[MF] Not Just Another Day at School II | 2016

(They say we people think about sex every 7th seconds, more than 500 times per hour, and more than 8.000 times in the 16 hours we averagely spent awake. And this is with the exclusion of what you dream of. These 2 stories is a dedication to all those thousands of people with mutual sexual feelings you will encounter doing your life but never acts upon)

2) Her

I walked steadily through the hallway, preaching my good mornings as I passed fellow colleagues and students. I was in good time. I always was. The following night I had slept badly, or well. I had slept really well, but it had shaken me how my mind could wander. I knew my position; I was a loving wife and a celebrated teacher. And the worst death sin I could possibly commit I did. Not that I was in control of it, you can’t control your dreams. At least that’s what I excused myself with. Reality was that I thought about him while I was awake too. I thought about him when my husband made love to me, and when he entered me I imagined it wasen’t husband but him, my student, my secret fetish, my nympho. To my dissapointment i saw the classroom, as I walked through the door. There were only the empty crowd. “Late again,” I thought to myself.

When I heard the door go up I knew who it was. “Late again” I read out loud from my mind. “Sorry I’ll be on time tomorrow” he responded and continued towards the first empty chair as always. No thought of social requirements, no need to attend to the crowd. I tried to make eye contact but he was too busy adoring Sarah, apparently he didn’t even have time to glance at me. “I wonder if he has thoughts about Sarah, as I have thoughts about him” My mind raced. I had to do something, keep up the act for the crowd and leave stupid thoughts at home packed away in bed at night. So that’s what I did I picked up the book, “Would you start from top page 49, Sarah?” I don’t know why I picked her, I guess I saw it as a fitting punishment for stealing my spotlight. I noticed that he was looking at me. He often did, and I found myself liking if. He was always so discrete though. He would only be looking at times where I was turned around, and my face was in the clear to not notice a thing. But of course I noticed anyway. Without sounding self-centered, I can fairly say that I I’m attractive. And being the attractive queen in a medieval society of hormones leaves you with a righteous amount of stares a day. But the only stares I cared about were his. “And what do you think William meant when he wrote this?” I asked. I planned to wait and hear Sarah’s response, ignoring the three hands that were already in the air by other students. I guess I was waiting for her to say something stupid. But then he raised his hand. I bluntly selected him. “It means that their love goes beyond the physical, their love is flourishing within their minds, despite how reality looks” Just as like you and me last night… I finished in my head. For a moment I got distracted by the memories of my dream that once again gave a show in my head. I even found myself biting my lip as if I was a stupid cheerleader hitting on the quarterback, I prayed to god he didn’t notice. “Beautifully said, you should be the teacher” I responded and again I felt the embarrassment rush to my head. I don’t know how I could stand there and openly flirt with him like I’m playing a lead in grease. “But it is more fun this way,” I thought to myself, “Who’s in the spotlight now Sarah, me, a lead role, even if it had to be grease”. My confidence had grown, and as I was writing on the blackboard I could feel his eyes fixated on my ass. Come and take it. I turned around and walked through the class, as a girl at the table with Sarah raised her hand. I was aware that he was spectating me, as I willingly pressed her my stomach down over the table, in fact I was more aware of his eyes on my ass that I was on answering the girls. I remembered my dream, how he was looking at me bend over exactly like this. I turned around and looked at him, and he looked back. It took me by surprise I would have pictured, he would turn his head in embarrassment as always, but this time he didn’t flinch. He looked at me like he wasn’t the boy that showed up late this morning, but the boy I had inside me last night. And there he left my vision hanging and slowly turned his eyes straight back at my ass. Shock. I couldn’t believe it, he had never been this obvious. But it drove me crazy, and in this moment of craziness, I knew exactly what to do. Like I did in my sleep I put elbows on the table, lowered my head as low as I could possibly stretch it without becoming too obvious in front of the spectating girls. It would ruin me if they knew about my little act, but it was all worth it. Some part of me even wished that Sarah would notice. And while saying something to her, I lifted up my ass and spread my legs. An invitation, a filed paper telling him to proceed this taboo-filled act. Fuck the school, fuck my husband, fuck my moral obligations. It was he and I, and I wanted it and she wanted it and nothing else mattered. I simply had to get out of there, so I raised my voice and said, “Were taking a break a bit earlier today folks”. My voice almost shook as I said the words. Was I really going do this? “Do it” a faint voice said. I watched him as he rushed out the door, I watched as everyone left. In fact, I patiently waited till everyone had left and it was all quiet before I got off my chair and walked towards the toilets. I was in the “new” part of the school. A shitty description compared to the state that it was in. Only one set of joint bathrooms, but it had exactly what I needed; privacy. I don’t know why I didn’t check the bathroom proper through, In reality, I almost snuck into the bathroom making as little sound as possible. I think it was a combination of fear for being spotted while in the middle of committing a shameful act combined with the pure excitement that a rose. I was gonna do it, masturbate at school, while pretending one of my students fucking the hell out of me. The toilet was gross and it smelled bad in there. Even though it was new, students had done a good job of painting the walls. “A dirty place for a dirty deed,” I thought to myself as I pulled down my soaking wet panties. As I started playing with my pussy, I thought about my dream and about him, and about today and especially the moment we shared together earlier. I fantasized about stopping the time at that exact moment. Have the whole world to ourselves. And our taboo secrets. I thought about him walking over, lifting up my dress and entering me right there in the classroom. In front of everybody else, I pictured him sticking his finger in my butt, taking me just as he pleases. I pictured him raising the odds, and as the first person ever, fuck my virgin ass. I pictured moaning into Sarah’s face. In fact this tunred me on, In my mind i screamed my moans into her face, so loud that pieces of spit hit her face. And i pictured that he noticed. That he liked it, after all, he was a projection of my mind. He wanted me to humiliate her, he wanted me to do it I told myself. He raised the tempo and I got the hint, I looked back and made eye contact as I gather my shot, a big and slimy mouthful of spit. I hurled it at her; it sprayed in her face and into her mouth. And that’s where I came, my body started to cramp, I’m was no longer in the dirty toilet, I was fully lost in ecstasy. I felt his cum filling up my ass, as I outlived my orgasm. And i was no longer in the dirty toilet i was right there, cramping, with my face inches from Sarah’s. “Girlfriend” hah, she’s in the same position as my husband and I know it, i thought to myself. I screamed my orgasm and I heard his moans too. In fact, I heard his moans as loud and clearly as my own. Together they filled the bathroom like a song of suppressed intimacy being outlived. It took me a minute to recover before I heard it, one of the bathroom doors on the opposite site swung up. Panicked grabbed me, humiliation, shame, oh god! “They haven’t seen your face” I kept reassuring myself, but it didn’t help. It took me some time to build up the courage to walk out, I wated till the footsteps was long gone and as i sat there but I thought of him, and me, and us. And his thoughts, and what’s truly going around in his head, and just maybe if, just if I had it all exactly correct in my fantasies?