Confession: I slept with my literature teacher when I was 18

At the age of 17 I found myself madly in love with my young literature teacher. He was very handsome, had a great teaching style and sometimes he even brought his guitar to school. I admired him but I knew that I could never be with him.


On his last day at our school I felt brave and wanted to say something, anything, to let him know how much I liked him. I prepared myself for rejection or even laughter and told him he could call me anytime if he wanted to talk and that I’d be very happy if he’d call me on my birthday. He just smiled and nodded, then he left… All teachers had our complete contact data so I knew he could look up my birthday and he could call if he wanted to, but I didn't think he would. 

3 weeks later, on my 18th birthday I had not really expected his call. But to my surprise he really called me at my parents house. We talked for a bit and he asked me for a date. Oh boy, I was sooo nervous. Of course I said yes and we met up at his place two days later. He had bought some cheap champagne and ordered pizza. We talked for hours, it really seemed like he was into me, too. The tension got more and more tangible between us. At some point I stood up to look out of the window, I couldn’t take it anymore. He came up behind me, standing slightly too close but not yet touching me. I felt his presence and tingled all over with wanting him, I yearned to turn around and kiss him but I didn’t move. He said "Anna, you know, I could fall in love with you right now. I know it’s wrong but I can’t fight my feelings for you."

At that point, all common sense was lost. I turned around and put my hand on his forearm saying "then don’t. don’t fight it…" When he kissed me I got dripping wet in an instant. I had loved him in my dreams many times, it felt like a dream come true. While his hands roamed my body he moved me away from the window and had me up against the wall in no time. I enjoyed his expert touch, his fingers finding their way under my shirt made me shiver with lust. 

He kissed my neck, making me moan and pull him even closer to me. The bulge in his jeans pressing against me made me incredibly ready for him. I was so horny at that point, I would have fucked him right away. But he broke our embrace, heavily panting and motioned me to come and sit with him on the couch. 

We sat very closely, still touching, but now also talking. He told me to take it slow, to take my time. He asked about my former experiences and I answered very openly about a few fumbles, but no "real sex". That led to a lengthy talk about protection – I was not taking the pill yet. He didn’t have a condom and so we just cuddled and made out on the couch for a bit until it was suddenly high time for me to get home.

After this day I could barely believe it. I still felt like I was dreaming. We met up several times, going for long walks together or going out for dinner in another town. He always said he would wait for me to be ready and I got the impression he really made an effort not to let things get out of hand. 

Some months later we went for a walk in the woods. It was beautiful out there and we were far away from his car when the rain started to fall. A slight drizzle at first, becoming more and more until we were both soaked through by the time we arrived at the car. Laughing and giggling while running through the rain had made us giddy. It didnt need any talking, we just took our wet clothes of until only our underwear was left. At the same time as I said "this is all dripping wet, too..!" he said "you are so incredibly beautiful". 

Our eyes met and we both knew what was going to happen. Slowly I took off my bra as he watched me. While he kissed my erect nipples I tried to get rid of my wet, clingy panties but he had to help me with that. By now I was wet inside and out and I could see his cock was hard and ready, making a bulge in his wet undies. But he didn’t get naked yet. 

First he made sure to take in all my nakedness, looking and touching, finally kissing and licking my nipples until I was writhing with pleasure on his passenger seat. "Please show me…" I whispered, reaching for his bulge. When he finally shoved his underwear down I was very eager to touch his dick. I got on my knees on the car seat and bent over. Nothing about it made me nervous or scared, it was neither very big nor very small, and I just longed to touch it. So we continued touching and kissing each other. While I started to get a grip on his cock, finding a rhythm in stroking him he let his hands wander along my belly, over my hips, between my legs.

I was dripping wet from all the anticipation and I just wanted him to feel me so I opened my legs a bit for him, pushing against his hand. "oh Anna, you’re so wet" was his response when he first dipped his fingers in. As soon as he started to explore my tight pussy with his fingers I couldn’t be quiet any more. I started moaning and sat back, opening my legs for him. By the look on his face I could tell he had not expected that. "Please, please don’t stop, it feels so good", I begged him to go on until I could feel my orgasm build. As he kissed me I came on his fingers. Right after that I wanted him inside me. I knew I was ready, and he knew it, too. We changed places, so he was in the passenger seat. Then he put on a condom and guided me to carefully climb on his lap. It was not easy since the car wasn’t very big but eventually I had the right position and slowly let myself sink onto his hard cock. Playing with my tits and gazing into my face he slowly started moaning, too. It didn’t take long for me to cum again and this time I took him with me. 

Slowly we returned to reality. Looking at each other, our hair all wet and tangled from the rain we started to grin like idiots. Still sitting on his lap I looked around in the car. The wet clothes were everywhere, the windows were fogged and outside it was already getting dark. We kissed once again and I climbed off his lap. Giggling and joking we got dressed as good as possible. I felt incredibly happy that my first "real" sex had worked out so great. He told me he felt sorry for not lasting longer but I assured him it was alright. Especially since it wasn’t really comfy in the passenger seat…. We were a secret couple for almost a year. In the end he broke my heart by breaking up with me for an "older woman" she was 28.