think I'd won he pushed back until I gave into him. Letting him explore my mouth with his tongue, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He leaned up, pulling me with him and slid his hands under the barmaids dress, squeezing my luscious ass. I gasped as he broke away from my mouth trailing little wet kisses down to my neck. I could feel his fingers slip to the zipper on my back, but I grabbed them and moved them back to my hips muttering "Nuh uh."
