tagFirst TimeHow I Became a Slut Ch. 01

How I Became a Slut Ch. 01

bysophiewilliams©

All persons in this story are 18 years of age and older.

My first lover was my English teacher, Mr Brown, and when I first met him he made me weak at the knees, not with excitement but with fear. When he entered the classroom he had such a presence that every student would immediately become silent.

He was a tall muscular man with wavy dark hair, handsome and always immaculately dressed. He was serious, professional and demanding, expecting nothing less than one hundred percent from his class. But I guess he allowed his guard to drop sometimes near me which I didn't notice at first. In fact it was awhile before I realised that he spent more time around my desk than anyone else's.

He never allowed idle chit chat in the classroom and many students found him to be unapproachable when it came to polite small talk. So it was a great surprise to me when he started greeting me around the school. It was only then that I saw something in him, a softer side or even possibly an attractive side.

He was so professional and well respected in the school that it was hard to believe he was only thirty and not forty. I began to wonder about him. What did he do outside of school? Was he married? He had no ring on his finger, so maybe he had a girlfriend?

At the time my parents were going through a messy divorce and I was living with my mother. She was working all the hours in the local shopping mall and after school I would clean the house and cook dinner. With all these things going on at home it was probably no wonder that I enjoyed school so much and looked forward to seeing Mr Brown.

The mystery I had created in my head of Mr Brown heightened his appeal to me, as did our regular greetings, but it wasn't until my six month school report that he really took hold of me.

Due to the circumstances at home Mr Brown knew neither of my parents would be attending. To be honest I think I was glad because it gave me the chance to spend some time with him alone. I'm not quite sure what I was expecting to happen but none the less I was rather excited, and nervous.

I walked into the empty classroom and sat in the chair in front of his desk. We briefly chatted about my start to my final year and he remarked on how impressed he was with my work. He told me I had a great future ahead of me and he expected excellent exam results. I felt the heat in my cheeks as I blushed at his compliments and stared into his eyes when he spoke. As I watched the words coming out of his mouth I noticed his lips which looked soft and gentle. Instead of listening I found myself imagining him kissing me.

My face suddenly felt hotter and I was certain he had noticed as he stood up and walked around his desk towards me. He sat on the desk in front of me and we were so close that our legs were almost touching.

"I'm thinking about starting up a school magazine," he said, "would you be interested in helping me, Sophie?"

"What ... me!" I exclaimed.

"Yes," he replied, "I think you would help make it a great success and the extra work will help towards your course work results."

I was pleased and my nerves disappeared as he was being kind and helpful, not serious and frightening. He explained how he wanted to run the magazine, what it entailed and what he was hoping to achieve by doing it. I imagined my popularity in the school, my own column and some fairytale time with Mr Brown.

"So are you up for it?" he asked, putting his hand out to shake. "Yes," I beamed, "I would love to." "We will make a great team, Sophie." He smiled with his hand stretched out. I accepted his hand and we shook on it. His hand felt warm and soft and when our hands parted I thought he stroked mine gently.

At that precise moment I knew I fancied my English teacher.

I worked on the magazine with Mr Brown, much to my mother's annoyance as she moaned about the house not being clean. I would stay behind after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays and I noticed how different Mr Brown was. He told me to call him David and we chatted mostly about things outside of school. I felt like we were getting to know one another and my crush grew stronger.

In the first few weeks the school magazine proved to be a major success. It contained details on up and coming events, tips for teens, sports events and general school information. It had everything and I felt like a young Carrie Bradshaw, but without the sex.

Then one day may life was to change forever when Mr Brown asked me if I would give up a Saturday to help complete a special edition of the magazine. He had received lots of photographs from different education departments and wanted help selected the right ones as he was under pressure to show off the students work. I readily agreed, but then he became a little weary when he told me it would have to be at a hotel because he didn't want neighbours seeing students at his home. I had no reason to doubt him so I agreed to help him out.

He told me not to tell anyone and to meet him at midday at a certain hotel in the city. My train arrived a little early and not wanting to bother him with text messages I went for a cup of coffee. It was a beautiful morning with clear blue skies and not too cold for early winter, so after ordering my drink I sat down outside and lit a cigarette.

