Hot For Teacher
by C. D. Shannon
R
yan stepped out of his dorm into the brilliant Southern California morning, unseasonably warm for this time of year. February. The 14th. His mood did not match the day's brightness. He hadn't been too broken up when he and Heather ended their relationship over the Christmas break, but they were together through 4 years of High School... he hadn't been dateless on Valentine's Day in a long time.
As he made his way to class, the sun began to break through as he watched the female students enjoy the warmth of the day. Their breakup had been mutual, he reminded himself as he passed an attractive redhead sunning herself on the lawn. God, I love California.
Ryan arrived at his second semester Psychology classroom with the last of the students, and made his way to the rear of the 25 person classroom, sat down, and began to watch for Dr. Reed. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Ryan had a genuine crush on Dr. Reed. At 27, she was the newest and youngest member of the faculty, and had the brains to back up her incredible looks. She'd been credited with doubling the number of new male Psych majors since she'd started the previous Fall.
Dr. Reed entered the room and Ryan caught his breath. On most days, she wore what Ryan would call cute-sexy-casual... a simple shirt or sweater, jeans, and sneakers. Even at that, she'd been the stuff of fantasy, but today was something different. Her normally 5'6" height was augmented by 3" black open-toe heels, out from which sprung her shapely legs draped in dark stockings. His eyes continued up, and slightly less than halfway up her thighs met with the lower hem of a dark gray skirt that hugged her gently swaying hips. The skirt closed in around her waist, where her silk blouse made its appearance, wrapping around her body and pushing out impressively at her breasts. As he looked closer, he could make out the faint pinkish outline of her red bra showing through the white fabric. Her tanned neck escaped gracefully from the neck of her blouse, and her normally straight shoulder length raven black hair was pulled up in a twist behind her head, revealing a pair of silver hoops hanging from her ears. Her normally unadorned face sported subtle red lipstick on her full lips. The only part of her that was unchanged were the thin black rimmed glasses that she wore over her bright green eyes. Clearly, she was not planning on being alone for Valentine's Day.
As class started, Ryan could not take his eyes off of his professor. He normally made an attempt to at least look like he was taking notes, but today all he could do was watch her as she moved around the front of the classroom. She turned to write something on the board, and he watched the subtle curve of her ass protrude from her skirt as her body swiveled around. He began to feel the crotch of his jeans tighten. This is why he sat in the back of the room. He'd lost all control over his member in that classroom. It had annoyed him at first, when it first began in her class in the Fall semester, but he eventually accepted that as the consequence of being forced to look but not touch.
He gazed around the room. Amazingly, none of the other students seemed to have a hard time concentrating. Or maybe they were just better at faking it. He looked back to the front, in time to see Dr. Reed move to her desk and reach, bent over, to grab a stack of papers from the other side of her desk. The silk of her blouse rested lightly against the curve of her lower back as she rested one hand on the desk in support and slightly bent one leg at the knee to aid her balance. He didn't think he'd seen a more perfect ass. She righted herself and began walking around the room, handing out the graded papers.
As she moved around the room, his attention was drawn to her bust, and he began to make out more details of her bra. He had decided that she must be a C-cup, and he re-affirmed that opinion quickly. The red bra did not fully cover her breasts, he only made out its outline to just above where her nipples would lie. Ahead of him, she handed a paper to a female student and then bent over to discuss it with her. He sucked in as he watched the neck of her blouse fall forward. Red lace. And it looked fairly open. God, I love 75 degree weather in February. Global Warming be damned. She stood up, and he stared more intently, trying to make out more details as she moved closer. Immediately, he realized she'd be looking at him to give him his paper any moment, so he looked away and pulled his book over to hide the bulge in his pants. She breezed by him, putting his paper in front of him. He looked at it. He'd gotten an A, but there was a note:"Ryan, please see me after class".
