I looked at the skirt Mum provided for me to wear on my first day of college. I scoffed. So long, so boring! I cut it to the length I wanted. The blouse was passable, so I tied it at the waist. Not bad, I thought, looking in the mirror.

I went down to have breakfast and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw everyone had already left for work. I didn't want to get into it with Mum over my skirt, even though I turned nineteen yesterday.

The pick-up bus arrived, and I sat beside a girl who was also new. I introduced myself as Issy, short for Isobel, and she told me her name was Jane. We were both nervous, but hit it off immediately.

When the bus pulled up, the boys rushed off first, and Jane and I followed, eager to find the assembly hall for the opening of the new school year.

We sat together and scanned the teachers gathering at the front. Jane and I whispered about the younger male teachers, commenting on how attractive they were. One, in particular, caught my eye. When he glanced in our direction, he smiled directly at me, making my heart flutter and my cheeks burn.

I blushed.

Jane and I parted ways as we headed to our homerooms, promising to catch up later. I arrived to find a room of very noisy chatter. Not knowing anyone, I sat down and wondered what the rest of the day would bring.

In walked the teacher. The very same teacher I'd pointed out to Jane.

He glanced around the room, and his eyes met mine. He smiled.

I blushed again. Talk about embarrassing!

I muttered to myself, "Why does this always happen to me? Why couldn't it be a different teacher?"

"Good Morning," he said in a smooth voice, "My name is Steve Black. This will be your homeroom for the year. I also teach English and History, so I daresay I will be seeing some of you in my classes. When I call your name, please come to my desk to collect your class timetable."

When my name was finally called, he gave me a knowing, sly grin. His eyes shifted to a dark brown, nearly black, just like his name. His aftershave lingered and aroused me. My breath caught. I feared he knew I fancied him.

"Check over your schedule, please. Any questions?" he asked.

I quickly checked two subjects. English and History. His name appeared beside both.

I cringed. I noticed him chuckle.

I cleared my throat before asking. "Excuse me, Sir. Is it possible to change classes?"

He answered, "Isobel, isn't it?"

"Yes, Sir, but everyone calls me Issy."

"Well, you would need a valid reason for changing classes," Steve replied. "Or is your problem with a certain teacher?"

He smiled.

"Issy, it is nice you call me Sir. Most students just call me Steve or Mr Black. I hope you keep calling me Sir."

He looked directly into my eyes.

"By the way, Issy, I love your outfit. It suits you."

I flushed a bright red.

"Don't worry about it, Sir. I will see you in class," I replied quietly.

"Good girl," he said very softly.

Steve then spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear.

"It will be my pleasure to teach you." It was loaded with innuendo I was not prepared for. My panties were soaked, not understanding why, as I returned to my seat.

Later, in the canteen, Jane and I discussed our timetables and teachers. I confided in her what happened with Mr. Steve Black. She laughed, not revealing she knew a lot more about the said Mr. Steve Black.

"Tell me! Tell me! What are you hiding from me?" I pleaded.

"You will find out soon enough," Jane replied, raising an eyebrow as she continued eating.

The afternoon was dedicated to sorting out sports houses and selecting activities. I registered for netball and swimming. At the swimming area, Mr Black was already there, acting as the coordinator. There he was, as large as life. The man himself!

Once again, he smiled.

"Looks like we will be seeing a bit of each other, Issy," he muttered with a smug smile.

"It seems so. I don't seem to be able to get away from you, Sir," I replied, resigning myself to my embarrassment. His hand held the form a little longer than necessary, forcing me to look into his eyes. I took the form and left.

After registering for netball with a female coordinator, I felt a sense of relief.

I then reported back to my homeroom.

"Classes start at eight-thirty tomorrow morning," Mr Black announced. "Don't be late. The doors are locked five minutes after class starts."

The hooter sounded.

"You are all dismissed. See you in the morning, ready to work hard."

He was looking directly at me when he said the last few words.

I left the room feeling his eyes were following me.

