-----------------------------Everyone in all my scripts are 18 years or older------------------------

 

"Touch" by VK

 

[F4M][Teacher Student][AGE][Roleplay][BDSM][Longtime Fantasy][Vanilla][Romantic][Cheer Uniform]

A high school graduate fulfills a fantasy she's had for years

 

"Touch" is the very first one. In it, Melissa tells the story of her obsession with her teacher since the first time he touched her, up to the day she goes to seduce him. She mentions stories she has written about them during the years of wanting him. What follows are 10 of them in roughly chronological order. Over the time of these stories, she grows up and begins to take an interest in bondage and submission. The whole story (which I wrote before I ever thought about erotic audio) includes her almost daily diary entries.

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Touch

 
 

I was thinking about him while I got changed today after graduation and as usual, I got wet. The first time I felt this now-familiar heat between my legs, I was sixteen years old. That was three years ago when I was in tenth grade and on the varsity basketball cheer squad. That was the day I fell for Mr. Cotton. It was a totally weird situation that could never happen again that happened. He was a brand new teacher in our small school and when the latest flu epidemic had half the coaching staff home in bed, he had been tapped to chaperone the squad to an away game. I was in his history class when he'd gotten the call and I could tell that this amused him, but he did a good job of getting things together and keeping us on track.

 
 

Mr. Cotton had started teaching when he was in his 30's. He wasn't even the cutest teacher. He was a bit stocky and of average height, but he carried himself like a former athlete who took care of himself. More important to me, he had a really nice smile,sexy green eyes, thick brown hair that was already showing a few strands of gray, and he was always ready to laugh at how funny life got. He also knew how to react in a crisis, which he demonstrated when I had one.

 

My left leg wasn't feeling too good during our routines, but after the half it had become a terrible cramp in my calf. It was so bad,  I full-on collapsed in the middle of a turn. The girls helped me back to the hall outside the gym. He brought the big gear bag, rummaged in it and found what he wanted. He gave me two aspirins and a bottle of water as the rest of the squad ran back into the gym.

 

"Drink until you have to pee," he told me. Then he asked me which leg it was and told me to take that shoe off, then my sock. I drank water, kind of lost in the pain.

 
 

He took my lower leg in both hands and began probing for the knot. Then he started feeling my foot. Okay, I thought, what's this guy up to? So, I looked into his eyes--and that was it. Our eyes met and suddenly his touch was all I could feel. I felt my body begin to get really warm and I he was more than handsome.  He really seemed to know what he was doing too.  He found what he was looking for and began massaging around it. One hand on my calf and the other doing something helpful with my foot. I felt that warm glow seem to grow and focus on my pussy and I got soo crazily horny. Then, the pain was almost suddenly gone-or maybe it was there, but I was just feeling SO Good. My hips started to move as his fingers stroked and pulled at my muscles. It took me a minute to realize that he'd asked me a question.

 

"Melissa, Does it still hurt?" He said again. "I think, between the water, the aspirin and this, that we got it."

 

I managed to shake my head. He put both hands on my calf and began to knead less delicately. I got so much hotter. I held in a serious moan. I was so wet, I was nearly sure he could smell it. I felt way better-beyond better but I didn't say anything. I Didn't want him to stop. He must've thought I was wincing because I was still in pain, but actually it was because was so close to coming.  Suddenly it was all too much.

 
 

"I have to pee," I said. "All that water, you know?" I kept talking as I tried to get up. I leaned on him as I stood and smelled his cologne. I didn’t recognize it but knew I'd remember it forever. I tested my leg, putting weight on it gradually and it was fine. Not that it mattered. I would've crawled to the bathroom if I had to.

 

I ran into a stall and leaned against the wall. Hiking up my short white skirt, I plunged my hand into my panties and felt my pussy. I was sopping and my hand began rubbing my clit almost on its own. My other hand pushed up underneath my shell and sports bra and touched a nipple. I began to alternate pinching a nipple with kneading my titties. I closed my eyes and replayed the memory of him kneeling on the floor, touching me. I imagined that it was his touch, his hands inside my clothes, pinching and rolling my nipples...rubbing my pussy...teasing my clit....It was the first time I'd ever played with myself in a public bathroom and it was a mindblowing orgasm.  

