There I was, sitting in geometry class, feeling horny like usual. For the most part, I am a very good student, always getting my work done, never late to class and never causing trouble. There is just one thing that I keep hidden as best I can; I am extremely sexual. I am always sexting guys in class and sending them naughty pictures. There are a few people who know my secret, but to most I am the quiet, shy one who keeps to herself.

I scrolled through an app thinking about how I wanted to have a little fun.

“Any teachers want to talk? Winky face," I posted. I could feel the tension grow inside me.

The messages poured in as they usually did on this app the second you posted anything slightly sexual, whether you meant it to be or not. I sifted through them, looking for just the right person, finally narrowing it down to a few.

There was one that seemed to stick out more than the others. He was a history teacher. I kept talking with him, digging deeper into the mystery man on the other end. After I asked a tonne of questions, he started to get cold feet. He knew that I was a student and where I went. He had told me that he worked at a school in the next town. After several more messages back and forth, I finally told him who I was. Then he didn't answer back.

While walking down the hall to my next class, I couldn't stop thinking about him. Would he message back now that he knew who I was? Would he tell someone and get me in trouble? Was he even an actual teacher? Why did I want him to answer back so badly?

These questions ran through my head over and over. When I arrived at my next class, I put my things down and immediately checked my phone. I had a new message, but it wasn't from him. I don’t know what it was, but I only wanted to hear from him. I put my headphones in, trying not to think about it too much. With every new message, I grew more excited, only to be disappointed when I opened it. I kept waiting and waiting until finally, he messaged back.

He was a teacher at my school. The teacher that I thought was hot. I couldn't believe my eyes; I read his name over and over again: "Landon." He didn't tell me that he was a teacher at my school, but the minute I saw his name, I knew that it was him. There aren't very many people around here named that. What are the odds that the school in the next town has a history teacher with the same name?

I started to confront him about working at my school and eventually got him to admit it. I sat there not knowing what to say next. It was crazy that I ended up talking to a teacher from my school, let alone the one I liked. I was getting wet just thinking about it. Sliding my hand under the desk, I started to rub my pussy through my clothes. It hadn't dawned on me before, but I had his class next.

I talked to him through study hall, getting more excited by the minute. How was I going to face him in class? My seat was right next to his desk. Would he be looking over to see if I was messaging him while he was trying to teach? Would he read any of the messages during class? Would I be able to hide how horny I was? The bell rang and distracted me from my thoughts. It was time for his class.

I was usually the first one in the room, but I couldn't be alone in there with him today, so I followed my friends back to their lockers to get their things. When I finally walked into the room, I tried not to make eye contact, and I could tell he was doing the same. He was standing at the front of the room getting a presentation ready. He was about 5’ 8” with short brown hair and deep brown eyes. My favourite thing about him was that he always wore tight clothing. Skinny jeans some days but other days tight dress pants, which is what he had on today.

His pants were black, and he had his light purple dress shirt that matched his skin so perfectly. I couldn't help but stare at him as he bent over and plugged everything in. When he stood up, he looked in my direction, and I immediately looked away. “Had he caught me staring?” I wondered as my face started to grow hot. I could feel his eyes on me while he walked back to his desk. Taking out my notebook, I tried to ignore the fact that my panties were wet. I was hoping nobody would notice that I was breathing harder. The bell rang to start class, and he shut off the lights.

Landon was walking around the room as he started the presentation on the Egyptians. I was writing down all the notes while trying my best to concentrate. He had made his way to the back of the room and was walking towards me. Every step he took made my heart beat faster, and when he stopped behind me, it was beating out of my chest.

I swallowed hard as my hands shook, making it impossible to take the notes. I could feel him smile, knowing the effect he was having on me. I took my phone out and typed to him.

“You’re driving me crazy.”

I left my phone out on my desk in a place that he could see it. While he was talking, I knew he must have read my message because his words trailed off for a few seconds, and then he cleared his throat before beginning again. I slid my phone back under my things and watched him as he walked to the side of the room. He turned, looking my direction, and I decided it was my turn to mess with him.

I uncrossed my legs, spreading them apart slightly, and slid my hand between them. While slowly starting to rub my pussy, I unzipped my sweatshirt so my cleavage was showing. He didn't take his eyes off of me as he stumbled over his words. I bit my lip and kept touching myself, still trying to take the notes. His cock was starting to get hard, but he didn't seem to care. It was getting to be quite noticeable because of his tight pants, and I couldn't stop staring. I wondered how big it was as I imagined him sliding it deep into my wet pussy. The bell rang, bringing me back to reality. 

That night I couldn't stop thinking about how I turned Landon on. I was still messaging him, and I decided to send him a picture, hoping he would send one in return. I put on my white panties with black lace around the edges and stood in front of the mirror with my arm over my chest. I let my long brown hair fall around my body and looked into the camera with my teasing brown eyes.

I took a few pictures and found one that I liked, then sent it to him. He messaged back.

"Ooo, so that’s what’s been hiding under those sweatshirts. The things I’d like to do to you.”

I asked him what it was that he wanted to do. He told me that I’d find out soon enough. I got into my bed, going over everything that happened.

My left hand wandered to my chest, and I started to squeeze my nipples, thinking about what it would feel like if they were in Landon’s mouth. My right hand slid lower down to my clit. I started to rub it, thinking of his tongue flicking against it and sliding lower to my pussy. He'd lick my pussy lips and slip his tongue inside while reaching up to my chest with one hand and rubbing my clit with his other.

