Hard Lessons - Prologue Rebecca School crush

Hard Lessons - Prologue Rebecca School crush

I am sitting at the back of the class, as usual, looking at my phone more than the book I am supposed to be reading, Sir is talking and walking up the aisle again so I quickly slip my phone away and pretend to be reading the book.

He stops at my desk and taps the book, and I notice it is upside down. I turn it the right way around and he walks away back down the aisle. My face is flushed, but I also feel something else, a strange tingling in the pit of my stomach.

It’s odd, I feel weird that he chastised me without saying a word and I feel bad for disappointing him. Usually, I don’t care about class or the curriculum, I really don’t expect to do well in the exams, never have been that interested in anything.

My friend Nicole has had her baby and has a flat now, and I wonder if I should do the same. My mother did the same, so why should I be any different. I have had sex though it was disappointing, I get more from touching myself, the boys just poke away not really knowing what to do and boys are well, boys and I can’t stand talking to them at all they talk about is cars, Fortnite and Football,

“Yawn.”

I look at Mr Wyles, as he is walking away, I bet he does not talk about football all the time, I wonder what he is like out of school. Is he married? Does he have children? Good butt, I think to myself while looking at him standing over another student. OMG, what?

I pick up my book and start reading again, looking up now and then to see if he is coming back. Did I like Mr Wyles? But he was old like 50 or something, there’s that weird feeling again, a tingle in the pit of my stomach. Seeing him walking back towards my row, I put my book down and pick up my phone and pretend to be reading from it, but I am not I am waiting for him to see me, notice that I am not working (OMG, I want him to tell me off!)

“Miss Lawson.”

I look up; he is standing over me; he is very tall I note. His hand is out, I know what he wants; he wants the phone. I close the app and lock the phone, handing it over.

“Sorry Sir,” I say blushing, but that tingle grows and now I feel it in my pussy (I do like him! Gross he is old enough to be my dad)

I pick up the book again and he walks back down the line of tables and I watch as he puts the phone on his desk; it is not the only one there. Some teachers don’t care if you use your phone in class, but Mr Wyles always confiscates them until the end of class if he catches you with them out.

Class ends and I hang back, waiting til everyone has left the room before approaching Mr Wyles‘s desk, I stand waiting for him to notice me; he is marking papers and makes me wait. Or maybe he has not even noticed me standing here, this makes me feel weird again but not the tingle from earlier, something else, I don’t like it whatever it is.

I shuffle my feet a bit hoping he will hear me or notice the movement, (Notice me please I think to myself I want him to notice me, it’s not just that I want my phone back I want him to look at me, see me)

“Ahh, Miss Lawson, your phone of course,” he says without looking up. He picks up the phone and without looking at me and holds it out.

“You really should apply yourself more, Miss Lawson,” He says finally looking up at me, but his eyes speak of disappointment (that feeling again, and my knees want to buckle) “Final exams are but a few short months away you know?”

“Yes, Sir I know,” I say taking my phone and heading out of the class (I wonder if he watches me leave; if he noticed the extra wiggle I put into my walk for him)

Later that night:

I head home and go straight to my room. Mum is not in, as usual, probably won’t be back until after midnight.

Making myself a little to eat and then running a bath, while lying in the water I play with myself, I do this often, especially if mom is home as this is the only place I can be sure of privacy. She has been a nosy mare all her life and even more so since I turned 18 and started getting attention from boys (like she can talk).

I lay in the hot water, steam rising from the bath like a thickly scented fog. I am thinking about Mr Wyles, how he made me feel earlier, that tingle again, and this time I feel it in my pussy as I play with it, more intense. I cum several times imaging him looming over me, sitting me on his lap and his cock in my pussy while he teaches the class (OMG I really do like Mr Wyles).

