The Teacher

"Hey, Bobby," I said, trying to sound casual.

"Hey," he replied, looking a little surprised.

"I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime," I said, trying not to sound too eager.

"Sure, that sounds cool," he said, smiling.

We exchanged numbers and made plans to meet up later that week. As I walked away, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. Maybe Cathy was right - maybe Bobby was the one I had been waiting for all along.

My heart raced as she spoke of Bobby's impressive size. The thought of it made me feel a mix of desire and envy. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with someone so well-endowed.

"How big is big?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled mischievously. "He's not entirely sure, but he claims Bobby is one of the most well-hung boys in the seventh grade. Maybe even the second biggest."

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Who was this other boy with an even bigger member? But my thoughts quickly returned to Bobby and his impressive size.

"He's blown the boy with the biggest one," she continued, "and he said it was this thick." She held her fingers apart, indicating a size that made my eyes widen.

I couldn't believe it. Everyone in this school seemed to be getting laid except for me. And here was Bobby, with a size that made me feel both intimidated and aroused.

"Who is this boy?" I asked eagerly.

"He won't say," she replied. "He's afraid we'll try to steal his conquest. But he did say that Bobby's size is almost as impressive as the other boy's. He'd love to see it at full size himself."

My mind raced with possibilities. What would it be like to be with someone like Bobby? Would I be able to handle his size? The thought of finding out made my heart race and my body tingle with anticipation.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of delight upon hearing this news, even though I understood that appearances in the locker room didn't always reflect reality. To truly grasp the truth, one must seek the perspective of a woman, someone who had laid eyes upon Bobby's manhood. Alas, such a witness had yet to emerge.

A mischievous smile danced upon my lips as I remarked, "We find ourselves conversing like a pair of seductive sirens."

"We are indeed a pair of seductive sirens," you replied, your voice laced with a hint of playful desire.

Memories flooded my mind, transporting me back to a time when I was the first girl in my class to embrace the allure of a genuine brassiere. The seventh-grade boys whispered fervently about me then, just as we now find ourselves discussing them. At the tender age of eighteen, I blossomed into a B-cup, and even grown men couldn't resist casting their amorous gazes upon me.

A gentle chuckle escaped your lips as you observed, "You've certainly emerged from those experiences unscathed."

As we sat there, sipping our drinks, she opened up to me about some of the most traumatic moments of her life. Her voice was soft and vulnerable, and I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of protectiveness towards her.

"Did I ever tell you about my senior prom?" she asked, her eyes downcast.

I shook my head, urging her to continue.

"I wore a really low cut gown, and when I came downstairs my mother said, 'Oh, I didn't know the senior class was going to see the Grand Canyon!' Right in front of my father and my date! I could have died."

My heart ached for her, and I reached out to take her hand. "God, that's terrible," I murmured.

She looked up at me, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "The worst was in the eighth grade," she continued. "There were these boys who used to kid me about wearing falsies. And we were playing this game where you have to do a dare or take a forfeit, and one time they dared me to prove I wasn't wearing falsies. I said no way, and they decided my forfeit was that they would all get to feel me for 10 seconds. And I started to walk away, and one of the boys grabbed me and pinned my arms back and they all took turns feeling me."

I felt a surge of anger and protectiveness towards her. "Jesus," I muttered, my hand tightening around hers.

She looked up at me, her eyes searching mine. "I've never told anyone that before," she whispered.

I leaned in closer to her, my voice low and husky. "You don't have to keep anything from me," I murmured. "I'm here for you, always."

The intriguing aspect is, I must confess, I found myself rather enthralled by the experience. A delightful sensation coursed through me, causing a moistness to gather between my tender thighs. They released me, their hands having explored every inch, and I hurriedly made my way home, tears streaming down my face. Yet, hidden beneath my sorrow, a secret ember of exhilaration burned brightly within me.

Oh, how I have often pondered the sensation of possessing such ample endowments as yours. The allure of their grandeur has forever captivated my imagination.

Your bosom, my dear, has always held a captivating allure. Its firmness and exquisite shape have never ceased to mesmerize me. You are truly blessed.

