Nikki and her Teacher (3 page)

His lips had been so incredibly soft that a jolt had shot straight to my pussy when he kissed me. As I packed, I picked out what I’d wear on our picnic. I had a pair of jean shorts and a tank top. I thought about wearing the tank top without a bra, but I didn’t want him to think of me as a slutty young teenager. I wanted Coach, I mean Bryan, to think of me as a woman. As the woman he’s going to spend the rest of his life with.

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I tried not to skip as I hurried along to our meeting place the next morning. I was so excited I couldn’t even think straight. I was going on a picnic with Bryan. I’d spent the whole night practicing calling him Bryan in my head. It wasn’t easy, but I was getting there.

He pulled up just as I reached the corner. I hopped into the passenger seat and buckled up. I turned to smile at him. He looked so sexy today. He was wearing cut-offs and an old T-shirt. I’d never seen his legs before. I found myself staring at them the way I used to stare at his crotch in class. I hoped I could break down his barriers and get him to fuck me soon.

I had been taught to wait for the man that I loved before having sex. Well, I’d found him, and I was ready to have sex with him. I’d been ready since the first day of school. Too bad he’d been so stubborn about the whole thing.

“Hi, Bryan,” I said softly. I had decided to try and stop coming on so strong. I think I was freaked him out a little bit, in a stalker kind of way.

He smiled at me as he pulled out of my neighborhood. “Hi, Nikki. I hope you’re hungry.”

I was. I had skipped breakfast, because I’d been up half the night thinking about our incredible kiss. As a result, I’d slept past nine. There was no point eating then. “Very. What did you bring?”

“Not telling. You’ll just have to sit there and wonder,” he teased.

I grinned at his teasing. This was definitely a side of him I hadn’t seen before, and I liked it.

“I’m surprised you’re taking me to the lake. Isn’t it a big hangout for the high school crowd?” I asked.

“It is, but not the part I’m taking you to. I have a buddy who has a cabin on a private beach on the other side of the lake from the public beach. We’ll eat there.”

“A cabin?” I asked excitedly. “Like with a bed?”

“Behave yourself, Nikole. I’m not taking you to bed today. We’re getting to know each other better. Remember?”

I nodded. “Not today. I can deal with that. How about tomorrow?”

He shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what I had said. “I think I need to get you fitted for a chastity belt.”

I looked over at him to gage his reaction to what I said. “I’m fine with a chastity belt as long as you have the only key.”

He sputtered. “You’ve got to stop talking that way! I’m a man, not a sixteen year old boy for you to tease.” I could tell I amused him, though.

“I’m not teasing. I’m dead serious.” I was, too. The sad thing was he knew that if I had the smallest chance, I’d have my legs wrapped so tightly around his waist he’d never get free.

He pulled onto a dirt road amongst the trees. I’m surprised he could find it. If we hadn’t been together, I never would have seen it. He parked in front of a small cabin under some trees. It was beautiful there. The winters here are brutal, but the summers are worth it.

I jumped down from the truck and waited while he collected a red and black plaid blanket and a picnic basket. What was a guy doing with a picnic basket? I wasn’t going to ask.

When he spread the blanket out on the grass, and set the picnic basket down on it, I noticed the tag hanging off the side of the basket. It was new! He’d actually bought a picnic basket for our picnic. Now, I felt special.

I kicked off my sandals as I waited until he sat down on the blanket, so I could sit close to him. I wasn’t sure if he’d try to snuggle up with me. I was pretty sure he wouldn’t, so waiting until after he sat down worked for me, because I got to sit as close to him as I wanted.

He opened up the picnic basket and presented me with a sandwich and a bag of chips. He gave me a choice between a bottle of Coke and a bottle of water. I took the water. I’ve never been much of a pop fan.

We watched the water as we ate. I asked him about the family that adopted him. For him the foster care thing sounded like a positive experience.

He asked how I’d ended up with the Richardsons. I told him the whole sordid story about Mr. Jackson chasing me around the house and trying to force me to be his plaything. Mr. Jackson was repulsive. I almost called him old, but really, he was probably about the same age as Bryan, so I left that out.

We had a really nice time, talking and getting to know one another. When I was finished eating, I picked up our trash and put it in the picnic basket to be disposed of later. I moved closer to him on the blanket, hoping he wouldn’t protest. He gave me a wary look, but he didn’t say anything. I took that as an encouraging sign.

I lay across the blanket with my head in his lap. I figured this was the only way he’d let me get close to his cock. I could feel it rising against the back of my head, but I didn’t say anything about it. I asked him why he’d become a teacher instead.

He smiled. “I never planned on teaching. I went to the university on a football scholarship. I planned on playing for the Vikings one day. I was on my way, too. But I blew out my knee in the last game of the season of my sophomore year. I hadn’t been working very hard at my studies before then, and of course, I lost my football scholarship. I started applying myself to school. My parents paid for me to go, but said they wouldn’t do it if my grades didn’t get above a 3.0 and stay there. So, I did it. I switched my major to PE with a minor in history. I ended up here. Justice High is the only school I’ve ever taught at.”

