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The following is a true story.



So, I am a highschool Spanish teacher. I've had this student, Ashley, since her sophomore year. She was and still is beautiful. Her semi-long, dirty blonde hair caught rays of light in an unbelievable manner. When I looked into her crystal blue eyes and realized she was looking back, my knees would almost buckle. We would discreetly flirt- She'd give me a sexy wink as she passed my class on her way to her art class, a lot of eye contact was made during class, or I would let my thigh brush against her hand on the edge of the desk as I walked by. She'd sit in my room everyday for lunch and we'd talk the whole time. It was so nice to connect with her about actual stuff, not stuff we do in class.

She had just turned 18 a few months before completing her senior year. I asked if she would like to help clean out my room after all the students left on the last day of school. She gladly accepted.

After sitting in the cafe for two boring hours until all the students left, she came to my room. She was wearing a white tanktop that showed just enough skin, navy blue shorts and her signature flip flops. We got to work immediately. As she bent over and picked up a stack of books, I could see every muscle of her back working under her snug fitting tank. I think she caught Ankara escort me staring at the sliver of skin peeking out from the bottom of her shirt.

A few hours passed and the room was spotless. We were talking about pretty much nothing when I suddenly found my self kissing her perfect, velvety lips. I felt butterflies fluttering in my stomach and tingling between my legs. The kissed lasted for at least 15 seconds and she said, *quot;I don't think we should be doing this here,*quot;

*quot;How about we leave and you follow me to my place?*quot;

My house is only 20 minutes from the school, but it felt like an eternity getting there. Trying to pass the time, I imagined how it would feel to wrap my arms around her warm body. I was so wet for her. Surprisingly my car seat was totally dry when I got out.

I opened her car door, taking her hand and led her to the door. As soon as we got in she kissed me, massaging my tongue with hers. Up against the wall she lifted my arms above my head, lacing her fingers between mine. I turned the tables and she was on the wall. As I was kissing down her neck she pulled my shirt over my head. I led her down the hall to the bedroom and we fell onto the bed. Stripping her clothes off her, you could defintely tell she was a member of the track team-- her stomach was flat and had so many Ankara escort bayan different contours as I ran my fingers over every inch. Her legs were perfectly toned and supermodel long. I tenderly kissed her lips as I lowered my weight onto her pelvis. There was a certain spot I kissed on her neck where I could feel her heart pounding. It was beating so fast.

*quot;Are you okay?*quot; I asked.

*quot;Yes. I'm just a little nervous. This is my first time,*quot; she replied.

I kissed her breasts softly ans sucked her young nipples. As I trailed down her stomach to her perfectly manicured pussy, her back arched and she let out a soft moan. I returned to her lips, massaging her award winning thighs. As I slipped 3 fingers into her young, soaking wet pussy, I heard her make a sound that sounded as though she felt a bit of pain.

*quot;Did I hurt you?*quot;

*quot;No, don't stop,*quot; she answered between shallow breaths.

Slowly moving my fingers in and out of her I began to lick her throbbing clit. Her hips raised and she put one hand on the back of my head, running her fingers through my hair. This sent chills down my back which almost caused me to orgasm right then and there. I felt the muscles of her vagina tighten around my fingers. Still licking and sucking her clit, she released her flood of love fluid. She was Escort Ankara moaning so loud by this time and she tasted so sweet. She rolled on top of me rubbing my breasts, causing my nipples to become hard as diamonds. She licked down my stomach. Although it wasn't as flat and toned as hers, she must have been turned on my it because she reached down and I saw her massaging her pussy.

The way her tongue moved so rapidly on my clit sent me over the edge. It didn't seem like this was her first time. I couldn't hold back any longer. I came the hardest I ever have and she hungrily drank my come.

We began kissing and as I kissed her neck she lifted her mouth to my ear and whispered, *quot; I think I love you,*quot; and drifted off to sleep in my embrace.

In the morning I was watching her sleep. She looked like an angel. When she awoke, she turned and looked straight into my eyes. Her eyes were so beautiful. I felt like there was nothing else that mattered when I looked into them. She rolled over, placed her head on my shoulder with her mouth against my neck and her arm around my waist.

*quot;Actually, I know I love you,*quot; she whispered.

*quot;I love you too, sweetie.*quot; And I didn't love her because she was a great fuck (although that's not a bad thing), I loved her because of she was--her personality, her cute little giggle and just everything about her.

Still remembering how it felt to lie there with her wrapped up in me, I realize that nothing has changed about that feeling since then. It's been two great years and I couldn't be happier.