John lay in bed all evening unable to sleep. Bobbi Jo Scarlet had set him on fire. He had forgotten what it was like to be so aroused. His mind, always tasked with intellectual or professional matters, rarely drifted so deeply into sex and sensuality.
He wondered if she would start talking to, or texting her friends. She and Annie Hansen were close. He knew Annie was a gossipy trollup who would love nothing more than to tell everyone she knew that Bobbi Jo got finger banged by her teacher, Mr. Stark.
Fuck, what did it matter. His phone buzzed. There was a message from a number he didn't recognize. "I'm telling you that I want you." It said.
Bobbi Jo? He thought.
John did not reply. He really knew nothing about her except that she made decent grades and was one of the most attractive girls he had ever taught. Definitely the boldest. His phone buzzed again.
":(" it said .
He wondered how Bobbi Jo could've got his number. He damned well wasn't texting her back. That's all he needed, parents finding out he was texting her. But god he wanted her. His phone buzzed again.
"You told me to TELL you!"
So it was her. He knew that at least.
Fuck it he thought. " Hi, I really appreciate that. It means a lot to me. Talk tomorrow?"
She replied, ":)".
John thought Bobbi Jo looked tired in class the next day. She kept her legs crossed like a good girl, at least. The game was in her hands now. He was not going to pursue her. It was on her.
He heard his phone vibrate while he was diagraming a sentence on the chalkboard. John turned to see it lit up on his desk. Bobbi Jo's hands were stone cold. No phone in sight. He could not help but look at the message.
"I want to show you that I want you, after class." read the message.
After class came quickly. Slowly everyone filed out except Bobbi Jo. She stared longingly at her teacher. When everyone had left she approached his desk.
"I loved how you made me feel yesterday Mr. Stark." Said Bobbi Jo. She knelt down beside his desk and hugged him around the waist, running a hand over his thigh and tight stomach, slowly moving closer to his cock.
She began to rub it through his slacks and let out a long deep breath. Relieved that she had finally gotten the nerve up.
"It's so big, my god," whispered Bobbi Jo.
She unbuckled his belt and slacks and pulled out his cock. It was like a mail-order dildo she had seen online. She wanted to take it in her mouth, suckle it, drive it down deep in her throat, place it in her pussy, slide down until it hit whatever could stop it.
Instead Bobbi Jo stood up and kissed her teacher, removed her white silk, lacy panties and began to stroke Mr. Stark's Cock with them.
In moments he was moaning with pleasure. She stroked him faster, until she could feel the wet pre-cum moisten her hands and panties. Mr. Stark was breathing hard and rocking back in his chair.
"Make me cum Bobbi Jo!" He implored, pulling her close and kissing her fiercely.
She jacked him off harder. "You like my panties Mr. Stark, Don't you?"
"Oh god Bobbi Jo!" He moaned.
Then it was payback time. He should have seen this coming. John was confused for a fraction of a second, then amused by his student's courage and cleverness.
She didnt let him cum. She stopped and put her panties back on and kissed him sweetly on the lips. She could play that game too.
