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Miss Muller?s hand lightly rubbed my thigh. It was down toward my knee, but still, it was a female teacher in contact with her sixteen-year old male student. I?m sure I tensed and she stopped. It was pre-COVID January, 2020, and we were in The Old Spaghetti Factory ? me and Miss Muller and three cheerleaders. I wrote sports for the school paper. Miss Muller taught English and managed the cheerleading squad.The cheerleaders got up and left. I started to get up, too, and felt her hand on my thigh again.?Just wait until I pay the tab,?, she said. ?Maybe I?ll give you something you can quote. Maybe something better than a quote.?I eased back down in my chair and waited anxiously while she paid the bill. She said, ?Now, it?s up to you, but I?m driving home and inviting you to ride with me. It?s a very short drive.?And it was. She parked in her apartment complex?s general parking area and we walked to her apartment. We had talked about the basketball game we?d both been at. I wanted to ask what this trip was about and I was too shy to ask. I was afraid that if she thought about it, she?d change her mind. I tend to analyze everything before I say it.Miss Muller was an attractive lady. And when I say, ?lady?, I?m talking about someone maybe 23 years old? She was fairly young in any case, with shoulder-length blond hair and a trim figure that made sense for cheerleading. Her boobs were about average, I?d say, or even less, but she had a really tight butt. And her legs, which I couldn?t see on account of her jeans, I knew to be spectacular.We walked into her apartment and she locked the door behind us. She took my hand and led me to the sofa. We sat and she kissed me. It wasn?t just an ordinary kiss, either. She used her tongue and she put her hand on my jeans zipper. I was already hard and she rubbed Escort Sefaköy (http://sefakoy.t2bro.net) my cock through the denim. Her other hand pulled my hand and put it on her breast.?Chad,? she said, ?I?ve wanted to kiss you for months now. Months!?She kissed me some more, our tongues mixing together. I knew something about kissing and just about nothing else outside of school work and, maybe, writing for the paper. I undid a blouse button and she moaned. I had no idea why she moaned and I still don?t. I undid another button and she moaned again. Three buttons later my hand was inside her blouse and touching her breast through her bra.Miss Muller clearly wasn?t satisfied with that and she quickly took off her blouse and bra and pulled my hand back to her breast. With two fingers, she stroked my cock through my jeans, up and down the sides of my cock, then right over the top of it where it was most sensitive.I palmed her breast and my fingers slid down the incline of skin to find her nipple. She moaned again. She stood and took off her sneakers and jeans. Wearing only panties, she resumed rubbing my dick. I thought to take off my jeans, but I was afraid to risk scaring her away. I?ll agree that was dumb, but that was my concern at the time. At that point, no girl or woman had seen my cock, not in a sexual situation.She pulled my hand down inside her panties. I sort of knew what to do and put a finger inside her pussy. She gasped and rolled her eyes. Her pussy was incredibly wet. I put in a second finger and moved them in and out. At the same time, I felt my own orgasm building. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted her mouth on my cock. I wanted a hand job. I came in my jeans.Miss Muller saw or felt what was coming, I guess, and she pressed the end of my cock fairly hard. Cum spurted Yenibosna escort bayan (http://yenibosna.t2bro.net) out, long streams of it that I could feel seeping down the length of my cock. My cum left a wet spot on the front of my jeans.?Wow,? I said, just about the only thing I?d said since entering her apartment. ?That was awesome.??Well, for you, maybe, for me, not so much.? But she was smiling, her teeth flashing white.?I?m sorry,? I said, suddenly embarrassed. ?What should I do??She thought about it and said, ?Well, this time, we?ll just call it a pleasant evening. Next time, though, we?ll take better care of me before I take care of you. OK???Totally OK,? I replied.We talked a little about why she chose me: I was smart, she said, and unlikely to tell anyone; I was good-looking, even if not quarterback material; and she liked how I?d stared at her so often, obviously lusting after her. It was all true or close enough to the truth. I didn?t point out that I looked at a large fraction of girls in my class with the same lustful attitude and hard cock. I still wasn?t sure why she didn?t just date someone her own age, but I wasn?t about to ask.She drove me home, but told me that in the future I needed to get back and forth on my own. I went directly to my room and got my clothes off before my mom could see the residual wet spot or find some way to deduce what had happened. I expected to fall asleep directly that night, but it took almost an hour, including four excellent minutes of masturbating.The next two days were spent doing school work, newspaper work, homework ? the usual things. Friday night, though, in the third quarter of the basketball game, Miss Muller asked me if I?d come by that evening. Of course I would.I drove my mom?s car to Miss Muller?s apartment and Halkalı escort (http://halkali.t2bro.net) knocked on the door. She let me in ? she was wearing just a nighty and panties. My cock was already stiff and it got even harder. She took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. As we entered, she let go of my hand and I watched her ass as she walked to the bed. Her butt was as tight as the front of my jeans felt.She told me to get undressed and she took off what little she was wearing. I put my clothes on a chair in the corner, feeling somewhat embarrassed at my hard cock standing straight out from my body. But Miss Muller seemed almost mesmerized by it. She walked over to me and stroked my dick. She rubbed my balls.?You?re kind of on the large side,? she said. ?How big is your cock??I really didn?t know. It seemed about average to me, based on watching a fair amount of porn. I admitted my ignorance.?Well, never mind,? she said, ?get over here. We?ll measure your cock later.?We went to her bed and I climbed on top of her, missionary-style, my legs between hers. We kissed, deeply, and my cock was right at the entrance to her pussy. She had a hand on my ass and was kneading it. I could feel how wet she was with the end of my dick, which eased into her about an inch.?Don?t,? she said, probably not wanting my cock inside her yet, but it was too late. Just an inch into her pussy, no in and out, and I came. It had taken me about ten seconds. I shot a stream of cum into her pussy before my cock popped out and the rest surged between us, covering both our tummies with cream. She reached down and encircled my cock with her hand, stroking out the last drops.?We need to stop doing that,? she said. ?Can?t you think about baseball or something???Really,? I croaked, my throat dry, ?all I can think about is how beautiful you are.?She kissed me. And she pushed my head down toward her breast, the one without the beauty mark. I didn?t need to be told what to do, although I hadn?t done it before. I licked her breast and sucked a nipple. My hand kneaded the other breast. Miss Muller?s head was on a pillow and she was watching me.