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Sex With A Poet

My name's Denise and I'm a high school Creative Writing teacher. I started teaching a year ago and it was throughout last year that I had a sexual encounter with a senior in my class named Michael. I remember when I first walked into class. All the boys began whispering amongst themselves about the 5 ft. 5in., 32-year-old beauty they'd have to call, Ms. Patrick all year. I couldn't tell what they were attracted to more. Whether it was my 36D breasts, my mocha skin, or my plump backside.

"What do you guys like to write about?" I asked the class.

I received an array of answers. Some said sex. Others said money. Typical high school responses. Until a dark brown hand reached for the sky. I assigned seats to make it easier to remember all their names. Look down at my role sheet by his name read, "First row, last chair."

"Michael, is it?"

"Yes," He replied shyly.

"Well, Michael...what do you enjoy writing about?"

"Love." He said blushing.

"Love?Stand up and tell us why." I told him.

He was hesitant to rise to his feet. He kept looking down at his desk as he was trying to disappear from view.

"We can all still see Michael. Please tell us why you write about love?" I said to him letting him know trying to disappear wasn't an option.

"Come on, Mike. Don't be so shy." I heard one of the girls tell him.

With the girl's encouragement Michael stood up. He looked back at his friend with a smile and stared at me. He was 6ft. 5in., skinny, he had a faded haircut, and wore glasses.

"I write about love because it's the reason we're all here today." He told me and the class.

"Thank you, Michael."

At the end of class I gave them an assignment. It was simply to give me a sample of their work to show me what I was dealing with. The bell sounded and all headed for door, all except Michael. He was still in his gather his things. I watched as he placed everything neatly in his book bag. He walked past me on his way out the door.

"Michael, I'm expecting something unique from you." I said aloud. He turned his head blushing.

"Yeah...maybe." He said with a slight shrug.

The next day, the students handed in their assignments as they left. Again Michael was the last one to leave. He handed me two stapled pieces of computer paper. Looking at it I was surprised by what I was looking at. He had written a song called, "Forever Love" musical notes included.

"Damn." I said to myself.
Later that night I was grading the students' work and Michael was the only one who earned an "A,".

For the next three months, I watched as Michael developed a crush on the young girl, who encouraged him that first day and his work showed it. His poems started out as a guy with puppy love on the brain and morphed into a guy craving the love of a female. Her name was Aisha and Michael couldn't stop staring at her, when she wasn't looking. When I would catch him, he'd blush and bite his bottom lip. He was so cute.

One day as class ended I asked Michael to stay after. He remained seated and I watched as he stared at Aisha's ass as she walked towards the door.

I came to his desk and sat in the one across from him, which was Aisha's.

"You really like her don't you?" I asked him.

"Yes, but she doesn't like me though." He said with his head up, but I noticed he wasn't looking at me. His eyes were peering towards the ceiling. I noticed he'd only do talking to females.

"Why can't you look girls in the eye?" I asked.

"I do," Michael replied. "I just can't with the beautiful ones."

"You're not looking me in the eyes."

He blushed and bit his lip.

"'Cause I think you're beautiful too."

I had to maintain my composure. He called me beautiful.

"You can go now." I dismissed him.

It was 6th period and it was also lunch for the seniors and my lunch break. Instead of eating in my room I decided to go into the cafe with the seniors. Many teachers also acted as N.A.'s so it wouldn't be a surprise to see me the lunchroom. I scanned the room and found the young poet sitting alone writing in a notebook. He was working on a poem when I sat next to him.

"Ms.Patrick?" He asked, surprised by my presence.

"What are you working on?" I asked.

"Done working. I finished."

Michael ripped out the page and handed it to me. "You can have this one."

"Thank you." I said placing a hand on his thigh.

He looked down, but not at my hand. His eyes locked to the growing bulge near my hand. I looked down just slight above my hand was his manhood imprinted by his jeans. I took my hand off his thigh and stood up.

"You'll read my work, right?" He asked embarrassed.

"I'll read it tonight." I replied.