The beauty of your breasts lies in their perky nature, allowing you to forgo the confinement of a bra. Oh, how I envy that freedom. If only they were a tad larger in size, my desires would be fulfilled.

As I made my way back to school, my thoughts wandered to a more sensual realm. My mind fixated on the allure of my breasts, their captivating presence impossible to ignore. When I gazed upon my reflection in the mirror, they appeared voluptuous, tender, and perfectly round. Their shape was a testament to their beauty, flawlessly contoured and irresistibly smooth. I couldn't help but wonder, would Bobby appreciate them as much as I did when he laid eyes on me in my most vulnerable state?

Admittedly, a hint of insecurity lingered within me. Like any woman, the moment I shed my garments, a sense of exposure washed over me. Yet, my breasts possessed a certain allure, their size ample enough to captivate any man's attention. Countless compliments from previous lovers reassured me of their desirability, instilling a sense of confidence that Bobby would relish the opportunity to caress them. And perhaps, I would be his first, his maiden voyage into the realm of a woman's nakedness, an intimate encounter he had yet to experience.

The question loomed in my mind, teasing and tempting me. Should I proceed with this tantalizing possibility? Though I never consciously made a decision, fate seemed to guide me towards a path of exploration. It was after class, as the day drew to a close, that I found myself cornering Bobby, my heart pounding with anticipation. The pretext of discussing an overdue assignment, which he had promised to submit on Friday, provided the perfect opportunity to engage him in conversation. With a gentle smile, he apologized for his negligence and humbly requested an extension, unknowingly setting the stage for a more intimate connection to unfold.

"Perhaps I could lend you a hand with that," I purred, my voice low and sultry. "If it would make things easier for you, of course." I leaned in closer, my eyes locking onto his, and I could feel the heat between us growing.

He swallowed hard, his eyes flickering with desire. "I-I'd like that," he stammered, clearly unable to resist my advances.

"Good," I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear. "Why don't you show me what you've got? I'll go over it with you, and we can see where we can make some improvements."

He nodded eagerly, and I could tell he was already imagining the possibilities of being alone with me. "When are you free?" I asked, my fingers tracing lightly over his arm.

"Second period," he replied, his breath hitching as my touch sent shivers down his spine.

"Mmm, that won't work for me," I murmured, my lips grazing his neck. "But how about after school tomorrow? You can stay behind and bring your project, and I'll be here waiting for you after the last class."

He nodded again, his eyes dark with desire. "I'll be here," he promised, and I knew that our time together was going to be unforgettable.

The next morning, I woke up with a burning desire to look my best. I took my time washing my hair, letting the warm water cascade down my body, imagining it was the touch of a lover. I applied my makeup with care, accentuating my eyes and lips, making them look irresistible.

I chose a little black dress that hugged my curves in all the right places. The scoop neck and low-cut semi-pushup bra made my ample bosom spill out, teasingly. I knew I looked like a goddess, and I felt it too.

As I walked into school, I could feel the eyes of every man on me. I felt powerful, in control. The light sweater I wore over my dress was a tease, covering me up just enough to make them want more.

The day was long, but I didn't mind. I loved the attention I was getting. I could feel the sweat on my skin, but it only added to my allure. I unbuttoned my sweater, revealing more of my cleavage, and I could see the men around me struggling to keep their eyes off me.

Bobby, in particular, caught my eye. I could feel his gaze on me, and it made me shiver with anticipation. I avoided calling on him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he affected me. But I couldn't resist stealing glances at him, imagining what it would be like to be with him.

As the class ended, I turned my back to him, not wanting to interact with him. But I could feel his presence behind me, and I knew that this was only the beginning of our erotic dance.

And as the final bell rang, signaling the end of the day, the classroom emptied, leaving only him and me in its intimate embrace.

A bead of sweat trickled down my forehead, a testament to the heat that enveloped us. With a seductive grace, I slipped off my sweater, revealing a hint of the allure that lay beneath.

"Isn't it rather warm in here?" I purred, my voice laced with a subtle invitation. "They always seem to forget about the air conditioner once the school day ends."

