I had never been a very good student in class. No, you could even say I was very bad one. The funny thing about it was that I wasn’t stupid, not by a long shot. I was bad at school simply because I was bored, because I couldn’t find anything interesting in what we were taught or rather how we were taught. So, I spent my school days daydreaming or doing the bare minimum, which obviously had consequences on my grades and my relationship with my parents. Nevertheless, I didn’t care. It was my daily life, at least until that day when I was summoned by my main teacher.
I found myself in front of my teacher’s door, which I knocked on three times in a row.
“Come in!” I heard.
I grabbed the doorknob, entered his office, and closed it behind me. I found myself in front of one of my teachers, Mrs. Isobelle, a very beautiful woman with generous forms in spite of her thirty years. Moreover, this last one did not leave me absolutely indifferent. To tell the truth, the French class she gave was the only one in which I made the effort to follow.
“Good morning, Madam. You have summoned me?” I said to her the moment I saw her.
“Yes. Take a seat,” she replied.
I pulled out the chair in front of me and sat down. My homeroom teacher typed something on her computer keyboard, looked at the screen for a few seconds, then turned back to me. I wondered why I was in her office.
“I called you in this morning to talk to you about something serious,” she said.
The woman then turned her computer screen towards me, and I could see my school file with all the grades and the different appreciations that I had obtained during the current year.
“What do you notice?” she asked me next.
“Nothing in particular except the results of an average student,” I answered.
“An average student, you say? Look, I recently got a call from your parents asking me why your grades were so poor and if your teachers were tutoring you. They even thought you were being bullied at school. I told them that I had checked and then I looked at your school records and that’s when I noticed this anomaly. You manage to get just the right average and very cleverly at that. A good grade here, a bad grade there. So, what you call the results of an average student, I would say would be the results of a very smart person doing the bare minimum. Am I wrong?” she said.
Faced with her statements, I was completely speechless. What could I say to this woman who had combed through my entire school file? Faced with my silence, Mrs. Isobelle got up from her chair and came to sit beside me on her desk.
“Here’s what we’re going to do. You and I are going to make a deal,” she said again.
“What kind of a deal?” I replied later.
“A deal that should interest you a lot. If you can get your grades up and pass your final exams with honors, then you and I will have a great time together,” she said.
“A good time? What do you mean by a nice time?” I asked her, confused.
“No such thing between us. Do you really think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been leering at me during class?”
At that moment, I felt both silly and very embarrassed. I never thought she would notice me during the classes she was giving us, especially since I wasn’t exactly sitting in the front row. Besides, although I really wanted to accept her deal, deep down I thought it was probably a trap, a way to make me work for something I would probably never get.
“So, do we have a deal?” she said, holding out her hand.
Her words echoed in me like an echo in a completely empty tunnel. I finally gave in and accepted her deal, hoping deep down that she would keep her promise if I passed my final exam with honors. So it was with some reluctance that I shook her hand.
“I hope you don’t go back on your promise later,” I said.
“You don’t have to worry about that. I have only one word,” she replied.
The deal between Madame Isobelle and me being concluded, I got up from my seat and headed for the exit. However, before I could grab the door handle again, the woman called out to me.
“One more thing. This agreement we just made must absolutely remain between you and me. You know what would happen to both of us if it were to be disclosed to anyone,” said Mrs. Isobelle.
“Of course, Madam. I won’t tell anyone.”
I turned, opened the door, and finally left her office. I was still in shock and couldn’t believe that I had just made such a deal with one of the women who had the greatest effect on me. So, it was with many crazy ideas in mind that I headed home.
On the way home, I kept thinking about the deal I had just made. Even in my wildest dreams, I never imagined that this kind of thing would happen to me. I avoided fantasizing about it too much, though, for fear of getting an erection in the process. Fifteen minutes after I left school, I finally arrived home. Neither my father nor my mother was home yet, so the house was empty. So, I put my bag in my room and went to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat. I looked in the fridge and found the leftovers of the previous day’s meal, which I immediately heated up. Once that was done, I went back to my room with my food to do something I hadn’t done in ages, which was to study.
Sitting on my desk, with my empty plate next to me, I looked at my course book with difficulty. Every two minutes, I either felt like doing something else, or I was distracted by my cell phone. I had to say that studying was a particularly boring activity for me. So, I went deep inside myself to find the motivation to put aside anything that could distract me and concentrate. This did not work, however. I fell asleep a few minutes later, plunging into the world of dreams.
