I never really wanted to be a teacher. Still, the promise of a golden handshake, a high starting salary, and the possibility of being fast-tracked to head of department was a no-brainer for me after finishing university. For the first few years of my teaching life, I worked as a substitute teacher, enjoying the flexibility and relative freedom. Still, I was not quite able to let go of my student lifestyle. After a while, the need for a regular income became more important, and I wanted to settle in one place, so I applied for and was offered a job teaching English to sixth form students at a school a short drive from my flat.
I am 28 years old, fairly good-looking, with a slim build, tall around 6ft 2in, with dark hair, green eyes, and I like to dress smart, wearing tailored suits, with crisp fitted shirts and a tie every day. My new school is a private fee-paying one housed in a large Victorian brick building. My classroom is on the upper floor, spacious in size, with 3 rows of desks across, with 2 students to a desk, and 5 deep, enough for 30 students, but my sixth form classes were never more than 20 students. In addition to the classroom space, there is a small private office on the far side containing a desk, chair, bookshelves, and a small window with views of the playing fields behind, with a row of tall poplar trees visible around the perimeter of the school and a church beyond.
During my substitute teaching spell, I had mainly been teaching Year 7-9 students, usually at rough schools with their fair share of delinquent students and troublemakers, not to mention teachers off sick with stress. These placements didn't last more than a few weeks at a time, so there wasn't much hope of making an impression. My new school has a much better reputation, is in a relatively affluent area of the city, has intelligent, well-behaved students, and, as a bonus, some very pretty sixth form girls.
I had been teaching there for about 6 months when a piece of paper with a message on it was left on my desk one Friday afternoon. It was folded up, but my name was written on it in purple ink in spidery handwriting. I unfolded the piece of paper. Written in the same ink was an Instagram username and a picture of a purple flower. I didn't know what to make of it, thinking it was a joke at first, before paranoia kicked in and I began to wonder if it could be some kind of trap.
Either way, it sent my mind racing. There was a group of girls in the upper sixth, most of them now 18 years of age, on the verge of going out into the big wide world. They were in the middle of applying to universities, their hormones raging, who were the chief suspects, perhaps playing a trick on me. After a week of mild suspense and intrigue, another note appeared on my desk, again on a Friday afternoon, with another message.
"Go on, sir, you don't know what you're missing x," it read in the same spidery writing.
The Instagram username and the purple flower were drawn on the paper as before. I wracked my brain trying to think who could be leaving the messages, but just couldn’t be sure and wouldn't know what I would do if I did know.
That night, after a few beers at home, I finally gave in to my curiosity and created a new Instagram account. I was thinking clearly enough to realize it would only make things worse by using my own account. I typed in the username from the piece of paper and hit search. The account had the same purple flower symbol, but no followers or any signs of activity. But then I figured it would say that as the account was marked as private. My finger hovered over the follow button as I considered the worst-case scenarios of my actions. Maybe the beers gave me the kick I needed, so I tapped the follow button and waited, my heart thumping in my chest.
Barely 30 seconds later, I got confirmation saying the request had been accepted. A minute passed, then another, I refreshed the profile every few seconds, then a single picture appeared, which made me want more immediately. The waistband of a purple plaid mini skirt was visible, unmistakably the school uniform of one of my students. Her bare-toned midriff and naval looked like those of a model, and then there was the purple and grey school tie, a tight white blouse with a single button fastened, and a purple flower necklace hanging down in the gap of the blouse, revealing just a hint of cleavage. It stirred something in me and my boxers.
My mind raced with thoughts of who it could be, but I couldn't be sure other one of the group of 6 girls in the upper sixth class I taught on Friday afternoons, given the timing of receiving the messages. Emboldened by the beers, I tapped the like button and then typed out a message.
"You were right, I have been missing out and can't wait to see more..." I replied.
5 minutes passed, then another picture appeared, this time the blouse was gone, so was the bra, but not the tie. That and the necklace were hanging between two of the nicest looking breasts I had ever seen, pert and round, though partially hidden by a coyly placed arm covering her nipples. 2 black hair bands are visible around her wrist. There was another clue: glossy brown hair, styled in twin French plaits falling just below the perfect skin of her shoulders. My mind was now fizzing with excitement and questions, but I just replied with one word.
"Wow"
"That's all for tonight, sir. I'm going to bed now. Wish you were here with me," she replied with a winking face emoji.
Over the weekend she sends through more pictures, a cheeky over the shoulder shot of her bare ass with her school skirt hitched up to her hips, with a black thong splitting the nicest ass cheeks that can exist on this earth. Another came through with her head tilted right back, showing off her neck with the distinctive necklace visible, hanging between her breasts, along with messages saying how much she wants me.
"Who are you?" I asked for the first time, not expecting a definitive answer.