At first my gaze was fixed on the weekend shoppers dashing this way and that as I wished I had the money to be doing the same, but then I noticed an older guy probably in his fifties watching me from another table. He seemed to be alone and I felt him looking at me before I turned to him.

"Fine morning isn't it?" he politely smiled. "Yes," I replied, before sipping my hot coffee. "Mind if I join you?" he asked and without waiting for my reply he stood up and came to my table. Moments like this I wished I could be a little less polite as I said, "sure."

As we talked he told me he was a photographer and that he was actually on his way to a big photo shoot in the city. He apologised for being so forward but explained that his agency was constantly on the lookout for new girls and with time being so short he couldn't afford to "miss the opportunity when he spotted raw talent". I laughed but felt very flattered that he would consider me pretty enough to model. And once I had gotten over the shock of what he was suggesting I became interested in his line of work, so much so that I nearly forgot about my meeting with Mr Brown.

I finished my coffee and apologised for having to leave so abruptly, but before we parted he assured me it was perfectly fine and handed me his card.

When I arrived at the hotel a few moments later I spoke to the receptionist and she directed me to the third floor. As I made my way to the lift and the third floor I realised I was still holding the photographers card. I smiled as I read his name on the card, Pete Thomas, and then put it in my bag. I didn't really believe at the time that I would actually call him but I kept his card just in case.

Standing outside the room I checked my watch and it was 12.20pm. I knocked the door and David called for me to come in. I entered the room and he was standing with his back to me as he looked out of the window overlooking the city centre.

"David?" I said. "Hello, Sophie," he replied, "come in and make yourself comfortable." I closed the door behind me and removed my coat. "A glass of wine?" he offered, opening the bottle of white I had failed to notice when I entered. "It's a little early don't you think?" I chuckled, "What about these photos for the school magazine?" "Oh, that can wait, come and have a glass with me and relax." He smiled.

One glass of wine was quickly followed by another and before I knew it I had become relaxed, possibly too relaxed. We made or rather he made no attempt to start the magazine, instead we drank and talked, not about school or the magazine but about life and future plans. It felt wonderful and very adult like as we discussed things that we both shared views on.

"Are we actually going to do any work, David?" I giggled, suddenly aware of my tipsy state. "Or are you just going to get me drunk?" We both chuckled before he looked at me seriously and held my hand. "I think I'd like to get you drunk, Sophie." Again we chuckled but he didn't let go of my hand. "You're so beautiful , Sophie," he whispered, "Your hair, the way you smile, your body and even your soft hands, everything about you is so wonderfully beautiful." I blushed at his words as I felt my heart begin to flutter. As he held my hand and stroked it with his fingers I wanted to cry. Nobody had said such nice things to me before and it caught me by surprise.

"Don't be nervous, Sophie, I'm not going to hurt you." He said softly.

He then led me to the end of the bed and sat us both down. Our legs were touching and he kept holding my hands. I wanted him to hold my hand forever. I looked into his eyes and then at his mouth, and then he leant in to kiss me. My heart pounded and my body began to shake as our lips touched. His tongue gently pushed inside my mouth and I closed my eyes as our bodies edged a little closer.

I was so nervous. Nervous because I had never felt this way before. I didn't want the kiss to end nor did I want him to let me go, but how far would he want to go?

Breaking the kiss he stood up and took my hands pulling me up from the bed before he began to kiss me again. The kiss was so soft and gentle it made me want him even more. "I want you to trust me, Sophie." He whispered softly.

Taking the lead he took my top firmly in his hands and lifted it up and over my head revealing my white lace bra. It was funny that I had worn it to feel sexy yet I wasn't planning on him actually seeing it.

Suddenly realising how far he wanted to go I gasped as he dropped his trousers to the floor and undid my bra strap. "Oh, Sophie," he groaned, "you have no idea how long I've waited for this moment." He cupped my breasts softly, carefully caressing them as he finally got his wish.

I looked down at my breasts and watched as he played with them. His hands were warm and softer than the other boys who had held them before. As I continued to look down I noticed his cock, rock hard, trying to poke its way through his boxers like a tent pole. And as if it were the most natural thing in world for me to do, I slipped my hand inside his boxers and held his cock.