“I’m glad you ended up in Justice. I don’t think I’d have made it through the school year without you to look forward to every day,” I told him honestly.

He looked down at me in his lap. Until then, he’d been resolutely staring out over the water, trying to ignore the fact that I was so close to him. He reached down and trailed one finger along my cheek. “You know, I think I’m glad I ended up here, too.”

I wanted him to kiss me so badly, but I didn’t want to have to be the one to make the first move this time. I felt like all I’d done was throw myself at him, but now that he was actually interested in me, I didn’t want to do that anymore.

I sat up, and rested my head on his shoulder, hoping he’d get the hint and kiss me.

He slipped his arm around me, but didn’t make any moves toward kissing me. I tried not to let my disappointment show. “I know you think I’m moving too slowly. I know you think you’re ready for a hot and heavy relationship. I think we need to take it slow, because I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret later. I don’t want you to look back at this time in your life as a big mistake.”

I turned my head, and dropped a kiss to his shoulder. “I’m not going to think it’s a mistake. I believe that with love comes sex. I love you. I want to have sex with you. It’s a natural thing.”

He stroked the hair out of my face. “If you were 35, or hell, even 25, I’d agree with you. But you just turned 18. You have your whole life ahead of you. You may decide you don’t want to spend it in some old guy’s bed.”

“You are
not
old. I can’t even look at the boys my age after seeing you.” I turned my head slightly and kissed his neck, and then I kissed my way along his chin. I wanted him to kiss me so bad!

He looked down into my eyes, and finally, he lowered his head and kissed me. At first, it was just a quick brush of his lips against mine. I immediately parted my lips, and his tongue swept in. I sat up more fully and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pressing myself as close as I could. His arms came more fully around me, and his hand started to rub my back.

He was so gentle, like he was trying make sure he wasn’t going to scare me or something. Ha! If he could have read my thoughts, he’d have run scared!

Without any warning, I found myself flat on my back, with Bryan plastered on top of me. My legs were spread and he was between them. I felt the hard ridge of his cock pushing against my pussy through the layers of denim between us. Yes! This was what I wanted.

I wound my fingers through his soft hair, my other hand moving under his shirt to feel the hard muscles of his back. I loved how he felt under my fingertips.

His hands went to my tits through my tank top. I knew for a lot of guys my tits were the draw. They were so huge compared to my tiny waist. He cupped them in his hands, and then he kissed a trail down to the top of my tits, exposed over my tank top. His tongue poked out to trace a line right between the mounds of flesh.

I tugged his shirt up higher and tried to get it over his head, but he stopped and sat up abruptly.

“I didn’t mean for that to happen, Nikki.” His voice sounded like he was upset with himself.

I wanted to cry. “I know, but I want you so much. I want to feel you inside me so badly.”

He sucked in a harsh breath. “Have you ever been with a man before?”

I shook my head. “Not if you don’t count my dreams about you.” I reached out to touch him again, and he caught my hand. It was like we were back in his classroom all over again and he was telling me to stop coming on to him.

“I want you to just lie still for a bit. Okay? You can’t touch me,” he said emphatically.

I wanted to touch him more than anything, but I lay back on the blanket and just watched him. He unfastened the front of my shorts, and pulled them and my panties down and off of my feet. He stared at me for a moment, and then he pulled my tank top over my head.

I was lying there on our picnic blanket in just my front clasp bra. Within seconds, he’d unhooked that and spread the cups wide. He swallowed hard once my boobs were free, staring at them.

He dropped his mouth to one nipple, and gently licked across it, the same way you’d lick an ice cream cone. I shivered. He stared into my eyes as he took my nipple between his lips and started to suck on it. It was the most sensual thing I’d ever felt in my life.

He started moving his hand across my other nipple, then down, very slowly across my stomach, across my hip, and to my inner thigh. His hand slowly circled there for a moment, before traveling up to my pussy lips, and stroking his finger along me around and around the entrance to my cunt.

I arched myself up against his mouth, trying not to squirm under his fingers. His thumb found my clit and started rubbing it insistently. He inserted a finger into my pussy and I wanted to scream with the pleasure. Slowly, he started to finger-fuck me. I’d never had anyone touch me that way before. I knew I was moaning and making all kinds of loud obnoxious noises, but I just didn’t care!

The man obviously knew his way around a woman’s body. I quickly started thrusting my hips against his hand. “Bryan! That feels so good. Please fuck me!”

He didn’t respond to my words, just started to move his finger faster in and out of me. I felt myself clenching around his finger and let out a scream deep in my throat. He lifted his head from my breast to watch my face more fully as I came. He kept moving that finger in and out of me a few more times until he was sure that I was finished, and then pulled it out and licked it clean.