2008Last year of high school. Last 2 months and my grades are not going well. Each classroom has a tutor (a profe who dedicates himself to watching the class in classes but no more), the most hated person in a college and by everyone. After finishing the third quarter, my grades for RV, literature, and art were disgusting. 8, 8, and 5 out of 20. As is logical when this tutor saw it, he started preaching. The B class must have better grades, There's no way you can leave your classmates and me like that... The only way to raise those crappy grades was by attending workshops. But damn were those courses crap. A buddy (called so at the time) was also underperforming. Already someone with whom to webeo, because otherwise this would be worse than putting up with your sister listening to One Direction. Manual arts, painting, and theater. Theater was passable but I wish to do origami or paint watercolors of a sunset... especially if there's no reason (women) motivating me to do it. So much nonsense that we eventually went to manual arts. Why? Because it was the only thing done in college after classes from 3 to 4 pm. In the first class, I found myself with a prof who hadn't seen me uffffff. I knew her for 4 years. She was a tipaza. At least she didn't bore me because my buddy didn't have balls (shame) to sleep in class. After I told her what happened, she never stayed late again. XD I don't remember how we started talking about the profs who always pay attention to another prof and this and that. Out of nowhere the tutor appeared, everyone talked about who wanted a prof from computer science. She was called PatriciaPatty would say. And Patty came to ask something from the other prof, but she was dying of laughter at what he was saying about that topic. I told him if he was alone, he could try with a prof who drove a 1950 Volkswagen, wore suspenders and a mustache. An old man. That made her laugh. That's how she was. She would say silly things and laugh.
Patty entered, asked for something, and asked the other prof why she was laughing so much and this and that. And then I thought to say: Prof, Professor Lucho (the one from computer class who supposedly liked Patty) is asking about you. She put on a face like an old lady of 71. I thought she would take it as a joke because the other prof had died laughing. Instantly, he said: Come here, student.
I asked someone where the school coordinator was and they told me he was in a meeting.
I entered a projection room and she started reprimanding me. I'm tired of everyone saying that Professor so-and-so wants you, or this other one wants you with me. You're all a bunch of disrespectable students, but today you won't get away with it. I'll suspend you for a day. Let's see if this corrects you and doesn't make you think I won't call your parents, she said.
My subconscious spoke up: Prof, I'm not lying, it's serious. I was already resigned to getting suspended anyway. Anyone would want someone like you. I looked at her as if saying what the hell did you say?. If I were a prof, I'd have told him something by now. It's spectacular how much I love it all. Just then she spoke up: No professor dares, even that one (referring to Lucho). I would dare, I said. A little kid like you who only makes fun with your friends, you think you're a big shot.
It was all or nothing, they weren't going to expel me with a month left, the school would lose money and the prof wouldn't be able to prove I did anything wrong. I grabbed her butt in front of me and said with this beautiful butt, no one will resist (I'm not exaggerating when I say it had a butt like Lisa Ann's, normal waist but you could tell the difference because of its hips). You drove me crazy). I let her go. She got cold and didn't say anything, looked at me, maybe startled or surprised. I grabbed her waist and kissed her neck under the ears until she slapped my leg. I understood I had to let her go. I looked at her, saw her through the glass door, locked it and turned off the light. Again I grabbed her waist and kissed her where I did before. I already had her. I pulled her hand and we went to the back of the room. I started taking off my shirt, took off my pants and started jerking her off. I wanted to suck her but it repulsed me because she always had a big body but her face.....from 1 to 10, note 5. Then I didn't let go and gave her another turn. I always dreamed of doing it with clothes on. Again I turned her around, she was wearing pants, opened the zipper (zipper), put my fingers in and she was still wet. No way, she had all the energy then, so I put my face in but it wasn't comfortable standing up. It was better to do it lying down (but the floor was like shit) and she kept the zipper open and I put my hands in her mouth because she started moving. Ten minutes passed and I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted to see her completely naked. First the blouse, the bra...the twins had a size that could be sucked. We continued with the pants, followed the thread. It was hot. She had a tattoo on her stomach below that made me start seeing her as beautiful. Is she or was she a girl, I thought. Now if I turned her around and everything. Her pussy was beautiful shaved and with great lips. A little while later I lifted her leg, all this with her leaning against a computer stand. I was about to explode but I shouldn't finish it, I told myself. Wait. Again on the floor. But she started sobbing her pussy and I just wanted to suck it. DELICIOUS. Her ass was tremendous and looked great in HD. What HD in 3D. Damn the nerves of knowing if someone saw us we would get caught. She said 15 more minutes. On the floor and she on top, it was messed up but didn't matter. I wanted to kiss her, slut, but what the hell! half an hour ago... Whatever had passed or for $1000 I would kiss her. Now I thought I wanted it to be the mother of my children. When she told me she was leaving, we stopped. And I felt it for the first time get tight on my pussy that I didn't know how not to explode. I kissed her a little and we got dressed. I wanted to keep giving it to her more and more and maaaaaas. We both wanted it. Unstoppable.
Send me a message and get out, she said. She left first. It was almost 6pm. There was no one, not even my friend. I went to pick up my things and ran downstairs. At the exit door, I saw her talking to the coordinator, I don't know what about. I couldn't take my eyes off her! ¡I had that woman on top of me mooooo! Outside, Patty told me: Student, wait. She gave me a paper. It was the blessed SUSPENSION. So, after this, it's still going to be like this, she said quietly. I looked at her and wrote down something - her cell phone number.