His reaction was everything I had anticipated, his eyes widening in anticipation as they fixated upon the tantalizing expanse of my décolletage. A delicate mist of perfume lingered in the air, its intoxicating scent mingling with the warmth emanating from my bosom. I wondered if he could detect the heady aroma, a subtle invitation to explore the depths of my desires.

His gaze remained locked upon my bosom, where my nipples, emboldened by the electric tension between us, stood erect like twin pencil erasers. I made no attempt to conceal them, for I yearned to expose my desires without reservation. Inhaling deeply, I arched my back ever so slightly, accentuating the curves that beckoned him closer. A mischievous smile played upon my lips, concealing the uncertainty that danced within me. His expression, a captivating enigma, left me yearning to decipher the secrets hidden behind his gaze.

Cathy's little gay friend, whoever he was, had been right about Bobby. I couldn't help but compare him to the other boys in the classroom, and his bulge was bigger. It was bigger when he was relaxed, and bigger still when he was hard...and it was getting very hard.

My body was on fire, but we were in a classroom with at least a hundred people still in the building. Anyone could walk in on us for any reason at all. I cleared my throat, trying to ignore the heat between us, and addressed Bobby as a teacher to a student. We sat down, not touching, not sending smoldering glances back and forth (as if he would be so bold! the shy kid) and went over the assignment for an hour, then another twenty minutes.

Bobby was starting to look pretty peaked, and I knew very few people would be left to see us leave together. I offered him a ride home, and he accepted. My heart was pounding against my rib cage as we walked out to my car and drove away.

The tension between us was palpable, and I couldn't resist stealing glances at him as we drove. His eyes were fixed on the road, but I could tell he felt it too. The chemistry was undeniable.

When we arrived at his house, I couldn't resist any longer. I leaned in and kissed him, my hands running through his hair. He responded eagerly, his hands exploring my body. We were lost in each other, the heat between us building with every passing moment.

As we pulled away, breathless and wanting more, I knew that this was just the beginning of something incredible. Bobby had awakened a passion in me that I never knew existed, and I couldn't wait to explore it further.

"You know," I whispered seductively, my voice dripping with desire, "I've got a book that might just be the key to unlocking your deepest desires." The words lingered in the air, heavy with anticipation.

His eyes met mine, a flicker of curiosity dancing within them. "At your house?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

I nodded, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. "Yes, my love. We could take a detour, a tantalizing detour, and retrieve it on our way." My voice, like a velvet caress, sounded distant and unfamiliar to my own ears. It was as if a seductress had taken control of my very being.

Without hesitation, he agreed, his voice barely a whisper. "Sure."

The car glided through the night, the silence between us thick with unspoken desires. Every glance, every touch, was laden with a magnetic pull, drawing us closer together. The anticipation was palpable, electrifying the air.

Finally, we arrived at my sanctuary, my home. The garage door closed behind us, shielding our secret rendezvous from prying eyes. I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the remote control nestled in my glovebox, a discreet accomplice to our forbidden tryst.

As we stepped out of the car, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us in this clandestine haven. I justified our presence here, knowing that I did indeed possess a book that he could use for his assignment. Yes, he was my student, and yes, I had crossed the boundaries of the teachers' code, but societal rules held no power over the intoxicating connection we shared.

In this realm of passion and longing, it was clear that those rules were merely a facade, designed to keep the flames of desire at bay. They were meant to protect the male teachers from the allure of the more advanced girls, but they couldn't contain the raw magnetism that pulsed between us.

As I led him through the threshold of my home, the air crackled with anticipation. The book, a mere pretext, was forgotten as our bodies gravitated towards each other, drawn together by an irresistible force. In this moment, rules and consequences were but distant echoes, drowned out by the symphony of our hearts beating as one.

We ascended the steps, our bodies entwined in a dance of anticipation, and crossed the threshold into my sanctuary. As I retrieved the book, a surge of desire coursed through me, urging me to take a bold step forward.

"Would you care for something refreshingly cool?" I whispered, my voice laced with a seductive undertone.

