Mr. Bennett

Privileged. Over-righteous. Obnoxious. Self-centered. Rich. Bratty.

These were the words that came to mind when I thought of my class mates, along with many other words associated with snotty, pretentious girls. I went to an all-girls private school for high school after going to a coed public school from kindergarten through eighth grade. It was quite a big change! Although I loved my classes and my teachers, I hated 98% of my classmates because most of them had been at the school since nursery or pre-k and were many of the qualities listed above. The other 2% were the girls that were also new freshman year, although they were a bit too rich and obnoxious for my liking too. If you're wondering about me, I wasn't like them at all. I wasn't rich to any extent-I was only at that school because my mom taught there and got a discount, plus we got a lot of financial aid. SO basically the girls there were incredibly privileged and rich, and I was just an average girl at a great school.

However, even though I hated almost all of the girls at my school, I really did enjoy going there because it helped get me into a great college. Plus I really did love all my classes, and the teachers were amazing, especially my physics teacher. I had him for a teacher when I was a junior. He was in his late twenties, 6"1' or so, with eye length, dark brown hair and green eyes. He clearly worked out, although he wore buttoned up dress shirts every day to school so I never actually got a good look-until that one day after class.

I was 16, a junior as I said. Mr. Bennett had been my favorite teacher since the first day of my junior year, and I was pretty sure I was one of his favorite students. Basically all the girls at school had a crush on him because he was so good looking, and obviously because he was the only young(ish) man at an all girls school! So Mr. Bennett and I had basically been friends all year. We had lunch together a lot and talked just like old friends. He was so adorable and funny and everyone loved him.

So it was around November when he sent me an email asking me to meet him at a coffee shop the upcoming Friday. Of course, I accepted his invitation. I was so excited! I didn't tell anyone at school, even though I was thrilled at the prospect of being alone with him outside of school.

I got home from school Friday afternoon and immediately began planning out what to wear. My mother made me come down to have dinner around 6, but once I was done, I shot out of my seat to finish getting ready. I decided on dark blue jeans and a low cut, flowing grey tank top that made my cleavage show. I ran some mousse through my long, wavy, brown-blonde hair and put on my makeup. By seven o'clock, I was ready to go! I grabbed my purse and a dark grey sweater-it was starting to get warmer out but it was still chilly-and headed out.

We had decided to meet at a little cafe about half an hour from my house so that we wouldn't be recognized. I got there a little before eight, and Mr. Bennett was already waiting for me at a quiet table in the back of the cafe. He stood up when he saw me walk in, and I grinned.

"Hey Anna!" he called to me as I approached the table. He stepped forward and embraced me.

"Hi Mr. Bennett!" I responded as he pulled my chair out for me to sit down. I set my purse down on the floor and draped my sweater around the back of my chair-his eyes immediately went to my large, perky breasts. I smiled to myself.

Mr. Bennett was dressed much more casually than I had ever seen him. He was wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt with a fleece pull-over and Nike sneakers. His biceps bulged against the fabric of his fleece, and he just looked all-around hot. In the dim light of the coffee shop, he looked darker and mysterious.

We talked for a while about school, and my friends, and then he asked me a little about college-I told him I really wanted to go to Stanford, which he smiled at and told me I could do anything I wanted to. I grinned again at that.

"So now that we've talked about me, how are you?" I asked him as a waitress brought us our drinks and some cookies.

"Pretty good. I just broke up with my girlfriend actually," he responded. I instantly perked up.

"Really? How long had you been dating?"

"Close to two years," he told me, looking a little sad.

"Aw, Mr. Bennett, I'm sorry. That sucks," I said, not really knowing what to say.

He chuckled and said, "I'm actually kind of glad. I feel freer and more independent. Plus she was kind of a bitch." We both laughed, and when we had calmed down, our eyes met. His eyes were entrancing and mesmerizing, and before I knew what was happening, he leaned in a kissed me. I was a bit shocked, and he pulled away after a moment.

"I'm sorry, Anna," he said, although he didn't look remotely sorry.

"It's, uh, it's fine. Actually, it was really fine," I said, my voice trailing off. I looked up again, and he was staring at me, looking amused. I said, "What now?"

Mr. Bennett laughed and replied, "Now, can I kiss you?" And before I had quite registered the whole thing, he leaned over the table and pressed his warm, soft lips to mine. I immediately melted, and he grasped my head in his strong hands to hold me up. He opened my mouth with his tongue, and then his tongue went exploring in my mouth. It poked and stroked and prodded every crevice of my mouth, but it felt so amazing. I reached my hands up and pushed them into his hair and grabbed on, pulling his mouth even closer to mine. As we continued to kiss in the quiet, dim cafe, I grew warmer and warmer. My whole body began to get fuzzy, and soon I was in total heaven. After close to fifteen minutes of passionately making out, Mr. Bennett pulled away, although he left his hands on my face.

