The Teacher

Here is a little different story, I hope you all like it.

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The first knock on the door was very quiet. Mark didn't hear it at all. No wonder, the storm was wild, wind hauling, it drowned all the other noises.

The second knock was louder. Mark lifted his head up from the papers.

What the hell? Who would even attempt to go out in this weather?

He quickly walked to the door and opened it to see a young girl, completely drenched, standing on his doorstep.

"Anna! What are you doing here in this weather?!"

Mark hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside.

"Come in, quickly."

This wasn't ideal, inviting her in, but what was he supposed to do? Let her stand there and get more wet? If it was even possible.

She stood in the hallway with an uncertain expression. Wet summer clothes clung tightly to her slim figure, revealing every delicious curve.

Mark tried not to look. She was his student.

Anna put down the hood of her top and looked at him with her huge blue eyes. Her pretty face assumed the look of determination.

"Sorry Mr M, I had to see you. My parents are out of town and this weather...I thought..." her voice trailed off as if suddenly she lost her confidence again.

Mark waited patiently.

He should really pack her up in the car and drive her home. There was no reason that could justify her being here. But he was curious what made her leave the comfort of her home.

Was she scared of the storm? It was pretty intense. Young girl alone in the house may not be the best idea. Still, it didn't have to be him. She could go to her neighbours or friend's house.

"I thought..." she started again and stopped.

She was dripping rain water all over his floor and Mark noticed goosebumps forming on her arms.

He sighed.

Whatever it was she had to say it might be easier for her to spell out if she was dry.

"Look Anna, you shouldn't be here, but I can't let you catch a cold if you stay in those wet clothes for longer. Would you like me to find you something dry to wear and then you can tell me why you had to see me in this weather?"

He smiled at her warmly while his brain was working on overdrive in a few directions at once.

Anna in his house...student....storm...wet clothes.

"Yes please..." she timidly returned his smile.

Mark Ied her to the downstairs bathroom and quickly ran upstairs to find his t-shirt, some tracksuit bottoms and a hoodie. It'll all be 5 sizes too big for her but anything would be better than that wet, translucent top, under which he could clearly see her full breasts, and impossibly short shorts, showing her long, slim legs.

It would be better for both of them if she was properly covered.

He returned to the bathroom door and knocked.

"I'm putting some dry clothes just outside the door. Take as much time as you need. I'll be in the living room."

He heard some rustling and a sound of acknowledgement. He put the clothes on the floor and went back to his desk where he was marking papers.

He couldn't concentrate on them any longer.

The thought of Anna, his student, in his bathroom, stripping of her wet clothes at this very moment unsettled him.

He tried to remain professional and push the image of her naked, wet body out of his mind, but he failed.

This was so wrong.

It was bad enough in class when she looked at him with those intelligent blue eyes and more than once he had to avert his gaze to stop himself from staring at her. Or when she came to his desk with her assignment or a question and he could smell her delicate scent. He would feel a hot current traveling through his spine right to his dick and he was grateful that he could remain seated.

She wasn't flirting with him, no. She was just...there. Rather quiet in class, as far as he could see she remained on the outskirts of the group. During lessons she sometimes surprised him with comments that made him stop and think. Beautiful, intelligent, thoughtful. He could see himself totally losing his head for her.

Despite all this Mark maintained a fully professional attitude, never crossing the boundaries. It did not stop him from thinking about Anna in the safety of his home. He would jerk off to the image of her mouth with soft lips, and the thought of how amazing it would feel on his dick. It left him feeling guilty as fuck and ashamed of his perverse mind, but he couldn't stop.

He heard the bathroom door click and turned towards the noise. Anna stood in the doorway wearing only his hoodie. Her legs, although covered a little more than they were in her shorts, still showed way too much. Mark wondered if she had anything underneath. The thought of his hoodie touching her naked body made his dick twitch. He swallowed hard.

This was getting worse by the minute.

"Why didn't you..." he started.

"I couldn't get them to stay on my hips. There was no string to adjust." Anna seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. "I'm warm enough just in this," she smiled at him then looked uncertainly at the bundle of the wet clothes she was holding.