 

Still tingling, I combed my hair and straightened my outfit out. Wondering what he thought of me,if he was into

cheerleaders, what it would be like to have him touching my entire body. Wondering if I had hit my head when I fell.

 

He was waiting for me when I came back out. And my heart jumped.

"You all better, Melissa?" He asked. I nodded, blushing. Kicking myself inside for not speaking.  

 

"Um your were really good with that massage stuff, where did you learn to do that?" I did manage to ask him as we returned to the game. He smiled a secret smile and I imagined him thinking about some old girlfriend. I felt myself about to sigh and caught it.

"I had a sister who played soccer," he finally said. "She got cramped up all the time."

 
 

He was a miracle worker all right. I cheered the rest of the game, wondering if he was watching me, believing he was and hoping it was because he had sensed the same connection I had--rather than because he thought I might fall down again--and wishing I was his sister. On  the bus ride home, I sat in the back, pretending to be asleep and peeking at him, wondering if he thought I was hot.

 

I was knew I was pretty and considered cute but not gorgeous. People told me I looked a lot like that actress who played Dawn on Buffy. I had similar reddish straight hair upturned eyes and wide smile, sensuous lips and a trim curvy shape. My breasts weren't big, only an A cup but I had such a tiny waist that they looked bigger. My mom was a B so I figured I'd at least get that big. On my small frame,B's would look fine, if I didn't pork out.

 

Time passed and I didn't pork out. I just got a little taller, a bit hippier and I never got over Mr. Cotton. I had boyfriends all  through school and had sex quite a few times, but I'd never got as excited with any of my boyfriends as I got just thinking of him putting his hands on me. I made excuses to see him, took every class with him that I could and made sure that I could brush up against him, or touch his hand when he returned papers. Every time, even the slightest contact would send me into orbit! I blew my mom's mind by suddenly acing every history class and I became one of Mr C's favorite students.

 

In school, I got as close and as comfortable with him as any high school student could get with a teacher. Outside of school, I made him the focus of my fantasy life. Not fairytale romantic stuff, usually, but wilder and dirtier sex. I've always been a writer-all of a sudden I was a pornographer. I wondered sometimes, if something was wrong with me. I wasn't a bad girl. I was perfectly normal average in every way, except that if he ever asked I would cheerfully drop everything and become his personal slut. I kept this software diary-thing separate from my real diary. That was where I put all these dirty "Melissa the Megaslut fucks Mr.Cotton" stories.

 

Sometimes I felt like I was living two lives.

 

I longed to do more, but kept talking myself out of it. I was pretty sure that I could seduce him if I tried, but that would likely get us both in a lot of trouble and maybe cost him his job. I knew that he loved teaching and he was one of the few teachers who made it fun without making it dumb and I wasn't the only one who thought so. He'd been a good friend to me over the years, from helping me find a college, and working on my writing to sometimes just listening. Besides my secret lust, I truly like him. I was not going to ruin his life.

 

Luckily, I turned 18 halfway through the last quarter of my senior year and that was when I decided. I was an adult then, and by May I wouldn't even be in high school anymore so there would be no problem, they would just be two people.  I was was a   woman now and I didn't want to go off to college without finding out what it would be like with this man.

 

He was at graduation, of course. And while they were all milling around in the parking lot, I heard him tell one of the other teachers that his ex. and her boyfriend had taken his daughter down to Florida for two months and that he was still getting used to how quiet the house was. I knew where he lived.  Outside of town in a small red house set-back from the road so that you could hardly see it. I'd driven by it a lot in the past few years. Well, the house wouldn't be so quiet tonight, I thought as I accepted his congratulatory hug. His arms around me were strong and the hug was all too brief. I smelled the cologne again and nearly swooned.

 

I made a token appearance at a graduation party that night and then headed out, stopping once to change. Which brought me here;  standing outside his door wearing my old cheerleading outfit, waiting for him to appear after my knock.