"You'll find out soon, I promise, the wait will be worth it x," she replied with a finger on lips face emoji.
Over the next few days, I was on autopilot, my brain in a fog, unable to think, just trying to get through the day, then rushing home to check my messages and look at the pictures again. I dared not look at school and was paranoid about even taking my phone with me lest I lose it and be exposed. We continued to exchange messages, and each day there was a new picture, one with her wearing just panties, a school tie, and the necklace, with a hand covering her breasts. Another was looking down from her point of view, of her touching herself with her black over-knee socks on display.
I was jumpy as hell, expecting every knock on the door to be the police. Every phone call to be the headmaster summoning me for some kind of showdown, but temptation, intrigue, desire and horniness, being a single man, lured me back for more. Despite the messages and pictures that kept coming, it didn't seem to be more than just teasing, and by the time Friday afternoon and the last day of term came around, I was mentally drained from all of it. The doubts were starting to creep in, and I began to wonder if my initial feelings were right, that I was being played and being set up for some kind of humiliation.
Just before the final lesson of the term, I needed to get something from the staff room, so I was a bit late and flustered when I got back to the classroom, where the students were all waiting patiently. I apologized for my tardiness and started the lesson by taking the register and looking up at each student as they responded. When I got to Abi, a naturally beautiful, in fact stunningly beautiful brunette, I looked up as she said yes, to see her staring at me. She was sitting in the back row with her hair in 2 plaits, a cheeky smile on her face. Both of her blouse sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, 2 black hair bands were visible on her right wrist, and she was playing with her necklace.
THE necklace.
The bright purple flower was visible against the pale skin of her hand. The girl I have been messaging, the girl who has been sending me intimate pictures of herself, is sitting in my classroom right now.
My heart thudded like a jackhammer in my chest; it felt like a minute passes, but it can't have been more than a few seconds. I suddenly cough, took a swig from my water bottle, and continued calling the register, my cheeks flushing from the shock. My body prickled with heat. I could barely concentrate on the lesson. This was difficult anyway, being the last lesson of the week and term, but my mind was flying.
I kept looking at Abi whilst the class worked on their assignments, piecing together the evidence from the pictures. The hair, the shape of her breasts, the tie, the hair bands, the skirt, the curve of her ass; cursing my inability to work it out and am oblivious to a question being asked by a student. He repeated his question before I snap out of it and answer as succinctly as I can.
Thankfully, not long after, the bell rang, signalling the end of the day. I watched as the students started packing up their things and began to file out of the room, excited at the start of the week-long holiday. I wished them well and told them to enjoy themselves.
Abi was the last to get up from her seat; she took her time in packing her bag, hanging back until the rest of the class had left the classroom, occasionally looking at me and smiling to herself. I pretended to write something in my lesson planner, but I also kept glancing up. She picked up her things, but rather than walking to the door, she walked up to me, her slender hips swaying slightly, her mini skirt hugging her thighs tightly. Her black Converse trainers squeaked slightly on the polished floor, the long black socks were pulled up over her knees, leaving that tantalizing gap of skin between them and the hem of her skirt.
I was still sitting at my desk watching her approach. She reached the desk, bent slightly at the waist, put her elbows on the edge of the desk, leaned towards me, and rested her chin on her upturned hands. I looked at her again, taking in her beauty, and then our eyes met.
"I'm all yours, Sir," she whispered in a seductive tone.
Seemingly on autopilot, I got up, walked to the door, and looked out into the corridor. I checked both ways, then crossed the corridor to the window on the other side and looked out to ensure that the cleaners were following their usual schedule of starting to clean the classrooms on the far side of the quad. I made a mental note that we would have at least 45 minutes, then walked back into the classroom, closed the door quietly, and locked it, trying to push aside my thoughts of being fired or arrested, and took a deep breath for what I hoped was going to happen.
Abi still stood in front of my desk, dropped her bag to the floor, and walked towards me slowly, her eyes piercing into me. She reached me and pressed her body close to mine. She went on her tiptoes and then wrapped her arms around my neck and started kissing me. I wasn't expecting her forwardness, but responded within seconds, taking hold of her slim hips, returning her kiss passionately, and caressing her back. She broke off from our kiss and looked me in the eyes, utterly serious, and with a breathy whisper said, “I want you, Sir.”
Her eyes closed and our lips locked again, my hands ran over her firm ass, caressing it through the fabric of her tiny skirt, then I gently squeezed her ass cheeks. They felt as pert and perfect as they looked. I reached under her skirt finding the impossibly perfect smooth skin of her bare ass cheeks bisected by a black thong and squeezed gently, pulling her closer, my growing erection pressing against her.
