When I was in tenth grade I spent much of my time stoned and..
🕑 Added 2021-03-24 04:30:29 +0000 UTC
When I was in tenth grade I spent much of my time stoned and with an abusive boyfriend. I was shy, nerdy, and school was (as always) not fun... except for science class.
See, my best friend Lindsey had that class with me. Instead of feeling alone in a room full of enemies, I got to work on assignments with my friend. HOWEVER, she spent most of each class teasing me. You see, even better than Lindsey's presence by my side, was being in the same room as my crush. No, it wasn't Nick, the weird boy who made gross comments in my ear about sucking dick and the like, and it wasn't my boyfriend, it was the teacher - Mr. B.
Mr. B was in his 30s with an absolutely devilish smile that had my heart on day one. I heard he was dating a teacher at a different school, but I mean... who even was she? No one, right? Right. This is my fantasy so I'll think what I want! At least that's what I would tell Lindsey, who would giggle and make jokes about how I should stay after class and ask for "extra credit" (sextra credit is in the top worst puns of all time.)
I never did such, but Mr. B did come to my rescue when the comments from classmate Nick got too disgusting. My hero! O, how desperate I was for him. But, drugs and abuse were my outside of school activities and they took over. The next year I left for independent study, and saw little of Lindsey, and none of Mr. B, ever again.
Years passed. Another abusive boyfriend came and went, followed by one who I believe could have been deadly if not escaped from. Finally, for the first time since my freshman year of HS, I was single for a prolonged period of time. I got clean (today I'm 1735 days clean from heroin, crack, alcohol, pills, weed, and all of my other substance vices that took away about a decade of my life) and left behind every friend I had, as they were all addicts with no intention of recovering.
Why all the back story? Well, you needed to know my mindset. Lonely, recovering from drug addiction, paranoid about past relationships. I got to my lowest point of depression and just after Christmas, a decade after taking his class, I used Google to find the email address of my dear Mr. B.
"O Mr. B, how very pleasing you are to the eyes. If only you'd have boinked me on your desk after class. Best teacher I ever had, 11/10 would take your class again." (Okay, maybe it was much more along the lines of "hey you made a year of HS bearable which means a lot when everything else really sucked and you've been on my mind ever since so.. thanks.")
Wouldn't you know it, just a few days of emailing and he asked if I would like to have coffee. Me? And my long time hot crush??? Coffee?!?! I don't drink coffee but man, I can fake it!
It may not seem like it, but in real life I am UNBEARABLY shy. It is off-putting to most. I cannot order my own food at a restaurant and I shop exclusively at places with self checkout. I am very awkward and my shyness is painful until we get to know each other. As connected as I felt in our emails, it's almost worse for me to befriend someone online because I feel even more nervous when meeting in person... am I the same person IRL as I am URL? Are you?
In the parking lot of a Starbucks, I sat messaging my long lost teacher, too nervous to exit my car. FINALLY, on a cold January evening, I stumbled awkwardly to where he was parked in the crowded parking lot.
There was that devilish smile. He looked identical to the teacher I had watched with hearts in my eyes a decade earlier. Same voice, and when he spoke I have no clue how I didn't faint.
What do we do now? Awkward ex-student is suddenly pressed against cute teacher from years ago in a crowded parking lot... Ah! Of course! He put his hand in my pants and played with my wet hole. I MAY have been dreaming, but he says to this day that it happened so...
And with that, cumming on my teachers fingers outside of a Trader Joe's/Starbucks, I was addicted. Better than heroin, right? I began seeing him as often as I could, which wasn't nearly enough. He had married that other teacher talked about years previously, so secrets needed to be kept, but dangit if I wasn't better at giving attention to my adored one. How his cock fit in my mouth was too perfect to say it wasn't meant to be!
It was a beautiful affair. Meeting on lunch breaks to get my favourite snack - his cum always tasted so good, I would avoid even drinking water for ages after I'd swallow him just so I could keep the taste in my mouth.
Years of abusive relationships made my list of pleasant sexual experiences incredibly short, but Mr. B added to them quickly. Getting a hotel and sneaking away for a weekend, I can truly say that switching between sex, sucking his delicious cock, and being held by him was in my top experiences as a human. I'm wet just from typing this up.
We had our spots, I'd pick him up on his lunch break and for an hour we would go to our own world where no one else was allowed and I got to enjoy my new favourite activity: taking him in my mouth, feeling him with my tongue, and coming close to cumming myself just from hearing how he enjoyed my lips around him.
Eventually, I even got to taste his cum after sucking him off during his free period in his classroom at my old school. It was as if I was the student who finally asked for that special kind of extra credit.
He couldn't tell me he loved me. What a strange thing for me to get upset about, I now think. It was there, whether he could say it or not. I knew his reasons... but eventually felt reality crashing down. I was the side piece to a man with a family. I couldn't be more important, because that's how things go, and I respect that. Sigh. Such a downer ending...
...except, not really. We still talk. I can pretend my feelings don't run as deep as they did, but I'm a bipolar artist with better long term memory than I'd like, with vivid dreams that Mr. B makes an appearance in regularly.
Maybe not the most raunchy story you've read, nor the raunchiest I could tell (abusive relationships lead to all kinds of bizarre sex, for better or worse.) It is a story that holds a lot of positive emotion for me, and I figured maybe someone on here may enjoy a true tale of a student and teacher. If not, there are over 6000 naked photos of me on here, just look at them while remembering how much I truly love sucking cock and swallowing cum. ๐
