It’s another hot night here and my bottle of Zinfandel is nearly empty. There are sheets of literature essays on my dining table that need to be marked, all because I couldn’t be asked to complete them after I left the desk in my classroom.
I could be out right now, I could be enjoying dinner at that cute little French restaurant up my road, I could have a man licking up the juices from my pussy on my bed if I wanted to.
Being a college teacher is tough, especially when I have to instruct young 17-18 year old kids who think they already know much about the world and stick their noses up in the air. I try to teach them Shakespeare but all they want to learn are the contexts that are embedded in the ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ franchise; they probably have more of a sex life than me.
A thirst that needs quenching
That doesn’t mean that my thriving libido is lower than theirs, I too dream of a striking, handsome male to come ravish me in the bedroom with my legs wrapping around his torso as he thrusts his pulsating cock inside me. I too imagine the feel of his fingers playing with my throbbing clit as he licks the sweat off my nipples, the way he grabs onto my hair like a leash and the way he bites my neck to leave marks to make me know that I am his.
These are the filthy thoughts I imagine as I fuck myself with my dildo and cry out as my juices spray onto my bed sheets.
However, that dream is nothing but far away from reality. The fact of the matter is that everyday I come home exhausted from being surrounded by old children and grab myself a bottle of red wine every night as a substitute to my thriving urge for cock. I do wish that someone would drive their dick down my throat.
First Interaction
Another day has come where my schedule was to get the students to work on their mock essays. The class sit themselves down at their desks but I noticed there is one more extra person in the room.
There is a boy, dark hair and brown eyes like praline. His skin looks like he has been kissed by the sun, very well toned; he must work out with those bulging muscles. Last but not least his sense of fashion was decent, casual but not lazy like the rest of these sheep who follow the ‘latest trend’.
He introduces himself to me.
“Hi, Miss Wade, I’m a new transfer to your class.”
“You can call me Miranda, we’re not in school anymore.”
I joke to him, but that may have been too much of a cynical approach.
“Ah, of course Miranda.”
He chuckles.
“My name is Julian, I’ve requested a transfer to your class…from Richard’s.”
“Oh?”
I become confused with his statement…why would he change classes with Richard? He’s just as much of a good teacher as I am…but I want to get on with class so I can return home to another bottle of Zinfandel that I bought the other day.
“Well are you up to date with completing your mock essay on your chosen subject?”
“I am Miss- I mean Miranda.”
“Right, well you can carry on with that for the time being. I’ll say the same for the rest of you.”
I turn my head to everyone in the vicinity. A group of blonde girls in one corner of the room begin to whisper to one another, giggling like they’re 8 years old again while discreetly pointing at Julian. My voice turns cold as I click my fingers at them.
“This isn’t a gossip room girls, get on with work.”
They glare back at me with resentment but I don’t care. I go back to my desk when the class take out their pen and papers, after getting back marking leftover essays I spotted Julian staring at me. I feel like his eyes can see through my shirt and bra.
I have a confession to make, Miss…
He’s only been in my class for a couple of weeks and more than 10 times I’ve been catching him staring at me. Is there something that he wants to say to me? Or to get off his chest? I ask him to stay behind one lesson since the period after was lunch, it’s the opportune moment to confront him.
“Is there something you want to discuss with me?”
“I-I don’t understand, Miss.”
He sounds so innocent when he stutters, it’s quite cute and attractive actually.
“Since you’ve turned up in my class, you’ve been staring at me numerous times…why?”
I see his cheeks beginning to fluster and blush a little. Julian lifts himself up from his seat to close the door shut. Does he have something he wants to confess?
“Miranda, there’s a reason why I wanted to transfer to your class.”
Finally I’m going to get the answer I’ve been dying to know since he’s joined my lessons.
“I don’t think Richard is a bad teacher, but I just can’t keep myself away from you any longer.”
I begin to stare at him in confusion.
Ever since I’ve started college here and see you walking along the hallways to your classes, I can’t help but think of how sexy you are. I was 17 and I didn’t want to risk anything, so I went to Richard’s lessons instead. But now, I feel ready. I can’t help my feelings for you Miranda. I want to be with you. I-I want to be in you…”
“Stop, Julian.”
