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The day my mother caught me with my Spanish teacher hadn’t actually started too badly. At least as well as a day could start with a parent-teacher conference at the end of it.
If only Mr. Cortez hadn’t been so damn attractive. My teacher with his dark hair, pronounced jawline and eyes that always stared at me so intensely, it was as if he was imagining the two of us rolling through the sheets. Which, in fact, he probably did every time he looked at me. Because my Spanish teacher was more than just receptive to my advances ...
A few weeks ago, we made a tacit agreement to have fun in an empty classroom after school. Tacit was actually pretty accurate, because we never talked during, before or after the actual act. Only sometimes Mr. Cortez would curse quietly when he got really into it. And I liked it when he really exerted himself, because then the muscle play on his shoulders looked particularly impressive to me.
That afternoon, I took the initiative and dragged him into a chemistry room on the first floor. Because otherwise I would have been bored in my free period before the parents’ meeting. And because Mr. Cortez, whose first name was Alessandro, came strutting down the teacher’s stairs like a model on the Milan catwalk just as I was standing in the hallway. I would have loved to capture his profile with my camera, but firstly it was at home and secondly I couldn’t take a photo of a teacher without attracting attention. One look from him and I couldn’t help but take a deep breath and start moving. Deeper into the dimly lit hallway, glancing back over my shoulder invitingly. Unfortunately, the hallway itself was pretty unsexy with the moss green carpet and the smell of sweaty feet clinging to it.
I twirled my ash blonde hair around my index finger, making sure with another glance that he was actually following me. And he did. Eyes fixed on me, Mr. Cortez just shoved a fifth grader out of the way. Jesus, he really needed to learn to hide his desire more skillfully.
But well, the cat had already fallen into the well anyway, or so they said. I swayed my hips provocatively and let my hair slip through my fingers so that it fell in gentle waves down my back. The tips tickled me on the strip of skin between my light blue skirt and the white top with the almost criminally low neckline. I had put it on especially for him.
Without turning around again, I scurried into the large chemistry room, which we liked to use because you could retreat to the small materials room behind the blackboard if you had to. And to my delight, there was also a sick bed there. Most of the time, however, we didn’t make it any further than the first row of tables or the teacher’s desk.
My heart was pounding as I imagined what Mr. Cortez was about to do to me. Just imagining it made my thighs heat up. Good thing I was wearing a skirt today. It would go faster that way. Because I couldn’t wait much longer. Turning my back to the door, I counted the seconds. When I reached five, it clicked. Breathless, I half turned around. The door handle was pushed down and Alessandro Cortez slipped in - in all his glory. The mere sight of him made me even more excited. Rumor had it that he was supposed to be a professional footballer, but an injury had prevented him from doing so. And that’s how he looked. Like a footballer. He reminded me a little of Christiano Ronaldo, except that Alessandro looked more masculine.
A little out of breath, Alessandro Cortez closed the door to the chemistry room behind him with a soft click. I immediately noticed his excited breaths and his musky smell. Lately, I had the feeling that there was something else about him. Something was changing. Could it be that he was about to fall in love with me? No, that would be an idiotic move on the part of a teacher, a kind of professional suicide. I hurriedly pushed this thought aside again, because for me it was nothing more than what we had now. Secret meetings, stolen kisses, quick sex. Not thinking too much. Just perfect. Like in a movie.
In some way, I needed this distraction from my everyday life. From the fact that I had no friends and still had to fight for my parents’ approval. And, of course, to forget ... And what better distraction could there be than lying in the muscular arms of an ultra-hot Spaniard? What could be better? Exactly: nothing.
And then he was already with me, grabbing me by the upper arms. As predicted, we barely made it to the first table. His hands were suddenly all over me, running over my bare skin, tugging at my top and shorts. My nipples stretched out towards him like eager soldiers and I could feel them getting harder than ever before. Good God! Adrenaline flooded through me. Panting, he pressed himself against me. I had to stop Alessandro so that he didn’t tear my top. Because that would only have led to uncomfortable questions at school. He would never learn. Just to get back at him, I dived under his fingers and made my way backwards to the teacher’s desk with provocatively slow movements. He didn’t take his eyes off me and the hungry look he gave me made me grin. As if he hadn’t just spent over twenty minutes with me in the school infirmary the day before yesterday ...
Of course, it didn’t take two seconds for Alessandro to catch up with me. His hands gripped my hips almost greedily. Without hesitation, he lifted me up onto the desk and then stood right between my spread thighs. A pleasant shiver ran through me. Every girl should have a fiery Spaniard like him. Inside her, to be precise. Otherwise you’d really be missing something in life.
Panting, he pressed himself against me, rubbing himself against me, which further fueled my head cinema. By now I could feel his arousal far too clearly. The bulge in his pants rubbed over my bare skin, then over the fabric of my panties, making me arch my back and bite my lower lip. Frenzied with desire, his hands roamed over me and finally he leaned in to kiss me. Full of passion. First my lips and then my neck. I pressed myself against him, giving him the freedom to explore every inch of my body. I knew he liked my breasts best. Even in Spanish lessons, I kept catching him staring at my cleavage. So I squeezed my shoulder blades together and presented myself to him in all my glory.
He couldn’t get my top off fast enough. My brand new top, which made my C-cup look even bigger.
In fact, it was slowly becoming my new hobby. Buying clothes and underwear that made Allessandro hot. By now I really only had to count the seconds until the bulge in his pants gave him away.
His moaning told me at that moment that I had also done everything right with my choice of underwear.
His hands touched exactly the right places on my body to make me tremble.
‘Not here,’ I breathed. Who knew if a teacher was about to barge in and hold a parent-teacher conference.
Alessandro grumbled something against my neck. But then he complied with my request, simply lifted me off the desk, grabbed my top and carried me towards the materials room.
How good that there was a lounger here. It was a bit outdated, but it never squeaked, no matter how hard it was pushed.
“Please don’t close the door all the way,” I whispered. Just like always, really. This time, however, he seemed to have thought of my claustrophobia anyway, or it couldn’t go fast enough for him. In any case, the door stayed open a crack and that was enough for me. The click alone would have made my skin crawl. But it was bearable this way. Not like back in the cellar ... I swallowed and tried with all my might to suppress the thought of that one evening. Nevertheless, I couldn’t stop my genital area from tensing up for a few seconds.
Alessandro put me down on the lounger. Almost at the same moment, he put his hand between my thighs. In response, I leaned my head back and moaned. It was just harmless Alessandro. Everything was fine. I wanted to enjoy this. Sex with Alessandro erased my unpleasant thoughts. Overwrote my memories like an old hard disk. I licked my lips teasingly, then tilted my head so that he could kiss my neck. My hands, with which I supported myself on the couch, trembled. I loved it when he ran his fingers over my panties. The touch through the fabric made me incredibly hot.
I couldn’t wait much longer. So I hooked my ankles behind his bottom and pulled Alessandro closer to me.
He moaned as he was pressed directly against me. The bulge in his pants was literally pulsating against my briefs. I could hardly wait to get rid of this barrier.
