A teacher’s fixation

Teacher Paul Travis never played with his students before, until young redhead Marissa transferred in…

Paul had been a high school teacher for 15 years. In all that time he had never once looked at any of his students as anything but kids to teach. Even when some of the other male, and sometimes female, teachers would comment on what this girl or this guy was doing or wearing, Paul never joined in. He typically just walked off. He never thought about his students that way. He was pretty sure some of the other guys thought he was gay.

That all changed when a new student joined the school. Marissa transferred in from across town early in her sophomore year. She was a striking redhead. 5′ 5″ tall, maybe 5′ 7″ tops. She was thin without being too thin. She was physically fit looking but not in an athletic kind of way. Her legs, which oddly enough was the first thing Paul noticed, were so incredibly shaped. The curves from her calves to the back of knees, to her thighs… They were perfection! The began at the most perfect looking ass Paul had ever seen. The first time he saw her she was wearing yoga pants, or some sort of form-fitting stretch pants. The kind all the girls wore as pants these days. Every curve was defined and highlighted. Her shirt was baggy, but Paul happened to notice her lifting something up to a high shelf at her locker which lifted it enough to show off her ass and for Paul to see that her perfect ass and hips tapered to a thin waist. Over the next year he spotted her around the school, at assembly, sporting events, etc.. He got a chance to see her in all sorts of clothes that let him figure out her body head to toe. She had plump breasts. Very full looking. Her pale freckled cleavage always looked so nice when it was on display. Her face was just as beautiful as her body. Big green eyes, lush looking lips… Striking features framed by her long bright red hair.

Paul noticed her a lot, but so did all the other men. He heard them commenting on the skirt she wore one day that may have been a little too short for code, but none of them said anything, or the top that allowed them to look down her blouse… Paul came to the conclusion that all male teachers were perverts whether they’d admit it or not. He still didn’t join in the talks, but he had noticed everything that they had.

Paul was walking through the lunch room one day and saw Marissa sitting with her friends. She was laughing and during a particular uproarious moment, opened her legs a little too wide. Paul’s eyes immediately went to the area in between them and spotted pale blue panties. Even the quick look he could tell they were lace and somewhat translucent. he could swear he saw flashes of red!

Paul put his tray away and nearly jogged to the bathroom before anyone would notice the bulge that was growing in his pants. He locked himself in a stall. He dropped his pants and sat at the toilet with his cock pointing straight up. He stroked himself off right there and then, trying to not make much noise in case anyone else came into the room. He felt ashamed that he just jacked off with young Marissa in his mind. With her thought of her red hair cascading across his chest as she rode him, with her large breasts gently bouncing above him…

He cleared his head and wiped himself clean. ‘Never again!’ He thought to himself.

And he did pretty well for the next few months. It was prom and he was “asked” to be a chaperone. He begrudgingly agreed and he found himself hangin out along the walls as the kids jumped and danced and yelled. He just had to make sure nothing got out of hand. No drugs, alcohol, fights, and so on.

He needed a break from the cachaphony and decided he’d wander the outer halls to check for any kids that might have tried to find quiet spots. The halls seemed pretty quiet until he came to the furthest hall from the dance hall. He thought he heard someone. He rounded the corner and saw Marissa sitting on the floor with her head in her hands, crying.

“Marissa? Are you OK?”

“Huh?!” Marissa startled and quickly tried to wipe the tears from her face. “Mr. Travis.. yeah.. I’m.. I’m OK”

“Young women sitting on the floor crying usually aren’t OK. If there is anything I can do…”

“No.. Yeah… go expel Brad Markling!”

“Ah… Your date is not going too well?” She and Mark had been an item for several weeks.

“Oh, I just caught him making out with Stephanie Gresham, so, no. It isn’t going very well.”

“Damn. Sorry… Some guys just don’t know how good they have it.”

‘What?”

Shit! Paul thought he said that last part in his head. “Nothing…”

“You’re right though! What does she have that I don’t? I would have made out with him! Tonight I was going to…” she trailed off.

“Look. Brad is a jerk. Even the teachers think so! maybe you don’t want to hear something like this, but you can do better.”

‘Sniff’… “Thanks”.

“Here…” He handed her some tissues that he had in his pocket.

