My former college teacher invited me to hers after I graduated university. She was wearing a thin cotton dress without any underwear (just like I was). I’d always had a crush on her, she was the youngest teacher I’d met. She told me to get on my knees and kiss her like I’d fantasised all those times while sitting in the front of her class, my legs open in a tease. She opened her legs to me and my fingers slid between her thighs.
“Good girl,” she murmured against my lips. Her tongue slipped in my mouth and the straps of her tiny dress fell down to reveal her breasts. “I’m so wet for you, little one. Now be a good teacher’s pet and let me ride your mouth.”