Bad Teacher - Sex Stories

Bad Teacher

... sorry Mrs. Collins.” Before he got up he adjusted his crotch with a nervous laugh. I realized where his defiance was coming from: the need to hide his hard-on. When he stood up he tried to hide his erection with his books, but lucky for me, it didn’t work. I lost my sense of self when I saw the thick outline of what looked like an 8-inch hard-on pressed up against his jeans. My pussy seemed to twitch as it got hot and wet. I was transfixed on Andrews’s cock so much; it took me a minute to realize he was talking to me as he sat down at the desk in front of me. I snapped back to reality and said, “Sorry, I lost my train of thought. What was that Andrew?” He turned even redder and lowered his head and said, “Oh, I was just sayin’ I was sorry about my grade. It’s just been a real strange semester and, uh, I guess I’ve just been distracted in your class.” “I’ve noticed.” I said, “But I also know you’re a good student. So this distraction…is it anything I can help with?” Andrew let out a nervous laugh and looked at me, “Mrs. Collins, I don’t know, It’s, uh, well embarrassing.” I crossed my legs to keep my burning pussy from wafting into the class room and looked at Andrew. “Andrew, you shouldn’t be embarrassed, you can talk to me.” Andrew pushed his glasses up and rambled in a nervous way. “Well,” He said, “It’s just that a lot of things have changed in the last month or so. You only need one credit of Gym here, so I thought I would get it out of the way. But this is my first ...

... time in a gym class where you have to shower afterwards. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen anybody else naked and well, it’s embarrassing but I like the attention, but I kinda feel like a freak also.” Andrew looked at me in a pleading way. I looked back and said, “What are you trying to say? No matter what, you don’t have to be ashamed of your body.” “It’s not that.” He said, “I don’t think so anyway, It’s just that….well…. I don’t know; it’s embarrassing.” I looked at his copy of The Godfather sitting on his desk. “So you’re reading The Godfather?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said with a confused look on his face. “It’s pretty good so far.” I leaned over and picked the book up. “Yeah I remember it being a good read myself,” I said. Andrew lit up and asked, “You’ve read The Godfather?” “Yeah,” I said, “actually I was right around your age when I read it.” I flashed him a smile and said, “I was kind of a nerd.” He smiled back at me and said, “Me too.” I walked over and sat at the desk next to him. “I think I know what’s going on here.” I said, “As a teacher you hear your students say a lot of things when they think nobody is listening. Most of it’s bullshit.” Andrew laughed at my openness. “But if it’s not too embarrassing, I have to say I think I know what your problem is, and I think it’s the same problem that Sonny had in the Godfather.” Andrew turned red. “You know the problem he has with the women?” Andrew turned even redder and looked down at his desk. For those of you who don’t ...