She wiped her tears and quietly blew her nose. “Tonight was going to be special. I didn’t even get a chance to dance.”

“I saw you out there on the floor!”

“Slow dance. I never got to slow dance”

As if on cue, the music that was still audible, but at a more acceptable level, changed to a slower song.

“Well, then allow me to help.” Paul held out his hand.

“What? What do you mean?”

“May I have this dance? If you don’t mind dancing with an old guy?”

Marissa took his hand and stood up. She smiled sheepishly. “You aren’t THAT old…”

“Thanks, I think.'” They both laughed a little.

Paul took her hand and she put the other hand on his waist. Paul put his hand just above her hip and they began to sway to the music.

“You know… Some of the other girls would be really jealous right now.”

“Really! That’s funny. I’ve never noticed.”

“I think that is why they like you, I mean, you look good and you don’t perve over them.”

“Well, don’t tell anyone. This is OUR dance and ours alone.” He winked and smiled.

She smiled and leaned in to him closer. As they danced she moved closer and closer until their bodies were touching. She put her head on his shoulder.

Paul let her do it. He knew better but it felt so good to be this close to her. Her hair against his face, her bosom pressed against his chest…

“Feeling better?” He asked.

She looked up at him and planted a kiss on his lips.

Paul stopped moving. He didn’t return the kiss. He just stared into her face. She pulled away and looked up at him. Neither spoke.
He suddenly felt lost in those green eyes. He lost control and grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in for another kiss. This time they both participated.

It was a wild kiss. All the pent up passion Paul felt was rushing out of him and he wanted to devour her! Their kisses broke long enough for them to get their breath. They were both panting rapidly.

“Marissa, I… You are so beautiful, but.. we can’t… we can’t…” He kissed her again. He didn’t realize his hand had fallen to her ass.. He noticed now and grabbed it. He got more dress than anything but, the thought…

“It’s OK, Mr. Travis… I really like you. I’ve seen you looking at me, and I liked it. I’ve wanted to say something but…”

Paul looked around and saw a storage room off the hall. He grabbed her hand and led her to it. It was unlocked! He pulled her in and shut the door behind them. An automatic motion sensing light clicked on.

Paul and Marissa clawed at each other, pulling clothes off. Her dress unzipped for the back and plopped onto the floor leaving her in a strapless bra, white lace panties, and white thigh high stockings.

Paul threw off his sport coat. Marissa unbuttoned his shirt as fast she the could as he whipped off his belt and undid his pants. They dropped in a heap on the floor next to Marissa’s dress.

Paul grabbed Marissa’s panties and pulled to the floor. He was so happy to find a bright red fire bush beneath them.
He buried his face in her soft red pubes and let his tongue explore. He found her slit and moved his face down to allow his tongue to violate her lips, tasting of her forbidden pussy.
The smell and taste was intoxicating! He moaned as much as she did.

He moved her against the wall and lifted her up, positioning her sweet red pussy over his cock. He thrust it in causing her to yell out, and he quickly kissed her to muffle her noises.

His cock was buried deep in the amazing 16 year old girl that had had so much of his attention the last few months. He thrust it as deep as he could, pulled it back then pushed it it in again. He fucked her fast and hard. Her pussy became wetter and wetter. It splashed with every thrust!

“Fuck… Marissa… I’m going to cum soon…”

“Not in me! Don’t come in me! Please don’t!” She gasped.

She tried to pull herself off of him, and he let her… his dick flicked out of her pussy and stood soaked and ready to explode.
She dropped to her knees and took it into her mouth. With only a few movements of her tongue Paul unloaded down her throat.

She sucked him dry and swallowed every drop.

She stood up and hugged Paul tightly.

“We, we should get dressed. My friends will be looking for me” She said.

Paul watched her use some towels that were on a shelf to wipe her wet pussy dry before pulling her panties back on.
Despite Paul feeling in absolute heaven, he regretted not seeing her red bush covered in his cum.

“You can’t tell ANYONE about this! Right?!” Paul begged.

“I know. I learned my lesson. Why do you think I had to switch schools?”

Paul looked a little stunned… “You’ll have to fill me in on that sometime.”

“Sure!” She said and kissed him again.

They finished fessing and after making sure the coast was clear, went back to the dance.

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