| Straight: Student and Teacher: Bryan (1/4) |
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When I looked at my class rosters, I couldn’t help but groan aloud. Just who did I piss off enough to be given the starting lineup of the baseball team in second period English? I was barely 22 myself and fresh out of college. How was I supposed to handle a bunch of meat headed jocks? This was not starting out to be a good semester. As it turned out, the year was better, much better than I expected. On the first day of class, the boys jostled in, smelling of testosterone and sweat. All of them 18 and built, but one guy in particular had my heart thumping and my imagination in overdrive. Bryan was the definition of sexy. He had deep blue eyes, a sensitive face, and a body like a Greek god. He had a chest that just begged to be stroked and leg muscles meant for my hands, and an ass, well there’s not a word to describe the young perfection of that tight ass. His body was just made for sex but he was also sweet and fun. If only he were a few years older… Much of my fantasy life centered on my sexy shortstop that year. I often pleasured myself in my quiet apartment imagining how Bryan would look in my bed and how his body would feel next to mine. My crotch would instantly moisten as my mind wandered to how his mouth would feel suckling my breast and how his hands would feel caressing the globes of my ass. I sometimes forgot my lesson plans, as I would catch a glimpse of his powerful cock outlined by the jeans that he wore. I made an effort to keep my lustful thoughts to myself, but as you will soon see, I was not quite successful. When it came time for midterms, the baseball coach stopped by my classroom. Many of his players were in danger of failing, and needed a tutor. He asked me if I would be willing to spend some extra time with them to help. I didn’t need to be asked twice. Now I had more time to enjoy the look of Bryan’s body and fantasize about what pleasure I could derive from it. We began meeting before school. Usually by the time my first class started, my panties were so wet; I had to remove them for fear of being found out. By the first of December, I quit wearing anything at all under my short skirts. I sometimes thought Bryan and the other boys might be trying to catch a peek at my smoothly waxed vagina, but I couldn’t be sure. By the time Winter Break rolled around, all the boys had passed their exams and were enjoying their vacations. I didn’t see Bryan again until New Year’s Day. My night before had basically sucked. My date for the evening got drunk with his friends and I went home alone. About 10 am, still in my nightgown, I answered a knock at the door and there was Bryan. Embarrassed by my state of undress, I was uncomfortably aware that the satin nightshirt dipped low between my breasts exposing them almost completely and the cream color did nothing to hide the rosy glow of my pussy lips. Just seeing the object of my fantasy standing at my door started my juices flowing. He grinned shyly as I invited him inside. “I just wanted to stop by and thank you for the extra time you gave us to study. |
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