"Will you come back to my apartment?" he asked. I didn't even think before responding, "Yes!" Mr. Bennett grinned and stood up. I pulled my sweater back on and grabbed my purse, and then he wrapped his big hand around my little one. I couldn't help but smile. As we walked out, he threw some money onto the counter. I leaned into him and buried my nose in his shirt so I could smell him-he smelled like laundry detergent, Old Spice deodorant, and Axe. I couldn't get enough of it, and I had to untangle myself from his body as we approached his car.

We climbed into his truck and drove the short distance to his apartment, chatting away about who knows what. I was actually kind of surprised-I thought it might have been awkward. But I was actually really enjoying myself, and he made me feel so good. Soon enough, we had pulled into the parking lot of his building. He rushed out of the car and opened my door, then grabbed my hand and pulled me out. He tucked me under his arm and we walked into the building.

When we reached the elevator, we started to kiss again, and that warm, fuzzy feeling spread through me once more. The elevator chimed, and the doors opened to his apartment. My eyes fluttered open and I gasped. The place was absolutely gorgeous-not at all what I expected from a twenty-something year old teacher. There was a huge bay window overlooking the city below. The kitchen was a cook's dream-equipped with stainless steel appliances and a marble island that gleamed. The living room had a giant, flat-screen T.V. and a leather couch and chair. Everything looked clean and perfect-except for the few beer bottles scattered across the coffee table and the dishes in the sink. I looked up at him, and in explanation he said, "My grandfather's rich." I nodded, and he grabbed my hand and pulled me through a door leading into his bedroom. Once again, I gasped. Through another door I could see his bathroom, fully equipped with a giant, sunken jacuzzi and a steam shower. There was a window on the wall next to his bed overlooking a small pond surrounded by lit-up buildings. His bed was enormous, with a gorgeous, gold, fluffy comforter thrown across it. There was a really nice T.V. on the wall across from his bed, and beautiful black and white photos.

I would have loved to keep looking around, but Mr. Bennett grabbed me and pulled me into another kiss. He backed us up, and we fell onto the bed, him on top of me. My whole body felt tingly, and everywhere he touched, flames ignited. He stroked my arms, and my face, and my waist. He reached his hand between us and lifted my shirt up, stroking my stomach. His hands started to travel farther upwards. I started to panic, and I said, "Stop, stop, Mr. Bennett."

He propped himself up on his elbows so he hovered above me. "Is everything okay?" he asked worriedly.

"I just, I'm just scared," I said softly.

"Are you a virgin?"

"Yes," I answered sheepishly. He kissed my forehead.

"It's okay, Anna. I promise I won't hurt you. Trust me," he said, looking me straight in the eye. I squirmed a bit, but he quieted me by kissing me softly. Once again, the fire inside of me ignited, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. His hand found its way to my stomach again, trailing upwards towards my 34-C breasts. He cupped my left one in his hand, making me shiver.

"Will you take your shirt off?" he asked gently, breaking our kiss. I nodded, and he sat up so I could pull my shirt over my head, revealing my push-up bra. His eyes grew lustful, and I unclasped my bra, letting my breasts spring free. Mr. Bennett leaned forward, pushing me back onto the bed again, and scooted down so that his mouth was positioned over my left breast. He kissed each of my nipples softly, then took the right one into his mouth. He nipped it with his teeth, making a wonderful pain shoot through me. Chills ran through my body, causing me to groan. I clasped my hands around his head, pushing it closer to my breasts. Mr. Bennett moved onto my other breast, giving it the same attention he gave the first one.

His hand drifted down to the waist of my jeans, and he slipped a finger underneath the band, once more causing me to shiver. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter, and I'm sure he could smell it. Mr. Bennett started to lift his head, and reluctantly, I let my arms fall to my sides so he could sit up. Once upright, Mr. Bennett unbuttoned my pants and grabbed the waist with his thumbs, gently pulling down. I slowly raised my hips, knowing this was it, and he slipped my jeans off my butt, revealing my lace underwear. He couldn't take his eyes away, but finally he continued pulling my pants off when I sighed. His hands began to massage my thighs, and with his teeth, he began pulling off my undies. Unexpected by me, his mouth brushed my clitoris, and my hips jumped up in the air. He chuckled and finished pulling off my underwear, tossing them to the floor.

I watched as Mr. Bennett's head lowered again and he began kissing my outer thighs. He worked in circles, kissing and kissing until he landed right on my clit. By this time, I was literally dripping with my arousal juices, and after giving my clit a quick nip, Mr. Bennett starting lapping up my juices. His tongue darted in and out of my hole, making me moan loudly and grab onto his thick comforter for support. He placed his thumb directly on my clit, making me yelp a little. He pressed in slow circles, gradually getting faster. When his thumb would increase speed, so would his tongue inside my pussy. I pressed my hands around his head; I could feel an orgasm building. He could sense it too, and he got even faster and harder with his thumb and tongue. After just a few more seconds, my vaginal muscles began to contract, and my juices flooded out of me, covering his mouth. My body shook for almost thirty seconds, and when I finally calmed down, he looked up at me and grinned.

