psychology is my favorite class for multiple reasons. first, i love the subject as it is extremely interesting to learn about something so universal, yet complex. secondly, it's the last class of the day, so bonus, of course. lastly, it has my favorite teacher...
mr. s
to sum things up mr. s makes me go feral. watching him while he teaches is enough to make my cunt drip through my panties and soak the seat. the way he is makes me think of all the ways i'd want him to dominate me and use me.
his broad shoulders defined by his dark button up.
his brown fluffy hair curls on the ends and sits perfectly.
his pants emphasizing his huge cock allowing me to daydream about having him in my mouth... fuck,
this is my favorite class.
i dress to impress him. on the days i have his class i wear short skirts and low cut tops just to play into my own fantasy. feeding the small amount of hope that he one day notices me in the ways i want.
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10/14
i walk into the classroom along with other students just as the clock hits 2:15. i notice mr. s isn't here yet, which isn't out of the ordinary. he isn't the most prompt man out there.
i take my seat in the front row as normal to be as close to mr. s as possible. to kill time, i watch the rain out of the classroom's window. of course, i wear a white shirt the day it pours...
"sorry i'm late!" i turn my head as mr. s rushes in the door.
fuck me.
he's soaked. you can see his chest through his white button down shirt and his black pants are tight, outlining his cock perfectly. his hair is wet and messy, dripping water down his forehead.
"i was busing grading your exams." he shakes his hair and chuckles. "payed for that one."
he sets down his bag and begins handing back the graded exams. one by one students are getting there exams back and i notice there is tension. i'm assuming everyone did not preform as expected.
"here you are" he hands me my exam. his hand brushes mine and i feel my body heat up. i avoid looking in his eyes as i know that will push me too far.
"thank you, sir" i reply softly. i notice him lingering and look up. his eyes looking slightly below my face, yet as soon as he notices my glance he turns away.
"alright, so, if you have any questions about your grades, stay after class and we may discuss them." he announces to the class.
was he looking at my chest?
he continues, "we will be beginning chapter 13 today, which begins to cover abnormal psychology."
i get an idea. i scoot my chair forwards and uncross my legs, presenting my red laced panties under my skirt.
he looks.
i see the direction of his eyes lock downwards, underneath my desk. you can hear the man stutter. he quickly shifts his gaze to mine and i smile. he looks like a deer in headlights.
this will be fun.
throughout the rest of class i continue my actions. teasing him. i lower my already see through shirt, exposing my chest even more. leaning forward and tapping my pen against the desk; i draw his attention. he glances my way and quickly looks back at his notes.
"the four D's of abnormal psych... uh... psychology are deviance," he stutters. he glances my way again, staring at my chest. "uh.. distress, dysfunction, and.. um..," he mumbles under his breath. breaking his stare, he refers to his notes. "and danger." he sighs.