In this world of crazy laws, I found myself, not surprisingly, in front of Mrs. Isobelle. This one was however deprived of any clothing, which activated all the possible impulses of all my being. The woman of my dreams approached me then, took my head, and placed it between her enormous breasts. They were so soft that I felt like I was in heaven at that moment. So, I put my hands around her waist with the goal of going down a little later. She took my head again, looked me straight in the eyes before bringing her soft lips next to my ear.
“You’ll never enjoy this beautiful body if you don’t work harder,” she whispered afterwards.
It was at this precise moment that I was as if ejected from my own dream and straightened up abruptly on my seat. I was slightly disturbed by what I had just seen, but at the same time I knew she was right. I had to get down to business if I wanted to have a good time with her. To do that, I had to find a time to work while having fun and I knew exactly how to do that. So, I tried to pick up my work where I left off.
A few hours later, I heard the purr of an engine, my mother’s car, followed by the usual honking of the horn. I got up from my chair and went to open the gate for her. As soon as her car was inside our home, I checked to see if she had anything to carry and then went back to my room. When Mom came back into the house, she was greatly surprised not to see me slumped on the couch playing my console. She was even more surprised when she came into my room and saw that I was busy working on my lessons.
“Junior, are you okay?” she asked me suddenly.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I replied.
“Are you sure?” she insisted, this time putting her hand on my forehead.
“Mom! I’m telling you I’m fine,” I said again, pulling her hand away.
Although I understood her reaction, it bothered me a little that she was acting this way. So, I reassured her again, explaining that I was just studying for a test I had to take the next day. It took a while before my mother came out of my room and finally let me work. However, I knew deep down that this story wasn’t over yet, as my father still hadn’t returned from work.
So, I went back to work and memorized everything I had to remember. Then I started to do some exercises to make sure that everything was in order. It took me so long that when I finally got up from my seat, it was already dark. At the same time, the hum of a second engine sounded outside. My father had just returned. As with my mother, I went to open the gate.
“So, son, how was your day?” my father asked me after getting out of the car.
“The usual routine,” I said.
We then headed to the living room where Mom was putting food on the table. My dad put his bag on one of the couches, kissed his wife, and then went to his room to change. I wasn’t really hungry, so I apologized to Mom and went back to my room.
“Are you going back to work?” she asked me before I walked out the door into the hallway.
“No, I’m tired. I’m just going to take a bath and go to sleep,” I replied.
“Okay. Good night then.”
“Thanks a lot.”
When I got to my room, I did exactly as I had planned and took a nice shower. After that, I grabbed my cell phone, laid down on my bed, and looked at the latest news on social networks. I also took the opportunity to send a few messages to my friends to tell them that we would probably work the next day. Of course, some of them thought I was joking. I specified that it was not the case and that I was very serious about it. They still didn’t believe me, so I had to prove them wrong the next day.
I finished talking with them and put my phone on charge. Then I closed my eyes and let myself be gradually carried away into the world of dreams where I hoped to see Mrs. Isobelle again.
Like every morning, waking up was very difficult for me. I was the kind of student who had multiple alarm clocks set on her phone. Each of them was five minutes apart from the others. So, it was after the fourth ring that I finally got up from my bed and headed to the bathroom. A good cold shower and twenty minutes later, I was back in my room, cold as ever. I grabbed my clothes and hurriedly put them on and put my backpack away before heading to school.
On the way, I grabbed the money that had been left on one of the dressers in the living room for me, wished my mother and father a good day as they were having breakfast, and then left the family home. About fifteen minutes later, I was back at my school. On my way to my classroom, I happened to run into Mrs. Isobelle who was dressed that day in blue denim pants that fit her perfectly and a white shirt. As we passed each other, she winked at me, which made me feel a little fluttery, reminding me again of the deal we had made the day before. I stopped for a moment and watched her gradually move away from me, her buttocks moving beautifully in the distance.
I finally arrived at the classroom and was greeted as usual by noise. Everyone was talking about what they had done or seen the day before. This day was rather lively because of the recent victory of a soccer club against their long-time rival. Personally, I wasn’t interested in that kind of thing, so I went and sat down in my seat.
