I did a double take as I watched her type something into the keyboard, only to have my phone go off a second later. I began to panic. Was I sexting wi...h my teacher?! What the hell was wrong with me? No, Im not sure its her yet, it could be a coincidence. But it all fits! Thoughts raced through my head, I had to be sure. I pulled up the schools website and clicked the Staff icon, sifting through the photos. I stopped when I found my chemistry teacher. Kate Philips it read. My heart pounded in my. I just couldn't get her smile out of my mind. That days lessons probaby should have been free. I was not really there. I went home with the same mindset, she was all I could picture, all I could think about. I got home and looked at the stained shirt and wondered how bad it would be when I could get it cleaned. Like most of my shirts it was a concert tee from a show I had enjoyed. I didn't have any music on tap for tonight so I settled in. I wasn't on the schedule the next day and I was fairly. She liked a man like that and would have asked him first if he hadn't beat her to it.So they had lunch and got to know each other better. Lunch turned to dinners and he was always the perfect gentleman. Never drank more than a glass of wine, always walked her to her door after the dates but never came in when offered a nightcap. How on earth was she going to pull off her plan if the guy was so determined to 'court her the right way'. Its the twenty-first century for Christ sake. People met. My fingertip found its target and I heard her gasp. “Do you want to try?” I asked, leaving the question incomplete. She nodded, speechless once again. I climbed onto the bed and straddled her ass. Her motion slowed to a stop as she felt me spread her ass for my cock. I rubbed it into the crack of her ass and coated it with her juices. I leaned over her and hissed into her ear, “I want your ass.” I pressed my stiff cock to her asshole and finding no resistance, slid into her up to the.