Author's note: All, this is a work of FICTION. Any similarities to real people or places is entirely coincidental.
We got out of the shower and I had Brianna dry me off. She gently ran the towel over my arms, shoulders and chest, staring at my body the entire time. She moved her way down my body eventually moved to her knees.
She dried my legs and feet then moved back up and began to dry my cock and balls. I'm primarily a 'shower' so even in my flaccid state, my cock hung a good six inches between my legs.
"Mr. Clements, I can't get over how great your dick is," she said and gently ran her fingers along the dry shaft. She was exploring it out of excited curiosity.
She stood up and dried off and I watched her the whole time. She had such an amazing body. I couldn't wait to fuck her.
"Get back down on your hands and knees. I want you to crawl to the back door," I told her. She smiled at this. I don't know if she was just doing a good job at playing the happy, submissive role to ensure I didn't turn her over to authorities or if she really enjoyed being used as a sexual object, but either way, I was reaping the benefits.
She got down on her hands and knees and started crawling, slowly and seductively, taking long strides. Her back flexed and arched, her ass moved side to side, she moved like a stalking cat. I stood and watched this perfect young girl crawl from the bathroom into my bedroom. She looked back and said, "do you like the view?"
She looked perfect crawling with her clothes on, but there were no words that adequately described how she looked now. Nothing had ever looked this sexy before.
"Y-yeah," I stammered, losing my authoritative cool for a moment. I followed her out and directed her to the back door. My eyes never left her gorgeous young body.
Once there, I had her stand and we went outside, both of us completely nude. I had heated up the hot tub earlier because I knew this is one place I wanted to take her tonight. The cool February air was murder against our naked flesh, but I turned on the jets and we both jumped in. The heat emanating from the hot tub mixed with the cold air felt wonderful as we both sunk down in the water.
She moved up close to me and we began to talk. "So, I have to know Brianna, how did you ever come to start selling that crap?"
She sunk down a little and said, "oh my God, it was the dumbest thing. Do we have to talk about that?"
"Yes, I think it's important. You are too talented to make mistakes like that," I said.
"Exactly. That's exactly why. Do you know how much pressure I'm put under to be little Miss Perfect? I was so tired of it, of always having to do the right thing, to be this perfect example. To be my daddy's perfect little girl," she said. "I was at this college party a few months ago, a Christmas party, and there were some people doing it, so I tried it. It was amazing. A few of my friends were there and they tried it too and liked it as well. The next day, one of the guys that gave it to us asked me if I wanted to be their hookup at my school and sell to my friends. I know it was wrong, but that's exactly why I said yes. It felt good to do something rebellious."
"Yeah, but drugs? And selling drugs? Why not just skip school for a day, date a guy your parents don't like, something like that? You know, something that isn't, oh I don't know, a felony?" I asked.
"Oh come on, don't sit here and try and lecture me Mr. Clements," she said with a smile, "its not like you are all squeaky clean yourself and are above doing illegal things. I do believe it is illegal for you to have sex with one of your students, even if I am of consenting age." She reached over and began stroking my cock under the water.
"Ah, touché," I replied.
"Not that I'm complaining, mind you, this has been so much fun," she began with a Cheshire grin but quickly put on a serious face, "oh, I mean, this has been such a punishment. How can you be so mean to me?" She followed up the last statement with a sad puppy dog face.
Damn she was beautiful. I just stared at her and she back at me, her hand slowly stroking me. I didn't say anything, but she spoke again.
"So, am I the first one of your students you've messed around with or have there been more?"
"Well, yes and no. I have fucked a few of my students before," I started before she interrupted me, "oh, you are a dirty man." Her tone was playful.
"BUT, they were no longer my students and I met them in a bar and ended up taking them home," I said. "You are my first current student."
"Oh, now I feel really special," she said. "So, how many former students have you fucked?"
"Four," I said blatantly.
"Were they ones you wanted to fuck when you had them as students?" she asked.
"Absolutely. You girls don't realize how much most of us want to fuck you all," I said.
"Oh, you'd be surprised," she said. "We know it a lot more than you may think. We notice you all checking us out when you think we aren't looking."
"Doesn't it gross you out?" I asked.
"Some do," she said. "Mr. Shepherd is the worst. He's old, fat and doesn't hide his creepy stares very well, but when its someone like you, we love it. You have been the talk of many girls who would love to be in my position, trust me."
"Is that so?" I asked.
"Oh my God, yes. Kaitlyn, Monica, Julie and myself have all talked about how hot you are," she said referring to her click of girls she runs with. "We've all fantasized about Mr. Clements giving us private tutoring." She smiled. "They would be so jealous of me."
My cock grew harder in her hands.
