“You know I'm not patient,” she smiled as his lips and tongue slipped between her breasts, making their way lower to her stomach.She felt his fing...rs at the top of her shorts as his mouth moved lower. She could feel his hot breath through the fabric of her shorts as he made his way lower. She reached down and undid her shorts, pushing at them to get them off, but he grabbed her hands and held them at her sides as his tongue slipped inside her shorts and traced the top of her panties. He let go. He immediately apologized and showed me the bathroom to fix the mess. I looked at him angrily and moved inside the washroom. I tried to rub the wet fabric with my handkerchief so that it dries up soon.A minute later I heard and knock on the door. I opened the door bolt and peeped outside. The same male teacher was at the door. He pushed the door and got inside. I was shocked by his action. But he came inside, closed the door bolt behind him. I was still in a state of shock.He was looking at me. Some of the prospects seem a little bit scary. Those are the ones I am waiting for. Most of the men tell me I am “cute” when they meet me. That is the word that has followed me my whole life. I hate that word. I've rarely been pretty, never beautiful. However, if they say “cute and sexy” they have a chance. I think I am “cute” because I am a little shorter than average. I have a nice smile and perky tits. Girls with long legs and big tits are rarely “cute” I think. Despite the height. . you are doing it again. Your weight is too far back on the blocks - it’ll take you and extra half a second to shift the weight forward to the point where it can work for you. So pull yourself forward till I say stop, ok? And remember that you won’t have to hold this position for long - it isn’t supposed to be comfortable, got it?” He said standing back and looking at my body which probably was nothing more than legs, arms, and a jutting butt. I pulled myself forward on the blocks, feeling.