For the rest of the class, he stared at the note. How in the hell was he supposed to take this? Did she think he had cheated? He just passed by last semester, though he was generally a good student... he just had difficulty concentrating in her class. Oh god, had she seen him staring at her? Was she going to suggest he take the class with a different teacher? Was there some sort of student-teacher sexual harassment rule he'd violated? He calmed himself down. All of that seemed a bit drastic for a note to see her after class. Maybe it was a good thing. Maybe she wanted to tell him she really liked his paper. Maybe... maybe she'd seen him staring, and... and she liked it? Heh, a boy can dream...
He began to visualize how their meeting might go. He'd follow well behind her into her office, and by the time he got there she'd be sitting in her chair facing away from the door, which she would instruct him to close. She'd turn around and he'd notice her blouse on her arm rest before she stood up, giving him a much closer study of her red, lacy bra, the open areas through which he would see her nipples peeking, erect. She'd cross over and wordlessly lower his pants and boxers, and gently caress his cock while reaching her hand between her legs to repeat the gentle pressure on herself. She'd slip her skirt off to reveal a thong, or perhaps no underwear at all, lay down on her desk, beckon him to her and...
"Alright, looks like that's our hour. Have a happy Valentine's Day, everyone."
Ryan blinked and looked around as everyone gathered up their things and moved out of the classroom. He began to pack up, but slowly, in an attempt to allow his engorged penis a chance to calm down. His crotch was damp with pre-cum. The room was empty for half a minute before he finally felt semi-comfortable standing up. He walked down the hall to Dr. Reed's office. The door was just slightly ajar. He knocked softly, pushed open the door, and entered.
"Hi, Ryan, have a seat. I'm just responding to a quick email and then we can chat." She spoke with a light quality to her voice, like she was greeting a friend.
He sat down and looked at her. This was the closest he'd been to her for longer than 2 seconds. His heart started beating faster. He still couldn't figure out why she wanted to see him. His thoughts drifted back to his fantasies. He blinked, and saw her standing before him. He blinked again, and saw her lacy red bra with protruding nipples. He shook his head slightly and looked at her as she finished up her email and looked back at him with a friendly smile on her face.
"I wanted to talk to you about your paper, and more generally about the class." She still maintained a pleasant countenance, and Ryan still couldn't ascertain where this was going, but he didn't think she was upset with him. And he was pretty sure she wasn't going to start undressing.
"OK..."
She started in. "Ryan, I think you're a bright guy. You did an excellent job on the paper I just handed back, and you did well on all of the papers last semester too."
So far so good. Ryan blinked again, and saw her kneeling in front of him with his cock in her mouth. His crotch jumped slightly, but it was hidden from her on the other side of the desk. Even so, he adjusted slightly.
"You clearly have a lot of interest in the subject material, and you do good work," she continued. "But you never seem to participate in class, and you don't seem to be putting the same kind of effort into in-class assignments or tests."
He blushed lightly at this. He was putting a lot of effort in during class time... just not on the subject material. "O..K...," he stammered. "I..." He blinked again, and saw her sitting on her desk, naked, two fingers playing over her pussy. He realized that he had a fully achieved erection. His mouth went dry.
"Ryan, please don't think I'm upset with you, I'd just like to try to figure out why you seem to not be utilizing your full potential in class." She paused for a moment, noticing that Ryan seemed to be looking slightly distressed. "I think you could have a lot to offer the class if you made more effort to participate with the other students."
Ryan attempted to swallow. "Dr. Reed..." he croaked. He was fighting back the urge to blink. His eyes began to water. He would have gotten up and ran out if he had been able to hide his raging hard on.
Dr. Reed looked at her student with concern. Clearly, he was struggling. She noticed the open door, and stood to go close it and give them some more privacy.
Ryan watched her stand, his eyes glued to her hips weaving gently as she moved towards the door. With her back to him, her ass swaying along behind her, he gave up and blinked again, and saw her bent over her desk, breasts barely grazing the surface as he took her from behind, a look of intense pleasure on her face. Pre-cum began to ooze from his tip. He looked up as the only means of his escape clicked shut.