Mr. Bennett moved up my body and planted his lips against mine, making me taste my own juices. His tongue slipped inside of my mouth, and a fire was once again ignited, making me crave for more. I didn't even know if that was possible, since I had just had an amazing orgasm, but somehow I was horny again. As if sensing this, Mr. Bennett sat up and started to undress, beginning with his shirt. He pulled it over his head, his arm muscles flexing as he did so. I watched, transfixed, as his beautiful body came into view. His abs were absolutely gorgeous, and I literally began to drool at the sight of his eight pack. His biceps bulged, but not in a body-builder type way, just in an I-definitely-work-out way. Unconsciously, my hands reached up and began stroking his amazing body. I ran my fingers up and down his defined muscles over and over again, and kissed my way up his abs to his delicious pecs, but he stood up after a couple of minutes to take his pants off. He peeled down his jeans, and his plaid boxers came into view; they were made in the shape of a huge tent from his erect tool. He quickly pulled off his boxers too, and his cock appeared-fully erect and pointing straight up. I gasped when I saw it-it must have been at least nine inches and very thick.

He came towards me again and lay down on top of me, covering my petite body with his strong one. I would have suffocated, but he held himself slightly above me so that his warm body was pressed gently against mine. He bent his head down for more kissing-which I was beginning to love.

I could feel his pulsing cock pressed against my thigh, and a bit of pre-cum oozed out, making my thigh wet. As his tongue entered my mouth, his hand drifted down to my dripping pussy, and he slipped his pointer finger inside of me. I gasped as he slipped a second finger into me. Mr. Bennett held still for a brief second as my walls adjusted, then he started to slowly curl his fingers in and out of my pussy, causing me to raise my hips and press harder against his lips. His cock twitched at my thigh, causing me to shiver underneath him.

"Are you ready?" Mr. Bennett asked, breaking our kiss and pulling his fingers out of my sopping wet pussy. I felt my vaginal muscles contract, feeling the emptiness his fingers had left behind. I took a deep breath and looked him straight in the eye, saying, "Yes."

Mr. Bennett smiled lovingly down at me and positioned his cock between my legs. I leaned my head back onto the silky pillows and held my breath, waiting for the pain I knew was to come. After a few seconds of nothing, I opened my eyes to see Mr. Bennett staring down at me, trying to suppress a laugh.

"What?" I demanded, starting to get worried that I had done something wrong. He laughed out loud now.

"Anna, you don't have to hold your breath. Really. It's not that bad. It'll only take like five seconds, and then it will feel amazing. I promise," he said, still smiling. I made a face, but tried to relax as I felt his cock head press against my opening. He rubbed his tool up and down my slit a few times to coat his dick with my juices. The feeling was exhilarating. After a few more strokes, he gently inserted the head inside of me. I grabbed onto his back as he pushed a few inches in, stopping every inch or so for me to adjust. After a few more inches were inside of me, I could tell he had reached my hymen. He pulled out and slowly pushing back in, pulling out again just before he reached my hymen. He did this about five times, getting me wetter and hornier. On the sixth time, he pushed all the way through, taking my virginity from me. I gasped, but instead of waiting for me to gather myself, he kept pumping himself in and out, and soon enough, the pain turned to immense pleasure. I found myself moaning in pleasure and thrusting my hips up to meet his pumps.

Mr. Bennett moved his face down to mine again, pushing his hands into my hair and caressing my face as he kissed me. His cock still pumped into me, and after just a moment of kissing, he sat up slightly and pulled out of me, making me whimper slightly at being completely empty. He ushered me up into a position on all fours, and he slowly re-entered me from behind. The feeling was amazing. He grabbed my waist with his hands and thrust in, slowly but surely. He reached around with one hand and slowly started to rub in circles with his thumb on my clit, making me moan. The pleasure was so intense, and I let my head fall into the silky pillows, pushing my hips farther into the air and giving Mr. Bennett better access.

As his circles on my clit grew more intense, his thrusts in my pussy got faster and faster, his balls slapping against my butt. A warm, tingly feeling started to spread throughout me, and I could feel pressure building in my lower abdomen. I knew I was getting close to orgasm, and I could tell Mr. Bennett was to-I could feel his balls tightening against my ass.

I moaned his name into the pillow, letting him know I was getting close. He took the hint and once again increased his pace in my pussy and flicked and pinched my erect clit. My vaginal walls started to contract, and I could feel myself start to orgasm. I moaned loudly into the pillows, and I probably would have collapsed if Mr. Bennett didn't grab onto my hips and hold me up, still pumping into me. He hoarsely said, "Can I cum inside you?" and I moaned "yes" back. With one last final thrust, I felt hot jets of his cum shoot into me, which only intensified my orgasm and made me shake even harder.

After what seemed like hours of pleasure, we both collapsed onto his bed and climbed under the covers. I curled into a ball against his chest, and he wrapped his big arms around my body.

"Well you're definitely getting an A in my class, Anns," he said, smiling down at me and kissing my forehead.