His response was a resounding affirmation, and together we ventured towards the refrigerator, our bodies magnetically drawn to one another. Standing side by side, our eyes locked in a passionate gaze, I couldn't help but suggest, "Shall I prepare a delectable sandwich? The hunger within me grows, and I yearn to satiate it."

His agreement was met with a surge of excitement, and I skillfully crafted our culinary delights. As we indulged in our feast, our conversation danced between the realms of triviality and flirtation, each word a subtle brushstroke on the canvas of our desires. Yet, amidst the playful banter, my mind was consumed by a singular thought - how could I unravel the secrets concealed beneath his garments?

"If time is of no essence to you, perhaps you could peruse the pages of this book while I retire momentarily... This confining dress, it begs to be shed," I murmured, my voice dripping with a tantalizing promise.

Doubt crept into my mind, whispering that this ruse was futile, a mere facade to prolong the inevitable. Yet, in that moment, I was willing to grasp at any opportunity, no matter how fleeting, to unravel the mysteries that lay beneath his clothing.

I struggled with the zipper on my dress, my fingers fumbling over the metal teeth. It was a battle I was losing, until I finally gave up and sought out his help. As I entered the kitchen, I could feel his eyes on me, taking in my every curve.

"Could you help me with this?" I asked, turning to face him.

His hands were rough and calloused, but they were also gentle as they brushed against my skin. I shivered at his touch, feeling my body come alive under his fingertips. He worked the zipper free, his breath hot against my neck as he leaned in closer.

With a flick of his wrist, the zipper came undone, revealing the smooth expanse of my back. I could feel his gaze on me, taking in every inch of my exposed skin. It was a heady feeling, knowing that he was looking at me with such desire.

As the zipper reached the top of my butt, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. I knew he could see the top of my panties, and the thought of him seeing me like this made my heart race. They say the small of a woman's back is her sexiest erogenous zone, and I couldn't help but hope that it was true. After all, it was all I was showing him.

I delicately lowered the dress, allowing my bare shoulders to be revealed. A contented sigh escaped my lips as I expressed my gratitude, showering him with compliments about his strong hands, even though it was a mere fabrication. But such words were what men desired to hear. With my back turned, I couldn't catch a glimpse of his expression, so I gracefully pivoted, clutching the dress against my body. Paradoxically, this maneuver concealed more of my cleavage, yet it exuded an undeniable allure. A mischievous smile played upon my lips as I locked eyes with him, witnessing a momentary daze in his gaze. However, he reciprocated, steadfastly maintaining eye contact, creating an intoxicating connection that lingered for an eternity.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice laced with desire.

"I'll return shortly," I whispered, my voice dripping with anticipation, before gracefully departing, swaying my hips with each step. I knew his eyes were fixated on me, admiring the curvature of my derrière, the seductive sway of my hips, and the cascading chestnut locks that framed my face. I yearned for the effect I had on him, hoping that his desire would once again ignite.

When I desired, I possessed the power to tease.

I sauntered back to my private sanctuary, my heart pounding with anticipation. The mere thought of what transpired earlier sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't resist the urge to prepare the bed, to create an inviting haven for the passion that was about to unfold. But then, a sudden realization struck me like a bolt of lightning. No, not yet. I hadn't fully explored the depths of his desires, nor had I witnessed his reaction to my tantalizing display. That one look he bestowed upon me spoke volumes, revealing that he saw beyond the facade of a mere educator. In his eyes, I was a woman, a seductress, and he yearned for me to perceive him as a man, a lover.

With a deliberate intention, I slipped out of my confining garments, shedding the layers that concealed my true essence. In their place, I adorned myself with a pair of enticing shorts, hugging my curves with a provocative embrace. The bra I chose was a mere illusion, a delicate whisper of lace that offered no support, leaving my ample bosom free to entice and captivate. And the sport shirt, oh, how it clung to my every contour, a size too small, accentuating my femininity in the most alluring manner. It was a garment that left nothing to the imagination, for even in moments of repose, my hardened nipples were unmistakably visible, a testament to the desire that coursed through my veins.