My Teacher (gxg)

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"I noticed you were a little distracted today, is everything alright?" Mrs. Sumner asked me as she watched Victoria walk out of the classroom, the door closing behind her. "Oh yes everything's fine!" I smiled. "Just a little distracted I guess." I wasn't sure what to tell her. I mean the woman made me cum, in school! I can't face looking at her without wanting to take her home and please her body as she did with mine and with such a simple touch. She drew the conversation back to her. I watched as her eyes glanced across the room. I wondered at times what goes through that intelligent mind of hers.

"Well you want to know what I also noticed?" She asked me smiling, her smile was more beautiful than Victoria's. Her smile lit up the room and made her green-blue eyes shine even more. She walked back to her desk and sat down. At this point, I assumed she would take me back home, but I decided to make sure before we let the conversation get too far. "Before I answer that, do you think you could give me a ride home?" "Oh Brooke, of course I can't take you to MY house!" She chuckled at herself. I felt my cheeks run hot. Was she reading my mind? This woman knew what I meant, but I'd love for her to take me home... "Of course I can take you home," She smiles at me. Damn that beautiful mouth, but she's too far now for me to kiss her soft lips and feel her touch. Her taste meeting my tongue, probably of sweet coffee.

"Sumner! You know what I meant." I sat at my desk for a minute, as she cleared her desk and shut her laptop. "Oh of course I did but after seeing you this afternoon that's all I can think about..." She turned around to look at me, her eyes locking to mine. I tried to switch back to the conversation we were having.

"And what was it that you noticed?" I ask, taking off my flannel and laying it over my things I had laid on my desk. I feel the coolness of the air against my bare skin, suddenly noticing the feeling of my chest rising and falling with each breath. She walked to her counter to grab her paperwork and I took the chance to take her seat at the desk. Her chair was comfy, and I realized she had an excellent view of my desk. "Well surprisingly..." she lingered. I wondered what it was she was going to say. "I was jealous of seeing you in the arms of another woman..." her body turned and her eyes locked into mine, lowering her gaze to look at me. This time a more serious and deep eye contact. "Oh really..." I spoke softly, laying back into her chair and crossing my arms. "Well yes, I mean after this afternoon..." she paused, "I want you to myself."

She leaned back against the counter. She looked so much more dominant in the position with her seductive eyes and stance. "Well Mrs. Sumner you should know that I would give myself to you anytime." I stood up slowly making my way closer to her. Her hands rest against the counter. I gave her a small kiss on the cheek as our bodies pressed into one another. 'I can't do this again, not here' I told myself. I wanted her then, but I didn't want to do it here. She pulled me closer, pressing my hips in hers. Her soft lips meeting mine and her tongue once again fighting to make its way into my mouth. I run my hands up her soft arms to hold her beautiful face. 'Maybe just for a moment' I tell myself, making an excuse to feel her body. Her soft cheeks in my hand and I can feel my heart quickening.

I just lift under her arms to put her on the counter and she helps with a little hop. I remove her sweater and again am met with the gorgeous freckles running across her collarbones. She throws her head back as I kiss along her neck. Soft kisses for her delicate skin as I move my way down to the top of her dress. I slip the tiny strings of her dress off her shoulders. She looks down at me running her hand across my cheek. I kiss just above her breasts as she throws her head back again, moving her hips into my stomach. Her dress falls leaving her alluring breasts covered by a lace pink balconette bra with flowers covering her nipples, her sand toned skin revealed around and her bare belly. My lips enjoy her skin just above her bra line as my hands run across her belly and to her back. "Oh Brooke..." her soft lusty voice in my ear. Makes me want to reach for something more. She leans back as I kiss her belly and my hand reaches underneath her dress, searching for her warmth. I feel her thighs together as my hand reaches closer and closer to the depths of her body. I feel my hand reach her panty line, as my lips move back to her breasts. I run my hands along the panty line on her hips and feel her body tense.

"Ugghh I need you Brooke..." her warm breath felt on my ears. I hold her hips, moving her even closer to me. "I want you, I want you..." the second time is more of a demand. As I reach my hand between her she gasps for a breath, and I make my lips meet her. I barely feel her wetness on my fingers before her phone begins to ring. "Oh shit!" I step back quickly as she hops off the counter. "Hello?" She says out of breath, her close-to-bare back towards me as she answers the phone. The clasps on the bra daring me to set them free. I make my way towards her and I wrap my arms around her waist caressing her belly, such soft skin. "Umm, yes.... Okay I'll see you there." She ends the phone call. I kiss along her shoulder blades. "My husband is ummm.." she clears her throat. "My husband is picking up the kids and dinner, so I need to go home. Sadly." She turns and gives a pouting look, but looking at her lips like that, just makes me want to kiss them into a smile.

"Of course, I understand. We can resume this some other time," I smirk and give her space to pull her dress back on. I grab my flannel and put it back on. "I'm ready to go anytime," I put on a smile and grab my things. "Let me run to the bathroom real quick," she grabs her sweater before walking out the door.

As she leaves, the absence of her floods my heart. I want to pleasure her and give her what she gave me. I check my phone and see that Vic has texted me. "Do you want to go shopping for the party Thursday?" I guess this would be my chance to get an outfit and have her opinion so I don't show up looking stupid.

I text her back, "yea! sounds fun!" She texts back right away my phone lighting up, "okay! we can go after school thursday, i'll drive us"

As I sit down at my desks to organize my things there's a knock on the door. I open the door assuming to be met with a beautiful woman, but it's Mr. Verlice. "Hey is Mrs. Sumner here?" He looks around the room and his questioned is already answered, but I decide to talk anyway to avoid any awkward silence. "No, she just stepped out to use the bathroom." I put in the door stopper and walk back to my desk. "Okay, I'll just wait." He takes a walk around the room and decides to sit on the couch. "What are you still doing here?" He looks at me waiting for my instant response. "Getting help with a paper for my English class," I feel that's a stupid thing to say given she's a history teacher but I go along with it. "Oh, that's nice. They always say history teachers are better writers than the English ones." He says smiling and then again waiting for my response. I don't know the man that well, really at all, I've never had him. "Yea English and History go pretty hand in hand." I take a seat at my desk and seconds later Mrs. Sumner walks in.

"Well, well, well, good to see you Andy. Did you need something?" Mrs. Sumner walks to her counter and continues putting her things together. "Umm well yea, I was wondering if you heard about the parent-teacher conferences. We're supposed to have them next week, but I wasn't sure how they go about that here." I forget he's new here this year, so things are probably done differently than wherever he was before. "Oh usually not too many parents show up since it is high school. I usually am stuck here for two hours with only a couple parents that show up asking how their child is failing my class. It is usually pretty quiet and you don't really have to do anything." She smiles and takes a seat at her desk. "Oh alrighty then, well I'll let you get back to helping... sorry what was your name?" He turned to look at me now. "Brooklyn." "Nice to meet you, I'll let you get back to helping Brooklyn write her paper." He got up and walked out of the room.

We decided to wait a little bit before we left together out the door. She had said before that some teachers have problems with teaching and students having a relationship outside of school. Not on the love side but some few that helping a student outside of school isn't something that should be allowed. I guess I never understood that, as some students have anyone else outside of school to support them.

As she drives me home, she talks about her plans for the weekend. Her husband is taking the boys to his mother's from Thursday to Tuesday, while she plans on staying in the bathtub and reading all weekend. We arrive at my house and I thank her as she holds my hand and then her touch is gone.

The house is empty so I have no idea where either mom or dad is. It's kind of sad sometimes being in the house alone. The darkness, the quietness, but also so peaceful. I decide to hop in the shower and call it an early night.