Driving home from work I couldn't get Michael's manhood out of my mind.I got wet just thinking about it. It was long and thick. Just what I needed in my pussy because using my vibrator was wearing a bit thin. I wanted the real thing. After eating dinner I read Michael's poem. Halfway through it I got horny as hell.
In one line he wrote:Her mocha skin teases I wish to caress it
Oh I would kiss, suck, and tantalize her clit

As I finished it, I climaxed. He made me come with his words. I wanted some dick and Michael seemed to be the perfect person to give it to me. The next day was a half day so if I wanted him, I'd have to play this right. During class I have to stop Micheal from writing during class everyday. I'd use that. As normal I caught him writing in class.

"That's it, Michael!" I shouted.

Hearing me yell his name, Michael's head shot up from his work.

"I've had it with your disrespect."

He gave me a confused look.

"Don't look at me like that. Michael, you have detention with me after school."

I waited impatiently for the last bell to ring and when it finally did I elated. Michael appeared at my classroom at 3pm sharp.

"Sorry if I made you upset." Michael tried to apologize.

"This isn't about class." I told him. "It's about this."

I handed him his poem back.

"My poem?" He asked.

"It made me made come."

Michael blushed and looked away from me. He couldn't believe what I just told him. He started backing away.

"I don't know what to say." He spoke up.

"Do you want me Michael?" I asked closing the gap between us.

Michael shook his head, yes. I smiled wide.

"If you want get me." I told him flirtatiously, taunting him with my body.

Michael stood there frozen. Was he a virgin? He sure acted like it. I caressed his arm.

"Have you had sex before?"

The poet told me, "No."

I leaned in a bit and kissed his lips. His lips wore soft and thought of them of my clit made it jump. I looked down to find the bulge in his pants. When I found it, I gripped it gently.

"You do want me...don't you?" I said with a smile.

Michael suddenly kissed me. We kissed for awhile. Michael drove his tongue down my throat. His shyness faded and his hidden sexuality come forth. His manhood yearned to be free, so after pulling down his pants, I freed it from the hole in his boxers. I licked the tip of his dick and his head before taking it in my mouth. Michael moaned softly as I sucked him. I knew he was getting into it after he grabbed my head and forced me on him. He pulled out of my mouth and I stood up to kiss his lips some more. He took off my shirt revealing my breasts. He took them in his mouth one at a time sucking them as if he was a baby. I sat on my desk and parted my legs. He peered underneath the skirt I wore to see I'd removed my panties.Michael licked my inner thighs and slowly moved to my pussy. He flicked his tongue over my clit as he could, making me arch my back and beg for more.

"Damn baby, that feels good." I told him before I came all over his face.

After wiping me from his face, Michael kissed me passionately. He stared at me as he took off his boxers. I gripped him by his shirt, pulling him closer. I gently grabbed his manhood and placed it into my wet fold. This is what I wanted. Michael inside of me. His first few strokes were slow.

"Faster." I moaned.

Michael did as he was told and started fucking me...hard and fast.

"Harder." I pleaded and he thrust harder, deeper into me.

"I'm gonna come. I gonna--" He tried to say, but the passion overtook him.

I felt myself about to come. "Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me."

We came together and leaned against my desk kissing a bit more.

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Posted 12 Aug 2013 08:41
The climax was rushed, but the build up was fantastic.

Posted 30 Sep 2012 23:33
You haven't received the scores you deserved on this. I loved that you dared write it from a female first person. This is the second work you've done that I wish I had tried. Nicely written, I just wish it had been a bit more drawn out, but he'll, that's a good thing.
Posted 29 Aug 2012 21:12
I have to agree, the build up was great....I look forward to
to seeing what you come up with in the future.
Posted 16 Feb 2012 19:07
Great story!

Posted 11 Dec 2011 19:27
A really good story!
Posted 26 Oct 2010 20:14
You had a really amazing base and build up... and then it's like you just got bored and stopped. I honest would take this back and give the climax the attention it deserves, because this definitely has great potential.
Posted 26 Oct 2010 11:00
Great build up but shaky on the dismount there. It would have been better for taking longer on the sex. Overall though I enjoyed it.
Posted 26 Oct 2010 01:55
A good work over all. You need to show more of the poem that 'made her cum' and not rush the end where he finally has sex with her for the first time. I look forward to the next one-

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