And he loved it. Every last, lustful second of it. I’d known him since high school. He was that one person who, to the eye, is absolutely perfect: ...iercing green eyes, dazzling bright smile, and a gorgeously toned body that even most of the female teachers swooned over. He was more of a man than any of the male teachers, with broad shoulders and tanned skin. Seemingly perfect on the outside. Despite all of this, I had always thought he was a bit of a dick. He seemed to always have a different. “Are you not going to write the essay?”She looked up, smiling.“I thought maybe I didn’t have to,” she giggled. “I know what you are. I’ve seen you looking at me.”“What am I?” I asked.“You’re a fucking lezzie,” she sneered.I took the few steps necessary to close the distance between the door and her desk and leant down and kissed her hard on the mouth. My eyes locked on hers as my fingers ran through her hair and tightened their grip.As I pushed my tongue into her mouth, I felt her sucking it,. She asked me whether I ever had sex in my life. I was really confused now whether to tell her about Glory or not. But then I decided not to ‘coz I was not sure how she is going to react to it.I said I never had a chance. Hearing that she said there is no wonder why am so fond of her. Then she asked me how often I used to masturbate. I said I do it every day and I also told her that I used to do it watching her out of my window. She was surprised to hear that but she seemed to love what she. She smile's to herself and starts walksing towards the kitchen but stops when she hears something fall to the floor in the living room and shatter. She jumps at the sound and then hears children giggling?She goes into the living room scared shitless, it was pretty big room with wooden floors, a big red and white rug in the middle, two big red couches a 50 inch tv on the wall and two big sheleves fillwed with books and movies. She walks over to the big white fireplace and looks at the floor.