I met up with Jane. We boarded the bus. We chatted about our day and our families. I told her I have a much older brother, and Mum and Dad. Jane told me she has Mum and Dad, four brothers, and lots of cousins.

"Why don't you come over Sunday at eleven o'clock?" Jane offered, "We have a big get-together. It's fun. Everyone brings something to eat."

"What would you like me to bring? " A cheesecake?" I suggested.

"How did you know that's my favourite?" Jane laughed.

"Is it casual dress?" I asked.

"Yes, and bring your swimsuit," Jane replied.

I jumped off the bus and raced home to tell Mum about Jane and my day. I left out the part about Sir, of course.

I felt a strange flutter inside me, something I had never experienced before.

"Young Lady! What have you done to that skirt?" Mum was angry.

"It was too long, Mum, so I shortened it," I muttered as I rolled my eyes.

"You can nearly see your panties! It's much too short. You are not to wear that skirt again!" She was in full Mum mode.

"I wonder what will happen to you, Issy," she said, shaking her head. "You ask for trouble, wearing short skirts like that. It attracts the wrong sort of attention."

Mum went on and on.

I wondered what the right type of attention was, but I didn't dare ask.

"Whatever, Mum," I sighed.

The week flew by as I settled into my new subjects. History was fast becoming my favourite subject. The subject matter was comparing reasons behind each war, from early history to current times. Sir was quite the teacher, making History very exciting. It didn't hurt that he was so good-looking, with a physique to match.

English was equally exciting with the interesting novels and poetry we were reading. Didn't hurt the eyes looking at his tight trousers either, fanning the imagination. Maths was as boring as ever, so was the teacher. My other subjects didn't really matter.

Sunday arrived. I jumped out of bed, excited about the day ahead. I baked the cheesecake and was ready to leave by ten o'clock. I made sure my bikini was in my bag.

Dad drove me to Jane's place. He told me to have fun and to ring him when I needed to be picked up.

Jane answered the door. She took the cheesecake and cooed.

"Looks lovely, Issy."

We went outside. There were people everywhere, mostly men.

"Where did all the men come from?" I asked.

Jane laughed.

"They are my cousins."

"Could we go for a swim in the pool?" I asked.

We promptly changed into our swimsuits. I jumped in and started swimming lengths. When I stopped to catch my breath, I heard a familiar voice.

"No, it can't be," I muttered.

He was laughing.

"Oh yes, it can be," Steve said.

"Hmm... Hello, Sir," I managed to croak.

Jane swam up to me; she was laughing.

"Steve is my cousin. That's why I never said anything. I told you, you would find out."

I struggled with my emotions, feeling thoroughly embarrassed. It didn't help when I noticed the bulge in Sir's swimsuit, or his bare chest that was so touchable. The last thing I expected was to find my teacher at Jane's family get-together.

"So the joke is on me," I said, disappointed.

I swam away.

Jane called out, "Wait, Issy!"

I got out of the pool and hurriedly dressed. I was startled to find Sir waiting outside the door. He had added a shirt to his attire, but that did nothing to make the situation less awkward, or to quash my desire.

"I think we need to talk, Issy."

"Yes, Sir, I think we do," I replied, averting my eyes as I said it, still feeling flushed by my desire to kiss him.

He stepped closer to me. He was melting my resolve.

He spoke. "I am attracted to you. You are very sexy. And that bikini you had on. How could I not be, but... as a teacher, I should not feel that way. Something about you makes me feel so alive and vibrant. However, I would lose my job if anyone suspected anything." He came closer; I was frozen on the spot, my heart pounding, willing him to kiss me.

His words surprised me.

I swallowed before replying.

"Well, Sir, I cannot deny my attraction to you either. But..." I lowered my head, embarrassed. "I have never had a boyfriend."

He looked at me thoughtfully.

I wanted to add, "But I would like to." I think he read my mind.

"But you would like to." His hand cupped my chin; my legs went weak. I was a puddle emotionally and in my panties. I willed him to kiss me. "Maybe I could tutor you after school. That way it would be less suspicious. He smiled as he said it.