“So, you decided to get to work? Who would have thought it,” I suddenly heard as I closed my eyes.
Recognizing my buddy Henry’s voice, I sat up and faced him.
“Yeah! That’s right. In fact, I bet I’ll be even better than you,” I answered with a little mocking tone.
The way I had found to have fun working was to get my friends involved. I knew that if we challenged each other daily, not only would we have our usual laughs, but we would do it while learning and memorizing our lessons.
“Last time I checked, I thought you were just trying to do the bare minimum and not bother with everything we learn or even what your parents think. What made you change your mind?”
“Let’s just say that I had a kind of epiphany after I got home. My parents are getting old, so doing stupid things like I’m doing now wouldn’t be good for their health,” I said.
“I see. Anyway, it’s cool to think about them. You’re becoming a little responsible,” he said.
I smiled slightly, thinking about the real reason for my sudden change of mind. At the same time, the bell rang, causing everyone to shut up and return to their seats. The first class of the morning, marking the beginning of my fight for pleasure, had just begun.
The first week was quite enjoyable. As I had anticipated, challenging myself with my buddy made my work much more fun and joyful. I retained the lessons much easier, and it showed in the few results I got after my sudden conversion. This surprised some of my teachers and classmates, but it was my parents who were the most surprised. My mother thought it was a miracle, while my father thought that I had finally taken charge of my life. He was even proud that I was spending less time in front of my console and more time studying. Little did they know that this sudden change in my life was due to one person. A very beautiful woman with generous curves who had promised to take me to the 7th heaven if I obtained better school results and a mention in my final exams.
Little by little, days turned into weeks and weeks into months. Finally, the day of the final exams came. I was usually a person who did not stress about it. However, the tests I was going to take that day were completely different from the others. It was the kind of obstacle that would decide the life of any graduate student. So, either I would overcome it and start my college career at the same time, or I would let it rule me and go back to my senior year of high school. The choice was quickly made for me. I absolutely had to pass this exam for myself, for my parents, and especially for Mrs. Isobelle.
That day, I woke up earlier than usual. Stress had prevented me from getting a good night’s sleep. I left my bed and went to the bathroom. The usual tiredness of my body did not seem to be present. The bath that I took in thereafter served only to clean my body. About fifteen minutes later, I got out of the shower and started to put on my clothes. Once this was done, I checked one last time that everything I needed for my exam was in my backpack before leaving the room.
I stopped at the first floor where my parents were already and had breakfast, something I had never done during the school year.
“So, champ, ready for today?” my dad asked as I sat down.
“No, not even close,” I replied.
I was anything but ready. In fact, my mentality that day was that of a person who just knew what he had to do and didn’t want to do it. In my head, I was like, ‘No matter what happens, I’ll do whatever I can do.’
“I see. Anyway, you don’t have to worry. If you work the way you did this year, I’m sure you’ll get it,” said my dad.
“Your father is right. You just have to believe in yourself, and everything will work out,” my mother added.
I was very happy to see that I had their support. I thanked them and finished eating my breakfast. Afterwards, I got up from the table, grabbed my backpack, and headed to my high school with my parents’ encouragement.
On the way, I saw my buddy Henry ahead of me. So, I hurried and went to meet him. He didn’t seem to be in his mood. How could I not identify with him? The closer I got to my place of business, the more I felt my stress level rising.
“So, man, not too stressed?” I asked him after patting his shoulder.
“Very funny! Did you forget what day it is or what? Being stressed today is normal,” he replied.
“If you’re already this stressed, how will you be when the results come out in two weeks? I’ll bet you’ll be completely stunned,” I replied, scoffing a little.
“Let’s just get through this week first and then we’ll see,” said Henry.
We turned into an alley not far from where we were standing and found ourselves in front of our high school. Seeing him, my buddy became a little more nostalgic in his way of speaking.
“We’ve come a long way. I remember that time when you literally didn’t care about classes or your grades. Now look at you. You’re in the top five in our class now,” he exclaimed.
“These things happen. People change sometimes,” I replied.
“I know, but the transformation was far too radical for you. Now that I think about it, it was right after you were called to the homeroom. I wonder what she said to you,” said Henry.
“She didn’t! She just gave me a lecture and talked about my parents wanting to get me a tutor at that time. And since I already hated teachers at school, I didn’t want to have one more at home. So, I made a choice,” I told him.
