“I knew it would be,” I said. I held her close as she met my body with hers and then I asked her, “Do you want to get on top of me?”
She shook her head. “This is so good, I can ride your dick the way I want to.” And she straddled me with her legs across me and moved up and down on my dick as it grew heavy and hard in her. “I’m coming Kristian all over your dick, suck my breasts. Suck my breasts.” She leaned her breast in my mouth and I sucked her nipples as I began coming inside her. I had so much cum it flowed and flowed down her pussy and on her legs and over us.
My dreams were realized and I had satisfied Angela, and she fulfilled my dreams of being in her, and sleeping next to her as my partner and love. Our bond was complete.
The End
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Chapter 1
It wasn’t easy sitting in Mr. Logan’s class every day. I couldn’t concentrate on my papers or lessons. He is so handsome, I thought I would die every time I came to class, and I would watch as his girlfriend met him and they would ride off in her car. At night I dreamed of that being me and I lay in his arms. His hair dark with lush black eye lashes over his lavender eyes. The girls in my senior science class would purposefully wear no underwear and sit at the front of the class.
He would look down to the floor sometimes turning his back trying to avoid them, and a small smile would cross his face and he would blush. Then he would excuse himself and go in his closet. I could imagine what he was doing in there but whatever it was didn’t take long and he would be out again as if nothing happened.
I sat in the back of the class because I wanted to daydream about him without calling attention to myself. There wasn’t much going on that year in his class. Then he announced that next week would be his last day. He was leaving in the middle of the year. I fantasized that it could have been all sorts of things that would make him want to pack up and run away. Like all the girls in the school wanting a piece of his fine seductive body and maybe the temptation of girls with their open legs and mounds of bush was too tempting and he was trying to get out of there before he ended up in jail.
On hearing his announcement I was frantic. I wanted him even if I had to throw myself at him. So I devised a plan. I knew that his girlfriend had a child and I could offer to babysit just to be near him. So I walked up to him after class. “Mr. Logan I’m sorry to see you go. I’ll miss you,” I said meeting his gaze.
“Why that’s sweet of you Nina, but I’m transferring to the high school in the next county. It’s not far from here.” He watched at me, taking in my hair and eyes, and smiled. “I can’t teach here any longer. You are the only girl that hasn’t exposed her...” He almost said pussy. But he caught himself. And he took my hair and placed it behind my ear. “Look at you. You don’t dress like the other girls. I like a girl to act and dress like a little girl. Although you are seventeen...”
“No Mr. Logan, I’m eighteen.” When I said that his big lavender eyes with the thick lashes flickered.
I lied.
“But you look like you are fifteen. The way you dress. That short pleated red and black skirt with the white shirt and long white stockings drives me crazy,” he said smiling and I looked down and his cock was hard as a rock. He placed his hand there. Not to hide it but to let me know I could have it if I so desired.
“What do you mean Mr. Logan?” I pretended that I didn’t see anything. He turned away from me and wrote on the board.
“When I walked into the closet it.... It was because.” He couldn’t finish his statement and he turned around and strode up to me and gave me a kiss on the forehead. I wanted more than just a kiss on the head.
I couldn’t bring myself to tell him I was indeed seventeen. And I looked much younger because I was small and was about five feet two. I didn’t wear heels.
“Well Mr. Logan, I came to tell you that if you needed me to babysit for your girlfriend I would be glad to do it.
“Would you babysit for me if I wanted you to?”
“I didn’t know you had children,” I said to him.
“I don’t, but I could use some help with my lesson plans. I need to understand how to reach some of the students and you can help me and I can mentor you,” he said with a raised eyebrow.
“Great,” I said. “What day?”
“How about this Friday?” He said looking down on me.
“What time?” I asked.
“Is eight o’clock OK?” He scribbled something on a piece of paper and gave it to me. I opened it and it was his address. He lived in a large house on Mocking Bird lane. I knew that house. It was around the corner from my home. I could walk there.
“Yes,” I said, and I rushed out of his class.