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Teach Me, Teacher

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By Vivian HeartPublished 5 years ago 4 min read
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I loved my college history class. My professor, Mr. Johnston, was not only enthusiastic about the subject he taught, but he was cute, too. I mean, for an older guy.

I remember the first time I walked into his classroom, he was wearing his casual blue jeans and a white button-up shirt with some obscure logo above the breast pocket. Eager to teach, he clapped his hands loudly demanding that we quickly take our seats.

Now, entering my last semester before graduation, I sat back in his classroom. He was a little bit older, but so was I. His hair had a touch of gray near his temples. He had shaved his full beard, giving him a sharper look.

This might be an interesting semester, I thought to myself. Sitting at my seat, I looked him up and down, not noticing he was looking at me. Patiently, he waited for me to finish leering at him. Only offering a small smile when our eyes met.

Weeks later, our assignments became complicated and I began to struggle with my workload. I feared I was going to have to drop a class. Withdrawal deadlines were a week away. My graduation was on the line. I needed to speak with Mr. Johnston.

Knocking on his office door, I waited for an answer. Our appointment was set for two o’clock, just after class. Moments later, I heard his voice from behind the oak door, beckoning me to enter. Stepping inside, I closed the door behind me.

Sitting in a leather chair that faced him, I shifted nervously. He looked powerful behind his desk with his files stacked off to the side. He sat with his hands clasped tightly together on top of the desk.

“Professor Johnston,” I started. Stopping because my eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry.” I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. “I am afraid I am going to have to drop your class. I will miss graduation.” I choked, the tears streamed down my face.

Standing, he moved from around his desk and stood before me. Placing his hand on my shoulder, he tried to calm me. Offering a Kleenex, he stood by me, waiting, as I pulled myself together. After a few moments, I regained my composure and explained my predicament to him.

Listening intently, he waited until I finished before offering his opinion and some suggestions. Ultimately assuring me that he understood and he would try and help me as much as he could, he encouraged me to stay in his classroom.

Feeling much better, I stood up to leave. Professor Johnston extended his hand to me. Instead, I stepped in and hugged him because, I was so grateful for his help. Imagine my surprise when I felt his hardness against my pelvis. He was aroused!

Stepping back, I looked into his eyes. Our gazes locked for what seemed minutes.

“What else would you like to teach me?” I asked, in a hushed voice.

Swallowing hard, he held his hands on my forearms, visibly debating with himself. Then, he stepped in and kissed me. My mind spinning, so many times I imagined this moment while he rambled about countries, economies, and wars of our world. Returning his warm kiss, I urged him to continue. I felt the urges awaken, and suddenly I realized how good it felt to be touched by him. I could feel my loins stir as he cupped my breasts, rubbing and squeezing them. My pink nipples stood at attention, silently begging for more. The dampness between my legs told on my desires as his hand glided up my short skirt.

I felt his desk behind me, and his hands gripped my waist, picking me up as he placed me on the edge of the large desk. Spreading my legs, he found me. His fingers exploring me, teasing as he massaged and manipulated my clitoris. Bringing me so close to climaxing, then stopping. Pulling away, I looked up at him, my eyes hazed with the desire, wanting him. Reaching down, he unzipped his pants, revealing his large, throbbing cock, proving he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

Pushing himself inside of me, I could barely take him, his massive size catching me by surprise. Inhaling sharply, I tried to control myself when I felt him enter all of the way. He reached down, stroking me as he pumped me full. Rocking me on the hard wooden surface. I exploded. I couldn’t hold it, I cried out in sheer ecstasy. Frantically, he covered my mouth so we wouldn’t be heard. Grunting softly, he shoved his shaft deeper and deeper into me, cumming inside me. Leaning back on his desk with my legs spread and my breast hanging out of my sweater, I filled with panic. Someone was knocking on the door.

“Professor Johnston, everything okay?” Came the voice of one of his colleagues.

Lifting his index finger to my lips, he signaled for me to stay quiet.

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