There was always a geology teacher I could talk to.
He was a young male teacher, popular with both male and female students.
Next to the geology room was the geology preparation room, where he would always relax after school.
Usually, my friends would be there too, and we would enjoy chatting while eating snacks, but that day it was just the two of us.
At that time, I had just broken up with my boyfriend, but he seemed to still have lingering feelings, which troubled me.
I had been confiding quite a bit of personal stuff to Mr. Smith about it.
That day, after homeroom, my ex-boyfriend approached me again, and I ran into the geology preparation room, feeling irritated.
"Mr. Smith! He said he wanted to talk to me again. Honestly, I'm so tired of it."
"He's persistent... You two weren't together for that long, right?"
We had broken up in less than three months.
But during that time, we had been intimate many times.
"Maybe he's not hung up on me, but on my body?"
I said with a wry smile, and Mr. Smith, with a serious face, said, "Guys like that... It's really good you broke up."
I thought he was kind.
I also thought I wanted to lean on him.
"Hey, Mr. Smith. Can I take a nap?"
I said, lying down on the sofa in the room.
"Sure, but don't fall into a deep sleep, okay?"
I wondered if things would escalate to something intimate. Probably not.
After all, he's a teacher...
Thinking such things, I fell into a deep sleep.
Until I noticed a strange sensation.
Mr. Smith had his hand on my uniform.
"...Mr. Smith?"
I was still half-asleep.
Was he undressing me or trying to cover me with a blanket?
I realized when he kissed me.
"Mmm..."
Mr. Smith's tongue entered, and I couldn't breathe properly.
"Wait... Mr. Smith..."
"Sorry... You were just so... defenseless."
Saying that, he slid his hand under my skirt, tracing my thigh with his long fingers.
"No..."
When I made a sound, he leaned over me, looking down.
"This is bad..."
(What's bad...?)
I wanted to ask, but he kissed me again.
It was a much more sensual kiss than any I had with my ex.
Mr. Smith's right hand was trying to remove my underwear, while his left hand was fondling my chest.
"...I can't... breathe..."
"If you don't tell anyone, I'll go all the way."
(If it's Mr. Smith, maybe it's okay. We've come this far anyway...)
My uniform was off except for my skirt.
Just my bra and skirt.
At this point... I thought.
"It's okay. It's Mr. Smith."
Hearing that, Mr. Smith said nothing and sucked on my neck.
From there, his mouth slowly moved down to my chest.
"Ah..."
I was surprised at how loud my voice was.
Mr. Smith looked up at me while biting my nipple.
"Ah..."
Meanwhile, his right hand was playing with my lower part.
"No... Mr. Smith..."
I raised my voice in response to his right and left hands.
Seeing him laugh at my lewd voice made me feel sad.
"Hey, did your boyfriend do this to you?"
"No. He would just undress me, kiss me, and then enter."
Finally, he hugged me...
"I love you."
"My ex... Ah..."
Mr. Smith's assault continued to the point where I couldn't speak properly.
Sucking on my chest, tracing my waist, and playing with my lower part while biting my nipple.
"No... Mr. Smith... No..."
The next moment, I felt his fingers enter me.
"Ah... No... Ah..."
I had never been so thoroughly prepared.
I felt my thoughts becoming hazy.
"You make a lot of noise. It's just one finger, you know?"
Mr. Smith's fingers were long.
All my friends said so.
His fingers, tracing my inner walls, had become two before I knew it.
I kept raising my voice as his fingers stirred me up inside.
"No... Ah... No more... Mr. Smith..."
"It's okay, you can come."
Saying that, he bent his fingers sharply.
"Ah..."
No, I can't come.
Thinking that, I clung to him.
"No, Mr. Smith. Put it in... Ah..."
He raised his fingers and made me lick them.
"Slurp" went the sound.
With his clean fingers, he took off his shirt and leaned over me again.
Spreading my legs in an M shape, he brought his mouth close and blew on me.
"Ah..."
"Wow, your voice is so erotic..."
"No more... Ah..."
He must have been enjoying my voice.
Starting from my inner thigh, he licked slowly at first, then more intensely as he got closer to the entrance.
"Ah... Ah... No..."
How long had I been making noise?
After a while, I heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt.
"Your voice is so erotic. Did you let your ex hear it?"
"No... Ah..."
He traced my body with his fingers while pressing his now hard member against me.
"Please... No more..."
He kept teasing my entrance, almost entering but not quite.
"You're so cute, you know that?"
Saying that, he entered me.
"Ah... Ah... Ah..."
He thrust deep inside.
Different from my ex.
I felt the maturity in him.
"Ah... Ah..."
His breathing was also rough.
"Ah... Ah... Mr. Smith... Ah..."
The geology preparation room echoed with lewd sounds.
From there, we were both lost in seeking pleasure.
After a while, we climaxed together, and when I woke up, he was sitting at his desk.
"...Don't worry about contraception and stuff."
He's an adult, I thought.
Standing up, I still felt a strange heat and fatigue in my body.
"I think I'll go home today."
"Be careful with your ex."
"Thank you."
Looking back, I wondered what I was thanking him for.
The end.
Sorry for the long story.
It's a true story from my high school days.
After that, I had sex with Mr. Smith a few more times.
We haven't been in touch since I graduated.