 

The uniform was tight on me now but tight in a good way for my purposes. The skirt rode higher and without the bra, my nipples showed through the tight nylon of the shell. I heard music inside but couldn't see anything in the kitchen until the door opened and there he was.

 

He answered the door wearing a pair of shorts and a black t-shirt. He saw me and I could see him making the shift from human-male- reacting to a lewd cheerleader at the door to teacher-being-cautious.

 

"Melissa," he said. "Holy Deja-vu."

 

"Hi," I said, "can I come in?"

 

"Sure," he said and opened the door wide. I walked into the cool of the kitchen and he turned to shut the door. "Is something wrong? Car break down," he smiled. "Cramp?"

 

When he turned around, I was standing right behind him.

 

"No." I said and kissed him. He didn't respond though I could tell he wanted to. I was lost in his scent as I kissed his neck, my hands on his chest.

 

"Melissa?" He said into my hair, his voice aiming for stern and coming a little shaky.

 

"It's okay. I'm old enough now," I said. I knew I was turning him on. I could feel his erection poking me.

 

"I know you're 18. I gave you a birthday card," he said as if hypnotized.

 

I continued to kiss his neck and nibble on his ears and murmured, "I'm not in school anymore."

 

"That's right. You graduated," he said and I felt his arms go around me. I had him.  

 

"Are you drunk?" He asked as he placed a soft, lingering kiss on my forehead.

 

"Not at all," I breathed.

 

He pulled away and looked into my eyes. Human to human and it was the sexiest damn look ever.

 

"Is this really what you want?" he  asked me.

 

"This is what I need," I replied, meeting his gaze levelly.

 

I told him the whole story as we fell into his couch and made out. But after a while neither of us were doing much talking. He ran his hands over my body and I could tell that he appreciated the brief skirt and nylon shell.  I was living out my fantasy and was on a wide and high loop of horniness. His hands ignited a fiery patch wherever they roamed.

 

"This is what I was wearing the first time you touched me," I breathed into his ear. He murmured an acknowledgement as he found and opened the zipper on the back of the shell. He pulled it off my arms as i straddled him and began kissing and kneading my titties sending electricity bouncing around inside me.

 

He pulled at his shirt and then he sat up so I could pull it off, then I pressed myself up against him, drinking in the feel of him, the scent of him. His hands were in my panties now, doing wonders. I kissed him full on the mouth and he responded passionately, it seemed like he wanted to swallow me up and I wanted to let him. I felt the heat grow again, suddenly like a gas flame being turned up and I started to pulsate. I heard him chuckle as I began to come and the sound pushed me over the edge. I let out my signature noise (in-between a shriek and a whimper) and my body tensed. It was sooooo good. It was enormous. I wanted more.

 

He found the zipper for the skirt and got it undone. Then he got out from under me, stood up and pulled my panties off. Now I lay naked before him on the warm fabric of the couch. I looked at his shorts and reached out for the bulge. He smiled and pushed his shorts down. His erect cock sprang up from its confinement. I felt my breath skip and sat up, grinning. Massage is is his speciality. Now he gets to see mine. Sitting on the edge of the couch, I looked up into his eyes and took his cock in my mouth. It was thicker than I was used to and I liked it. I was pleasing him all right,  I could see that, and I could have sucked on him for hours, but he gently took my hands and raised my to face to kiss.  I looked into his eyes and could see him wanting me.

 

"Bed?" Was all he said.

 

"Oh, yeah," I said.

 

Naked, he led me to his bedroom. He watched me fall into his bed and stood for a moment looking down at me. I arranged myself sexily  and watched--drunk it in, as he crawled onto the bed over me. He kept looking into my eyes as he traced his fingers down my body,  drawing  small circles around my breasts, lingering on my sexy flat belly and rounded hips. He told me I was beautiful and I think I believed it. I'd worked hard that afternoon, shaving, plucking, and waxing to be perfect for this man. I was glad to have pleased him.