She looked at him with a strange smile across her lips. Time for a different tactic. Perhaps she could relax him; it doesn't all have to be business. She sat down in the chair next to him. "So, Ryan, what are your plans for Valentine's Day?"
Ryan blinked in surprise, no images this time. "I... uh, well, I don't have any."
Now it was Dr. Reed's turn to look surprised. Ryan was an athletic guy, not quite 6' tall. He was certainly no stranger to the weight room, and she had joined several of her female students in watching his sculpted ass leave the classroom on more than one occasion. He had a strong chin and a ready smile, and steel blue eyes. His light brown hair was usually slightly unkempt, and completely adorable. There was no shortage of attractive girls in her class, not to mention the rest of the campus. Though he did seem pretty shy. Perhaps that was the whole point.
"Really? I don't have any plans either," she said lightly. "I'll probably just rent a movie, pop some popcorn, and kick in early."
Surprise didn't cover it this time, Ryan was shocked. "You're kidding! But you look..." he blurted, and immediately regretted it. "Um... I just... mean... you're more dressed up.. than normal.. not that... I mean normally...." His face was growing redder as he continued to stammer. "...You just look like you're dressed for something special."
She smiled, and looked at him again, noticing for the first time the awkward position he was sitting in. "Well, it's Valentine's Day. I like Valentine's Day. And besides, you never know what might happen." She widened her smile more, parting her ruby lips and showing a row of perfect white teeth.
His cock was getting very uncomfortable, but he couldn't move with her sitting right their next to him. He looked at her smile, and then looked into her eyes.
When she saw his eyes, she understood. She leaned in closer to him, never taking her eyes off of his. She grazed her finger tips across his knee. "Ryan, I think I know how I can help you to participate more in class."
He started breathing quicker. What's going on? This can't be real. He looked at her hand gently on his leg, and looked at her eyes again. They were different this time. Large and... desiring? Was she putting the moves on him?
"Ryan, will you do me a favor? Will you get up and close the blinds on my window?" She gave him a playful smile, and made sure he noticed when her eyes drifted down to the barely hidden bulge in his jeans while she moved one hand subtly over her right breast.
Ryan's eyes widened. "Dr. Reed!" he barely got the exclamation out. "I.."
"We can leave the blinds open if you like," she hummed, raising an eyebrow, "I doubt anyone can see in here."
He didn't need any more encouragement. He stood, making his erection readily apparent, much to her satisfaction. He walked quickly behind her desk and closed the blinds, heard the door lock, and turned around to find her walking quickly towards him. She got to him and reached one hand up to his head and the other down to rub his crotch.
"Is this why you always sit at the back of the class?"
He grinned boyishly and nodded.
"Well, we'll just have to figure out a way to make sure this guy is worn out so you can use your other brain during my class." With that she pulled him down into a deep kiss, flitting her tongue into his mouth and moving her hip against his member. He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her tightly to him, pulling her slightly off of the ground. She squealed with pleasure.
They kissed hungrily for a moment, and then she pushed away, prompting him to let her go. He obliged, and she led him over to the side of her office where there was a separate desk covered in books. She gave him a wink and nodded towards the desk. In one sweeping motion, Ryan cleared the desk of all clutter, piling all of the books in a heap on the floor. She giggled and hopped lightly onto the desk, sitting facing Ryan as he came towards her. She held out a hand to stop him with a mischievous look.
"Here's the deal. You can touch... but if you want to take something off of me, you have to do it with your teeth."
That gave him pause for a moment. "Dr. Reed?"
She giggled. "Yes, Ryan?"
"Do you value the buttons on your blouse?" He gave a sly smile.
"You have your rules, all else is fair game."
He bent over her and kissed her fully as she turned and lay down on the desk, her right leg angled with her foot planted on the desk, her left leg hanging off of the side. He began kissing down her neck, and ran his tongue down where the skin met the silk fabric. He then moved directly down to her waist, and taking the blouse in his teeth he pulled it gently out of her skirt. He pulled it up slightly and began kissing on her firm belly. She hummed in approval.