Of course, that wasn’t the truth. However, the deal I had made with Mrs. Isobelle was to remain a secret known only to the two of us.
“I see. In any case, it was a good thing to do. Now we have to face the final boss. Holy crap! I swear I’m going to get drunk once this is over,” exclaimed the young man.
“I’m going to play the console non-stop to unwind, though,” I added.
“That’s cool. That’s a good plan too. Well, it’s time to go,” he said.
Henry and I greeted each other and wished each other good luck one last time before heading to our respective exam rooms. I arrived at the classroom and sat in the seat with my number on it. We were told to turn off our cell phones and put them in our bags. A person then entered the classroom with many papers in his hands and placed them on each table. At that moment, my stress reached its highest level. My hands suddenly became colder and clammy. I also couldn’t help but tremble as the man began his deposit on my row.
The copy was finally placed in front of me. I turned it over and read the test three times. In my mind, I thought it was easy. In fact, I thought it was far too easy, as if they were trying to give us a certain assurance before finally putting us through hell. So, I made an effort not to think about it too much and started to work. 4 hours later, the bell rang, marking the end of the first test. I stretched while another person collected all our papers and drafts. As soon as they were all taken, we were allowed to leave the exam room. I was going to stretch my legs and get something to eat before the second test started.
In the courtyard, I saw Henry again. I went to have a chat with him.
“So, man, how was it?” I asked him.
“Pretty good. How about you?” he replied.
“I found it easy so I thought there must be a trap somewhere. I didn’t find anything wrong with it and I answered all the questions without any trouble,” I said.
“That’s cool. I didn’t have time to finish,” he replied.
“As long as you answered more than half the questions correctly, it should be fine,” I explained.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
My buddy and I continued our discussion as we made our way to the dining hall where we got something to eat. Eventually the break was over, and the bell rang again, signaling that the second test was about to begin. Henry and I said our goodbyes, and everyone went back to their exam rooms.
Four hours later, I returned home completely exhausted. I was greeted by my mother who prepared my favorite meal as a pick-me-up. I thanked her for the gesture, ate a little bit, and went back to my room to study. I had four more days to go before I could finally rest.
The final exams had just ended. As I had told Henry so well, when I got home on the last day, I first went to my room where I threw my bag away as if it were garbage in a dumpster and then returned to the living room. I then turned on my game console.
“Hi, sweetie! It’s been so long,” I exclaimed as if she understood what I was saying.
I launched my game and started my game. That day, I was so focused on what I was doing that I didn’t see the time pass and didn’t even hear my mother enter the house. It was only when she said my name that I realized she was there, and I jumped at the same time.
“Albert! Didn’t you hear how I was just shouting your name,” she said, slightly angry.
“No, mom. I’m sorry. I was concentrating on my game,” I explained.
“I noticed. Anyway, come help me put the groceries away,” she ordered.
“Okay, I’ll be right there.”
So, I paused my game, got up from the couch, and went outside to join her. While I was getting the plastic bags, she asked me how my last exam day went. I told her that it had gone well, that the subject I had been working on was one of the ones I had worked on.
“I see. We are now waiting for the results,” she said.
“Yes!” I exclaimed.
It was true that I was also waiting for the results, but not for the same purpose as her. I had seven days left before I knew whether or not I would deserve my intimate moment with Mrs. Isobelle. I imagined her giving me lots of kisses and treats every day. So, I put the items Mom had bought back in their proper places and returned to my console.
On the eve of the results, my head was not set. I had spent the whole week very relaxed and with the results just hours away, I was stressing like never before. I was very pessimistic about my grades and was thinking that I was not going to get my exam or that I was going to get it but without honors, which was going to deprive me of something that I wanted very much. All these negative thoughts kept me awake that night. So, I took my cell phone and watched videos on the internet. Finally, it was not until around 3 am that the sandman decided to visit my room.
In the morning, I woke up with all the fatigue in the world in my body. It was with great effort that I left my bed to take a shower. After that, I got dressed and took some condoms from the box I had bought a few days before. After that, I went downstairs where my parents were waiting for me.
“Son! Today is the big day,” my father said.
“No matter how well you do today, we’ll always be with you,” my mother told me next.
