A Midnight Dream

It was the Thursday before spring break and it was going as slow as it could possibly go. Just because it was an early out did not make it go any faster, in fact I think it made it slower. Even English could not do anything for me. I had his class second hour and I knew the rest of the day would be horrible if him bending over to pick up a dropped pencil right in front of me couldn’t make my mind twitch just a little. So with a sigh I listened to him talk about some paper he was going to assign after the break. Then the bell rang in a slow vibrating hum. I gathered my books in my arms and followed the rest out the door. Mr. Hunter stopped me just before I walked out, “Casey, I need to talk to you, come by after school.”

I was about to ask for what, I had done nothing wrong, and my grades were all right. But he turned his back to me before I could say a dam thing. The rest of the day still went incredibly slow and I could not get the question of why he wanted to speak to me out of my head. When the last bell rang, I went to my locker and got all my homework stuffed into my backpack before going to his room.

I walked in and found him at the front of the room erasing the chalkboard. Without even turning his head he said, “Close the door. And take a seat.” I did as I was told. After closing the door, I sat in the desk in front of his. He was silent for a long moment, continuing to remove every ingle chalk mark on the board. I listened to the slamming lockers and conversations in the hall as the last few students made their escape. Finally, Mr. Hunter set down the eraser and turned to me. I could not help but give him a look over. The man was hot.

At the age of twenty-three, he was fresh out of collage and had a body that only a football player could have. If I were not fifteen and one of his sophomore students, I would have gladly stripped his clothes off right then and there. Of course, I would have gladly done that either way, but rules are rules and he followed them. At least I thought he did. “You’re staring.” His deep voice disturbed my thoughts.

I looked down and felt myself blush, “Uh… sorry.”

He walked towards me while saying, “No need to be. I’ve been staring too.” He set his hands on the desk and leaned towards me. He was so close I could feel his warm breath on my face and smell his after-shave. Both sensations made me struggle for air. He continued to move closer to me, “It’s not right but I can’t help it. Why should I expect you to control your eyes? When I can‘t.”

His lips touched mine and fire jumped from them down to my toes. It was soft at first then he applied pressure until he broke through my lips and slid his tongue in. I wanted to grab him or at least move away. But I could do neither his kiss had made my body inert. He placed his hands on my sides and I felt myself being lifted from the chair to my feet. He pulled me close enough that we could have been one body. I felt something hard pressing against my leg. When he pulled away, I did not want him to. He tasted so good. In a hushed tone he said, “I want to do more but not here. Not now.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips hard against his. “Then why did you start it?”

“I don’t know.” he replied. It was the last coherent thing either of us said for a while. Moans escaped me when he moved his large hands to my breasts and began rubbing them through my T-shirt. Our breaths became quicker and neither of us could stop, not that we wanted to. He slipped his hands underneath my shirt and tugged it up over my head then swiftly threw it to the floor. I did the same with his. He then began licking a path down my neck while undoing my bra. That too soon ended up on the floor.

He took one hard nipple in his mouth and played with the other between his thumb and fingers. I moaned even loader. Lightning swept through my body, unlike anything I could do by myself. But I was not about to tell him that I was a virgin except for a personal fingering every once in awhile. As he gently sucked, I ran my hands through his hair and down his shoulders. He seemed to like it.

When he suddenly pulled away, I nearly screamed out my frustrations. But he quickly shushed me by placing his hand over my lips. He reached down and unzipped my jeans. He hooked his thumb under my underwear and tugged on them. Shivers ran down my spine as he inched them down to my ankles. I jumped on to his desk, how had I ended up backed against it I have not a clue, so he could pull them all the way down. Then he stepped back to inspect my now naked body. Smiling he removed the rest of his clothes and added them to the pile.

I could not help but to look at his hard member. It was large, not that I had much to compare it to. I wet my lips and simply said, “Fuck me.” He was more then eager to comply. He moved between my open legs and placed his hands on my sides. In one quick thrust, he was partially inside me. Then he began pounding until he was entirely in. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my lips to his in an attempt to muffle the screams that threatened at the back of my throat. He returned the kiss with the same force. The pain of having him inside of me subsided and replaced by pleasure beyond my experience, way beyond.

After more thrusting, I could not hold it any more I came with a load pleasuring moan/scream. He did not stop thrusting until he too came all over his desk.

I slid off the desk after sting and redressed. Before walking out the door with my backpack I said, “See ya after the break. He nodded with a wicked grin, “You have a detention Monday.”

“Dam it.” I said in mock angry, “Fuck you.”

“Again?” It was the last thing I heard him say before I left the building with a smile on my face.

I woke up from my dream with a wet feeling between my legs. Shit was my first thought. I hated waking up from dreams like that. Especially since my husband was gone on business. After a few false attempts to go back I reached down and played with myself until I was as hot and sweaty as in the dream. It did not help much though. So I turned on the light and found my dog looking at me weird. "Hey if you can lick yourself I can do myself." I decided a cold shower would help and jumped in. At last, I could get some sleep after that.