I was going to come straight to your house and spoon-feed you some "Carter Soup," but then I remembered you had asked me to pick up your missing assignments so you wouldn't get behind. That gave me an idea...
At the school, I was glad to see Mr. Rothwell's car still in the parking lot. I know he's your favorite teacher, and you always want to impress him since you need solid A's in his science classes in order to get into college. I like him too, but for other reasons. He's a total fox! He's only been out of college a couple of years and still looks like a college athlete. Besides, I like the way he looks at me when he thinks I'm not looking.
I went to his classroom and found him sitting at his desk. He smiled when I told him I was there to get your assignments.
As he got the papers together, I sat on the edge of his desk. I had changed out of your basketball jersey and was wearing a very short skirt and a tight-fitting blouse. I sat so as to give R. Rothwell the chance to peek up my skirt if he wanted. The fact that he was having trouble concentrating told me he had apretty good view.
As he handed me your papers, I looked them over. They were about the circulatory system.
"Mr. Rothwell, this reminds me... In First Aid class we studied some of this in relation to pressure points to stop bleeding. I've never understood whereyou are supposed to press to stop bleeding on the leg."
Stephen, he actually blushed as he told me it was in the groin area!
"You mean here?" I said, putting my hand on my inner thigh, much too low.
"No.. higher." Mr. Rothwell said, apprently unable to take his eyes off my legs.
I spread my legs, giving him a very clear view, and moved my hand slowly upward, practically touching my panties.
"Um yes... That's about right," he said, looking a little flushed.
I reached out and took his hand, placing it where mine was. "Can you show me where and how hard to press?"
He looked nervously toward the door before doing a quick application of pressure. No one has touched me in that part of my body except you, Stephen. I knew in that moment that I wanted him to touch me everywhere and that I wanted to be the one to tell you that he had done it.
"I think I understand," I said, "but it would help to be able to find it on someone other than me. Do you mind?"
Without waiting for an answer, I slid off the desk and knelt in front of Mr. Rothwell. I started at his knee and slowly ran my hand up his inner thigh, concentrating as if I were searching hard for the right spot. As my hand got closer and close to his crotch, saw his package twitch and begin to grow. Thinking about my recent experience with Carter, my mouth started to water.
Intentionally moving past the pressure point, my hand found its way to his crotch. I almost gasped as I felt how big and hard he was. So much more there in my hands than I ever helld by fondling you, Stephen. I started to rub and massage it while looking up at his eyes.
"How's this? Am I doing it right?" |