In a dream

It all started with a glance; then turned into a dream. A reoccurring dream as matter of fact. I met him in homeroom, he happened to be my teacher, Mr. Christopher Collin.

He wasn't the most handsome man you've ever seen really. He was short, a bit on the heavy side, and had a big nose. But he had great hair, long black hair with hints if gray that hung just above the shoulders, eyes as deep as the ocean and as dark as the night sky, with the voice of a god.

It started with Shakespeare that I started to look at him through different eyes. His voice would get deeper when he read aloud and suddenly before my eyes, he became something bigger then any one man should be. Suddenly he became a god. But then the bell would ring, I would blink and there he was, Mr. Collin.

My friends said I was crazy for liking him. They didn't know the extent of my crush. I would lie down in my bed at night and fantasize of him kissing along my jaw. All the while his hands roamed and caressed my naked flesh.
Monday came all too quick for the rest of the world. To me, it couldn't have come fast enough and soon I was sitting in the third row, second seat waiting for Mr. Collin.

"So class, today we are going to read Romeo and Juliet. Then we shall have a quiz on it at the end of the week." He said as he walked into the classroom. Shoulders slumped as a heavy sigh spread across the room all the while a lazy smile came on my face. I couldn't stop thinking about my dream.

Soon it was so bad I had to excuse myself to the bathroom. All I could think about was his lips on my neck, his breath hard. He kissed me with a sudden passion; almost a need that he craved to be filled by me. Love trails all along my neck as he lifted my shirt, exposing my breasts. He's kiss all along them, gently licking my nipple and blowing cold air on it forcing it to stand hard at attention. He repeated the action to the other before taking it into his warm, wet mouth and roughly sucking on it. I had cried out, arching my back so her could get more of me into his mouth.

His hands made there way down to my panties, cupping my arse and rubbing me hard and fast. Had me moaning like a cat in heat. His finger slipped beneath my panties, finding my wetness and sliding into me very slowly. My breath had caught in my throat as I struggled not to moan out loud in the school's bathroom. My fingers deep inside myself, my thumb working at my clit as I remembered his mouth and tongue working it's way down to my mound.

He moaned my name softly, "Mmm Annie, so wet and ready for me.." He slid my panties off me, spreading my legs as he kissed up to my thigh. Mr. Collin lightly licked and nipped at my inner thigh and licked my lips, very careful not to touch my clit. He did the same to the other leg, this time kissing my toes.

With my legs spread wide, he kissed around my lips, licking them. He blew cold air on me, making me shiver with lust. My back was arched as much as I could make it without breaking it. My legs spread wide. I was panting and whining for his tongue to touch me.

With his fingers, he spread me wide, fully exposing myself to him. He slid his tongue up and pushed his tongue lightly inside me. He took me in and swallowed, "babe, you taste wonderful" he murmured softly eight before he took my clit into his mouth and sucked on me.
My fingers balled into fists, my back arched as far a it could go all while he sucked on me and his fingers danced inside of me. He switched it up, sucking and licking.

Back in reality, I fingered myself like there was no tomorrow. My fingers hitting the right spot as I came closer to my finish in real life and my dream.

In my dream he stopped and stood up, revealing his large penis in which he asked me to suck on. I took him into my mouth, licking the tip and sucking on the head. I took him as far as he would go and touched his balls. Massaging his balls as I sucked him softer and faster. He pulled out my mouth and laid me on my back, spread my legs wide once more and slowly entered me. I shivered and clung to him, he pumped in and out slowly building up the pace. He moaned softly and I moaned his name out loudly. He went harder inside me and finally I reached my peak, I came with such force it left my legs shaking.

At the time I finished in my dream, I finished in real life, shaking and sliently groaning as it took over me in waves. I couldn't touch my clit, but I did for the pain and pleasure of a beaten clit. I yarned for this mans physical touch and continued to tortured myself till I was completely and utterly spent. It was only then that I pulled my pants up and washed my hands. Realising that class was over I walked out the bathroom and turned the corner to sneak off campus when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Ms. McKracking are you ill?" I turned around and came face to face with Mr. Collins'.
"Y-yes, I don't feel to well." My face suddenly felt hot and yet flushed at the same time.

He nodded and asked me to follow him into his class room. And of course, I did.

**TO BE CONTINUED....