Part I
Hi, my name is Lily Lessenaw; I’m a 19 year old student at U of A- University of Arizona, for those of you who care. I’m half way through my first year here at school, and I’d like to tell you that I am doing great, but that would be a lie. I’m not exactly what you would call a model student; I rarely study, I stay out too late, party too hard, and don’t pay enough attention in class.
Despite all of that, I am counting on finishing this semester with straight As. I know that it seems strange, and you might ask how I am going to get such good grades if I don’t study or pay attention in class. First, I should describe myself: I’m your typical all-American fantasy girl- I have blond hair, blue eyes, firm breasts and an ass to die for. I’m only 19, so of course my body is tight in all the right places as well. This has occasionally caused me trouble, as I get more than my share of men trying to hit on me at the wrong time and place, but it can be a real advantage in the right situation. About a month ago, I started a new psychology class, with Mr. Edwards teaching. Mr. Edwards is not your typical psychology teacher- or at least he’s not what I imagined the typical psych teacher would look like when I first started his class. Mr. Edwards, who is 36, has dark hair, stands about six feet tall, and has a slim but muscular build. He is always wearing a sport coat when he arrives to class, but immediately takes it off and rolls up the sleeves of his white or pale blue dress shirt. It’s a ritual that he seems to use to allow everyone in the class to settle down so he can get down to business. The first week in his class started in pretty much the same way that all of the rest of my classes did. I came in late every day, didn’t pay attention, and generally didn’t learn much of anything. Having arrived late to my first day of class, I didn’t get to sit in the back, where I normally like to sit, and had to take a front row seat right in the middle of the room. It was the second week, on Wednesday when it happened. Sitting at my desk, I was looking down at a flyer for an off-campus party that was coming up this weekend when I looked up and found Mr. Edwards standing directly in front of me. “Miss Lessenaw,” he said looking down at me, “I have noticed that you don’t seem to find my lectures as enthralling as some of the other students.” Oh shit. Most of the other teachers I have had seem to overlook my sub-par school performance, as long as I turn in about half of my assignments and don’t make a nuisance of myself in class. It looked like Mr. Edwards was one of those teachers who was out to make sure everyone paid attention in class, something I wasn’t willing to do quite yet. After all, I am young and I want to enjoy these carefree college years! “Yes, Mr. Edwards,” I said, trying to give him my best wounded-bird look, “I’ve been having trouble sleeping, and my class load makes it hard for me to concentrate while I am here.” I could hear some of the other students giggling and whispering behind me. “Oh, really?” he said, not looking sympathetic at all, “Then how is it that you can go out every night and party until the wee hours of the morning?” “I… uh…“ I said, looking back down at my books and the badly placed flyer for the weekend party sitting on top of them. “That’s what I thought; you’re just another party girl here to waste my time.” He said, shaking his head, “Well, if you don’t want to take this class seriously, then I will have no choice but to fail you at the end of the semester.” “But I need at least a passing grade in this class!” I exclaimed, jumping up from my desk in such a rush that the books that I had stacked on my desk when the class started fell forward towards Mr. Edwards’ feet. “Hey!” Mr. Edwards shouted in surprise, jumping backward to avoid having his feet crushed by 25 pounds of flying textbooks. I could hear the other students burst into laughter as my books flew away from me. “I’m sorry! It was an accident!” I said, as I knelt down to grab my books. As I was gathering my books, I looked up to see Mr. Edwards starting down at me with a strange expression on his face. “What is it?” I ask. Mr. Edwards doesn’t answer me, he just blushes a light pink, and turns around and hurries back behind his podium. Feeling flustered, and realizing that I probably didn’t help my chances of getting a passing grade by dumping my textbooks on my teacher’s feet, I excused myself for a bathroom break and left the classroom, avoiding eye contact with Mr. Edwards. I quickly headed to the nearest women’s bathroom- I’ve always had a pretty small bladder, and it’s hard to sit through even one class without going pee. When I entered the women’s bathroom, I passed by the mirror on my way to the stall. Glancing at myself in the mirror as I pass, I do a double take. My brand new button down shirt has lost the top two buttons! Looking at myself in the mirror, I can see what had Mr. Edwards so flustered- my shirt had fallen open to reveal the snow-white tops of my pert breasts, held in place by only a slim lace bra that my boyfriend gave me on my birthday. I am practically spilling out of my bra, which doesn’t really leave much to the imagination. It was at this point that I realized that Mr. Edwards had probably rushed back to stand behind his podium to avoid showing off his growing erection to the entire class. Standing there in front of the mirror in the women’s bathroom, I felt a rush like none I had ever experienced before. My body felt hot and cold at the same time, and a tingling sensation ran from my somehow erect nipples down to my crotch, causing me to gasp in surprise. I didn’t know that I could be so turned on by watching the effect my teenage body had on a much older man! Turning, I entered the closest stall, sat on the closed toilet lid and shut the door. I took several deep breaths, but the feelings of sexual arousal would not go away. I didn’t even think about having to pee, in fact, the more I thought of what happened in the classroom, the more excited I became, until