Suddenly his lips were on mine, his large hands pulled me into him. I felt his cock, hard as a rock. My world crashed; I was in a blur. I think I visited heaven. My heartbeat belted out in my ears; my hands explored his chest. Suddenly, he pulled back. I let out my breath, reeling from my emotions.

"That would work, four o'clock after class."

"Yes, Sir," I gasped.

"School, or your home? Both are allowed."

"School!" I nearly yelled, visualising Mum watching this handsome, sexy man entering my room.

The tutoring was agreed upon and was noted by the school and my parents. It would happen at school or at home.

The day arrived, and Steve walked into the assigned study room. I closed the door, my heart pounding in my chest. We looked at each other. The heat in the room was electric. Without hesitation, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me gently.

"I wanted to kiss you when I saw you point me out, Issy," he murmured, an amused smile on his lips. "I actually spotted you way before you saw me. We just need to be careful."

He pulled me closer, if that was at all possible. "I am a dominant male, Issy. I like to be in charge. I will go slowly with you. Ask questions whenever you need to. Tell me your likes and dislikes about anything. I will guide you gently into what we create."

His words sent a thrill through me. As we kissed passionately, I melted into the moment, completely mesmerised by him. My panties were soaked and I didn't know why. I felt something hard pressing into me. I felt so dumb, not knowing what was happening to me. I was feeling intoxicated, lost in my feelings. Then my world broke into pieces, and my feelings exploded. He touched my breasts.

I was lost to it all. I knew then I was his.

He picked me up and placed me on the sofa. Kneeling beside me, he began unbuttoning my blouse. I did nothing to stop him, my breath coming in pants as his touch felt indescribable.

Once my bra was gone, his lips found my nipples, his tongue swirling then sucking gently. My head spun with sensations I had never experienced before. His hand drifted downward, cupping my soaked panties. I gasped, a moan escaping my lips as he squeezed, making the heat between us even more intense.

He nuzzled under my ear, whispering how sexy I was. I knew I should stop him, but the feelings overwhelmed me. I didn't want it to stop.

"Issy, do you want to go further? Because I am finding it very hard to stop," he said, breathing heavily.

"Sir, I am feeling feelings I have never experienced. I don't know what to do." I uttered breathlessly. "Can you decide? I... trust you."

"You know if we go further, you will no longer be a virgin, Issy. You will be mine, only mine. I won't want anyone else touching you." He leaned in and added gently. "Do you understand?"

I gulped and responded with a breathy tone, "I want you to consume me, Sir." I stared into his eyes, pleading, wanting.

He smiled gently. "You need to get on the pill, Issy, before we go further. When we make love for the first time, we will be in a very special place, for that special time. I want you to remember it fondly."

I nodded, resting my head on his chest, feeling safe.

--0--

Months later:

Everything was going well. My grades were very good. Our relationship was even better. Sir was so attentive and considerate. I learnt how to please him, and he educated me about my sexual feelings and how my body was reacting. We waited in earnest for the birth control pills to be fully effective.

He phoned my parents and asked if he could take me hiking one weekend. I was surprised they agreed. He booked a cabin in the mountains by a lake.

Then he asked me the question. "Are you ready, Issy? Will we take our relationship to the next level?"

I beamed. "Yes, Sir. I have been patient. I have never wanted anything more."

"I have booked a cabin by a lake in the mountains. It is secluded, so we will be safe from prying eyes. It is quite lovely."

"When do we go, Sir?" I asked

"Next weekend. I hope that suits you," Sir said.

"Sooner the better, Sir," I smiled as I spoke.

"Be ready after school. We will take off Friday, and be back Sunday evening."

The Friday arrived. The school day dragged, but eventually ended. Sir picked me up, and we took off. We held hands and chatted as we drove. It was romantic. I felt we belonged together. We stopped on the way for something to eat, then continued on for another hour.

Eventually we arrived.

