| Straight: Student and Teacher: A Jewelry Class Tryst (1/6) |
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Corinne was a hard girl to define, though she existed in a world of definitions. As a senior in her high school, she had never had many friends and no boyfriends. It didn't matter to her--few of the people at her school were mature enough for her. She was 18 before her last year even began, and craved a man, not a boy. Someone who knew how to satisfy her. Someone who could handle the beast in her. She would bide her time. That's not to say she couldn't get a boyfriend. Throughout high school, boys had sought her out, only to be met with a simple refusal. She had creamy white skin, smooth as porcelain, hair that fell in thick flaming red curls down her back, and deep brown eyes. She was as quick to laugh as she was to anger and almost terrifyingly intelligent. Driven by passion, she never did anything half way. Be it hate or love or anything in between, emotions dominated her. By her senior year, jewelry was her focus and she excelled in the class. There wasn't a person she knew who couldn't find her after school. Mr Pensbed had also come to expect her presence in his classroom. He both resented and cherished the time she spent near him. Feelings fueled his blood supply that he had not experienced for years. Even his own girlfriend couldn't fill him with such urges as Corinne unwittingly did. He had to rein himself in; a breakdown often lurked near, threatening to reveal his feelings for the student. Unbeknownst to him, he would soon lose what little control he had left. ~ ~ ~ As Corinne lay in bed, the clock read well past midnight. She sighed to herself--she was incredibly horny and wanted relief. Her fingers found the vibrator that she kept near her bed. It was a well-used old friend, but she knew that it would not completely satisfy her that night. Nonetheless, it would help. An orgasm racked her body, but it only took the edge off. Her curiosity drove her to want something more than the usual cycle of her masturbation. School the next day was monotonous, allowing her fantasies to run wild. By the time it came to the last class of the day, jewelry, she had imagined sleeping with almost every male teacher in building. Some, in her mind, were surprisingly gentle lovers, sweetly sensuous. Their methodical thrusts were slow and deep, making sure every nerve was on fire; she wanted the sensation to never end. Others were more passionate, taking control of her body. They were fierce, breathless encounters. Words were few and far between, the meetings leaving her sore and spent, yet craving more. ~ ~ ~ Pensbed closed his eyes as the bell rang for his seventh hour. He dreaded this moment as much as he wanted it: the moment when he would see Corinne. It was an unhealthy obsession, he knew, but he couldn't help himself. He knew that she would always come in with about two minutes of the passing period to spare. She would walk to her seat, so close to his desk, and set her bag down to her left. Her fingers would tie her hair back loosely with the band she kept on her wrist as she bent down to unlock her locker. Before class even started, her project would be in front of her. Right on time, she entered. Mr Pensbed excused himself, swiftly making his way down the hall. In no time, |
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Amazing