“But oh! Don’t talk like that, Mom! I feel like I’m leaving to see my name on the list of failures,” I said.
“No, that’s not what I meant,” she said.
“I know, Mom. I know you were.”
My parents had to work that day, so they couldn’t take me to school. I said goodbye to them and promised to call them as soon as I got my results. I left my house and headed to my school. About fifteen minutes later, I saw a crowd of students in front of the blackboards. I also heard shouts of joy and sadness. It was truly a time in everyone’s life when conflicting emotions were also present.
A new cry of joy resounded in the crowd. I immediately recognized the sound of it. My friend Henry then ran out of the group, screaming. When he saw me, he ran straight to me.
“I passed! I passed!” he shouted in my ears.
I was really happy for him but also stressed for myself. So, I left him in his euphoria and snuck through the other students. After some effort, I arrived at the candidates’ lists. I looked for my name and suddenly joy came over me.
“Albert—candidate number—-, automatically admitted with honors,” I said out loud.
It was good, I had done it. I had graduated and fulfilled my part of the bargain. Now it was time for Mrs. Isobelle to fulfill hers. So, I walked away from the other students and called my parents first. The joy they felt when I told them the news filled me with pride. I told them I was going to hang out for a while and that I would be home late. They asked me not to be too crazy and I hung up. I then went to look for Mrs. Isobelle. I found her a few minutes later in one of the school’s corridors.
“Madame Isobelle!” I shouted.
She turned around and smiled at me, perhaps suspecting the origin of my presence. Curiously, she was dressed the same way as when she and I made the deal.
“I did it Mrs. Isobelle. I kept my end of the bargain,” I said.
“I see. First of all, congratulations on graduating from high school. Your efforts have finally paid off. Now that you’re officially in graduate school, there’s no need to call me Mrs. Isobelle. Isobelle or Iz will suffice,” she said.
She then looked around to see if anyone was around. Once this was done, she asked me to follow her. My heart began to race as I anticipated what would happen next. The time had finally come.
Miss Isobelle and I—or rather Isobelle and I entered her office. She locked the door behind me and then went to her desk where she sat down.
“You remember, don’t you? I was sitting in the same position the day you and I made our agreement,” she told me.
How could I forget that? For the past few months, I had been replaying that scene over and over in my head.
“I remember it perfectly. Besides, I thought you were—you were joking at that moment,” I replied.
She smiled at me afterwards, which made me think that she was up to something bad. Isobelle then beckoned me with her finger to come closer and, as soon as I was close to her, she put both her hands on my face before looking me straight in the eyes.
“But I was too serious,” my homeroom teacher retorted, before suddenly kissing me.
Her lips were even softer than in my dreams and her perfume much more exquisite. I let myself be carried away by this fantastic moment while placing my hands around her. Isobelle then spread her legs slightly, allowing me to get even closer to her.
We finished exchanging this first kiss and the woman of my dreams looked me straight in the eyes again. She then let go of my face and began to unbutton her shirt. As I watched her do this, I felt the excitement growing inside me and my pants getting tighter and tighter. A few moments later, I found myself in front of her enormous chest. Isobelle then took my hand and placed it on top.
“So, how do you like it?” she asked me afterwards.
“Perfect! They are perfect,” I answered.
The young woman smiled at me again before telling me to come and see them a little closer. She then took my head and came directly to put it in her two shells. I wondered how they could be so firm while being so big. The urge quickly kicked in and I began to press her beautiful breasts. However, this was not enough for me. Something was bothering me. So, I withdrew my head, grabbed Isobelle’s shirt, and pulled it down. My sudden reaction surprised her slightly, but I didn’t care. All I wanted at that moment was to be as close to her as possible.
I placed my hands behind my homeroom teacher’s back and unhooked her bra, freeing her luscious breasts at the same time. I rushed back to her, dipping my head in again. This time it was perfect. I was no longer bothered by this horrible bra that prevented me from enjoying these wonders of nature and appreciating their shape and firmness to the fullest. So, I started to caress them delicately, to knead them, and to suck them.
“Well, well, well! It seems that you really wanted it,” she said to me in a very sensual tone.
“You have no idea how much I dreamed of them during these last months,” I retorted.
“Then take advantage of it as much as you want,” she authorized me.