A long driveway led to a quaint cabin nestled among trees beside a lake. The moon was full, casting beautiful reflections across the water. It was so picturesque, it took my breath away.

We unpacked the car, organised the food, made the bed before grabbing a drink.

We sat on the deck, overlooking the magnificent scenery. I felt as though I had stepped into a romantic painting.

Of course, I was wrapped in Sir's arms, so enthused to be finally free of constraints.

"Issy, how old are you? I never asked," he whispered.

"Nineteen. I am older than my fellow students, because I spent some time overseas. I didn't study when I was with the Red Cross, working in the refugee camps."

"That explains a few things. I knew you were older than Jane."

Sir studied my face with a sense of pride. "You have seen the best and the worst of life then."

"You could say that. But I have never experienced what I feel for you. How old are you, Sir?" I whispered.

He laughed at my boldness. "I am twenty-six. I hope you don't think me old." He smiled before continuing, "Issy, you are precious to me. I have not had feelings like this either. How I have restrained myself goes beyond my understanding. Now, we can explore and enjoy each other fully." We kissed, and I shivered, not wanting it to end, but wanting what was to come even more. "If you aren't ready, Issy, I can wait. You are worth the wait."

"Sir, if you make me wait any longer, I will bash you up," I retorted.

"Listen here, girlie, I am the one in charge. You will be over my lap in an instant if you keep being cheeky," Sir said in a commanding voice.

I laughed. "Oh really? And when is that about to happen, Sir?"

Sir moved so fast it took my breath away. He lifted my skirt and flung me over his lap. Six hard slaps were dished out against my ass. Three on each cheek, leaving red finger marks against my pale skin. I slid to the floor, aghast.

"What... what was...?"

"Now, little girl, lose the brat in you. It doesn't suit you," he commanded, then pulled me into a passionate embrace. I forgot the rest of the world existed. Our tongues met in a rhythmic dance, curling together, dancing with romance. Our kiss lingered as our hands explored.

Sir stopped! Half-smiled, then muttered, "Not here."

He picked me up and carried me to the bed, kissing my neck and whispering words that made me ache with anticipation. I hung onto his neck, becoming more excited with each step. He gently placed me on the bed. He looked in my eyes, watching me intently. Naked, we each explored each other's full arousal.

"Turn over, Issy," Sir said with a softness that made my pussy ache.

As I did, he smoothed fragrant oil across my back and sore backside, his hands awakening every spot. I was gasping and groaning. He kissed me, and I was plunged me into euphoria.

"Are you ready, Issy?" Sir whispered as he nibbled my ear.

I couldn't speak; I was too enchanted by my feelings. I just nodded.

Sir positioned himself over me, kissing me as he did. I felt his hard cock, at my virginal entrance. My heart was pounding so hard, knowing this was happening; I was becoming his woman. Sir was so gentle, easing himself into me inch by inch, opening me up. Then he stopped at my barrier.

"Ready yourself, Issy. This will hurt, but will soon be enjoyable, I promise," Sir uttered.

I could barely speak. "Please, Sir, just do it."

He pushed hard, then drew back before entering again. I yelped; it did hurt. He held still.

"There's my good girl. The worst is over. Just hold still. The pain will subside," Sir assured me.

We stayed still, joined together, then Sir started to move. It was so tight, and it felt so full.

"Are you feeling all right, my darling girl?" Sir asked.

All right. That's all I heard.

I answered, "Yes."

He kissed me. Suddenly my world turned topsy-turvy as he moved. The feelings were... I cannot describe them. The glorious sensations made me rise to meet his thrusts. I wanted more. My hips instinctively rose to meet his. Suddenly, feelings crashed through my body, shaking my core like never before. My juices were squirting everywhere. I felt embarrassed. He just chuckled in my ear and kept giving me wave after wave of glorious sensations that rose and crashed repeatedly through my body.