Mark followed her gaze. It seemed that she tried to hide her underwear and bra under the bigger pieces of clothing, but she didn't do a very good job. Red lace was still peeking through.

"Shall I put these in the tumble dryer for you?" Mark pointed at the bundle, trying to sound casual. "And...I'll get you a cup of tea."

He needed something to do, a task that would get him away from this incredibly sexy young woman standing in his living room wearing his clothes.

She nodded and came closer to hand it to him. Noticing her underwear sticking out, she tried to cover it with her shorts. Mark pretended to look somewhere else. Just like he pretended not to notice her blushing.

He took the wet clothes, threw them in the dyer and came back to his open plan kitchen to make tea.

Anna was now standing by the book shelves, scanning the titles, her head tilted to the side. Mark watched her, with half closed eyes, as she put her hand up to touch one of the covers. The hoodie rode up higher.

"Ouch...fuck!" The pain of boiling water on his hand abruptly brought him back.

Anna turned to him with an alarmed expression.

"Are you alright?!"

"l'm fine. I splashed hot water on my hand. Sorry, Anna, I shouldn't have sworn in front of you," Mark replied, running his hand under the cold tap.

Anna giggled.

"I never heard a teacher swearing," she said and gave him a sweet, slightly nervous smile that made him feel instantly hot.

He finished making tea and brought it over to her.

They sat together on the sofa, Mark carefully positioning himself as far away from Anna as he could.

She wrapped her fingers around the cup and tucked her legs under her body, the pose giving her an innocent and alluring look at the same time.

Mark did not think he could resist her unassuming charms for long. The quicker he can get her out of his house the better.

It was time to get to the bottom of it. Once her clothes were dry he could send her packing and then have a nice session revisiting the images of her standing in her wet clothes at the door or wearing his hoodie and nothing underneath...

Fuck it, he was a man, she was hot as hell and he didn't have to be a teacher 24/7. It was not crossing any boundaries, she would never know about it.

His dick stirred in anticipation at the images swirling in his mind. He shifted to make sure Anna would not see his erection.

"0k Anna, you're dry now, hopefully warm, you can finally tell me what was so important to get you here in the middle of the storm," he said in a calm and gentle voice.

"I...Mr M., I wanted to..." she stammered, her cheeks turning pink with embarrassment, "...ask about Monday's assignment," she finished awkwardly.

Mark groaned inside. This was obviously not a real reason. She was a good student, always striving to get good marks, but even she wouldn't come to his house to discuss the assignment. Emails were perfectly sufficient.

He looked at her frowning slightly then decided to play along. It should help him to keep his head cool. Discussing assignments was his job. Nothing can be more innocent than that.

"What questions did you have about it?"

"It was about...you know, Henry VIII..."

"Anna, I know what assignment I gave you," he said slightly amused. "But you don't seem to remember it well."

He got up and walked to his desk, covered by papers and open books. He shuffled them for a while trying to find the sheet with the one he gave to her class last week.

He heard a movement behind him and the next second Anna's arms wrapped around him, her warm body pressing on his back.

Mark froze. His breathing became quicker in an instant. He could feel Anna's breast against him and all the thoughts about the assignment flew away. He stood rooted to the spot trying to keep control of himself.

She's a student, she's a student, she's a student...

He kept repeating in his head. The feel of her warm body, her delicate arms wrapped around his waist, her breathing almost as quick as his, was clouding his judgment.

He was losing this battle fast.

Slowly he turned around. Shit, it was a mistake. Anna's blue eyes looked up at him with such intensity that his breath got caught up in his chest. All sorts of emotions were playing on her face.

He lifted his hand to her cheek.

"Anna...why are you really here?" he asked quietly, not able to take his eyes off her. He moved his gaze to her lips. Slightly parted, inviting. He saw the tip of her tongue when she wet them and his head started spinning.

The sirens in his head were screaming STOP, but he didn't pay attention anymore. Everything disappeared apart from those big, blue eyes and soft lips that moved closer, and closer until he felt her breath and a gentle brush against his mouth.

Next moment Anna was kissing him with passion and hunger that astounded him.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her closer and kissed her back.