So, I took what she had just said to the letter, straightened up suddenly, and pushed her. She then found herself lying on her desk, which made some of her things fall on the floor. I didn’t care and went back to sucking on her breasts. I gently moved up to her neck and gave her many kisses. Meanwhile, Isobelle put her legs around me. The woman of my dreams and I ended up looking into each other’s eyes again before kissing for the second time.
As Isobelle and I kissed, she slowly slid her hands to my waist and tried to undo the buckle on my belt. Seeing that she was having some difficulty doing so, I stopped kissing her and stood up. She finally succeeded and also took the opportunity to take care of my pants. Isobelle then put her hand in my boxers and grabbed my cock.
“Interesting,” she said with a smile.
The young woman took out my penis to the air and began to make movements of back and forth with her hand. Seminal fluid appeared, which seemed to amuse her immensely.
“It seems that he wants me to take care of him,” she said again.
I nodded my head in response. She smiled again and invited me to sit in one of the chairs. I complied and took my seat. Isobelle meanwhile removed her shirt and bra and knelt down in front. The young woman seized again my cock and started again with her movements of back and forth. I nervously swallowed my saliva as she gently moved her lips to my glans. She then put it in her mouth, moved it down slightly and then back up again. The sensation I felt at that moment was so exquisite that I didn’t want it to stop. I felt as if a soft and pleasant electric current was running through my body.
Isobelle continued to suck me while looking me straight in the eyes. She was passionately going down and up, licking the length of my cock, gobbling my balls in one go, and running her tongue around my glans many times. Even in my wildest dreams, I never imagined that my homeroom teacher was capable of such feats. It was simply beyond comprehension.
“Do you like it?”
“Oh yes, I do! Please don’t stop,” I replied.
She laughed a little before picking up where she left off. I, who thought I had reached the top, was clearly not ready for what was to come. Isobelle placed my penis between her breasts, then pushed them one towards the other. The young woman then began to move back and forth as she continued to suck me off. Sitting on my seat, I grabbed the armrests and squeezed them with all my strength.
“Fuck! It’s so good!” I exclaimed in my head.
I wanted her, I wanted to take her here and now, I wanted to be one with her. So, I walked over to her, grabbed her chin, and kissed her again.
“Teacher, I want you here and now,” I said to her right after.
After that, Isobelle straightened up and started to remove the rest of her clothes in front of me. I had then the impression to attend a session of striptease. When she found herself wearing only her panties, my homeroom teacher suddenly turned around. She grabbed her panties and took them off very gently, showing me her huge and firm backside and everything that went with it. She then threw me her underwear which I caught in flight while being a little surprised by her gesture.
While I was still slightly confused by what I was holding in my hands, Isobelle sat back down on her desk. She spread her legs again and invited me to join her.
“What are you waiting for? He’s bored alone,” she said, referring to her vagina.
I accepted her call, but before penetrating her, I went to take care of her a little. I came to squat in front of her, spread delicately her lips with my two thumbs, put my tongue on her clitoris. I thus returned to him the charming service to which I had had right previously. Circular and linear movements, I did not forget any. As it was my very first time to do such a thing, I had no experience in this field and therefore did not know if I was doing it correctly. At least that’s what I thought until Isobelle suddenly put her hand on my head for a few moments.
“Hmm! Keep going, do not stop,” she exclaimed while moaning.
Encouraged by her words, I decided to put a little more energy. I introduced my fingers in her vagina and began to make movements of back and forth. The latter, which was slightly warm and wet during my insertion, became even more so. I then took a few moments to observe my teacher, only to realize that she had folded her fist and had placed it in front of her mouth, surely not to make noise.
Many minutes passed and Isobelle had removed her hand from my hand to caress her chest with it. On my side, I continued what I was doing, licking, sucking, and fingering her. When I removed my fingers from her vagina, they were covered with a sticky substance. I put them back in place and left for several more minutes.
My desire and Isobelle’s finally reached their peak. She wanted it and so did I. So, I stood up, took off my clothes and put them on. I thus straightened up, removed my pants and my underpants which dragged at the level of my ankles, then searched my pockets in search of the condoms which I had put in the morning. I grabbed one before tossing my clothes in the corner. Then I put it on and turned back to the woman of my dreams who was waiting impatiently for me.
