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Rachel Carter is a very good girl with a crush on her poetry teacher...what happens when he returns her feelings? sucky summary, plz R&R!! GRAPHIC SEX SCENES AND UNDERAGE SEX!!!
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Rachel Carter is a good girl and an all-star student. At seventeen, she devotes herself to her studies. She is sort of a mousy girl, very quiet. She stands at about 5’4, she has long curly red hair that she usually keeps in a ponytail, she’s slender with ample portions, but she has virtually no self confidence. She’s also never dated, only wanting to get through school as quickly as possible. However, for the first time in her life…Rachel has a crush on someone. She knows it’s stupid and that he’ll never notice her, but she kept on dressing up for him, hoping he would surprise her. The one think you haven’t learned yet…her crush is her Poetry teacher. I know that sounds gross, but he’s not really that old.
It’s Monday morning and Rachel has been going through withdrawal. She walked into the class wearing her new pink sundress she’d purchased over the weekend. It came just above her knee and showed almost all of her arms. She was one of the first ones in the class, as usual, and she took her normal seat in the front row. The object of her affections, Mr. Reynolds, looked up as she entered the room. He was relatively young for a teacher, being only 29 years old. This was his first real class that he didn’t have to another teacher in the room with him. He smiled at her as she took her seat. This was Rachel’s last class of the day, so she eagerly sat down.
“Good afternoon, Rachel, pleasant weekend?” Rachel blushed as he addressed. She berated herself for blushing, he was only being polite to her.
“Yes, it was nice, thank you.” He nodded and looked back at down to what he was reading. To Rachel, Ethan Reynolds was the perfect male specimen. He was medium height at 5’9, lean and muscular. He had sandy blonde hair that curled at the top and he had penetrating green eyes. She jumped when she heard his name, realizing she’d been staring.
“Rachel, when class is over, come into my office, okay?” Rachel nodded, but blushed profusely. She just knew that he’d caught her staring and was going to discourage her.
When the class ended, Rachel gathered things and walked over to the office that was connected to his room. Her heart was pounding as she walked forward. She just hoped that he was going to yell at her or threaten to tell her parents. When she stepped into his doorway, he smiled, stood up, and walked forward to her. He ushered into his small office and closed the door behind her. She was so nervous about the meeting, that she didn’t notice him lock the door before walking over to her. He motioned for her to sit down in the chair that placed next to his. Once she was seated, he took his seat and looked at her.
“How are you today, Rachel?” Rachel was glad the lighting was low because her cheeks were a very dull pink.
“I’m fine, Mr. Reynolds.” He smiled again.
“That’s good. Listen, I brought you in here for two reasons today. The first, is that I need to get your permission to submit one of your poems to the Knox County Poetry Contest. I get to pick one student’s work per class and your poem ‘Him’ is just perfect for it.” Rachel flushed at his praise, and because the poem had been about him.
“Wow, Mr. Reynolds, thank you!” He smiled and moved closer to her, causing her pulse to quicken.
“It’s not a problem, I think you’re very promising. I’ll submit your poem on Monday with the other entries. Now, the second reason you’re in here is a little more sensitive. Rachel, I brought you in here because you seem to want to tell me something.” Rachel stopped breathing for a moment as he looked at her.
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand what you mean.” He lowered his eyes, almost like he was shy.
“Don’t you? All of the smiles, the short dresses that keep getting shorter, the flashes of your panties…those aren’t for me?” Rachel opened her mouth to say something, but no sound would come out. He leaned forward and stroked her cheek, and her eyes drifted shut at the contact. He leaned forward some more and she could feel his breath on her skin.
“It’s okay, Rachel, I feel the same way.” Rachel was instantly flooded with warmth as she opened her eyes to see him only inches away from her.
“Do you? I kind of thought I was being silly.” He smiled, leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers, causing her to tremble.