He only stopped when he felt out of breath.

He leaned back slighting and looked at her trying desperately to summon his common sense.

"Anna, I'm your teacher and you're my student. We shouldn't..."

She kissed him again, her tongue playing with his, eagerly exploring his mouth. Her body pressed harder on his, she could no doubt feel his fully erected dick pushing on her belly.

"You are a good teacher, Mr M," she said breathlessly when she tore herself off his mouth. "I want you to teach me... I had a crush on you from the first day. I can't concentrate in classes, I can't think when you're around."

Mark smiled briefly.

"That makes two of us," he said before he could stop himself.

Shit! She was not supposed to know that. It seemed he was crossing every line in the teacher-student relationship at the speed of light. He had to stop, put things right before he passed the point of no return.

"Oh..." she said with surprise. "I didn't know..."

"Like you said, Anna, I'm a good teacher, I would never allow... I could lose my job, my career. Not even mentioning how wrong this is..."

"Well, it's too late now," she shrugged, a playful smile dancing around the corners of her mouth. "l won't tell anyone."

He stared in her eyes, impossibly clear and blue. Are they supposed to be that blue? She was waiting for his move and as her teacher he should make the right one.

This was his chance to tell her that it was not too late, that he was extremely flattered by her affection, but there were boundaries that they could not cross.

He swiped the stranded hair of her face, brushed his finger on her cheek and moved it to her chin to lift up her head.

"You should be doing this with someone your age and not your teacher," he said, moving his gaze to her lips and with a great effort stopping himself from kissing her again.

He didn't want to say this. He had the girl of his dreams in his arms, offering herself to him and instead of taking it he tried to put her off.

Must be his teaching training and moral standards run deeper than he thought.

"I don't want anyone my age. I want you..."

Or maybe not.

He looked at her for a moment then lowered his head to her mouth. He brushed his lips on hers very gently. Anna's breathing was rapid, like butterfly wings. If he doesn't do anything she will hyperventilate. He had to do something. Kissing her breathless seemed like the best idea.

So he took her face in his hands and did just that.

Anna wrapped her arms around his waist. Hot shivers came down his spine when he felt the length of her body pressing on him.

That was it. The rational thoughts about ethics, morals, consequences were pushed out by primeval desire. Mark's world quite suddenly was reduced to this room, this woman in front of him, the feel of her slim body in his arms, her smell and taste. That's all he wanted right now. Everything else was insignificant.

Anna's fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt, she started undoing them quickly, her lips never leaving his for longer than a second. A moment later she slid his shirt off his shoulders and touched his bare skin. Mark could feel her warm fingers on his chest, then sliding lower to his waist.

He paused and leaned back. Anna quite obviously knew what she wanted and he resigned himself to the fact that he could not refuse her, but some things had to be made clear first.

"Anna, I have to ask. Have you done it before?"

"Only once, I didn't like it. I don't think he knew what he was doing," she grimaced. "It was very quick and it hurt."

"0h, I'm sorry your first time was so..." Mark tried to find the right words.

"Crappy. That's the expression I would use." Anna looked at him thoughtfully. "I hope my second will be much better. You know what you're doing, right?"

Mark laughed. No, he most definitely did not know what he was doing, holding his student in his arms, kissing her, allowing her to go further and further.

"I know what I should be doing and it is not giving you sex education."

Anna kissed him again. She tasted sweet, her lips so very soft and her tongue inquisitive and impatient, igniting his senses, making him want more.

"What if I ask nicely? I know all the theory, but I don't want to practice with anyone else. You don't have to worry about getting me pregnant. I've been on the pill for ages to regulate my cycle."

She spoke quickly, and surprisingly directly, like she had it all planned. Mark wondered how long she's been thinking about making this move. It was incredibly brave of her, almost desperately brave.

She looked in his eyes, they were full of hope. All his lust aside, could he really disappoint her?

When she ran her fingernails on his back, he let out a groan.

"You, young lady, are making an irresistible argument. I don't think I could say no."

Indeed he could not. All the reasons why he should suddenly seem unimportant. Luckily he had enough self control left to take it slow.