But I don’t want to stop.
“Can you leave my classroom please?”
I see his face drop as if a bomb just imploded on his whole fantasy. He grabs his rucksack and closes the door behind him gently. I sigh as I return back to my desk, I want to get back to work, but my panties are dripping with my juices in between my legs. Fuck. I need to touch myself.
Locked in the Library
Julian and his words have been in my all day, I couldn’t even concentrate talking properly in my other classes. What’s slightly worrying and yet arousing is the thought of him bending me over one of the student’s desks, trailing his hands from my ankles to the inside of my thighs, ripping away my tights and panties, pushing my legs apart with his feet and thrust his bulging shaft into my moist pussy while I still try to talk to my students.
It’s after 5 pm, I should be on my way back home but one of the librarians have asked me to lock up the facility tonight. The other students start to leave the library and I suspire out of relief but misfortune at the same time at the thought of missing out on seeing Julian before he leaves. Will he change classes again? Will he even consider dropping the subject? I wish I didn’t reply back so callously.
But there he is, staring at me from a table next to the poetry section.
There is nobody else left in the library. Just me and him.
I gaze at him before I make my way into the librarian’s office. I drop my papers off on the table and as I turn around, he was right behind me. He locks the office door and grabs my face and pushes a kiss onto my lips. His mouth is soft like velvet and he raced his hands down to my waist as he enters his tongue into my mouth.
I can feel his hard on pressing against my clit as he pushes me down on my back on the table. I wish I am wearing something more appealing, a long brown skirt with a black blouse isn’t the most attractive thing to year for an 18 year old stud.
Julian tears open my blouse, letting the buttons drop onto the floor and pull down my bra to expose my tender breasts. He’s too quick to let me moan or gasp, young men must have a lot of energy these days. His tongue slides all over my tits and I try to bite my tongue to stop myself from being heard, not that anyone would want to come into the library at this time in the evening.
He’s breathing heavily as I watch him unbutton his shirt and lift away his vest to unmask his perfectly chiselled chest. Looking at his abs just makes me want to lick all over it before sucking his cock hard.
I spread my thighs apart as he undresses himself to show me his majestic manhood, he glides back on top of me before entering inside my hole.
“You’re quite horny for your age, aren’t you?”
Julian whispers cheekily in my ear. I’m too distracted by the feel of his tip to reply back.
He pulls my panties to one side and teases me slowly, rubbing his cock up and down my wet slit before driving his whole length inside me with full force. I bite my lip hard to not scream. Julian continues with his course by thrusting me hard and rough against the desk. The papers are flying everywhere as the he let the animal inside him ravage me.
With every breath I utter the words:
“More…more…more…more!”
“You want more, huh?”
He lifts my legs over onto his shoulders and placed his left hand pinching my right nippled, and the fingers on his right hand toying with my asshole. But before then he takes one of my hands and place it on my clit.
“Do it. Cum for me.” Julian growls, and I proceed.
All of my erogenous zones are getting stimulated with his fingers and throbbing dick fucking harder and faster with every thrust. I’m getting close, very close. The volume in my voice escalates louder and louder as I rub my clit rigidly.
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
I almost scream out as I felt the fluid from my pussy soak Julian’s cock. He pulls himself out and rubs his member before explodes his load all over my chest and breasts, with some it hitting my cheek.
We both stutter a little to catch our breaths and wipe away the sweat from our bodies. I wipe away his cum and begin to dress myself again as Julian did the same. He walks back over to me and places a ripped piece of paper on the desk.
“This is just the beginning, I want to get to know you.” He softly kisses my other cheek before rushing out from the office. While I still try to catch my breath I had a look at what is written on the paper. It’s his number.
It’s another hot night here and my bottle of Zinfandel is still quite full. I lie on my sofa in my silk night dress revealing my busting tits and curvaceous hips with my phone and his number. That fuck in the library office was amazing, I can’t get it out of my head, but I am still apprehensive to embark on this new sexual relationship with a man 17 years my junior.
I look at my wine bottle sitting on the counter top, it doesn’t look like a single drop has been drunk from there. I pick up my phone again and type in the number to call him. A ringing sound occurs before he picks up.
“Hello?”
“This is Miranda…can you come over to my place?”
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