By EMily Homen
“Name the enzyme that assists in the breakdown of proteins in the digestive system.”
This exam had to be a joke. I took a casual glance around the classroom to see my other classmates sweating it out over our final high school biology exam. Jeez, you’d think with all the extra help the girls in this class requested from Mr. Christoph they’d be breezing through this.
I chuckled to myself as I thought about the last four years of girls throwing themselves at Mr. Christoph like cats in heat, while he remained oblivious to all of it.
I’d always taken a particular interest in Mr. Christoph, as I admired his strategies for teaching difficult concepts and creating such an easygoing classroom environment. It wasn’t until my senior year that I noticed Mr. Christoph also taking a particular interest in me. The piercing eye contact during lectures, the extra long lingers at my desk, the way he got just a little too close when pointing out something on my essay. By the time I was about ready to graduate it was obvious the tension and desire between us was at an all time high.
I held onto my already finished exam just a little longer so I had time to examine my examiner. Mr. Christoph was not jaw dropping good looking; his charm and wit played a large part in making hi nearly irresistible; but nonetheless he was a man I certainly wouldn’t mind to see naked. In fact, I’d planned on it as soon as I graduated and was no longer a student as of tomorrow evening. An ache formed between my legs as I pictured myself pinned beneath Mr. Chistoph’s lanky frame, wisps of slightly grayed hair falling out of place as he breathed heavily. My body had been begging for his for months and I wasn’t going to deny it any longer. I turned over my final exam and attached a sticky note for Mr. Chistoph which read
“50 Main St. Room 3305. 10pm.”
An address, a hotel room and a time. All I needed to set my greatest fantasies in motion. With that I uncrossed my legs, causing quite a ruckus to ensure Mr. Christoph got a good view of my black lace panties, and rose from my desk, making my way towards his. I lightly dropped my exam onto his desk in front of him with a smile. “Have a nice summer.” I whispered. “I’m sure we’ll be in touch.” He replied coolly. Oh, I was sure. I sauntered back to my desk feeling his eyes piercing into my backside. As I collected my things and headed out the door I looked back just in time to see Mr. Chistoph slip my sticky note into his pocket. A new excitement grew in my chest and made it’s my down between my legs. It was happening.
That evening around 8pm I was packing my suitcase for my post graduation vacation when an email came in from Mr. Christoph. Fuck. I’d always known that there was a chance I could’ve been completely wrong about what I thought was happening between us. My heart raced as I stared at the screen. I was sure this was Mr. Christoph emailing to tell me how inappropriate my note was. Oh god, he’d probably tell me he was disappointed in me. Ugh. I couldn’t bear the thought. I closed my laptop without reading the email.
About an hour later I’d finished packing and was settling down to complete my online airline check in. When I opened my laptop my email was still open with that daunting unopened message from Mr. Chistoph. Fuck it, I’ll have to face it eventually. I opened the email. My jaw dropped to the floor along with my laptop.
“14 King St. Room 321. Now.”
The address of my high school accompanied by Mr. Christoph’s room number and a rather demanding, yet sexy tone. Fuck, this came in an hour ago. I immediately kicked myself for being such a wimp and pulled up a reply.
“See you in five?”
Ugh, I groaned. I was so lame. I’d definitely missed my shot. Why the hell hadn’t I just opened the email. Then again, maybe he just wanted to discuss my exam…but this late at night? What’s he even doing at the school still? My mind was racing so fast I nearly jumped when my laptop pinged with a new email.
“Don’t keep me waiting any longer.”
Jesus fucking Christ. In a matter of five minutes I was in my sexiest lingerie and dress and speeding my way down the street to my high school. My mind, heart, and hormones were all still racing as I stood outside his door. I almost knocked then realized no one else would be in the school this late and really who else was he expecting? I took a deep breath, turned the handle and walked into the classroom.
What I walked into was a rather normal scene. Mr. Christoph was sitting at his desk reading over what looked to be exams. However, I’d noticed his tie was no longer on and his shirt was unbuttoned just enough to see the hairs of his chest. “Close the door.” He commanded.
I snapped out of my trance and quietly shut the door behind me before making my way over to him. “What can I do for you, sir?” I bravely sat on the edge of his desk and smiled down at him. Go big or go home right? Mr. Christoph was clearly thrown off by this bold move as he stuttered and took a second to compose himself before holding up my sticky note. I raised an eyebrow. “This.” He started. “This is not going to work.” “Oh?” now I was thoroughly confused. Before I could argue Mr. Christoph stood up running his fingers through his hair then bringing his hands to my shoulders. I held my breath. I was now sitting on Mr. Christoph’s desk and he has positioned himself directly in from of me. He touch felt so gentle on my skin, but his eyes told another story.
“This is not going to work, because I have been dreaming of bending you over my desk since the day you walked into my classroom.”
I think my eyes bulged out of my head from his sudden tone. My panties quickly became soaked as he licked his lips, eyeing me as if I was fresh prey. I leaned in. “So what are you waiting for?” With that Mr. Christoph had pulled me off of his desk and spun me around. I felt his erection pressing into my backside as he held me close. “Don’t test me Miss. Rosin.” He breathed onto my neck. “I’m still your teacher and I have one more lesson for you.”
Oh god I wanted him bad. I fought to turn around and face him, but I was no match for his strong grip. “Please sir.” I begged, the desire between my legs growing larger and larger. “Please what?” “Please fuck me!” I cried and not a second later my chest was pressed against the cool wood of his desk and my dress lifted to my hips. I felt large hands caressing and squeezing my ass until SLAP! That same hand came down hard and fast on my ass. “Ow!” I cried. “Miss. Rosin, you will not yell in my classroom is that understood.” “Yes.” I murmured. SLAP! “I said is that understood?” “Yes sir!”
I felt his fingers slip under the lace of my panties and I moaned pushing my hips towards him. “Patience.” He cooed, as he continued to tease my already soaking wet pussy with his fingers. I moaned even louder as he gently rubbed my clit. “Please.” I nearly whispered. And suddenly that gentle tease turned into a dominant aggressor. He tore my panties apart and plunged into me. I cried out as his big cock filled me. He pulled my hair harder and harder with each thrust. “Mr. Christoph!” I cried as my climaxed together and his upper body fell onto mine as we both breathed heavily. Holy fuck. I was bent over my teachers desk with his cock inside of me. I was living out an unattainable sexual fantasy.
I winced as he pulled out of me and turned to face him as I pulled my dress back down. He was casually buttoning up his pants again and looked at me with those cool grey eyes, still full of desire and god knows what else.
He held up the sticky note. “I’ll still be seeing you tomorrow. I just really needed to fuck you on my desk before you left.” He grabbed me and kissed me hard, both of our tongues fighting for with each other until finally we broke apart for air. “See you tomorrow.” I breathed. As I tried to maintain my cool walking out the door Mr. Christoph planted a hard slap on my ass. “Tomorrow.”
It sounded like a warning.