“I’ve been going insane with wanting to touch you. Can I touch you, Rachel?” Rachel nodded and she was instantly pulled into a passionate kiss. He stood up, bringing her with him, never breaking the kiss. He moved her over to his desk and lifted her so that she was sitting on it. Rachel moved her hands up and ran her fingers through his hair. She couldn’t believe that her teacher was actually kissing her like she’d always dreamed he would! He moved his hands down and unzipped her dress. Rachel made no move to stop him as he slid the garment down to her waist so that she sat in front of him with nothing but her bra over her breasts. He looked up and sighed.
“You are so beautiful, Rachel. Can I taste you?” Again, unable to respond audibly, she nodded her head. He grinned, reached behind her, and unsnapped her bra, freeing her voluptuous breasts. He took them in his hands and began to massage them. Pushing her back slightly, he bent down and took a taunt nipple into his mouth. Rachel moved her hands down to his arms and moaned softly as he began to suck on her tender flesh. He released her now sore nipple and moved on to the next one. Rachel arched her back, bringing him closer to her. When he lifted his head, his eyes were heavy with lust.
“Are you a virgin, Rachel?” Rachel opened her eyes to look at him.
“Yes…I don’t really date.” He smiled and pulled her dress off of her, bringing her panties with it so that she was naked in front of him.
“I like that, it makes it more special. You’ll let me make love to you, won’t you?” Rachel bit her lip, knowing she should stop him, but he was brushing his fingers on her pussy and she wanted him so bad. When his thumb found her clit and he squeezed, she couldn't resist.
“Oh yes, I want you so bad.” He smiled, reached down and undid his trousers. He yanked them off to reveal his cock standing up to greet her. She couldn’t believe how big he was, she didn’t think he’d fit. He moved forward and began running his cock up and down on her opening. Rachel spread her legs wider for him, loving the feel of him against her most tender spot. He groaned and looked up at her.
“Rachel, this is going to hurt you at first. I’ll be gently, okay? Hopefully you’ll like it.” Rachel nodded as she felt him enter her. He paused when he reached her barrier, but only for a moment. He grasped her hips and surged forward, bringing his entire length into her pussy. Rachel gasped in pain, but didn’t cry out because she was mindful of where they were. He waited a moment, letting her get used to the feel of him. He reached up and stroked her cheek.
“Just relax your legs, Rachel, and you’ll start to like it.” Rachel was very tense, but she managed to unknot her muscles. He tentatively pulled out of her then pushed back in. Rachel arched her back, understanding what he’d meant. This was something completely new to her. She’d masturbated and made herself cum before, but she’d never felt like this before. He pulled out again and immediately surged back in. He leaned forward and captured her mouth in a kiss and began to stroke in and out of her pussy. Rachel felt her orgasm rising with each of this thrusts. He looked up from her mouth, sweat appearing on his forehead.
“Come on sweetheart, cum for me.” She needed no more urging. With one final thrust, she crashed into her climax and shuddered as he kept pumping into her. He gave a groan shortly after and pulled out of her. He continued to stroke himself until he squirted his juice onto her pussy lips. He looked up at her with a grin.
“I can’t believe that just happened. Did you enjoy yourself?” Rachel closed her legs and sighed.
“Very much…I didn’t know it could feel like that.” He chuckled as he bent down and picked up her panties and dress. He handed them to her and set about pulling his pants up.
“Believe me, babe, me neither. So…is something that you want to do on a regular basis, or did you just want to try me out?” Rachel blushed at his choice of words and began putting her clothes on.
“Do you want to do it on a regular basis?” His smiled widened at her shyness.
“Honey, I’m crazy about you. I have been since I read your first poem. So, yes, I want to do this on a very regular basis. Also, I want to get to know you. I can’t exactly take you on dates, because I could get into trouble, but…we’ll figure something out.” Rachel hopped off of his desk and looked at him, shocked.
“You mean you want to date me?” He sobered, walked forward, and brought her into a passionate kiss. When he broke off, he looked up at her.
“Oh yeah.” They walked out to the parking lot together, which was pretty much deserted. When they got to her car, he grinned.