I held onto his back. My legs shook with each thrust. I felt him getting bigger inside me. I felt his hard cock, twitching in me. It was a weird sensation. He stiffened and called out my name. I felt Sir's seed hitting my walls. I had another orgasm from the sensation. I didn't understand what was happening. It was such a wonderful and mysterious feeling. I wanted more and more.

I hugged Sir so tight as these new feelings engulfed me. The passion was so intense.

We were tightly wrapped in each other's arms, coupled together. After a few moments, Sir slid to my side. He held me tightly, like he never wanted to let me go.

"Issy, thank you for giving me the honour of easing you into womanhood. You are now mine to protect. You trusted me with your body and your mind. Now I give you my total devotion and trust. We will travel this journey together as a united front." He added, "Don't ever leave me."

I breathed deeply and sighed. "Sir, I have no intention of ever leaving you."

We curled up together and slept the night away.

The sun rose high, sending golden beams through the curtains. It looked like a glorious day. I checked my body to make sure last night had not been a dream.

I rolled over and I was alone. A moment later, Sir then walked in with steaming mugs of coffee for him, hot chocolate for me. We sat on the bed and we kissed. Everything felt real, and we were comfortable with each other.

"How are you feeling, my little one?" Sir smiled and caressed my face as he said it.

"Wonderful, enriched and enlightened to the joys that sex can bring."

He teased. "Already? After your one time?"

I laughed, and playfully pushed him. "I look forward to much more of our enjoyment."

He laughed as well, then leaned over and kissed me so gently, so lovingly.

"Today we can fish the lake, or we can hike. You are probably tender, so the choice is yours," Sir said.

"Can we do a little of both? Please, Sir?"

"We can. This weekend is a celebration of us," he replied.

We had eggs and coffee for breakfast, then went for a leisurely walk around the lake. The birds were singing and chattering. It was so beautiful, the trees glistening with their wonderful foliage and flowers and the bees humming. Nature at its best. The air was so refreshing, almost rejuvenating our souls. Nature was just perfect. I could not get enough of it. We turned back before lunchtime.

We had salad for lunch, between kissing and fondling each other.

I got Sir so hard. I knelt right there in the kitchen and started sucking him, as he had taught me. I ran my tongue around his mushroom head, teasing his frenulum. I looked into his eyes. Sir was getting lost in the moment. I licked from base to tip, all around, then plunged his cock deep into my warm, moist mouth. I kept bobbing up and down, in a rhythmic manner. I cupped his balls and massaged them as he liked it done. I held his buttocks into me, so I could take all of his cock. Sir held my head, then started moving with me. His movements became faster and faster. All of a sudden he froze, then erupted in my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could. Some escaped. Sir scooped up the overspill and fed it to me. He pulled me up, kissing me so passionately.

Sir asked, "Issy, are you sore from last night?"

"Just tender, Sir. I will be right for tonight," I said, smirking and laughing.

He smiled back and took my hand. "Come on, let's see if we can catch a fish for tonight's dinner."

We trundled down the path to the lake, set up our chairs and cooler bag with our drinks and snacks. We baited our hooks and waited patiently. Lo and behold, my line started buzzing. I quickly grabbed it to stop the runaway line and started reeling in the fish. Inch by inch, the fish surrendered, giving me a battle. I eventually landed the biggest trout I had ever seen. Disappointingly, it was a breeder, so I released it. We kept fishing. We caught a few, enough for dinner. We wandered up to the cabin with our prized catch. We cleaned the fish ready to cook for dinner.

With a sly grin, Sir suggested a hot tub. I agreed with him.

We couldn't rip our clothes off quickly enough. We ventured in, immediately pulling each other into an embrace. Kissing and nibbling each other, it felt so natural now. I had my legs wrapped around Sir's waist. He was holding me by my buttocks. I knew his erection was there; I felt it bumping into me. He lowered me onto his hard shaft. I gasped. In the heated water, it felt amazing.

"I can't get enough of you, Izzy," Sir purred in my ear.

"I am exactly where I want to be, Sir. Here with you," I sighed. "Hmmm. I feel your hard cock inching into me. It's taking my breath away." I purred, moaning.