Lying in bed I check Google then Facebook to see if I can find Mr Wyles’s profile looking him up. I find his profile quite quickly, as most of the faculty have a profile, linked to the school. He does not seem to have a relationship status, says single (this makes me happy for some reason). I look through his images, holidays, parties, hiking, lots of his dogs (gosh they are cute). There are a few women in his photos so I check them out, most seem to be younger than him, mid-30s mostly, a lot of them seem to be parties or weekends away.

I nose through their profiles and noticing a few seem to be into rubber and fetish stuff and that Mr Wyles has commented on some of those images liking them and telling the girls how good they look or that they are naughty for wearing such clothing.

Mr Wyles must be into BDSM I realise, I had watched Fifty Shades of Grey at a friends’ house and we both had played at being the girl and taken turns spanking each other’s bottoms, that had turned me on a little and I had kissed my friend that night. Though she said she did not like it, I was sure she did.

Going to bed and playing with myself again, imagining Mr Wyles taking my phone away and spanking me over his desk, I cum again. I wonder how I can get Mr Wyles to spank me, would he like to spank me I wonder, I have a nice bottom, prettier than those women on his profile. I know he can’t date me I am a student, but it has happened. I know one girl who says she slept with the gym teacher and the boys are always saying they shagged this teacher or that. I don’t believe them, or the teachers would be sacked. I don’t want Mr Wyles to be sacked I just want him to notice me.

The next day I put on some makeup and a dark bra under my white blouse and before I enter Mr Wyles’s class I undo a button so he might see down my top when he walks past. Every time he came up the aisle, I made sure to push out my chest a little, not too much, but I was certain that if he looked down at my desk, he could see down my top.

Maybe it is my imagination but he does not seem to be coming up the aisles as much today but I had to check my book earlier and I even got him to explain a sentence to me, he must have seen my breasts then, he was right over me but he has not been back up since. It’s not working, he is not noticing me.

Again, I hang back til last and walk down the aisle slowly swing my hips from side to side, but he is not looking just working on the papers on his desk. I stomp out of the room annoyed with him for not noticing me…

Feeling annoyed, why won’t he notice me, men always notice me, Mum’s boyfriends do, sometimes I tease them, lying in the front room watching TV in my nighty; knowing that they can see my bottom and Mum is always telling me off for wandering about in my undies when they are there. Cock tease, she calls me. I bet they have fucked her thinking about me more than once.

That’s it I realise; I will let Sir see my panties, he is a man, he will want me the same as they all do, I was certain. When I got home I sat on the end of my bed and practiced in the mirror, lifting my skirt little by little until I could see my panties then spreading my legs to see what Sir will be able to see from his desk.

The next morning, I decide to wear a white thong, knowing the material barely covered my pussy so they would show the outline of my bits clearly if he looks. Arriving early at class so I can take the seat at the front of the class right in Sirs eyeline. He won’t be able to ignore me now, I thought.

Sir comes in and sits down, I hitch my skirt a little and part my legs and wait while he gives out the work for today’s lesson. Sir is working on his papers at his desk and does not seem to notice that I am at the front of the class nor has he looked my way (I maybe pouting right now) Notice me!!

I decide to get his attention by asking a question, so raising my hand and call “Sir.”

Sir looks up, noticing me (butterflies are dancing in my stomach now) “Yes Miss Lawson,” I was sure his eyes flashed for a second. I ask my question and as he answered I part my legs a little more, I am such a slut I think to myself.

He answers and returns to his papers; I keep watching to see if he notices me, if he is looking, but I don’t see him look. I start panicking a bit, now I have risked expulsion the least he can do is notice me. Deciding to go all in, I open my legs so he can’t miss the obvious show.

I see him glance up but then return to his papers, |I realise he has not walked up that aisle today as he usually does but stayed at his desk, that’s odd but all I really care about is that he is not looking my way at all. (Yes, I am pouting now).

The bell goes but I wait to the end, as I am about to leave; I hear Sir call out,

“Miss Lawson please wait.”

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