She gasped and then deepened the kiss, our tongues exploring each other’s. In the throes of lust, I let go of her ass and started to unbutton her blouse. She loosened then removed my tie, dropping it to the floor, then started to undo my shirt slowly. She undid the last button and pushed it over my shoulders. As I let it slide to the floor, Abi started running her hands over my chest and pecs, which sent chills running through me. I finished unbuttoning her blouse but left it on her shoulders and ran my hands over her toned midriff and over her bra, her school tie still in place.
As my hands explored her gorgeous body, we continued to kiss. I could feel her smiling through the kiss before she bit my lip gently with desire. I reached down under her skirt and ran my fingertips on her inner thigh, up and down, enjoying the softness of her skin, slowly going higher each time, teasing her. I brushed my fingertips against her panties and could feel they were soaked with her juices. I traced my index finger over the top of her panties, feeling the outline of her labia and clit. She gasped and shuddered with the pleasure of my delicate touch, and deepened our kiss, her tongue locking with mine as I continued to gently tease with my fingertips.
I moved my hand and ran my fingers along the hem of her panties up and around her thigh to her hip and back again, and then pulled them gently down. They fell to the floor, and she stepped out of them. My left hand, caressing her back under her blouse now reached and undid her strapless bra, setting her breasts free. I broke off from the kiss and bent lower, wanting to take in their perfection, and as I did, she stepped back a little so she was now up against my desk.
She raised her knee in the air, my right hand still running up and down teasing between her thighs, I kissed her neck, her eyes still closed, savoring the pleasure. She tilted her head back, and I gently kissed her breasts with great tenderness. I cupped her right breast in my left hand. My right hand finally stopped teasing her and started to caress her labia. My thumb gently searching for her clit. Her eyes flicked open, and she stared into mine.
"Oh God, Sir, that feels amazing," she whispered, her face giving the early warning signs of impending ecstasy.
Abi moved her hand from my chest and started to rub my erect cock through my trousers. She started to sway her hips slightly in time with my gentle caresses. I gently inched my finger inside her, she shuddered and moaned with pleasure, and kissed me deeply again before kissing my chest, then reaching for my belt buckle and starting to undo it, pulling at it frantically, trying to get my trousers and flies undone. She succeeded despite her distraction from my fingers gently sliding in and out of her pussy. My trousers fell to the floor, and I stepped out of them, and pulled my shoes off, never moving my fingers from inside her body.
Her hand grabbed at my cock inside my boxers, she pulled it out gently gasping at its size and hardness and started to gently jerk me off. All the time I continued to caress her clit and slide my fingers in and out of her soaking pussy. Suddenly, we both heard voices in the corridor outside the room and froze, standing there motionless. Our hearts racing, brains scrambled with both desire and fear. Were we about to be discovered?
Time seemed to stand still as we both stared at the door, expecting someone to try the handle or to push against it, only to find it locked. I was anticipating with dread a shouted demand to know why it is locked, or a face appearing at the small window looking in and wondering why a teacher is standing there naked with a female student with her breasts out. How would I explain that? Even if she is an 18-year-old sixth former, this looked bad, really bad.
A bead of sweat ran down my back, time seemed to slow down, the voices seemed to suddenly get louder, and in my heightened state, I'm sure I saw someone through the window. But then, to my relief, the voices slowly faded away, and then there was nothing but the hum of an air conditioning unit. In a moment of rational thought, I wondered about suggesting that we should stop and pretend it never happened. I was about to say this out loud, when suddenly I'm aware of a wet and warm sensation on the tip of my cock, unaware that Abi was now on her knees in front of me.
She stareed up at me with her beautiful shining brown eyes, her right hand gently holding my cock as she sucked on the tip. I stoodd there as she continued to lick the tip, then rub my cock on her lips and then start pushing it into her mouth, never breaking my gaze. Her mouth around my cock felt like heaven as she gentle pleasured me. She slid her left hand from her thigh up her leg and under her skirt and started to touch herself.
Her eyes closed as she continued to both suck my rock-hard cock and play with her clit. I caressed her cheek gently with my hand and watched her suck my cock, savoring the moment. Still rubbing her clit, she opened her eyes and squeezed my cock in her hand and sucked it a little faster. All thoughts of stopping were now forgotten. I wanted this to happen.
After a few minutes she took my cock out of her mouth, stood up and without a word took hold of my hand and lead me towards the door of the small office room, leaving my clothes and her panties and bra behind on the floor where they fell. We went through the door, and I closed it gently behind me. The soft afternoon sunlight shining in through the window seemed to make her skin and hair glow, enhancing her beauty. She approached the desk and perched on the edge. Still holding my hand, she pulled me towards her, opening her legs as she did so. I leant into her and started kissing her neck and caressing her breasts.
"I need to know if you taste as good as you look," I said, my eyes burning into hers.