He took her hand and walked her to the armchair. He sat down and pulled Anna on his lap. He nuzzled her cheek and kissed her temple.

"Now, my sweet student, what do you want me to teach you?"

His dick was straining in his trousers, with her so close, wriggling gently on his lap as she made herself more comfortable. He ignored it for now, getting it right for her was more important.

"Everything..." Anna breathed out and put her head back exposing her neck. Mark ran the tip of his tongue on it, tasting her skin. His hand on her thigh slowly moved higher and higher to her butt. Her naked butt underneath his hoodie.

"I can't believe you didn't wear anything else apart from that hoodie..." he murmured.

"I couldn't get the bottoms to stay on..." she said again, her eyes closed.

"Mmm, I'm not complaining. But what about the t-shirt? Couldn't stay on?" He trailed his hand up to her tummy. Her skin was smooth and soft.

"I thought I would be too hot."

"You definitely are...hot as hell," he whispered before coming back to her mouth. He lightly sucked on her bottom lip. Anna moaned in his mouth, her hand gently touching the back of his neck.

Mark's hand arrived at her breasts. He brushed his palm on her nipple, a hard little nub. He rolled it between his fingers and heard Anna's moan as she arch towards him. He moved to her other breast and repeated the treatment. He was rewarded with more moans and more arching.

"I want to see you," he whispered and pulled up the hoodie, taking it off over her head. She helped him by putting her arms up.

There she was. Completely naked, with beautiful full breasts, a flat stomach, and round hips. Her skin was so smooth, it almost glowed and Mark had a sudden urge to kiss and lick every part of her.

Anna looked at him with a slightly self conscious expression.

"You are absolutely beautiful," Mark assured her and lowered his head to her breast. He flicked his tongue on her hard nipple and heard her gasp. He took it in his mouth and started sucking gently. Anna closed her eyes and moaned softly.

The sound produced another twitch in his jeans.

Mark slowly trailed his hand on the inside of her leg. He felt her muscles tensing up instinctively as he went higher.

"Just relax, baby...l won't hurt you," he murmured and gently parted her legs. He brushed his fingers on her pussy, she was very wet. He circled his thumb around the opening, ran it between her pussy lips up to her clit spreading the moisture.

"lt looks like you're enjoying this," he commented with a little smile.

"Oh yes, Mr M., very much..." Anna's voice was a bit rasp, her breathing getting heavier.

Mark moved his thumb to her clit, circling it gently at first, then increasing the pressure. He felt it getting bigger and harder under his touch. Anna's moans became louder, her muscles trembling. Mark came back to her opening and slowly pushed one finger inside.

Gosh, she was tight. Her pussy gripped his finger just as she gripped his arm. Mark's dick twitched again at the thought of penetrating such a tight pussy.

Slowly he moved his finger in and out, getting deeper each time. He sucked on her nipple keeping the same rhythm and soon felt Anna's hips meeting his movements.

She held onto his arm, her whole body tensing up.

Mark added another finger, stretching her pussy, and increased the pace. Anna's movements became more wild, her hips thrusting uncontrollably in his hand. He held her tight in his arms and kept the pace. She was close.

He came back to her lips, pushed his tongue inside to explore her mouth. He was getting greedy. He wanted her more and more.

When he pressed his thumb on her clit again she let out a loud moan and came hard, her juices flooding his hand.

He did not stop finger fucking her until her pussy stopped contracting and her body relaxed. Her moans turned into little whimpers, but her hips were still gently rocking.

After a while Anna opened her eyes and looked at him dazed.

"Oh, Mr M, that was wonderful...I never knew it could be that good..."

Mark kissed the tip of her nose, still holding her in his arms.

"Lesson number one completed," he smiled.

His dick was straining uncomfortably now. There was still so much more he wanted to do to her, but he needed some relief soon.

Anna shifted on his lap and he couldn't stop a groan.

She noticed it and experimentally shifted again. Little tease.

He needed a break, before he loses control and starts fucking her hard right on this chair.

"I need a drink," he said. "Would you like something?" He helped her to get up.

When she shook her head, Mark walked to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of cold water.

"Now, how about you doing something nice for me?" he asked, coming back.