Izzie

Izzie

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Genre: Erotica

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Just a fantasy

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Just a fantasy

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Submitted: February 10, 2016

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Submitted: February 10, 2016

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Matt was an instructor at the junior college. He called roll for the first session of the first class of the spring semester. “Is Isolde Aaron here?”

“Here.”

“Am I pronouncing that correctly, Isolde?”

“Yes, but call me Izzie.”

A while later Rosie, the office secretary, was there with some papers for him.

“Class is dismissed for today, but before you go take one of these handouts and read it for next time.” He stood at the door and handed them out as the students filed by. Izzie was one of the last to leave. “You look like there's something on your mind, Izzie. What is it?”

“I'll catch up with you later about it.” She parted with the words, “See you next time, Teach.”

He and Rosie watched her as she walked down the hall. “She sure is a looker, Rosie. She looks as good going as she does coming.”

“I'd do her and I'm a comfirmed hetero.”

“But the college has a rule about students dating any college personnel.”

“What are you going to do about it, Teach?”

“Nothing. She looks to be only about 21 or 22 at most and you know how I feel about dating someone that young.”

“My vote says go for it. She's a real looker!.”

“I guess we both struck out today.

“I'll see you back at the office.”

Meanwhile, Izzie was talking to her roommate, Chris. “I met the sexiest man today in class.”

“Was he the tall blonde or the guy in front of you as you came out?” “Neither one. He's the teacher.”

“Uh-oh. You can't date teachers here. They've got a rule against teachers dating students.”

“What about at the end of the semester when I'm not his student?” “Then might work. I'm not gonna let you chicken out this time!”

“I don't think I'll need that kind of help.”

As Matt was returning to his office, Rosie was waiting for him. She said, “32.”

“What 32?”

“Her age.”

“Who's age?”

“Izzie's. I went down to admissions and had a friend look up her application and she's 32 not 22.”

“That's great! I think I'll have to look into her availability at the end of the semester.”

“Good luck with her. She's a cutie for sure!” Izzie proved to be one of the best students he ever had. Her attendance was nearly perfect and her quiz and midterm grades guaranteed her an A. She often wore shortish skirts that rode up considerably and the sight was quite distracting. The week of finals started with a note slid under his door. It read: Dear Teach- You are the best teacher I've ever had and the sexiest, too. I want you and I want to be with you soon and do any sexy things you want. I'll see you at the end of the semester. Hopefully, I'm your future lover.

He read it twice. “Rosie, did you see anyone near my office this morning?”

“No but I've been out. Why do you ask?”

“This note.” He handed it to her. “What do you make of it? I think its someone's childish trick.”

“It has the feel of being genuine to me. Maybe it's Izzie!” “That can't be! That would be phenomenally good luck and I only have bad luck.” “Give yourself a little credit. You have many students and I'm sure some find you handsome. Frankly, I don't see it myself. . .”

“Oh, shut up!” He went back to his office and pondered the note some more and finally pinned it to his small bulletin board until the end of the week.

After the last final, he deposited the note in the box of personal items he was taking home. “Rosie, I've waited long enough for the author of the note. With this rain, I'm going to try to catch the bus.”

Izzie hurried in only moments after he left.

“Rosie said, “He's headed for the bus. If you hurry you might catch him. If you don't catch him, you might have some luck if you turn left on Sycamore Avenue.”

She drove to the bus stop and found there hadn't been a bus for almost an hour and there was no sign of him. 'Where's this Sycamore Avenue?' she thought to herself. She drove on and by the time she asked the question, she was there, but still no luck finding him. She pulled over in her frustration “Damn!” At that moment he walked up to her car.

“What's the matter, Izzie?” Izzie responded,

“Hey, Teach. I was looking for you.”

At that moment, it dawned on him who the author of the note was. He plucked the note out of the box. “Do you know anything about this note?”

“Yeah. I wrote it.”

“Did you still mean what you said in it?”

“Yes. Even more now.”

“Please come in then.” She stood at the door in her short skirt and heels and hose while he unlocked it. He turned around as soon as she was in and he locked the door again. The click of the lock meant there would be no chickening out, no alone time with her vibrator. She would have to get her release with him that night. Her heart was in her throat and things were getting more exciting by the second. He lifted her onto his large wooden desk. “You look very sexy today, Izzie.”

He kissed her as his hand glided up her nylon covered thigh until he found her garters. He deftly unhooked them and asked her,

“Do you have any plans for this weekend, Izzie.”

“No.”

“Good. I have plenty of plans for us.”

“What kind of plans?” “More sucking and fucking than either one of us have experienced at one night for starters. That should give me an accurate assessment of what kind of dirty girl you are. Let's get started.”

“Here? We're gonna do it here?”

“No. I'm going to have a taste now. We'll save the rest for my bedroom. We can get much more comfortable there. For now, I'll need your panties.” “I am one horny hombre these days and taking care of that with you will be very special.”

“Me, too, Teach.”

He slowly slipped her panties off and knelt down to taste her very wet pink canal. “That's a very pretty pussy, Izzie and it seems to be a horny one. I can already see you'll be a fine partner this weekend.” He spread her legs even wider and pushed his tongue in her for her first tongue fuck with him.

“Yeah, Baby. That's what I like. More please.” His tongue found every fold and crevice. There were no obvious signs of orgasm just a few squeaks. “Do you want to to cum?”

“I already did. Three times. I squeak when I do.” She reached down and gave his dick a gentle squeeze. He seemed as hard as granite. “You seem very hard. Don't you need something, too, Honey?” He held her close and pushed his hardness into her as deeply as he could. “That's a fine cock. All weekend, did you say?”

 

 


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