Then, as I began to stroke his cock he quickly undid the buttons on my jeans and slid his hand into my pants. "Oh, Sophie, your soaking." He gasped, before kissing me harder than before.

After a few minutes of groping each other he led me down on the bed and removed the remainder of our clothes. I watched as he stood back admiring every curve of my body. I was still nervous, but I also felt ready, ready to give myself to him.

He slipped his hand between my legs and they fell open for him, letting him feel around my inner thighs as he gently brushed past my pussy. Each time he brushed past it he would push a little harder, teasing me as his fingers skimmed my swollen lips. He then began to rub my clit, gently at first then hard, harder than I had even done to myself.

Whilst I had allowed a few ex-boyfriends to finger me before, none of them had turned me on this much. In fact I don't think I had ever turned myself on this much.

His fingers slid up and down my wet lips as he rubbed my clit. Then my back arched slightly as he slid his finger inside me, in and out quickly, teasing me to the point of orgasm. My body was aching as I lay there letting him finger me. I needed more.

Finally we looked into each other's eyes and without saying a word he slid his body on top of mine as I spread my legs for him. I was moaning gently and smiling. This was it. I was about to experience sex for the first time. His hands once again cupped my breasts. He massaged them, holding them firm in his grip and I felt loved.

As I readied myself to be penetrated for the first time, David let go of my breasts and took a condom from his wallet. Intrigued I watched as he tore the foil wrapper and removed the slippery rubber. He looked down at me and smiled as I watched him roll the condom over the length of his cock.

I don't know why I said it because I was happy he had chosen to wear a condom but I heard myself softly saying, "I'm on the pill." His response was to smile and gently kiss my lips as he slid between my legs.

Despite my excitement I was shaking as he nudged his cock up against my entrance. After rubbing his cock up and down my lips he slid the tip of his cock inside me with ease and my head tilted backwards in pleasure. But when his cock pushed against my hymen I let out a sound, it was more a groan of pain than enjoyment and he quickly withdrew. "Shit!" he exclaimed in shock, "Sophie, are you still a ..." I nodded shyly as if I had done something wrong. "Are sure you want to do this?" he asked sounding concerned. "I've never been more sure of anything in life." I replied.

He looked at me and without saying anything he removed the condom and guided his cock back inside me. Once more he slid inside with ease, but this time when he met resistance he held me tight and kissed me as he pushed through my hymen. I felt a sharp pain that forced me to squeal as he kissed me, but then the pain was quickly replaced with a tingling sensation as he pulled back and slid inside again and again.

His first few strokes were gentle and I couldn't help but moan and writher beneath him. Gradually I realised his thrusts were becoming harder, pushing my body deeper into the bed. My moans turned to whimpers and they got louder and louder as he continued to push deeper and harder. He then took my face in one of his hands and caressed it gently as he began to kiss me again.

It felt amazing, truly out of this world as he continued to caress, kiss and thrust inside me.

As I felt my first orgasm approaching he once again became harder and more forceful. I began gasping for air as the heat in my body intensified and I was struggling to keep my eyes open as his free hand grabbed my hair and roughly pulled my head back further.

Was every girls first time this intense? Judging by the horror stories I heard at school probably not.

Letting go of my face and hair he moved himself onto his knees lifting my legs up around his waist as he grabbed my breasts. He squeezed hard digging his fingers into my flesh as he started to slide into me with slow, deep but hard strokes. We both moaned with pleasure, unable to hold back any longer as I too dug my fingers into his flesh. I squeezed him tight, my body shuddered and I came ... It was the most intense feeling I had ever experienced.

My body took over as I lost all control and then I felt him thrust one last time before he held himself deep inside me. I felt so full suddenly realising how much he had stretched me as he grunted and filled my womb for the first time with cum.

We lay together naked under the bed covers as he gently stroked my skin. I felt warm and safe, satisfied and happy. I was in love.

Sadly I had to go home so we didn't even get to spend the night together. I was gutted but also excited at the prospect of maybe one day getting my wish. The way he held and spoke to me before I left him told me that this wouldn't be a one off.

However, I would soon find out just how wrong I was!

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