I Am In Love With My Teacher
A few years ago I went to a joint high school, only about thirty students, mostly guys and very unflattering girls. All of our teachers were young and straight out of college-- all very handsome at that. I was particularly attracted to my math teacher (we'll call him Dave). Dave was a very quiet, intelligent man who had a witty sense of humor.
In my math class there were only 5 students mostly freshman who weren't all that bright. All throughout that 6th period I would crack smartass jokes that only he would 'get' and viceversa. I had perfect grades all throughout the semester and whenever I would get a problem worng on an in class assignment he would have me stay after school to correct it. I must say, I've miscompleted answers just to stay after class with Dave. We would talk about anything and everything nerdy.
I loved his sense of music. I loved his clothes and smile and the way he would dye his hair which ever colour I'd like. I loved him. I was so completely and utterly sexually attracted to him. When I stayed after class I would stare at him wiping off the white board, helping me with my math, just wishing that he would pick me up and bend me over one of the desks and pound me with his lovely **** each time I got an equation wrong. Dave was amazing in my fantasies and out. I would drop to my knees with my hands tied behind me for him. I would want him to finger **** me with those amazing hands that seem to solve any puzzle handed to them. I loved Dave.
In my math class there were only 5 students mostly freshman who weren't all that bright. All throughout that 6th period I would crack smartass jokes that only he would 'get' and viceversa. I had perfect grades all throughout the semester and whenever I would get a problem worng on an in class assignment he would have me stay after school to correct it. I must say, I've miscompleted answers just to stay after class with Dave. We would talk about anything and everything nerdy.
I loved his sense of music. I loved his clothes and smile and the way he would dye his hair which ever colour I'd like. I loved him. I was so completely and utterly sexually attracted to him. When I stayed after class I would stare at him wiping off the white board, helping me with my math, just wishing that he would pick me up and bend me over one of the desks and pound me with his lovely **** each time I got an equation wrong. Dave was amazing in my fantasies and out. I would drop to my knees with my hands tied behind me for him. I would want him to finger **** me with those amazing hands that seem to solve any puzzle handed to them. I loved Dave.
By:
hgosch
Age:
18-21
,
Female
