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I tried to appear disinterested when my heart was beating erratically as I waited for my Dad's response.

He moved his head back and forth in contemplation. "They're all very friendly. There's a lot of them, so I haven't met them all."

"What are their names?"

My Dad frowned at me.

"Just checking to see if any of them are my teachers. Give you the lowdown on whether they're nice to me."

It was a lie because I didn't give two shits about any of the other teachers. Only one.

But as my Dad rattled off the list of teachers he could remember, I was disappointed when none of them werehim.

Later that night, in my room, I attempted to go over the notes I'd taken in my classes. But my gaze and hands kept going to my chemistry book. I threw the textbook aside as my hand crept up my stomach, shifting aside my camisole.

I was all hot and bothered.Achy.

I shoved my shirt up, baring my naked breasts to the cool air. My hand caressed the flesh under the curve of my breast. I bit back a moan as my legs shifted in arousal against my cool sheets. My nipples pebbled, but not from the temperature change. They'd been hard all day. From the moment I walked into Mr. Drake's classroom.

My mind conjured up a picture of his tall, solid frame. His piercing brown eyes and his firm, full mouth.

I shoved my sleep shorts down along with my panties, kicking them carelessly aside. I could see the dampness on my pink underwear, and it caused my pussy to clench.

I rubbed my titties, pinching their peaks until a shiver of lust shot down my spine. I licked my lips and arched my back, bringing my knees up as I continued the assault on my breasts. They weren't too big, but they weren't small, either—the perfect size for Mr. Drake's big hands.

I imagined his rough fingers sliding down my stomach, cupping my warm cunt. Just like I was doing now.

My middle finger dipped between my pussy lips, and I gave a small moan as I felt more wetness leak out. I was thankful that my Dad was downstairs watching TV. There was no way I could keep quiet while thinking about my teacher.

I rubbed at my cunt with my fingers, my legs obscenely spread. I bit my lips hard as my breaths came out in small, short puffs.

It was too much but not enough at the same time.

I rolled onto my stomach and stuck my naked ass in the air. I reached under me and sunk my fingers into my cunt. My other hand had my pillow gathered in my clenching fingers; my mouth opened against the material in a silent moan.

I moved my fingers up to rub against the entrance to my asshole; the liquid gathered on my fingers acted as a lubricant, allowing me to sink my middle finger in. I've touched myself there before but never entered my ass. It was an act I had never considered, but, god, I would let Mr. Drake touch my back hole. I'd let him do more than touch it, too.

Needing release, I returned to my pussy and rubbed at my open cunt. My clit moved roughly against my slippery fingers as I strived for that sweet release.

I imagined Mr. Drake's cock rubbing against my wet gash, teasing me as I begged him to fuck me.

"Mr. Drake," I quietly moaned. "Fuck me, Mr. Drake. Pound my virgin cunt until I come."

"Is this what you want, Little Girl?" I imagined him growling at me as he sunk his dick into me.

I rubbed frantically at my weeping pussy; my hips moved faster on the bed as I drooled into my comforter.

"Yes, yes!" I whimpered. "Fuck me hard. My cunt is yours!"

I choked against my bed sheets as my orgasm rocketed through me. My body spasmed while I continued to pet my pussy as it squirted out my come. I buried my face into my pillow to stifle my low moans.

I slowly lowered my body to my bed as the last blissful haze left my quivering frame.

I turned onto my back as my breathing slowed back down. Even though I came harder than ever in the short time I've learned how to masturbate, it was still not enough.

It'll never be enough unless it was Mr. Drake.

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