Graduate
This story began a long time ago. One winter, during the holidays, I came to a new school for an interview. I was never a foolish girl, so I was accepted quickly. But as I was leaving what was now my new school, I saw a handsome young man near the security desk, looking about 18 or 19 years old, he was animatedly telling the security guard something and laughing infectiously. "I'll definitely get to know him when school starts," I thought.
The holidays flew by quickly, I had a great time with my boyfriend... In short—sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll, just without the drugs. My personal life, to be honest, never
fit the image of a straight-A girl, which is what both my parents and teachers considered me. Actually, which is what I was for them. But at 15, I was already almost a fully formed woman: a size 3 chest, a thin waist, rounded butt and hips. In general, I never felt a lack of male attention. So, I often left the role of the good girl at home.And so the first day at the new school arrived, I immediately liked my new homeroom teacher, and she decided to give me a tour of the school. First floor, second... nothing special, a school is a school. Only the spirit here was somehow special. A real school. Excitement fluttered inside me. We had already reached the 5th floor, and the homeroom teacher's constant chirping had already managed to annoy me quite a bit. She was telling me about their new physics teacher: two higher educations, smart, young, teaches lessons excellently... tra-la-la and all that. But when the door to the physics classroom opened, I was stunned. At the lectern near the board, fiddling with wires, resistors, and other nonsense, was that very young man I wanted to meet. "Maybe an 11th grader is answering?"—spun in my head. But no! Exactly. The physics teacher, so I got to know him...
School days went on, he turned out to be a really good physics teacher, and I, as it turned out, was no straight-A student in his subject. He offered to give me extra lessons. "You're not a stupid girl, you grasp things right away, it's pleasant to work with you." Oooh, what thoughts swirled in my head... Oh, how I waited for the first lesson... But damn it, he turned out to be completely cold towards me, taught me physics, told me about acceleration. And I, trying to focus on velocity graphs, felt his disarming scent. My God, how that scent made my head spin... After some time, we caught up with the program, I crammed physics, hated physics, by the way, to the point of stupor. HE praised me, but always about my studies, no other conversations. I constantly thought: "Well, Milka, what are you even thinking, you're a ninth-grader, he's a teacher, even if he looks so young. Fool!"
A year passed like that, then I somehow became indifferent, my own problems, exam preparation, personal life, only idiots along the way, my head buzzed like a beehive even without the physics teacher. 10th grade flew by so fast I didn't even notice. At the beginning of 11th grade, he started writing to me on one of the social networks. Well, nothing special, of course, "hi, how are you, how's school, test tomorrow, get ready, you should shine"—and all that. All within the student-teacher framework. One day after a lesson, he asked why I looked so worn out and offered to have coffee in his lab assistant's room. A few minutes later, I was sitting with a cup of strong coffee and laughing, even though just yesterday I had been crying into my pillow because of another family scandal. So I started often staying late in his lab assistant's room: coffee, tea, conversations became more and more frank, stories about personal life, then more—details of sexual life. We switched to informal "you" in personal conversations, but for some reason, I stopped liking him altogether, I just had fun with him. But nothing more. He told me that he liked me right away when I first came, and even now he finds me attractive, I remained silent.
Everything was changed by one small but significant incident... The bell for class rang, I was going up the stairs to English, and he was walking next to me and pushing someone in the back: "Now I even have to help so they're not late." I jokingly said: "Will you help me?" He smiled and helped, placing his hand on my waist from behind, and indeed gave me a push, adding to finish me off: "Maybe I should have placed my hand lower..?" ... An explosion, the end of the world, whatever else happens, a revolution... It was like I was struck by lightning... Fire spread in my lower abdomen, penetrating every particle of my consciousness, it dissolved into one single word—WANT. Somehow I survived until the end of the lessons, thoughts chaotically swarmed in my head like a swarm of crazed bees...
As usual, after school, I went to have tea with him and chat, of course... Word after word, I came to my senses, laughed again, although WANT didn't leave my head. He was called to a teachers' meeting, and offering me to wait for him, he left. I finished my tea, adjusted my stockings, put the unruly strands of hair back in place, and began to wait for Slava. From outside the window came the singing of birds, the scent of barely blooming lilacs, and a spring mood. Approaching the window, I began to watch the children playing cheerfully outside, drifted somewhere far into my thoughts, and his voice brought me back to reality: "Mil, do you know you're very beautiful?" Another dose of electricity into my consciousness... Zero thoughts, zero understanding of what was happening.
