[F]inally fucking [m]y teacher after 4 years of wanting him. | 2016

It all started when I was a freshman in high school. I was new to the school, and I decided to join theatre to make some friends. I was a little worried about theatre living up to the stereotypes of being filled with dorks and losers, but it actually seemed like a lot of the cool kids were involved at this school, and I'd heard the director was awesome. So, I took the plunge and auditioned.

I got into the show, ended up loving it, and stayed involved all four years of high school. I loved the people, I loved performing, and I LOVED the director, Davis. When I first met him, I didn't really give him a second thought. However, as I got to know him, I started to look at him in a whole different light. Davis really was gorgeous. I still consider him one of the most attractive men I've ever met. He was young, only 26 when I first met him. He was tall and broad shouldered, with an obviously toned body and the most immaculate jawline I've ever seen on a man.

Freshman me soon developed a huge crush on him. Of course, being an awkward freshman, i had no idea what to do, and made a fool out of myself almost every time I talked to him. Despite this, we became close friends. I was head over heels in lust with him, and I just could not stay away from him. We were very close during the first two years of our relationship, but Davis kept everything very platonic, as I was still a minor (and looked very young, so he was obviously not attracted to me at this point). It was pure torture for me, being so close to him, seeing him every day, and thinking that i would never have him. Little did I know, things were about to change.

The summer after sophomore year, puberty changed my life for the better. My boobs went from a B to a D, my acne disappeared, and I got in amazing shape, complete with a killer ass. By the time I went back to school, I was HOT. My body was curvy but incredibly toned, my blonde hair was long and wavy, and my new found confidence made me into a completely different person. It was obvious to me that Davis had noticed. He started flirting with me, checking me out when he thought I wasn't looking, and treating me more like an adult. I was a year older than most of my classmates, so I turned 18 in November of that year.

Around my birthday, the sexual tension between us became undeniable. There were too many "accidental touches" between both of us for them to really be accidents. We started bickering more, because both of us were incredibly frustrated and we needed an outlet. I hated fighting with him, but my god, he was sexy when he was mad. He became very physical, touching me whenever he talked, putting his hand on my thigh when we were sitting, and (my favorite) running his fingers through my hair whenever he felt like it.

About halfway through my junior year, he asked me to stay after rehearsal one day. This wasn't unusual, we often stayed at school for hours just talking. We walked into his office and he shut the door behind us, which was something he'd never done. Before I could say anything, he pushed me lightly against the wall and just stared into my eyes, leaning into me until his body was pressed against mine and our lips were an inch apart. I still remember the feeling of my knees going weak and my legs starting to shake in anticipation. I started slowly grinding my hips against him, and I felt him get hard almost immediately. He let out a soft moan and kissed me. I kissed him back, hard. Just as his fingers made their way under the hem of my shirt, there was a knock on the door. Davis' face filled with panic. He threw me onto the nearby couch and did his best to hide his obvious erection, then quickly opened the door. The principal entered the room, greeted me casually, then told Davis that he needed to report to the staff room for a meeting. Davis nodded, waved goodbye to me, and left. To this day, I am not sure how or why the principal didn't become suspicious. It was pretty common for me to hang out in Davis' office, but it wasn't common for the door to be locked, and I'm sure both our faces were noticeably red. I'm just very grateful that no trouble came out of that.

The next day, Davis and I talked about what happened and both agreed that it was not a good idea and we shouldn't do it again. I was secretly devastated; I had lusted after him for three years and was very much in love with him by this point.Our relationship continued as normally as it could've after what happened. There was a lot of tension and we stopped spending time alone together. Overall, the rest of that year sucked. I thought we'd never go back to normal.

The next year, when I was a senior, things started to go back to how they were before. Davis and I became close again, and everything started to be a little more natural. One night, we were in his office at 10pm, after a late rehearsal. The school was dark and everyone had gone home except for us. We were talking and laughing just like old times. We ended up getting into a fight about something stupid (I don't even remember what), and I angrily tried to push past him on my way out the door. He grabbed my shoulder and whirled me around to face him. We continued to yell at each other, and the tension was so thick you could've cut it with a knife.

Suddenly, he pushed me up against the wall again, and we were in the same position we'd been a year ago. Before I knew it, his hands were on my hips and his tongue was in my mouth. I moaned loudly and he kissed me like he would die without my lips. I felt his hard on against my thigh, and I started rubbing it through his pants. He moaned and started kissing my neck. The neck kissing threw me over the edge and I knew I needed his cock in my mouth. I got on my knees, ripped off his pants and boxers, and finally held the dick I'd been dreaming about for years. I couldn't have imagined a more perfect dick if I'd tried ( and believe me, I had). He was about 7 inches, thick, and throbbing. I licked his shaft up and down slowly, stopping at his head and rolling my tongue gently around it. His moans were the sexiest thing I've ever heard. I needed him so badly in that moment. I took his whole length in my mouth, deepthroating him as he thrust his hips. I gagged on him and pulled him out of my mouth, keeping just the tip in and swirling my tongue around it in little circles. This sent him into a frenzy.

He picked me up and put me on his desk, ripping off my skirt and panties like an animal. He climbed on top of me and pulled off my shirt and bra, while I went to work unbuttoning his shirt. He kissed me hard and passionately, then slowly made his way down my neck and to my tits. By this time, I was squirming underneath him, begging for more. He started sucking gently on my nipples, and his hand made its way down to my slit, which he slowly began to rub. His fingers worked slowly back and forth, teasing me. His thumb brushed gently against my clit, and my whole body shuddered. I couldn't take it anymore; I arched my back, leaning into him and begging him to take me. He kissed his way down to my pussy, and finally started to eat me out. Waves of pleasure radiated throughout my entire body. My pussy was on fire. I came in less than a minute, and lay back on his desk, panting.

"Oh no, princess, we're not done yet", he said, with a smirk on his face. He climbed on top of me again and we started to make out. I could feel his hard cock brushing my pussy, and I needed him inside. "Please fuck me", I whimpered, barely able to speak. He smirked again and slowly began rubbing the head of his cock around my pussy. I came again, even harder than the first time, before he even entered me.

He was dripping with precum, which I happily sucked off his cock. I begged him again to fuck me, and this time, he did. He entered me slowly, still teasing me, until he filled me up entirely. He started to thrust rhythmically and gently, again making me beg for it.

"I need you to fuck me. Hard. I want to still feel you in the morning." This sent him over the edge and he fucked me harder and harder, pounding me over and over. He kissed me with such passion and intensity that I came again, screaming with pleasure. He moaned loudly and pulled his cock out, ready to cum. I took him in my mouth as he was cumming and swallowed it all. He picked me up and kissed me again, still as passionate as before.

It's been 6 years since this day and we're still together. I'll post other stories if there's any interest!