We hugged each other, feeling our union complete us. We rocked and moaned, giving each other so much pleasure, never wanting it to end. We refrained from cumming in the spa, obeying the big red sign forbidding it. What a crazy sign.

Satisfied for now, we went and prepared the fish and some salad for dinner. I hadn't realised how making love would make me so ravenous.

After the clean-up, we decided to play cards, with a twist, of course. Every time one of us lost, we lost an article of clothing. The game was poker.

We sat across from each other; the air was thick with anticipation. We placed a low coffee table between us, as the stakes of the friendly game slowly became clear.

"Highest card deals," he said. I flipped a Queen. He countered with a King.

Sir had the deal. We stared at each other in a mischievously playful way, wondering who may win, knowing both of us would reap the prize. The cards were dealt. He held three Jacks; I held a pair of nines. I removed my sneakers.

My deal. Once again, Sir held the winning hand.

"Two pairs," he shouted gleefully.

I gracefully folded my cards. I proceeded to unbutton my blouse and discard it. Sir's eyes started to glisten. The next hand became more intense.

I finally won a hand with a Flush! I became excited watching Sir remove his shirt. He rubbed his chest very suggestively, smirking the whole time. I rolled my eyes as I smiled. The game went on until we were down to underwear.

Sir dealt. We both looked at our cards, gingerly. I discarded two cards; he discarded three. Sir won with two pairs. Well, it was off with my panties or my bra. I stood, turning my back to him. Decided on my panties. I took hold of the waist of my panties. I did a slow dance, wriggling my hips as I took them off. I looked back to see his eyes full of lust. His cock was hard; it was poking out at the top of his briefs.

I sat again, my bra feeling tight. My nipples as hard as his cock.

The next hand became tense. The cards were dealt. I sat on mine; Sir took two. He looked at me with a grin. I was poker-faced, not giving anything away. He flipped his cards, expecting to win. He didn't. I held a Royal Flush!

He shook his head as I laughed uncontrollably. He stood, taking down his briefs and out popped the stiffest erection. I just smiled, watching, perving.

"Time for bed, and not to sleep, young lady," Sir uttered.

He scooped me in his arms and nearly ran to the bedroom. He tossed me on the bed.

"Get rid of the bra," was all he said.

I did, but before I could even toss it, he was between my legs, feasting. It felt so incredible, taking me to the heights and depths of passion. My moans went from purring to screaming as he nibbled on my clit. I held his head there, not wanting him to stop. I was rubbing myself all over his face, crazy with desire. I couldn't prolong the inevitable as my climax crashed through my body. I was shaking uncontrollably. This was beyond anything I had experienced.

Through a haze of recovery, I saw Sir looking confidently smug, his face wet with my nectar.

"Good girl, that's what I like to see."

Before I could respond, I felt Sir's hard, rigid cock entering my very wet pussy. It felt like I was in heaven; everything felt so perfect. Never did I envisage sex to feel so wondrous, so grounding, yet so heavenly. I was moaning as he entered me, stretching me. I never wanted his thrusting to end. I had another earth-shattering orgasm, juices flooding Sir's cock. That was too much, and he grunted loudly as he released his seed. We lay there, frozen in each other's arms.

The emotion was so electric between us. Neither of us wanted to move. He kissed me, like I was the most precious person to him. I felt like a Queen.

We slept in each other's arms.

Another day dawned, our last day before we joined our everyday life again.

We kissed and cuddled. That led to a slow, loving and intimate connection, a fusion of two souls, as we looked intimately into each other's eyes. Was so different from last night, but it felt like a fusion of togetherness, a oneness, a total consummation of our union. Whispered promises followed, as we were both now so physically and emotionally entwined. The future as a couple felt inevitable. We were both so happy.

We enjoyed a slow, leisurely day by the lake, laughing, joking, and enjoying each other's company. Time went quickly. It was departing time before we realised. We hurriedly packed the car, said goodbye to our wonderful cottage by the lake, and promised to be back soon.