It started when I was 16. I am shapely, with a slight build, blonde. Dad always laughed that I have the face of an innocent child and there is a devil under my skin. In fact, he’s right.
Maybe that is why I have always attracted stares including his – Mason, my English teacher. A handsome dark-haired man with big blue eyes who came to our school right after graduation. At first, he was very nervous, even a little clumsy. Once he broke a cup then he kept twisting our names. Lots of people in my class started mocking him and parodying him behind his back, but not me. Something about him fascinated me from the beginning. Maybe that shy smile? Or maybe the fact that, unlike the “older” teachers, it was obvious that he was passionate about what he was saying. That’s why I stayed after the lesson more than once or twice, asking about additional things. With time, it started to be a routine, and our meetings were no longer just my inquiries, but an open discussion. The professor was clearly pleased that someone was interested.
On that Friday, I stayed after the lesson again to discuss my last English exam. I was irritated because he avoided my stare during the lesson and never let me answer the question he asked.
– Did something happen? He said, noting something in my book, when we were alone.
– I wanted to talk.
– Nothing to talk about. Go home. He muttered and started packing his things. Irritated, I walked over to the desk, forcing him to look at me. He frowned and pursed his lips.
– About my exam. – I felt my anger growing with each passing moment.
– We’ve talked about everything. Go now. – He looked at me sharply.
– Why are you so today …
– So indifferent?
He sighed softly.
– Isabelle, I just don’t have time for extracurricular activities today. Now get off my desk and go home. He looked away again. I didn’t understand that.
– Enough. He growled and stood up. His face was now very closed to mine. “Look, I really appreciate that you are studying, but you are not the only talented student at this school.
I felt disappointed. We looked each other straight in the eye.
“Damn it…” he said and pulled me to him. We started kissing wildly, not paying attention to the fact that someone might catch us. He pulled my blouse up and sucked on my nipple, I groaned, feeling like I was going to go crazy. With the other hand, he pulled off his pants and then lifted my skirt up. He broke away from me for a moment and looked me straight into my eyes I nodded silently, feeling my lust ignite me. I felt his cock at the entrance to my pussy. He teased me, rubbing against my hot and very moist labia. He finally entered me with all the force. I closed my eyes, feeling wonderfully complete. His movements were quick, nervous, as if life depended on it. Mason’s hand found my clitoris and started to massage it additionally. I felt like I was getting closer to orgasm with each thrust until I finally explode while scratching his shoulders with my nails. After a few moves he finished and rested his forehead against my forehead.
– First and the last time. He muttered, backing away from me. Without looking at me, he got dressed and left the class, leaving me speechless.
However, it was not the last time. Since then, we’ve seen each other practically on every occasion, fucking wherever we go. Today, however, everything was about to change. I held the pregnancy test in my hand and knocked on his door.
– Professor, we need to talk …