She scooted back a little and brought her heels up on the edge of the desk, still wearing her black Converse trainers. She lifted her skirt, exposing her beautiful labia to me, and I sank to my knees. I ran my hands up and down her legs, enjoying the contrast between the fabric of the socks and the smooth skin of her bare thighs. I planted kisses on her upper thighs, teasing her as much as I could before finally tasting her.
She did taste as good as she looked. I breathed in her scent and licked her clit gently. She gasped and leant back on her left elbow, her right hand cupping her left breast, using the hair bands on her right wrist to stimulate the nipple of her right breast as she watched me. I circled her labia and clit with my tongue and kissed it softly with my lips. I pushed my tongue inside her and started to rub my cock with my right hand.
I then moved my right hand to just under my chin, rubbed it on her wetness and then gently slid my finger an inch into her pussy. She closed her legs slightly on my head, holding me in place. All the time, my tongue explored whilst my finger moved around very slowly inside her. I pushed my finger inside a little further and curled it upwards, trying to find her G-spot. I succeeded as suddenly she grabbed my hair and moaned loudly.
"Oh my God, Sir, don't you dare stop now," I heard her say, barely above a whisper.
I had no intention of stopping, delicately lapping at her clit and labia, my finger still curled inside her, letting the fingertip twitch, slow edging her towards ecstasy. She began to tremble, and after a couple of minutes, she let out a loud moan, her legs started shaking, and she then fell backward. I stood up, my cock brushing again her thigh as I did so, she raised herself into a sitting position, her face and chest flushed pink from her orgasm.
She took my cock in her hand and started to stroke it up and down, staring into my eyes. I leant forward, gently but firmly pulling her towards me by her tie, and kissed her hungrily on the lips. She stroked my cock as I kissed her breasts, then her neck again, moving up to her chin, then round to her ear.
"I want your cock inside me, but...but you can't cum inside me, ok?" she whispered in my ear. I nodded and she guided my rock-hard cock towards her labia and rubbed the glistening tip on her clit, which sent shivers through her body.
I unzipped her plaid mini skirt, still 'round her waist, and let it slide to the floor before gently easing her blouse off her shoulders and letting it fall onto the desk. She was now naked before me, but for her socks, sneakers, necklace, and school tie.
I pushed my hips forward and slid the tip of my cock inside her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me as I gently pushed more firmly and slid all the way in, she gasped, her pussy gripping my cock tightly, and a feeling of euphoria washed over me.
I kept still enjoying the intense feeling of being deep inside her, knowing that if I moved an inch now, it would send me over the edge, and I'd blow my load. The feeling passed and I began to gently slide my cock out then back in, her young pussy as slick and welcoming as I could wish for, and pushed up against her cervix, another bead of sweat ran down my back. She tensed her abs as we made love, and I was lost in the moment, buried deep inside a beautiful girl, the fear of being caught still lingering in my mind, but also never wanting the moment to end.
I gently pulled out of her, to try and prolong the pleasure, and buried my face between her legs again lapping at her hot, wet clit and labia. After a few minutes I stood up again and pushed my cock back inside her and started fucking her with long hard strokes, the desk rocking with each thrust inside her. Abi could sense I was getting close.
"I want you to cum all over me," she begged, and I upped the pace again, our bodies as one, connected by my cock.
Within moments of thrusting hard and fast, I started to feel my orgasm rising, and my body started to tingle. I waited until the last possible moment, reached down and pulled my cock out of her pussy, pumping it hard with my right hand and sprayed my cum onto her toned stomach, breasts, chest and her school tie, surprising myself at both the power of my orgasm and the amount of cum, not aware I was almost growling with the release.
I half-collapsed on top of her. She was now lying down, her bare back on the cool surface of the desk, as exhausted as I was. I kissed her again, long and slow kisses as my erection melted away, a feeling of ecstasy lingering between us. I helped her to sit up.
"It's a good job you got me naked," she giggled, looking at her cum covered body. I slumped down on the office chair, spent, happy, but with the pang of guilt on the periphery of my mind. Abi helped herself to the box of tissues on the desk and cleaned herself up. She started to get dressed, pulled on her mini skirt over her pert ass and buttoned up her blouse, covering up her breasts, the grin never leaving her face.
"Told you the wait was worth it. Until next time, Sir," she said cheekily as she bent down to kiss me.
Then, with a coy glance over her shoulder, she opened the office door, collected her bra, panties, and bag, unlocked the classroom door, and disappeared.
I sat there for a while, the sun sinking lower behind the poplar trees, completely drained.
I suddenly looked at the clock on the wall and realized I needed to get going, I quickly got dressed, stuffed the cum soaked tissues into my pocket, gathered my things and left. I said goodbye to the cleaners on my way out as I walked past them in the corridor; there was no going back now, things had changed, and who knows what would happen next....