I didn't even notice how he hugged me, and we merged into a long-awaited kiss... His hands burned my skin and drove me crazy. The scent of his body fogged my mind and completely deprived me of the ability to think... When he ran his fingers through my hair, I completely lost my orientation in space... He kissed my neck, my hands, I felt how much I wanted him... I began to untie his tie. His breathing became heavier, he caressed my butt with his hands, feeling the stockings through my skirt, he became even more aroused... "Is it just me, or are you too uninhibited for a graduate?" Slava whispered to me. "Is it just me, or are your hands not where a teacher's hands should be...?" After these words, he sat me on the desk and began unbuttoning the buttons on my snow-white shirt... With each button, revealing my chest to his gaze, my chest heaving frequently from heavy breathing. His hands touched my breasts, I pressed him closer to me... He pressed so hard that through the fabric of my panties I could feel his tense member... I quickly got rid of his shirt... Ah, what a body he had... strong muscular arms, a toned stomach... I had never seen him so handsome, fire burned in his eyes...
In a few movements, he freed me from my shirt and bra. "How beautiful you are... why didn't I see this before..." he whispered in my ear, arousing me even more. He pressed his lips to my nipples, playing with them with the tip of his tongue, caressed my breasts with his hands... I placed my hand on his member and felt through his trousers how hard he was... Pushing Slava onto a chair, I knelt in front of him, quickly dealt with his belt and zipper, pulled down his pants, then his underwear... "How I love your boldness, Solntseva... continue," he whispered. I ran my tongue along the head of his heated member... A heavy sigh escaped his lips... He closed his eyes... I took his hot friend into my mouth as deeply as I could and began to caress it with my tongue... Starting slow movements along it, I helped myself with my hand. Slava took me by the hair and began to help me, setting the right pace... Faster and faster, I caressed his member... I felt that a little more—and he would finish... Accelerating to the limit of my abilities, I heard my teacher breathing heavier and heavier... A little more and a hot stream hit my mouth... the salty taste of semen aroused me even more, swallowing, I got to my feet and leaned against the desk. My throat was dry. Turning away from Slava, I poured myself some water and, barely having filled my mouth with water, felt his hands on my waist...
His hands, as before, burned my skin, I wanted sex like never before... My panties had long been wet... Slava took off my skirt and slid his hand between my legs... Ah... A barely audible moan escaped my lips... "How aroused you are..." he whispered in my ear. He pressed me hard against him, and with my back I felt his member, ready for battle again... His lips slid along my neck... I was going crazy from every touch... The height difference was a bit of a hindrance, and with a sharp movement, he turned me around and sat me on the desk again... Kissing me on the lips, he quickly took off my panties... I was left only in stockings... after playing a bit with my girl with his fingers, he finally entered me... Lost in the moment, I moaned with pleasure... HE covered my mouth with his hand: "Hey... they'll hear us... Is it good for you..?" "Yes," I barely audibly uttered... Moving inside me, he caressed my body with his hands. Faster and faster his member moved inside me, and each of his movements brought incredible pleasure... Barely holding back screams and moans, I dug my nails into his shoulders, this aroused Slava even more... Picking up the pace, we merged into one.
We dissolved into each other... I wanted to scream with pleasure... I had never felt so good before as I did now... HE kissed my neck, I felt that my pleasure was about to reach its peak... And at that moment, a hot stream of semen hit inside, and simultaneously, my breath caught... Thousands of little red-hot needles pierced my body... Incredible, sweet languor filled my body... Fire blazed inside me... How wonderful it was...
Extricating myself from his embrace, I sat down on a chair, leaned back, and tried to come to my senses...
"I would never have thought you were like that..." he broke the awkward silence
"Like what?"
"Uninhibited... bold... sexy..."
"And I would never have thought I could want someone so much..."
"Oh, Mila... That was magnificent... maybe we'll repeat it sometime..?"
"Not maybe, we'll definitely repeat it," I smiled, "sorry, I have to go... I'm late for my tutor..."
"Do you have sex with him too?"
"No," I said curtly, getting dressed. "No, no, and no."
"Only mine?"
"Only my own."
"Well, you're such a bitch... I always knew a bitch was hiding behind that good girl mask..."