 

He lay full on top of me and we kissed. Then he began touring my body with his mouth. Sucking and kissing here and there while touching me. I lay back and pretended I was tied up and just let my senses feel. He paid plenty of attention to my breasts and seemed fascinated with my hipbones. He teased too, getting close to my most sensitive areas and then pulling back. He was so good at it--good with his mouth and it was making me crazy. I was moving my hips and making little sounds I'd never heard myself make before and I could see that he liked it. He was back kissing my inner thighs again as his hands massaged my calves. I told him how much they had missed him. But the teasing was going on soooo long,I wanted to cum! When was he going to....?

 

Right then, he lowered his head to my shaved pubes, and I almost fainted in relieved excitement. He massaged up and down my legs as he sucked at my pussy, licking me deep with his tongue. I wasn't sure what he was doing with my clit but it was steady and oh so good. I felt myself responding like I usually did but, faster and stronger. I tried not to bounce him off me, but my hips wouldn't stay still. Then he took one long slurp at my VayJay making me nearly cum and leaned back.

 

"I want to be inside you," he breathed.

 

"Me too, I said, keeping my eyes on his.

 

He slid forward and was inside me and it was better than I'd ever imagined. He began thrusting, slow but deep and a blissful expression took over his face. He kept his eyes on me, and I found myself reaching up to cup his face in my hands. We watched each other reaching for ecstasy and I had a wild thought that they we were drawing energy from each other. I knew this orgasm was going to be huge. His dick pounded into my young pussy and it felt fantastic. It wasn't just the size. There was something different in the way he used it. Nothing like the boys I'd dated before. Most of the time it seemed like they just fucked for themselves. He was so sure, so hot and just so good.I couldn't explain it but this was different because he was fucking all of me, my whole self and my three years of waiting. His breathing changed and I knew he was close. This set me off and when my pussy began to rock, he shot his cum inside me and all rational thought stopped. It was bigger and better than I had expected.

 

When I could breathe again, I felt his weight on me. I purred like a kitten and hugged him closer. He chuckled deeply and  

kissed my neck before rolling next to me. He looked at me so tenderly I thought I would cry. We curled up together in  

his big bed and I amused myself tracing patterns on his chest with me fingers, just happy being there.

 

"So, what you told me," he asked after a while, "Have you really been hot for me since that night?"

 

"Oh yeah." I said like a woman well satisfied.

 

"It’s just that I know what a good writer you are, and that was one hell of a story."

 

"You don't know the half of it," I said. "I have this diary you just have to see."

 

"All this and your diary too?"

 

"The stories are in there," I said. "I'll show them to you. They might give you some ideas."

 

"When do you have to be back?" He asked as he stroked my leg.

 

"Its graduation party time, No one expects me back till morning. Can I stay here with you?"

 

"Sure," he replied. "I have never thrown a hot cheerleader out of my bed and I don't want this night to end too soon."

 

"This doesn’t have to end at one night," I told him. "I mean, if that’s' okay with you."

 

"'If that's okay'---tell me what you have in mind," he said.

 

"Let me be your little cheerleader for the summer. I'll do all the things you like, anything you tell me. You like schoolgirls I'll be your schoolgirl. Genie? Slave? Whatever, I’ll be your little slut for as long as you want."  I batted my eyelashes theatrically. "Please?"

 

He pretended to think about it for a second.

 

"Whatever I want? What do you get out of it?"

 

"Fantasies," I said. "Yours and mine. I've been thinking about you since that night and I've got plenty of ideas. A book full!" And  a hundred more orgasms like the last three, I thought. I knew not to offer him love. Not then. Instinct told me it would scare him off, no matter how much he may need it and want me."We click together," I told him. "I've known it forever; you just found out. Let's have some fun with it. Lots of fun. You must have a fantasy or two about all those hot teenage girls you see every day."

 

"One or two," he said chuckling. "Okay. We have fun. We don't get caught. Deal." He put out his hand and I shook it formally  

amused at the incongruity of such a formal gesture while naked in bed with a lover.

 

"Don't you think you should call me by my first name now?"

 

I shook my head and laughed. "No.  Not right away. I have three years of 'hot for teacher' fantasies to work through."

 
 

"Do you have one where we we shower and then I give you a massage?"

 

"Now I do," I replied, wholly content and looking forward to the rest of the summer.

 

END