Relationship with my teacher

In my senior year I took my crush on my math teacher to a risky level

Because of when my birthday was, I had to start school a year behind most kids, so my 18th birthday happened right after my senior year of high school started. Mom and dad were strict, which didnt fit with my rebellious spirit. They had made the simple rule that until I was 18, I had to follow their rules for things like curfew and what I wore. They insisted I dress very conservative and not hardly any skin.

I started to prepare for 18 a couple of years prior, taking my first job in a retail store. I was good at sales, using flirtation with the dad's to sell more to their daughters. My petite figure, short height, b cup breasts enhanced by push up and padded bras. My trick was leaving a couple of buttons undone and leaning forward on racks so the dads would get a view down my top. My commissions had earned me enough to buy my own car, phone, and money saved up for a shopping spree at 18.

So as of the day I turned 18, gone were the pants, longer skirts and dresses, and conservative tops. My wardrobe was now tighter jeans and pants, snug, low cut tops, and mid thigh length skirts and dresses. Dad hated my new look, mom reminded him constantly that I was 18 and working. He slowly came around to accepting it. At school, the interest in me went up big time with my new attire and ability to fully do make up.

With all of the new attention, I started to feel sexy daily. I really had no interest in the guys at school and would turn them down by telling them that I was a lesbian, honestly, I may have been bi curious because I did find girls very attractive. My secret desire all through high school had been my math teacher Mr Collins. He was in his mid 30s, smart, funny, but sadly, married. With my new look, and one last year to get his attention, I started to subtly flirt when I was in his class. I would ask for tutoring sessions after school, or stop by his classroom to ask questions during his free period. I started to notice him glance at my legs or at my chest, not a stare, just quick glances.

One night, I was laying in bed, thinking about Mr Collins, wondering how lucky his wife must be, wondering what it would be like to be in his bed. I opened Facebook and typed in his name. Sure enough, his profile was the first on the list. I tapped add friend and hoped he would accept it. The next morning, my heart skipped a beat, he had accepted it. He now had access to all of my info, where I worked, all of the photos I had been posting in my new look. When I got to school, I checked my page again, he had clicked like on a lot of my pictures.

Neither of us spoke of being Facebook friends, so I amped up the amount of pictures I took and posted, each one he liked. My hope grew by the day, it reached a while new level when I saw him walk into my job one Saturday afternoon. With a smile and wave, I walked over to him

"What brings you in today?" I asked with a warm smile

"My daughters birthday is coming up, I wanted to get her something nice"

"You're in the right place, she will be 18 too right?"

"Sadly yes" he chuckled

I walked Mr Collins around, rack to rack lifting different outfits for him to decide on. I noticed his gaze went beyond the outfit to the top of my shirt where my cleavage was visible. After finding a dress he said would be perfect, I went to ring him up, he seemed troubled about something.

"Is everything okay?" I asked

"Yeah, would you be able to take a break and get something to eat with me?"

"Of course, but we probably shouldn't be seen in the mall together. Don't want any rumors starting"

"Okay, let me go get my car and ill pick you up out front, we can grab something and eat in the car"

"Sounds good, ill see you outside shortly"

I gave him a 5 minute head start before grabbing my purse ans heading out of the mall. Mr Collins SUV was nice, clean inside and out. As we hit the McDonalds drive thru, we made small talk. He drove us to a park and found a spot to sit in the vehicle and eat. He was back to being quiet after a couple of minutes

"Okay, what's bothering you?" Cutting right to the chase

"Well, this year is my 18th anniversary"

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"Not when we haven't been happy for the last five years"

"Oh wow, im sorry to hear that"

"I just feel lost, I love my job but being around kids your age and younger makes me miss how it feels to be young"

"Well, you're amazing at your job, I hated math before I started in your classes. Im lucky to have you as a teacher" as I spoke, I moved my hand to his. Mr Collins turned his hand over so our fingers could interlocked and I saw a smile

'You're my favorite student, smart, mature, easy to talk to" his thumb caressed my hand "your skin is so soft"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure anything"

"Do you like me. I mean like like me?"

"Is it bad if I say yes?"

"If you have to ask that, it must mean the answer is yes" to which he nodded as he looked at me "you know, my hand isn't the only thing that is soft"

Mr Collins looked at me, his eyes showed surprise. I unhooked my seatbelt and moved closer to him, leaning over the console, we didnt speak, we just kissed for the first time, a kiss that made my toes curl. His tongue swirled around mine slowly, his hand on the back of my head. Our kiss grew more intense, I felt a dampness in my panties as my heart raced. I knew what I needed to do.

Without breaking the kiss, my hands started to undo his jeans, his ass rose up so I could pull them down. My hand gently gripped his cock and stroked it. Our lips parted and he looked a little panicked

"Vanessa, you're my student, we cant"

"Yes we can, im 18, you're not happy, let me make you happy. Nobody will know, let me do this"

Mr Collins hesitated then nodded. Sucking cock was all i had done with a guy and his cock was all I had been thinking about, now it was in my hand. I lowered my head and started to lick and kiss it, his moans were low and soft.

"Oh fuck Vanessa, yes" he moaned louder when I took it into my mouth "ive wanted you so bad"

My mouth bobbed up and down the shaft, the fleshy taste in my mouth was the best lunch I could have. I pulled his hand into my top and under my bra cup. My nipples getting hard at his touch. My mouth moved faster, his moans grew louder, my panties grew wetter. I could have sucked his cock all day, but then I heard the moans "oh fuck Vanessa, oh fuck Vanessa" as his hips started to slowly move.

That was when he let out a groan and his body tensed. I felt his cock twitch as he came in my mouth. His load was big, wave after wave shot down my throat. My mouth stayed on his cock, milking it until he was drained. Lifting my head, his eyes were glazed over from pleasure. I smiled as my finger pushed some cum from my chin into my mouth.

"Do you feel better?" I asked before taking a sip of my drink

"Oh god yes"

"I bet your wife doesn't do that"

"Not in a long time"

"Well, don't worry, ill take care of you" I leaned over and kissed him again "i had better get back to work"

Mr Collins nodded and drove me back to the mall. I finished my shift knowing I was entering a relationship that could get dangerous