Teacher's Pet

You have been my favorite of all my classes. And I'm so grateful that you favor me too. It's just a shame that I cannot tell you the thoughts that I think. For I know, the cost will be great. But it's so sinful that all I want is to partake of you, partake of your sweet flesh. No, I mustn't think such thoughts!

It was a Friday, that was the toughest and wonderful day ever! You were wearing that cute pink skirt, just four inches above your knees. I thought the principal would send you home for that. But I was relieved he wasn't paying close attention to you and that lovely skirt. And that blouse you wore fit just nicely on you. Not too snug or too loose. A very nice fit upon those tiny perky breasts of yours. You looked so pretty. I even loved how you let your soft golden brown hair down. You always seem to pull it back in a cute ponytail. But you are quite stunnning when you let your hair cascade down your shoulders. It makes me want to reach over and stroke your hair aside from your sweet precious face. Your face so serene and innocent looking. Ah! Your sweet beauty captivates me. You make it very tough to be your teacher.

I had asked you to stay after school because you have some unfinished work to do. You put off that last assignment. So, I needed to make sure you get it done. I made sure you were on the computer in the back of the classroom. I was sitting at my desk at the front. It was a simple assignment and yet you put it off until the last minute. A small report you had to do. It made me wonder what your excuse was, but I let it go. This wasn't like you to ignore such an easy assignment. But I made sure that you finished it. You were sitting there at the computer working on your assignment. Your little fingers dancing on the keyboard. They moved so quickly. I tried my best to not stare at you. Instead I would make glances at you while you typed away.

Yes, you are my favorite teacher's pet. Only a few have noticed, but I wish no one knew. At least no one knows the thoughts I think of you. I would forever pay for it. My thoughts linger on you. Would you really be worth it? Would the cost be worth paying for? I watched you typing away. You kept pushing your hair out of your eyes. You had that look on your face of sheer concentration. It was kind of cute. Your brows would scrunch when you got frustrated. I tried so hard to not notice. I even asked you if you were okay. You just nodded at me and kept typing away.

I continued to watch you. You grew tired and yawned. You stretched and I noticed the buttons on your blouse hug your breasts. Looked like that last button wanted to pop off. Your skirt even raised a bit higher. I flinched a little when I noticed that. Your upper thigh was exposed to me. I thought I was going to faint. I even saw your hands reach up to scratch that thigh. Your skirt raised even higher. My pulse was racing. No, I shouldn't be watching you so closely. My eyes would burn for watching you like so.

You finished your assignment and ready to print it out. You got up out of your seat to make sure there was paper in it. There wasn't any. I saw you. You had bent over to look in a box filled with printing paper. You probably weren't aware that I was watching you at all. When you bent over I saw something I never should have seen. I noticed the panties on you were very tiny. I saw your well rounded butt cheeks exposed. Oh gosh, I was losing it. Feelings inside me were escaping. I didn't want you to know, to see me get aroused over you.

You were done with your assignment. You bounced on over to me. You were happy. You were so perky. Made me wonder if those tiny breasts of yours were perky as well.  You walked on over to my desks and leaning over to hand me your paper. The way you leaned over, I couldn't help but look down your blouse. No, I shouldn't. But I did. My hand wanted to cup them, to stroke them.

I just love the way smile at me. You told me your friends had skipped out on you and that you would be willing to help me out with anything I wanted. I couldn't think of anything. You suggested to clean my chalkboard. I agreed. I had to walk away from you for a moment. You were so hard to resist. I went to the back of the room instead. I acted as if I had something on the computer to do.

I lied to you. Instead I wanted to watch you. Watch you clean my boards. You reached on up to wipe off the boards. When you reached up your skirt raised again. My heart racing again. You are unbearable to watch, but I kept watching. You so cute. You took my erasers and pounded them together.

Poof.

You were in a cloud of chalk. It was in your face and on your blouse. I couldn't help myself. I dampened a cloth to clean you off. You were covered in chalk dust. I took my damp cloth and wiped your face. My hands got a little shaky when I tried to wipe off your blouse. I think you noticed. But you took my hands and led them over you. My breathing was changing, my heartbeat racing rapidly. But innocent you, led my hand, guiding them. Made me wonder if you really knew what you were doing to me. Then slowly, you removed one button. Then another. The chalk dust was on your skin as well. You took my hand and let me wipe you down. It was also on your skirt. You took my hand there as well. I nearly choked because my hand was on your thigh. The very thigh I was looking at. The very thigh I wanted to place my hand on. I slowly pulled my hand away not wanting to scare you. I noticed you had chalk dust in your hair. I then ran my fingers through those golden brown locks of yours. It was so soft to the touch. I heard you purr at my touch. I was even shocked to find myself getting turned on by the touches we were exchanging.

It seemed so innocent, but I was feeling so dirty just to touch the tenderness of you. You turned to me and guided my hand. You placed it on your breast. I could feel the shock in my hand racing through my very veins. Your tiny breasts were so perky. I ran my thumb over your nipple and hardened at my touch. I heard a moan escape from your lips. My other hand was still in your lovely locks. Your tiny hand reached up to my face to stroke it. You were gesturing for me to kiss you. Oh, I wanted to kiss from the moment you became my very pet. I leaned on in and gently kissed your lips. Your lips so tiny, so sweet. So forbidden to even think of such thoughts! I couldn't help myself any longer. I moved things aside atop my desk. And laid you down.

We kissed, we touched and we held each other. My hand disappearing undernath that skirt of yours. My hand gently gliding up the inside of your silky thigh. I reached to those tiny panties. I felt you. You were already moist. Made me wonder how long you were moist.

Were you toying with me all along? I couldn't think any longer. I let my inhibitions run wild. My fingers between your legs and discovering your very essence. One finger was rubbing your clit while I had another finger slowly inching away inside you. I heard you gasping at my touch. I heard you moan. Before I could pull my finger out you grabbed my hand. You didn't want me to stop. So, I kept at it. My finger inside you. Then I used two on you. My two fingers gliding in and out of you. Your body trembled at my very touch. I couldn't resist any longer. My mouth was dying to taste you. My mouth salivating for your very core. I pried your legs apart as my face dove right into you. I heard a loud moan come from your precious lips. My tongue licking and flicking your swollen clit. Your passion just oozing all over. My tongue running up and down your vulva your body trembles at it. I repeat it again. Licking and flicking. Tongue running up and down. And finally my tongue inside you. My tongue in and out of you. You began to cry. I thought you wanted me to stop, but that's not what you wanted. I consumed you wholly, while my hand stroked your tiny breasts, your hardend nipples. It was then I felt your legs wrap around my neck as if you wanted me to go on and on. I drank you fully. I loved on you. After reaching our orgasmic height. I pulled you up. And had our last kiss. We even exchanged a look that this was our secret that we kept to ourselves.

You are my favorite pet. My pet I did pet. My pet that pet me. You are my teacher's pet.