Tiesha strode down the high school hallway, and quickly opened the door to her first class. Mr. Adams, her favorite teacher, glared at her.
"Late, again Tiesha?" He sighed. "See me at lunch."
And with that he went back to droning on about the Civil War, her current history subject. Tiesha's heart sank. It hurt the one teacher she liked was now angry with her, and on top of that she was losing the chance to catch up with her friends at lunch, doubling her punishment. The slim brown skinned girl still looked up to her teachers and always tried to do her best, but few of them took any time to chat with her or see her as the new adult she had become. She'd turned eighteen only last month and was proud of it.
Her body had been slow to change and she had not gotten any attention from her peers during her first years at Crenshaw High School. She'd been the lone skinny black girl with thick glasses studying at the library while her classmates shot hoop, or did cheerleading. A natural introvert, this isolation suited her just fine. Or so she told herself. In truth she felt lonely and more than a bit horny. She wanted someone else's hands rubbing her clit and stroking her tender slit, someone with strong, masculine hands.
"Tiesha!"
It was Mr. Adams again, asking her a question about something. She shook her head, realising she'd started to daydream. She noticed Mr. Adams had put his large hands on his hips. He was the wrestling coach as well as a AP History teacher and in great shape due to working out with the high school athletes he supervised after school every day. His dark eyes stared intently at her.
"Contrast Harriet Tubman with Sojourner Truth," he demanded, his voice firm and even, with only a trace of his impatience with her escaping.
Her ears burned under his scrutiny and she inhaled sharply, her breasts jiggling as she straightened her back and raised her eyes to his. She blushed as she noticed his eyes shifting slightly downward, to the narrow dark line between her breasts. She'd worn a push up bra and the light grey v neck sweater framed her cleavage perfectly, letting her show as much of her tits as the school policy allowed. She'd folded the top hem of her navy blue skirt under, shortening remaining length so the start of her slim curving thighs showed when she walked, and even more leg showed when she was sitting like now.
Tiesha had always been more boyish than most girls growing up and she still sat casually, her legs spread. Mr. Adams stood only a few feet away, his breath light and becoming more rapid as his gaze took in her whole form. She was a beautiful young lady and clearly did not yet realise it. He felt his cock began to stiffen looking at her exposed chest and how her skirt clung to her pussy mound, making a triangle where her thighs met.
"Well Harriet Tubman is known for her courage, returning to risk capture to free slaves again and again, while Truth is best remembered for her speech proclaiming her own individual worth as a black woman in a racist age."
Those hours of study in the library paid off Tiesha thought, as Mr. Adams turned away, a slight smile on his lips.
"Well done, Tiesha, well done."
He finished with her and walked away. For a brief moment she could have sworn his slacks outlined a fat plum shaped head more than a few inches down his thigh. Had she gotten her teacher hard Tiesha wondered? Her own lips parted as her pulse raced with the frightening and arousing thought.
She was still getting used to the glances her recent development produced. The formerly skinny teen had finally matured into a full figured woman. She still had the same narrow waist, but her breasts were now round and large, barely drooping as they swelled out, stretching her dark areolas into almost saucer size. Her hips had flared and her ass was even larger than her breasts, and just as firm, standing out from her thighs like a shelf. While the skin of her breasts was a light milk chocolate brown her nipples were almost black and when she got aroused, as she was now, they tented her sweater, stiff and swollen. She could feel another rush of heat in her pussy and knew it too would darken and swell. She felt the fabric of her thong grow soaked as her juices leaked out of her narrow virginal slit.
She spent the rest of the class in a daze imagining what it would be like to touch his cock, to suck on it, and feel it hot and throbbing in her hands and mouth. She blinked awake as the bell rang, ending her first class, and rose unsteadily to her feet after the other students had already left. She left without saying a word, merely nodding her agreement when Mr. Adams reminded her she'd need to return at lunchtime.
By the time she turned the knob and entered Mr. Adam's classroom again she'd come up with an excuse for her chronic lateness to his class and was ready to talk him out of his making her stay all lunch in his room. She'd pulled her sweater down in front so she could distract him with her deep cleavage, and hiked her skirt up as well. She'd also taken her panties off in the girls' bathroom. They were too wet and she liked how cool the air felt on her pussy lips, which were still soft and puffy, tender to even her own light touch. She'd gently stroked herself in the bathroom but the lunch bell had rung before she could finish the act and she knew the room would soon fill with chattering girls. Better to leave and go see Mr. Adams.