My parents would kill me for this suspension thing but I needed to rest after my first roll in life. During recesses, I would go see her, just to see her even if it was just that. She smiled at me. I liked it now. Talking on the phone wasn't really my thing yet, couldn't be a normal relationship. Although I wanted it and so I explained it to her. She had 28 and I was 16. She was 1.60 and I was 1.70 back then, so I didn't feel bad when she was on top of me. I told her I loved her. She said it was just a momentary illusion and confusion. I asked for at least a goodbye. She said there would be a goodbye anyway, and that's how it was. I'll tell you about it if you want to hear.
Patty entered, asked for something, and asked the other prof why she was laughing so much and this and that. And then I thought to say: Prof, Professor Lucho (the one from computer class who supposedly liked Patty) is asking about you. She put on a face like an old lady of 71. I thought she would take it as a joke because the other prof had died laughing. Instantly, he said: Come here, student.
I asked someone where the school coordinator was and they told me he was in a meeting.
I entered a projection room and she started reprimanding me. I'm tired of everyone saying that Professor so-and-so wants you, or this other one wants you with me. You're all a bunch of disrespectable students, but today you won't get away with it. I'll suspend you for a day. Let's see if this corrects you and doesn't make you think I won't call your parents, she said.
My subconscious spoke up: Prof, I'm not lying, it's serious. I was already resigned to getting suspended anyway. Anyone would want someone like you. I looked at her as if saying what the hell did you say?. If I were a prof, I'd have told him something by now. It's spectacular how much I love it all. Just then she spoke up: No professor dares, even that one (referring to Lucho). I would dare, I said. A little kid like you who only makes fun with your friends, you think you're a big shot.
It was all or nothing, they weren't going to expel me with a month left, the school would lose money and the prof wouldn't be able to prove I did anything wrong. I grabbed her butt in front of me and said with this beautiful butt, no one will resist (I'm not exaggerating when I say it had a butt like Lisa Ann's, normal waist but you could tell the difference because of its hips). You drove me crazy). I let her go. She got cold and didn't say anything, looked at me, maybe startled or surprised. I grabbed her waist and kissed her neck under the ears until she slapped my leg. I understood I had to let her go. I looked at her, saw her through the glass door, locked it and turned off the light. Again I grabbed her waist and kissed her where I did before. I already had her. I pulled her hand and we went to the back of the room. I started taking off my shirt, took off my pants and started jerking her off. I wanted to suck her but it repulsed me because she always had a big body but her face.....from 1 to 10, note 5. Then I didn't let go and gave her another turn. I always dreamed of doing it with clothes on. Again I turned her around, she was wearing pants, opened the zipper (zipper), put my fingers in and she was still wet. No way, she had all the energy then, so I put my face in but it wasn't comfortable standing up. It was better to do it lying down (but the floor was like shit) and she kept the zipper open and I put my hands in her mouth because she started moving. Ten minutes passed and I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted to see her completely naked. First the blouse, the bra...the twins had a size that could be sucked. We continued with the pants, followed the thread. It was hot. She had a tattoo on her stomach below that made me start seeing her as beautiful. Is she or was she a girl, I thought. Now if I turned her around and everything. Her pussy was beautiful shaved and with great lips. A little while later I lifted her leg, all this with her leaning against a computer stand. I was about to explode but I shouldn't finish it, I told myself. Wait. Again on the floor. But she started sobbing her pussy and I just wanted to suck it. DELICIOUS. Her ass was tremendous and looked great in HD. What HD in 3D. Damn the nerves of knowing if someone saw us we would get caught. She said 15 more minutes. On the floor and she on top, it was messed up but didn't matter. I wanted to kiss her, slut, but what the hell! half an hour ago... Whatever had passed or for $1000 I would kiss her. Now I thought I wanted it to be the mother of my children. When she told me she was leaving, we stopped. And I felt it for the first time get tight on my pussy that I didn't know how not to explode. I kissed her a little and we got dressed. I wanted to keep giving it to her more and more and maaaaaas. We both wanted it. Unstoppable.
Send me a message and get out, she said. She left first. It was almost 6pm. There was no one, not even my friend. I went to pick up my things and ran downstairs. At the exit door, I saw her talking to the coordinator, I don't know what about. I couldn't take my eyes off her! ¡I had that woman on top of me mooooo! Outside, Patty told me: Student, wait. She gave me a paper. It was the blessed SUSPENSION. So, after this, it's still going to be like this, she said quietly. I looked at her and wrote down something - her cell phone number.
My parents would kill me for this suspension thing but I needed to rest after my first roll in life. During recesses, I would go see her, just to see her even if it was just that. She smiled at me. I liked it now. Talking on the phone wasn't really my thing yet, couldn't be a normal relationship. Although I wanted it and so I explained it to her. She had 28 and I was 16. She was 1.60 and I was 1.70 back then, so I didn't feel bad when she was on top of me. I told her I loved her. She said it was just a momentary illusion and confusion. I asked for at least a goodbye. She said there would be a goodbye anyway, and that's how it was. I'll tell you about it if you want to hear.
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