After so many months of waiting, the head of my cock found itself at the entrance of her vagina. Little by little, it made its way inside Isobelle. The heat and the humidity that I felt with my fingers gave me a sensation that I could not describe but that I appreciated and savored enormously. I found myself completely inside her a few moments later. At that moment, I told myself that this was the best day of my life.
Not wanting to rush, I started to move slowly. I wanted to enjoy every moment that Isobelle and I were one. I went in, went as deep as I could into her, and then came back out. I repeated the movement again and again. Then I put my hand on my face and brought my lips closer to hers. We kissed passionately while she gradually tightened her legs around me. It was good, it was even exquisite.
Isobelle and I continued to kiss. I also gave her kisses on the neck while with my hand I caressed one of her breasts. The young woman then lay down on her desk. I then put my hand on her cheek and went gradually down to the level of her neck, then of her chest, of her belly. I stopped finally at the level of her hips that I seized. I put then more spirit in what I make, accelerating my movements and making them more intense. I leaned again towards her to kiss her then left again of more beautiful.
The minutes passed and Isobelle and I decided to change positions. I withdrew my penis from her vagina, and she sat up. She then turned around and showed her huge ball. I inserted my cock into her again and then grabbed her hips. I started again with my back-and-forth movements which gave me a lot of pleasure. I hoped that she was too, although I didn’t have to worry too much about the moans she was starting to make. She and I were so wild at this point that we almost knocked over her desktop computer.
As Isobelle was happily moving her ass on my cock, a part of her body suddenly caught my attention. I put my index finger in my mouth to moisten it slightly before inserting it into her asshole.
“Hey! No, not today. Maybe next time,” she exclaimed, turning around abruptly.
“So, there will be a next time,” I retorted.
“It will depend,” she continued.
“Whether or not you manage to make me cum,” she said to me thereafter.
I understood at this moment that my chances to spend another good moment with madam… with Isobelle was to be successful in what I made at the moment. So, I accepted the challenge and went to sit on one of the chairs. I then invited her to join me, which she did a few moments later. She sat on top of me, and we went back for several minutes during which I placed my head in her breasts, sucked them, kneaded them, and kissed her. Unfortunately for me, I did everything I could to hold back but, after a while, I couldn’t and ended up unloading everything into her. Isobelle felt my sudden stiffness and understood immediately what had just occurred, more especially as I breathed strongly.
“Too bad! You were this close to getting another moment with me,” she said again as if to mock me.
Unable to accept this defeat, I decided to go to plan B. So, I asked the woman of my dreams to stand up. My flaccid cock came out of her vagina, but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to need it for the rest of my life. I pulled her with me to her desk where I invited her to sit down. I then spread her legs and knelt down in front of her. If I couldn’t make her come with my cock, I would do it with my tongue. So, I attacked her clitoris again and fingered her at the same time. Since she was already about to come, I just had to make one last little effort.
I cavorted Isobelle again and again. Her moans became so loud that someone outside the office could have heard us. But I didn’t care and concentrated on my task. Finally, after a few minutes of work, the long-awaited moment arrived. I didn’t expect the young woman to suddenly squeeze her legs together, trapping my head. I had succeeded, I had obtained it. Isobelle and I would meet again for a second round. All I had to do now was to get out of her grip and talk to her.
It took a while for the girl to come to her senses. As soon as she did, she sat up and saw the little smile I had on my face.
“So, when should we schedule our second date?”
“Get your diploma first and then we’ll talk about it,” she replied.
I didn’t really understand why she was putting it off, but it didn’t matter. As long as I knew that something like this would happen again, I was at peace with myself. Isobelle and I got dressed and got ready to leave her office after cleaning up the mess we had made. Just as I was about to grab the door handle and turn it, she stopped me abruptly. She then took a pen and wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to me. However, before placing it in my hand, she suddenly kissed me.
“Take good care of it,” she said afterwards.
I then looked at the piece of paper she had just given me and saw that a phone number was written on it. I then turned my gaze to her, seeing her open the door. I couldn’t help but smile, realizing that she and I would be seeing each other many more times.
“So, what are you waiting for? Are you coming or not?”
“Yes, I’m coming,” I replied.
I left my homeroom teacher’s office and the two of us went our separate ways. As I left my high school, I looked at him one last time, remembering all the good times I had had inside and imagining all the good times I would have because of him. A few moments later, I finally went home, happy as ever.