“I’ll see you tomorrow in class, Ms. Carter. Again, congratulations on the entry, I hope you win.” Rachel smiled and slid behind the wheel of her car. In her mind, she’d already won.
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Rachel Carter is a good girl and an all-star student. At seventeen, she devotes herself to her studies. She is sort of a mousy girl, very quiet. She stands at about 5’4, she has long curly red hair that she usually keeps in a ponytail, she’s slender with ample portions, but she has virtually no self confidence. She’s also never dated, only wanting to get through school as quickly as possible. However, for the first time in her life…Rachel has a crush on someone. She knows it’s stupid and that he’ll never notice her, but she kept on dressing up for him, hoping he would surprise her. The one think you haven’t learned yet…her crush is her Poetry teacher. I know that sounds gross, but he’s not really that old.
It’s Monday morning and Rachel has been going through withdrawal. She walked into the class wearing her new pink sundress she’d purchased over the weekend. It came just above her knee and showed almost all of her arms. She was one of the first ones in the class, as usual, and she took her normal seat in the front row. The object of her affections, Mr. Reynolds, looked up as she entered the room. He was relatively young for a teacher, being only 29 years old. This was his first real class that he didn’t have to another teacher in the room with him. He smiled at her as she took her seat. This was Rachel’s last class of the day, so she eagerly sat down.
“Good afternoon, Rachel, pleasant weekend?” Rachel blushed as he addressed. She berated herself for blushing, he was only being polite to her.
“Yes, it was nice, thank you.” He nodded and looked back at down to what he was reading. To Rachel, Ethan Reynolds was the perfect male specimen. He was medium height at 5’9, lean and muscular. He had sandy blonde hair that curled at the top and he had penetrating green eyes. She jumped when she heard his name, realizing she’d been staring.
“Rachel, when class is over, come into my office, okay?” Rachel nodded, but blushed profusely. She just knew that he’d caught her staring and was going to discourage her.
When the class ended, Rachel gathered things and walked over to the office that was connected to his room. Her heart was pounding as she walked forward. She just hoped that he was going to yell at her or threaten to tell her parents. When she stepped into his doorway, he smiled, stood up, and walked forward to her. He ushered into his small office and closed the door behind her. She was so nervous about the meeting, that she didn’t notice him lock the door before walking over to her. He motioned for her to sit down in the chair that placed next to his. Once she was seated, he took his seat and looked at her.
“How are you today, Rachel?” Rachel was glad the lighting was low because her cheeks were a very dull pink.
“I’m fine, Mr. Reynolds.” He smiled again.
“That’s good. Listen, I brought you in here for two reasons today. The first, is that I need to get your permission to submit one of your poems to the Knox County Poetry Contest. I get to pick one student’s work per class and your poem ‘Him’ is just perfect for it.” Rachel flushed at his praise, and because the poem had been about him.
“Wow, Mr. Reynolds, thank you!” He smiled and moved closer to her, causing her pulse to quicken.
“It’s not a problem, I think you’re very promising. I’ll submit your poem on Monday with the other entries. Now, the second reason you’re in here is a little more sensitive. Rachel, I brought you in here because you seem to want to tell me something.” Rachel stopped breathing for a moment as he looked at her.
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand what you mean.” He lowered his eyes, almost like he was shy.
“Don’t you? All of the smiles, the short dresses that keep getting shorter, the flashes of your panties…those aren’t for me?” Rachel opened her mouth to say something, but no sound would come out. He leaned forward and stroked her cheek, and her eyes drifted shut at the contact. He leaned forward some more and she could feel his breath on her skin.
“It’s okay, Rachel, I feel the same way.” Rachel was instantly flooded with warmth as she opened her eyes to see him only inches away from her.
“Do you? I kind of thought I was being silly.” He smiled, leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers, causing her to tremble.