Starting at the bottom, he began to bite off the buttons holding her blouse closed one by one, nipping them off and dropping them to the side. As he moved up, he began to see more of the red bra he had been imagining all day. It was definitely revealing. Primarily red lace with some black accents. It clasped in the middle of her breasts, which would make its removal much easier. As he cleared the final button, she sat up slightly, allowing the blouse to slip off of her shoulders, down her arms and onto the desk. Ryan admired her two perfectly shaped breasts beneath the red and black lace, and could easily make out the nipples. They were not yet erect, so he decided they needed some attention.
He leaned over her stomach and moved his tongue up over her belly button, up towards her chest, and reached the clasp between her breasts. He then moved over the lace and began to play his tongue over the covered right nipple, while moving his hand to gently massage her left breast, occasionally focusing on her areola. She hummed again, longer and slower this time. He moved to switch breasts, and noticed that her skirt had shifted up a few inches, revealing that her stockings stopped midway up her thigh, eliciting a pleased exclamation. He moved down to her feet and gently undid the strap on her left shoe with his teeth, which she then kicked off. He began to suck on her toes, and watched as she played with her breasts. He kissed up her leg, intending to get to the top of her stockings and pull it off, but then he noticed something else. They were attached. He saw little red bows on the clips holding the stockings, and garter straps ascending up under her skirt. Those are going to have to stay on. Instead, he moved down and brought her right leg up and began the process again, removing her shoe straps, and kissing up her leg, watching as she began to move her waist in an attempt to get closer to his mouth.
As he reached the top of her right stocking, she put her left foot on his chest and pushed him back. He sat back on the desk while she sat up and moved on top of him. She quickly undid his pants and pulled them down, releasing his member from its confinement, to his great relief. She smiled and hiked her skirt up, revealing a pair of boyshort panties in red and black lace, matching her bra. She straddled him, her pussy separated from his cock by two thin layers of undergarments. She leaned over and pulled his shirt off over his head and leaned down to kiss his sculpted chest as she began to rub his dick between her soaking lips. He felt her wetness begin to seep through and cover his member.
She briefly moved up and placed her chest over his face, allowing him to unclasp her bra, which she removed quickly as she resumed her rubbing. Now free from their confinement, her breasts began swaying with her movements, and he reached up and caressed them lightly. She pushed her chest into his hands and he began to play more vigorously with her now firmly erect nipples. Every time he twisted them, she let out a slight gasp.
Suddenly he grabbed her by the waist and moved her firmly to his left, onto the desk. He slid off and pulled her over to the edge, grabbing her panties in his teeth and pulling them quickly off of her. He kneeled down and licked hungrily at her pussy. She gasped at his forcefulness. He quickly found her clit and moved his tongue deftly around it, eliciting a strong moan from her. As he played with her clit with his tongue, he moved his left hand up to play with her nipples. She began to shake slightly as more sounds of pleasure escaped her lips. She began to grind her pubis into his face. He then moved two fingers from his right hand deep into her pussy. She let out one long moan that rose into muted scream. Her body began to shudder with convulsions of ecstasy. He continued to pleasure her as her orgasm reached its highest intensity.
As her body began to settle, Ryan began to kiss up her belly, but she sat up and immediately pushed him back on top of the pile of books on the floor. She ripped his boxers off and dropped her sopping pussy over his cock, which entered easily. She rode him with an intensity that he had never seen. She pushed and grinded into him as he pushed deeply into her. She was not quiet any longer, she was screaming out with each thrust. Then, simultaneously, they both came, like a tidal wave crashing over both of them. He felt her pussy squeezing every last drop of cum out of his cock. The intensity of the shared experience was in both of their eyes as they felt the waves of pleasure continue on for several minutes more.
Eventually, she eased her pussy off of his cock and they laid there next to each other, on the pile of books.
She looked at him, "Well, Ryan, do you think you'll be able to pay attention in class now?"
"Dr. Reed, I'm not entirely sure this was a good way to get me to stop thinking about you naked."
"Well, I guess we'll just have to try again, then, won't we?"
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