Teacher's Pet - Sex Stories

Teacher's Pet

... thing.” “Beautiful, I’ll give you the details tomorrow.” “Great. Thanks sir.” Her voice chimes sweetly, and I find myself smiling, I look forward to teaching her again and will try my best to remember the ring on my hand. …. The volunteering is done for the day, listening to Dr D, or rather Dean as he told me to call him, lecture on various subjects was riveting. Maybe I’m just a smitten school girl but the last month has passed quickly with the class now regarding me as the teachers’ pet. Tonight there is a party linked to the festival which Dean has invited me to go to with him. I wasn’t going to come, but he insisted I should and that he would drive me home later. I’ve worn a simple shift dress and pumps but twisting my hair up into a loose bun, I flick on mascara and lipstick for the evening. It’s being hosted at a hotel on the outskirts of town and as I stay with Dean, we chat about a variety of things beyond those most teachers and students would talk of. He lets his hand touch the small of my back and speaks into my ear quietly as we move through the room. Meeting an old acquaintance of mine, I make introductions and network some for my work in the college magazine. Dean is impressed with me, both in my extra-curricular activities and research and in the things I like apart from that. With him looking at me the way he is, I’m entrapped in his hazel eyes and am forgetting about his wife and children at home. “You look lovely tonight Gabby.” “Um, thank you.” I blush and glance away before meeting his eyes again, he is sincere and a smile quirks my lips. I can relax and maybe, for a moment ignore how badly I want to see him naked. Dean is a tall man with dark hair and an athletic build from his college days. The American accent which teaches with such passion now is warm towards me, calling me Gabby in class.