Sweet Nothings Part I

It was the end of my junior year and summer was rolling in like a dark cloud. Don’t get me wrong, nothing felt better than wearing short shorts and a skimpy top, but I was starting to feel bummed. A lot of my friends were going away for the summer and I hadn’t a clue as to what I was going to do. On a particular Wednesday afternoon I slipped on a see through white tube top that hugged my breast tightly. I called it my “womanly” shirt because it showed every womanly feature about me, including my nipples. I had on a shear bra and to accent the outfit, and I wore my super mini skirt that came about an inch below my crotch. The day before had been hot but there was still a breeze so I decided to go without panties, just to feel more comfortable. Me and my girlfriend Dana were walking through the halls on the way to my health class discussing summer activities. “I’m not going anywhere interesting or exotic,” I said in a disappointed tone. Dana gave me an uneasy glance, she was going to Spain, and patted my back. “I’m sorry, I feel bad.” I laughed and hugged her, “It’s not your fault my parents are anal.” I turned to enter my class and she gave me a soft look, “Feel better ok?” I nodded and turned into my class.

I dropped my books on my desk and slumped down into my seat. I was so hot and a few beads of sweat rolled off my shoulders. I opened my legs a little when no one was looking hoping to feel the cool air against my pussy. Sure enough, I did, and a moan almost escaped me as my body relaxed and I grew wet. I looked down at my desk slightly embarrassed, knowing that no one knew what I was feeling. It made me feel good knowing that I had a dirty secret from the rest of my peers. “Good morning class,” a male voice said. I stopped breathing for a minute. My health teacher is female, I thought. “Please take out your books,” he began. His voice was deep and rich with a sexy tone that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand erect. I glanced up at him. He was tall, about 6’3, with gorgeous blue eyes. He had thick arms packed with protruding muscles and a stomach hard as a rock. He wore a tight white t-shirt that pressed firmly against his six pack of chiseled abs. His hair was jet black and I couldn’t help but notice how soft and pouty his lips were. “I’ll be replacing Ms. Pratt for the rest of the year, she’s in Arizona with her father,” he assured us as we took out our books. I heard some whispers come from behind me, obviously talking about our new teacher.

I felt a bit of protective jealousy rise in me and I turned around and told them to hush. They looked at me shocked and ceased to speak again. “Your assignment is to read and then write a short term paper on what you read,” he finished looking around at the class. As he looked at me he smiled. I felt so foolish, he probably smiled at everyone and my girly crush was telling me what I wanted to hear. I laughed to myself and started reading, but as I did I started to devise a plan. The more I starred at him the more I wanted him, and I mean WANTED him. I was a virgin but I knew I was gonna be a bad little girl my first time. I had such a kinky mind and no one to try it on. I put my book down and walked over to his desk clutching my pencil tightly in my hand. “Can you help me?” I asked shyly. “Sure, what do you need?” he asked in a friendly tone. “I’m not quite sure what’s expected for this particular assignment,” I said, my voice sounding reluctant. I leaned over the desk, my nipples jetting out like razor sharp spears.

He looked down at the paper Ms. Pratt had left to read the instructions and when he went to look back up at me he caught sight of my tits. I knew I had nice tits because I had been told before. They were a large B, close C, and when I got cold or horny you could tell. This is summer, right? So I obviously wasn’t cold. For a minute he just stared at them, and I laughed to myself pulling at my top. His eyes darted up at me and he coughed slightly. “Oh, ummm…I su…suppose you just write about the conflict,” he stammered. We were reading a book about a girl having a secret relationship with a man her family took in. She was only 16 and he was 19. The main character was secretly having sexual relationships with him. I looked at him puzzled. “You mean, the conflict between wanting to have sex with him but the fact that he’s older?” I asked manipulating the pencil between my fingers. He nodded, watching my hand. “I don’t see why that’s a conflict, obviously they want each other and if they fuck she’s not just going to run and tell her parents.” He shrugged coyly and grinned a little. “Ok, I get it,” I replied slowly as the pencil fell from my fingers. I blushed slightly and bent over to get it, only I did it not so discreetly. He tilted back his chair as I bent over and I knew exactly what he was doing.

I stood up slowly letting him get a real nice shot of my tight cunt. I looked over at him. “Thanks,” I smiled with a wink. He knew it, I knew it. A few more days passed and we continued to flirt when no one was looking. It had been a week since he arrived and I sat in my first period waiting anxiously to go to his class. I still had a whole other class period to go before third and it was killing me. I had chosen to wear a pair of my fish net stockings that cut off about mid thigh and attached to my black thong. My skirt was black as well and it fit my ass like a glove. I picked a top that left some mystery…a tube top but it covered me well and I let my long blonde hair flow down my shoulders. Dana leaned over and whispered to me, “We have a test next period, I hope your prepared.” I looked back at her, eyes wide. “No! I’m not prepared, when was this announced?” She looked at me annoyed, “She announced it yesterday, weren’t you listening?” I nodded suddenly feeling sick. The bell rang and I said to Dana, “I need to go to the health office, I’m feeling ill.” She eyed me knowingly and nodded.
I got half way to the health office before I got the greatest idea ever. My health class had what we called a “cubby hole” so students who had to retake a test could go and do so. I decided to go and ask if I could sit in there and study, no harm no foul. I opened the door and walked over to him whispering quietly in his ear. He nodded understandingly and unlocked it for me. I walked in silently and he closed the door behind me, retreating to give instructions to his class. I looked around kind of surprised. There was a teacher desk, a counter, cupboards, another teacher desk, and a TV. I sat down on the desk and studied the walls. The door opened again and he entered looking at me. “Is everything ok?” he asked, “You seemed frantic.” He placed a hand on my bare shoulder making me extremely wet. I decided to play on his sympathy. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’ve just been so stressed and uptight lately…you know?” He nodded and placed his other hand on my other shoulder starting to massage them lightly. I shivered a groaned loud enough for him to hear me. He stopped and hugged me tight. “Don’t worry, just relax,” he whispered. I looked up at him when he pulled away and I started to rub his chest. His arms were still slightly around my waist and I noticed how close I was to him. My height compared to his was a sight. I was only 5’7 and he stood nearly a foot taller.