I could feel my orgasm growing inside me as it played out in my head. I was getting so wet that the sheets beneath me were starting to get soaked. Sliding my finger inside my pussy I imagined what his cock would feel like as I started to moan. Pushing it deep inside me, making me grab the sheets and arch my back. He'd slide in and out of me, getting harder and harder with each thrust. My body would shake as he fucked me hard. "Oh, Landon, you're going to make me cum; please don't stop," I’d scream as he brought me to orgasm. 

The next day I woke up early and looked through my closet to find something that I could tease Landon’s eyes with. I put on a pink all-lace thong with a pink lace bra to match. I picked out my skinny black yoga pants and a tight blue sweatshirt. I went through my day as normal as possible while messaging him and trying not to soak my panties. When it was finally time for his class, I waited for my friends again and then went in with them.

He was sitting at his desk with his hand hidden under it. I started to wonder what he was doing, but every thought turned me on more. When class started he shut the lights off again so we could take more notes and started handing out papers. He came to my desk, and I bit my lip as I looked up at him. Handing me some papers, he gave me a grin and carried on with his task. I glanced at what he handed me and noticed that he wrote something.

“see me after school," it said.

My mind raced with what it was going to be about. I couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the day. 

When the bell finally rang for the end of the day, I made my way back to Landon’s classroom. I didn't know what he had in mind, but I had a feeling I knew where this was going. I got to his room and knocked on the door before walking in. The lights were off, and I didn't see him at first, but as soon as I closed the door behind me, he pinned me against the wall.

He took my bag and dropped it to the floor, then held both my wrists above my head with his hand.

“I’ve been looking at your ass all day. I know you wore that outfit just for me.”

I was trying not to show him how much he was turning me on. He whispered into my ear, "When we first started talking, I would have never guessed that it was you. You always look so innocent.”

I bit my lip as I felt his words against my neck.

“You’re always quiet in class, and you don't ever show the side you’ve shown me.”

He pulled the zipper on my sweatshirt down to reveal my pink lace bra. With a sly grin, he whispered, "Oh, no shirt under?”

Before I could answer, he slid his hand down the front of my pants and started rubbing my clit. He was making me extremely wet, and I was trying my hardest not to moan. He started to rub my clit harder as he bit my neck.

“Mmmm you have to stop; you’re going to make me cum.” I moaned, staying as quiet as I could.

He stopped biting my neck and started kissing me. Slipping his tongue into my mouth while still teasing my clit. He was getting me so close my legs started to get shaky, and I moaned into his mouth. He took his hand out of his pants and let my wrists go as he locked the door.

Landon turned to me and took my hand, pulling me to his desk and placing me on it. He pushed me back so I was lying down. He slid a finger into my pussy and started licking me.

I ran my fingers through his hair as he flicked his tongue across my clit. He was bringing me closer and closer; I couldn't stay quiet any longer.

“Mmmm, Landon, you’re going to make me cum. I can’t take it.” He started to finger me harder. I couldn’t take any longer. “Oh my god, Landon, you’re making me cum.”

I moaned as I arched my back and bit my lip. He kept slowly rubbing my clit as I came back down from my orgasm. I looked into his eyes and said, “Now it’s my turn.”

I got down on my knees in front of him and started to take off his pants. His cock was so big and hard I took it in my hand and looked up into his eyes as I swirled my tongue around the tip. Slowly taking little by little into my mouth until it was touching the back of my throat.

I slid it in and out of my mouth, squeezing the shaft with my lips. I took it deep into my mouth and then slowly slid it all the way out. Sliding my tongue down his shaft to his balls, I started to lick them. I sucked them into my mouth and pulled my head back until they popped out.

His balls were so sensitive he started to moan. I licked my way back up to the tip of his cock and took it deep into my throat again. He grabbed the back of my head and started to fuck my mouth. Sliding his cock in and out harder and harder.

"God, your mouth feels so good," he said in between grunts. “I’m going to cum," he said as he shot his load down my throat.

I looked up at him as I swallowed it all.

“You are naughtier than I thought," he whispered back. 

Landon stood up and bent me over his desk. He started rubbing my pussy with the tip of his cock and then slid it deep inside me.

“Your pussy is so tight," he moaned, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back as he pushed himself deep inside me.

His cock was so big I felt every inch as he slid it in and out of my pussy. “Oh god, your cock is so deep," I said through moans.

He was fucking me harder and harder, pushing things off his desk onto the floor. He flipped me over onto my back and put my legs up against his body.

I bit my lip and stared into his eyes. He started to rub my clit. I could feel the orgasm building inside me as I wrapped my legs around his body and pulled him closer to me.

“You’re going to make me cum; don’t stop," I said breathlessly.

He started fucking me faster, rubbing my clit harder. I couldn't keep quiet any longer, and I started moaning, losing track of where I was and paying attention only to how he was making me feel.

“You’re such a naughty girl," he said, leaning his body over me and covering my mouth with his free hand. My body tensed as my eyes rolled back and my legs started shaking.

"Ohh yes," I said under his hand as he brought me to orgasm. He pushed his cock deep inside me one last time and shot his cum deep into my pussy and moaned, "God, you're so hot.”