“I’ve been going insane with wanting to touch you. Can I touch you, Rachel?” Rachel nodded and she was instantly pulled into a passionate kiss. He stood up, bringing her with him, never breaking the kiss. He moved her over to his desk and lifted her so that she was sitting on it. Rachel moved her hands up and ran her fingers through his hair. She couldn’t believe that her teacher was actually kissing her like she’d always dreamed he would! He moved his hands down and unzipped her dress. Rachel made no move to stop him as he slid the garment down to her waist so that she sat in front of him with nothing but her bra over her breasts. He looked up and sighed.
“You are so beautiful, Rachel. Can I taste you?” Again, unable to respond audibly, she nodded her head. He grinned, reached behind her, and unsnapped her bra, freeing her voluptuous breasts. He took them in his hands and began to massage them. Pushing her back slightly, he bent down and took a taunt nipple into his mouth. Rachel moved her hands down to his arms and moaned softly as he began to suck on her tender flesh. He released her now sore nipple and moved on to the next one. Rachel arched her back, bringing him closer to her. When he lifted his head, his eyes were heavy with lust.
“Are you a virgin, Rachel?” Rachel opened her eyes to look at him.
“Yes…I don’t really date.” He smiled and pulled her dress off of her, bringing her panties with it so that she was naked in front of him.
“I like that, it makes it more special. You’ll let me make love to you, won’t you?” Rachel bit her lip, knowing she should stop him, but he was brushing his fingers on her pussy and she wanted him so bad. When his thumb found her clit and he squeezed, she couldn't resist.
“Oh yes, I want you so bad.” He smiled, reached down and undid his trousers. He yanked them off to reveal his cock standing up to greet her. She couldn’t believe how big he was, she didn’t think he’d fit. He moved forward and began running his cock up and down on her opening. Rachel spread her legs wider for him, loving the feel of him against her most tender spot. He groaned and looked up at her.
“Rachel, this is going to hurt you at first. I’ll be gently, okay? Hopefully you’ll like it.” Rachel nodded as she felt him enter her. He paused when he reached her barrier, but only for a moment. He grasped her hips and surged forward, bringing his entire length into her pussy. Rachel gasped in pain, but didn’t cry out because she was mindful of where they were. He waited a moment, letting her get used to the feel of him. He reached up and stroked her cheek.
“Just relax your legs, Rachel, and you’ll start to like it.” Rachel was very tense, but she managed to unknot her muscles. He tentatively pulled out of her then pushed back in. Rachel arched her back, understanding what he’d meant. This was something completely new to her. She’d masturbated and made herself cum before, but she’d never felt like this before. He pulled out again and immediately surged back in. He leaned forward and captured her mouth in a kiss and began to stroke in and out of her pussy. Rachel felt her orgasm rising with each of this thrusts. He looked up from her mouth, sweat appearing on his forehead.
“Come on sweetheart, cum for me.” She needed no more urging. With one final thrust, she crashed into her climax and shuddered as he kept pumping into her. He gave a groan shortly after and pulled out of her. He continued to stroke himself until he squirted his juice onto her pussy lips. He looked up at her with a grin.
“I can’t believe that just happened. Did you enjoy yourself?” Rachel closed her legs and sighed.
“Very much…I didn’t know it could feel like that.” He chuckled as he bent down and picked up her panties and dress. He handed them to her and set about pulling his pants up.
“Believe me, babe, me neither. So…is something that you want to do on a regular basis, or did you just want to try me out?” Rachel blushed at his choice of words and began putting her clothes on.
“Do you want to do it on a regular basis?” His smiled widened at her shyness.
“Honey, I’m crazy about you. I have been since I read your first poem. So, yes, I want to do this on a very regular basis. Also, I want to get to know you. I can’t exactly take you on dates, because I could get into trouble, but…we’ll figure something out.” Rachel hopped off of his desk and looked at him, shocked.
“You mean you want to date me?” He sobered, walked forward, and brought her into a passionate kiss. When he broke off, he looked up at her.
“Oh yeah.” They walked out to the parking lot together, which was pretty much deserted. When they got to her car, he grinned.
“I’ll see you tomorrow in class, Ms. Carter. Again, congratulations on the entry, I hope you win.” Rachel smiled and slid behind the wheel of her car. In her mind, she’d already won.
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