School Appropriate Story

Disclaimer: Student/Teacher. None of the events within are real.

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This is Kristina continuing her story for Mr. Davis. (To read the story from the beginning, go to part one, then here.)


“I can’t teach you here. Well, what you are asking to be taught. World War I, yeah. War of the Roses, most definitely. French Revolution, why not? Fellatio? Hell, no.”

They were still in his office. Apparently the “then teach” comment had struck a chord with him.

“Elsewhere, then?” She asked innocently.

“No… we can’t do this. It’s immoral.” He restated.

“Fine. Do you remember where I live?”

What? He thought. How could he forget?

“Come there, tonight. 6 o’clock. My mother won’t be home, and I won’t have company…”

“And what if your mother comes home?”

“She won’t.” Crystal answered calmly before walking out of the door, leaving a perplexed Mr. David behind.


Crystal was not honestly expecting her teacher, but was ready for him if he decided to come. She had shaved her legs and more private regions, just in case.

She heard a knock on her door at 6:10.

Mr. David was there. He had appeared.

“I’m here to teach,” he announced.

He stepped through the door, ducking a little; after all, he was 6’ something.

“I brought a contract.” Mr. David said, digging into his pocket and then brandishing it like a sword.

“Oh, I guess that is to be expected…” Crystal said as she began to skim through it. “Will not tell anyone…okay. Will not expect current grade to change based on activities from hereafter…I wasn’t. This contract is a written form of consent. Obviously. Do we need a notary?” She asked. Mr. David shook his head. “Cool.” Then she took a pen from the counter and signed it.

“Come to my room…” she said as she began to walk to her room, with her hips swaying excessively, obviously trying to be seductive.

Following her to her room, which was adorned with pictures of Metallica and Pantera, Mr. David, upon entering the room, told her to never walk like that again. He had also nearly run into the wall once or twice.

“Are you drunk?” She asked her teacher as he clumsily fell off of the bed as he tried to sit down.

“Not drunk, I’ve just had a shot or two.”

Crystal shook her head, and grabbed him by the tie and pulled him
towards her. “That better not impair your ability to teach…”

“Much better.” He said. He began to stroke her chocolate locks. Her hair was surprisingly soft. “Are you a virgin?” He asked softly.

“Yeah…?”

“Okay. I won’t do anything that might ruin your virginity.”

Crystal drew back, not really understanding what he was saying. “You won’t do anything to take my virginity? Ohhh, you do have a heart!”

“Don’t go around saying that. It’ll ruin my reputation as the badass I am.” Mr. David said seriously.

“You don’t have a toupee, do you?”

“Uh, no. Why?” He asked at this random question.

“Because I’d kill myself if you did, and I did this...” she drew herself close to his ear, which meant getting on her knees on her bed, while he was simply sitting, and he could feel her hot breath on his ear, as a hand reached over and unbuttoned his belt.

Mr. David was relatively skinny, so she could wrap her arms around him with ease, and rest one hand on the inside of his lap, and pull away the belt with the other, all the time breathing softly on an ear.

“Are you sure you need to be taught?” He asked as she pulled off the belt entirely.

“I watch a lot of porn.”

He noticed that her right hand was moving to the button of his pants. Grabbing her hand, he said, “You know it’s not fair if I’m entirely naked and you are not even missing a single article of clothing.”

“I’m not wearing panties.”

He turned to face her. She had a dimly lit room. Her face was pale, and her brunette hair wasn’t shimmery, but she was still beautiful. How could he have not noticed before?

He reached for her, and wrapped his arm around her, brought her close. He began to nuzzle her neck, and because he had not shaved before he came, his stubble scratched her neck. Normally, she might have thought it irritating, but with the warmth that emanated from his face, there was no risk of that. Pleasant may not have been the most accurate description in the world, but it was comforting.

He held her tight. She was warm, soft, and real. He didn’t want to let her go, but he did after about a minute. They broke the embrace slowly, and as they were parting, Crystal closed her eyes and put her face towards Mr. David’s. He put his lips gently on hers. Her mouth parted a little, and Mr. David sent his tongue in to explore this small cavern. Her tongue was eagerly awaiting his.

As his tongue entered her mouth, she felt a jolt in her lower regions, totally unknown to her. She had made out before, but never had she felt so excited without much of a visual cue, or a compliment, or anything. Her tongue had slipped forward like a snake’s when his lips had parted. Her tongue was stilled in his mouth because it felt so great.

He broke the kiss. “Are you okay? Is this too shocking for you?” He seemed worried.

“I was just marveling at how good you are,” she said with a grin. “Can we continue?”

“But of course,” Mr. David said before he seized her lips with his own. He reached up and began to stroke her hair. At the first touch, the jolt in her lower regions appeared again. Then she rejoiced at the gentle strokes. She imagined him stroking other areas of her body with the same gentle motions.

Then she realized she didn’t do the history homework he had assigned. Screw it, she thought.

Their chests were pressed together in an effort to push their tongues further into the others mouths. She could feel his breathing become more shallow, and rapid. She realized her breath was as well.

He began to push her down onto her bed, gently, and subtly; she only realized she was on the bed when her back hit the mattress. The hand that had supported her back as she was pushed to the mattress now left her back, and went to her chest, gently caressing the first breast it touched, seeming to flutter over the flesh it touched, while the other hand was still stroking her hair, but now it included some of the face in it’s strokes.

Suddenly, he rolled off of her. “How was your first lesson?” He asked slyly at her side.

“Why’d you stop?” She asked, actually kind of pissed. She was enjoying this!

“Do you wanna do anything besides making out?” He inquired.

“Hell yeah!” She answered.

“ Fingering?” He asked, not wanting to push her farther than she felt comfortable doing.

Slightly disappointed, she answered, “Why not?”

He slid down the bed, stopping at her waist. She was wearing a skirt, which was relatively long, and he slid his hands up her thighs, all the while pushing up the skirt as well, until she might as well not been wearing anything.

Her earlier statement was true; she wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy was smooth, and as Mr. David discovered open touch, very soft.

“Did you shave just for me?” Mr. David asked seeing the fuzz-free condition of her lower region. She nodded. “Wouldn’t you have felt like a jackass if I didn’t show up?”

Crystal answered that she was a jackass.

She was very wet; he could see a little bit of lubrication spilling from between her lower lips. He rested a hand on the inner part of her right thigh as he spread her lips open with two fingers, and moved a third inside, searching for the area(s) that would make her leg twitch slightly. He carefully avoided inserting a finger into tunnel part of her muff. He found her clitoris; he knew he found it because of the twitch in her leg as he massaged the area it was in. “Spread your legs, please.” He said, and when she did, he brought the hand that was on the thigh to massage the outside of her lips.

If she hadn’t been a virgin, he would have inserted one of his long, slender fingers to try to find her G-spot. However, he didn’t want to risk anything with her hymen right now, so he didn’t.

Because she was so slick, wet, and warm, his finger could run rapidly over her nub of nerves, and so she was at her orgasm very quickly. He couldn’t feel her sheath tighten around his finger like he really wanted, but he could feel the tightening then release at her clitoris. He withdrew his finger.

“I should go,” He said as he got off of the bed.

“W-what? You just got here!” She said looking at the clock that said 6:53. “well, sort of!”

“I’ve got papers to grade, and I have to outline a lesson plan.” He explained.

She unhiked her skirt as she got up. “Awww, I don’t want you to go! Besides, aren’t you turned on?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to push you too far, and you probably have a lot of homework, so I shouldn’t distract you too much.” He had reached the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He exited the house.