I could feel my panties starting to get wet with my juices. Worried that I would not be comfortable sitting through the rest of my class if I had to sit there in wet panties, I quickly stood up and pulled my skirt up to the middle of my stomach, and pulled down my now soaking underwear. I finally realized that I came into the bathroom for a reason, and I sat down to pee. After peeing, I wiped myself hoping that I have sopped up all the wetness and I don’t drench my skirt as I sit on it. All the while I am trying to keep my mind off of Mr. Edwards and his reaction to my partially exposed breasts. Stepping out of the stall, I look in the mirror and realize that I am still showing my perfect tits to the world. Thinking quickly, I pull my shirt up in the front, and down in the back, making myself a little more presentable. I’ll have to live with the fact that I am still flashing quite a bit of cleavage, but at least it’s not as blatant as it was before. Taking several more deep breaths to calm myself I turn and exit the bathroom, making my way back to my psychology class. Part II When came back into the classroom, Mr. Edwards had his back to me and the rest of the class while he wrote something on the giant blackboard in the front of the room. I quickly made my way back to my seat, without attracting his attention. When he finished writing on the blackboard, Mr. Edwards turned around, looking surprised that I was back in his classroom. I watched his gaze drop to my breasts, and then snap back up to my eyes. He started to blush again, probably remembering the up close and personal look he got at my tits just minutes earlier. “Glad to see you could make it back, Miss Lessenaw” Mr. Edwards said, at which point he cleared his throat, walked over to his podium and resumed the lesson. After watching this somewhat smaller, but still noticeable reaction, I couldn’t help feeling aroused once more. Just knowing that a 36 year old man standing in front of a class full of students could become so turned on that he had to hide his hard-on behind his podium was such a rush for me. As I sat there and watched Mr. Edwards speak, I start to notice that he is quite handsome, and seems much more in control and confident than any of the boys in my class, or even my school. I started to imagine him touching me, rubbing my shoulders and my neck. I could almost feel it. Sighing, I unconsciously spread my legs just slightly, feeling myself becoming wet once more, only this time I didn’t have any panties to soak the wetness up. Looking up, I could see Mr. Edwards staring at me, or more precisely, my crotch. I suddenly realized that I had spread my legs just enough to allow Mr. Edwards to get a glimpse of my freshly waxed pussy. Knowing just how wet I get, and the angle which he was given, I am sure that Mr. Edwards could see the glistening lips of my cunt, enflamed with arousal. Knowing he was looking at me as he tried to maintain his composure while continuing to teach the class made me hornier than I have ever felt before. I started thinking about how big Mr. Edwards cock was, and how it might feel sliding into my sopping wet pussy, or how it might taste in my mouth. I stared directly at Mr. Edwards, watching him as he stole glances at me time and again. I slowly inched my legs wider apart, giving him a better view of my now dripping cunt. I imagined him on his knees in front of me, worshiping my pussy, licking me from the base of my hole, to the top of my slit. I could almost feel his strong arms pulling me towards his hot mouth. I thought of what his tongue would feel like on my clit… would he suck my clit into his mouth? Would he lick me in fast short strokes? Or would he tease me, licking me slowly up and down? As these thoughts raced through my head, I surreptitiously slid my right hand down under my desk, after looking from side to side to be sure that no one was watching me. Every student in the class had their eyes glued on the teacher, who was suddenly stuttering his way through the lesson. My hand went down over the top of my skirt, which was short to begin with, and pulled it up further around my thighs. Then, keeping my eyes locked on Mr. Edwards, I moved my hand down to my wet slit, sliding from the bottom to the top, gathering the juice that threatened to drip down onto my skirt. Mr. Edwards, his wide eyes now firmly locked on my pussy, asked the class to turn to page 42 of their textbooks and read the chapter in silence. As the students complied, Mr. Edwards, still standing behind the podium, reached down in front of himself. I knew that he was touching his hard cock, while alternating long stares at my pussy, and glances at my face. Still looking at Mr. Edwards, and not even pretending to open my book and read, I used two fingers to spread my wetness out over the lips of my cunt, making it glisten even more. I see Mr. Edwards take a deep breath and watch as his left hand grips the podium until his knuckles turn white. Looking into his eyes, I take a deep breath and plunge my middle finger all the way into my tight hole, biting my lower lip to stifle a moan. I begin to slowly slide my finger in and out, feeling the ease at which it moves, due to my extreme wetness. I pull my finger out, and move it up to my lips, watching Mr. Edwards follow it with his eyes the entire way. I slowly slide my finger into my mouth, savoring the tang of my juice, watching Mr. Edwards begin to tremble while gripping the podium. After cleaning the sticky juice off of my finger, I move my hand back down to my pussy. This time I slowly slide two fingers into myself, licking my lips and maintaining eye contact with Mr. Edwards. I start to move my fingers back and forth in my cunt, imagining that it is Mr. Edwards inside of me, occasionally pulling them out to rub my swollen clit. After stroking myself this way for several minutes, I see Mr. Edwards shudder as he holds onto the podium for what seems to be dear life. I watch, as alarmed, he looks down, and then back up at me. “Class dismissed!” Mr.
