He wasn't, of course, talking about his female colleagues, but the student body. At the mere thought of his Year 11s, his cock began to swell. As always, in the back of his mind, his conscience echoed - You're a 34-year-old man, for God's sake! - but he just couldn't resist that forbidden flesh. Perhaps there was just something about the luscious young women that he taught that got him raring to go. Although, it had to be said, his wife had a hand in it too.
Kieran had been a late bloomer and a bit of a nerd in high school, and thus had only been chosen by the lonely and outcast girls. His loss of virginity was not something to be trumpeted about - his third girlfriend, he was 19, neither of them liked it very much. He got a lot more pleasure wanking off over the popular girls. But when he reached his twenties and suddenly became the ''tall, dark and handsome'' of many women's dreams, he resented the once popular girls who now came up to him with a gleam in their eye. So when he met 42-year-old Giulia at a bar when he was thirty, it was a godsend - she was more experienced than the loners he'd been with, and yet he felt that she was not one of those ''populars'' who wouldn't have gone near him in high school.
Giulia wanted marriage - she was a divorcee with a young, thirteen-year-old daughter - and Kieran had no particular objections. But now, four years on, he was starting to have niggling feelings of resentment toward the woman he shared his life with. Firstly, what was her problem with uncircumcised men? He had a nice cock, thick and veiny. Yet his foreskin was a constant source of argument. He had converted to Catholicism before their wedding, and yet she steadfastly believed that he would never be a proper Catholic until he cut off a third of his genitals. Furthermore, their age difference was becoming more pronounced. At 46, she was nearing middle age, and her saggy bosom and lumpy butt showed this to be true. Whereas he was still practically a young man, with a damn good body and a racing libido. Really, he was more suited to the fresh young things here than the aging Italian woman who shared his bed.
His cock head hit the underside of the desk as he released it from the confines of his suit pants. He wasn't that long - about average at 7 inches - but he was almost 3 and a half inches wide, nice and thick for any girl who wanted some.
He hurriedly zipped his cock back into his pants - he wasn't going to masturbate in his office. Not now. He was saving his cum up. For later. But... Just a look. No wanking. Just a look... Out my window.
Kieran gazed out the window, down to the volleyball court below. He grinned. He had memorised her timetable, as soon as she had asked for chemistry tutoring. And Wednesday afternoon was Dominica Macchiavelli's sport time.
There she was, with her cute tits and shapely ass, in her tight school issue shorts and white polo shirt. Her waist length chocolate-brown hair was tied back in a high ponytail, and it flicked as she jittered around in her position. Her mother-of-pearl rosary, a family heirloom from her mother, apparently, was worn around her neck - although she wasn't supposed to strictly, but it was a beautiful thing and she hated having to store it discreetly in her pocket.
Dominica, or Dee as her friends called her, was the Perfect One of Year 11 - excelling in every subject except Math and Chemistry, and yet popular with most people. Being a good Catholic girl, she didn't have a boyfriend, but allegedly could twist her Mamma round her little finger with her sweetness, and was thus permitted to go to all the parties in the suburbs - even the crazy booze-ups and blaze-ups.
She was tall and beautifully toned, not muscly but with enough definition in her legs as they flexed, and buoyancy in her perfect breasts. He was entranced as she leaped in the air to hit a set, loved the way she leaned forward as she waited for the ball. These positions gave him a perfect view of her firm ass and, he estimated, C-cup breasts. She was slender and youthful, yet had a womanly definition to her curves. And this incredible 17-year-old, exemplary of intelligent design, seemed to actually be interested in him!
He spent the time gazing aimlessly at the game. And then the bell finally rang.
***
He decided he wouldn't want to appear too on time; that would make it seem like he was eager. On the other hand, too long and she might change out of her school uniform, and that would be equally awful.
He sat in the car, deliberating about the emphasis she used on her words when she asked him to home tutor her. Did she say ''I need some HELP'' or ''I need some help''? Every little sign mattered. Was she inferring what he thought she was? And would her mum get home early? She said her mum worked late on Wednesdays.... But... But... But he finally plucked up the courage to ring her bell.
''Hi, Mr Logan.'' He hadn't gotten the signs wrong. Dominica was still wearing her school dress, which she'd changed into after the game; but she was also wearing lipgloss - vanilla, by the scent. And two top buttons were undone. Her rosary had slid right down into her... Oh. Ohhh, good Lord. His cock tingled in his satin boxers - an afterthought which he now regretted. ''Sir?''
''Oh, sorry, Dominica. My mind wandered. Is there... Any chance of a cool drink?''
''Sure, we've got some water. It's a hot day, huh?''
It was - perhaps more than Dominica realised.
As she walked to the fridge, Kieran walked up behind her, so close that she spun around and accidentally poured water all down him, from his chest to his crotch.
This did nothing to lessen Kieran's libido, but he pretended to be upset. ''Oh damn.''
''Mr Logan,'' gasped Dominica, ''I am so, so sorry, can I towel you off?'' ''Thankyou Dominica, that's very kind of you.''
As she dabbed at his chest, she asked demurely, ''Mr Logan... Do you just teach Chemistry, or other subjects as well?''
''I teach both Chemistry and Biology, and I know some Physics, Psychology and Maths, just for the purposes of teaching the younger grades, Dominica. Why do you ask?''
''Well... I'm glad you teach Biology, because I have some questions, Sir.''
''Why don't you ask Miss Decland, Dominica? Since she's the Year 11 Biology teacher...''
''I'm sorry, Sir...'' Dominica said calmly, ''but I just think you would be able to explain better... I've got some questions about human reproduction.''
Kieran gaped, as Dominica hastened to explain. ''Well, in fact, it's not quite Biology, Sir... More Health...''
''That's fine, Dominica.'' Kieran regained his composure. ''I haven't had a chance to teach Health at your school.''
''It's not offered, Sir. Since we're good Catholic girls, we're not meant to know anything until our husbands teach us... Oh...'' Dominica covered her mouth with embarrassment.
''Well, I understand your predicament, Dominica. But since I don't have any diagrams or pictures with me, I might have to improvise.'' Kieran smiled at the thought. ''Can you get a mirror for me please?''
Dominica trotted upstairs and returned with a little hand mirror.
