Teacher gets virgin student crazy with lust.
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How Mr Barnes Seduced Me
I’d been held back a year in school when my father died, so when I started senior year I was already 18. Some of my old best friends were going off to college and I felt a little depressed about having to go to high school for another year. I was determined to get into a good college though, and hopefully get a scholarship to cover some of the costs of my further education since my mother didn’t earn a big income and most of my dad’s life insurance payouts for me ended when I turned 18.
During the first week I asked my Math, English, Spanish and Biology teachers for work that would earn me extra credits and that would look good on my college application and they were happy to comply seeing as how I was a straight A student that they never had any trouble with. Mr Barnes was my biology teacher and he said that he would help me run some lab experiments, but it would mean early mornings and late afternoons in the lab. I didn’t mind. I wanted to study biology at college so it was just the thing I needed for my application. I also knew that Mr Barnes’s alma mater was very prestigious and if he could write me a recommendation I stood a very good chance of getting in.
By mid-October I was getting used to the early mornings in the lab. Mr Barnes was usually there to help me as my research was part of a bigger project that he was doing for the college in our town. We’d developed a camaraderie and I felt more at ease with him than I did with any other teacher. In fact, I felt more at ease with him than I did with most of my fellow students. One day as the halls emptied at the end of the school day, I walked into Mr Barnes’s lab and I could see how excited he was. He waved me over to look in the microscope and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Our experiment was working beyond our wildest expectations. I looked back at Mr Barnes.
“Did you see it, Millie?” he asked excitedly.
“I saw it, Mr Barnes,” I replied. “I saw it, but I can hardly believe my eyes!”
“Me neither, this is fantastic. And the best part is, if this develops the way I hope, you’re going to be able to skip first year biology at college and go straight into second year. What you will learn here will be far more valuable to you than anything anyone will do during their first year of college.”
“Oh, thank you, Mr Barnes!” I threw myself around his neck and hugged him. I’d already confessed to him how I felt left out when everybody I started school with so many years ago had gone off to college. “This is the best feeling I’ve had for a long time.”
“I know,” Mr Barnes replied, his hands resting on my waist. “It’s better than sex.”
I blushed. “I wouldn’t know.”
“A beautiful girl like you?” He looked genuinely surprised. “I would have thought that you’d have a boyfriend.”
I sighed. “All the boys here at school are so immature. You know as well as I do that the majority of the students here aren’t very interested in academics. Those of us who are wanting to study and go to college to learn, and not just party, are seen as freaks.”
“That’s true,” he looked pensive. “So why don’t you have an older boyfriend? Someone who shares your interests?”
“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “I guess I’m so busy studying that I don’t socialise much, and on the weekend I have to work all day. I must sound awfully boring to you.”
He laughed softly. “You don’t sound boring at all. You sound exactly like me at that age. Where were you when I was looking for a girlfriend who wasn’t an airhead cheerleader?”
I giggled. “Probably in my sandbox!”
He laughed and pulled away to pick some books off his shelves. “You’re probably right. I’m 32 and you’re 18. I’m your teacher. I shouldn’t see certain things in you.”
“See what?” I was confused.
“I shouldn’t see how tight your shirts are across your chest. I shouldn’t see how your breasts bounce while you’re walking. I shouldn’t see how small your waist is or how perfectly rounded your ass is. I shouldn’t see your perfectly shaped thighs. And most of all I shouldn’t see how your hair looks like golden honey and wonder if there’s more of that colour elsewhere on your body.”
I was flabbergasted. I’d never been spoken to like that, least of all by a man who could probably have any woman he wanted.
“I’m sorry, Millie,” he smiled at me. “I shouldn’t have said that. Let’s get on with our work.”
The rest of that afternoon we worked as normal, but all of a sudden I was aware of him brushing up against me and the jolts when our fingers met as he handed me something. When I was getting ready for bed that night I looked at myself in the mirror. My golden blonde hair reached far down my back. I wore contact lenses so as not to cover my blue eyes. I had high cheekbones and full lips. I was only 5’5″ tall, and quite curvy. I was already wearing d-cup bras and my hips were very rounded. My grandma called them childbearing hips. My tits were still very firm for that size and each was crowned by a bright pink nipple. My stomach was flat and I kept my blonde bush neatly trimmed. I blushed as I looked at my bush and remembered Mr Barnes’s words about whether I had more golden hair. I felt a sudden urge to show him.
All of a sudden I stopped thinking of Mr Barnes as my teacher, and started thinking about him as a man. He wasn’t the tallest man I’d ever seen, but at 6′ he was quite a bit taller than me. He had broad shoulders and a solid build. His hair was short and a bit wild, the type of hair that always looks like it needs to be cut again. He usually had a bit of a stubble going and when he wore v-neck t-shirts you could tell that he had a hairy chest. If someone had asked me what my ideal man looked like, Mr Barnes was pretty close to perfect. I wondered whether he had a girlfriend. I was sure that he’d never be interested in an inexperienced little girl like me, but as I was drifting off to sleep that night I fantasised about his hands on my body again, only this time with me not wearing any clothes.
The next morning I dressed with care. I wore my tightest shirt and a skirt that was almost glued to my ass. I stopped at my locker to drop off my things before heading to the biology lab so that I wouldn’t be pressing any books against my chest and stopping my tits from bouncing.
“Good morning, Mr Barnes,” I greeted him as I entered the lab.
He turned around and let his eyes take me in from top to bottom. “Good morning, beautiful. You look like you’re in a good mood.”
“I am! What shall we do today?”
“Ah, today we have to take the readings from all these samples, move them over there, and then document the data.”
The lab was rather cramped and we worked quietly. We soon got a rhythm going where Mr Barnes would hand things over to me and I would be in charge of relocating them. Ever so often his arms would brush against my tits. He didn’t seem to notice, but for me it was agony. Each time I felt his arm against my tits I could feel my nipples growing harder and my pussy getting wetter. I was starting to realise that I wanted Mr Barnes in a very sexual way.
A few days later Mr Barnes started talking about boyfriends again.
“I’ve noticed that the captain of the football team has been paying attention to you, Millie. Don’t sell yourself short by going out with him, you deserve much better. A real man.”
Yet another couple of days later he remarked on a guest speaker that we had had in class.
“Mr Jeminski really liked you, Millie. I could see it in his eyes.”
Then the next day I was wearing a particularly tight t-shirt.
“You look really sexy in that shirt, Millie. I think it’s so hot that your nipples are showing like that.”
Another couple of days went by.
“It’s hard for a guy to concentrate when your cleavage is on show like that.”
The next day it was my trousers.
“They’re so tight on your ass that it looks like you’re not wearing any underwear, I guess you’ve got a thong.”