uptight Mr. Sinclair then confided that he felt fortunate to have had me as a student. We shared a moment that wasn’t at all awkward, it was tender and just felt… comfortable. Then, as the silence sort of stretched beyond that happy quiet moment where we just both stared into each other’s eyes with understanding, something very strange happened.

He kissed me. It wasn’t necessarily unexpected either. In that moment, it just seemed like the logical thing to happen next, and I wasn’t surprised when his lips pecked against mine. It wasn’t much of a kiss, just a nip of our lips, but it was definitely a kiss.

I hesitated and he immediately rushed back to grabbing and fumbling with his papers. I could tell he was embarrassed, but probably also fearful of crossing the student-teacher line. Trying to set his mind at ease, I told him that I was eighteen and that he’d really only be my teacher for the next two or three days, and then he’d just be my friend.

He smiled at that. I turned to leave the room, but when I got to the door, something made me stop. I eased the door shut and flipped the lock up. Then I turned and went back to Mr. Sinclair’s desk. He looked up at me, presumably to ask why I had returned, but I hushed him with a kiss. A good kiss. A long, deep, sensual kiss.

His lips were surprising soft and he really knew how to use them. He stood up from his desk and took off his thick, dark-rimmed glasses. For all his nerdiness, Mr. Sinclair was actually a really cute guy, with deep, puppy dog brown eyes. He kissed me again, this time placing his hands on my thighs as he did so.

We made out for just a moment, rubbing against each other and feeling each other’s bodies. He was a thin, small, frail man. And I was a little on the short and chubby side. I can’t imagine the image we would have been should someone have walked in on us. But no one did.

I felt Mr. Sinclair’s cock growing inside his loose-fitting dark slacks, forming a small tent in the front of his pants. Instinctively, I reached down and grabbed the bulge as soon as I felt it rubbing against my thigh. Mr. Sinclair flinched at the action and pulled back from the kiss. I just smiled and locked onto his lips again. I kept massaging his thin prick through his pants until I felt him relax and accept the motions of my hand.

Then I eased him back on his desk, so that he was sitting atop it, while I dropped down to my knees between his legs. He said that we shouldn’t, but I just silenced him. It was in this moment that I realized this was the ‘thank you’ I’d wanted to give Mr. Sinclair ever since my first day of biology four years ago. He deserved. And so did I.

Plus, I was suddenly craving cock – his cock. I’d sucked plenty of cock before, in fact, I was sort of proud of how experienced and talented I was in that department. I had had two ‘steady’ boyfriends during high school, neither of whom was as comfortable with his sexuality as I was. And I just wasn’t ready yet to have anal sex with anyone, so I’d just gotten accustomed to giving a lot of head to keep