Love is in the Air (First Ten Days of November)

She was there laughing to her fullest and chatting with her friends. The glamour of her face made me awe at her like a fool for a moment. I stopped by the door, still looking at her. What deity! I entered my classroom, clearing my throat. Everyone looked at me with a gloomy thrill. I approached that beauty and asked her if she had finished her homework?

   I was looking straight at her eyes. Neither did she look away nor excused me. With a confusing unreliable smile, she replied yes.

   Her eyes had something magical. Her body had a strong force of attraction that drew my attention. Her lips were one of my most favorite delicacies. I wish I could have kissed her lips one last time to the fullest. Her curls were kissing her pink lips when just for a moment; I had a sinful thought of kissing her delicate lips. Not to accept the fact to withdraw my attention from her, I asked her to elucidate the theme of the prose.    Though I moved towards the board, my whole attention was on her chest and her hips. She noticed it but I acted normal. When she gave correct answers to my reckless questions, I decided to leave the classroom at once. That whole night, I was wondering what I had done that morning. I was ashamed of myself. I had never thought of a girl in such a fetish way. But to be honest, I was experiencing a fierce sexual positivity in myself. The next day I was determined to approach her, which I did successfully. Reaching out to her was easy; she was the friendliest girl I had ever met in my life. She discussed all the school life problems with me on the first day. Later, I decided to take over the duty of the class teacher of Grade XII. I got that responsibility without any efforts because I was quite famous in high school and was also a trustee of the school trust funds. Despite never liking to become popular, I did all my best to become famous for attracting the love of my life.

  Unexpectedly, once she approached me with an outwitted smirk, asking me my name. That was not that unusual. A student has this much right to ask her favorite teacher this simple question. I just wanted to keep on chatting with her so, I replied, "Guess it, yourself."

   She started guessing names and I was only looking at her as if I never wanted to let the moment pass away. She was guessing funny names and was laughing at her own given names. Ahhh... What a smile! I was ready to give away thousands of dollars for this smile. But after deriving so much fun, finally, I told her my name.

"Raydon... Raydon Barton!"

She was the most outwitted girl one can ever meet. On that fortunate night only, I got a text. I wanted to say good night but contrary to my expectations, it was from her. 'The text was from Samara.' I forgot everything around me and just jumped onto the phone.

She had texted, "Hi! Wassup?" 

Without delaying for a moment, I texted back, "Why awake, so late?"

   I did not want to let her go. Every time I feel that the conversation was getting bland, I started a new topic. Finally, we reached the friendliest conversation at five in the morning. The conversation was about Nudes and Porn and why everyone should watch porn.

     I was always that friendly with everyone. And if the person whom I feel comfortable to chat with gets to know all about me. And as the teacher approached me with a frank conversation, it was comfortable for me to discuss something personal. As a teenager and also as a student with limitless thoughts, I had always chosen physical attraction over the mental accusation. And one can never deny that it's never compulsory that the person you are physically attracted to is the person you are mentally attracted to also. Both persons can be different. And yes, he is the first person I am physically attracted to. I am not lying but I can tell that yes I had feelings for him after it all ended. Maybe, I wanted to feel for him.

  The next morning proved to be the brightest. She was blushing heavily. She glanced at me and approached me with a happy teddy smile. She was licking a candy pop and I looked at her tongue moving on the body of sweet candy pop. The sweet tickling sensation was felt overriding my lower body. I felt an increased sensation in my balls. Though I did not want to feel it, I felt it amusingly. My inner desire to kiss her hard on her sweet delicate lips rushed to the highest point. She looked at my eyes and licked the candy again and again. My eyes got fixed at her tongue and I stared at her blankly. The very thought of feeling her tongue made me anxious. My dick was waking up against my wishes trying to escape the tightness of my trouser pants. I said goodbye and did not try to get back to her that day. I did not dare to stand in front of her that day. Sorry for the same.

Finally, I encountered her during physical training classes. I wanted to ignore her for a reason which I forgot as soon as she came close to me. The P.T. teacher was absent that day so, I was asked to take their substitution class. I wanted to deviate myself from her as much as I can so I decided to play soccer with the students. Girls seemed to be more comfortable with the idea of playing soccer than the boys. I was busy deviating myself from her, teaching the girls how to play soccer but soon I noticed she fell on the ground, all of a sudden (I was the first one to notice because my attention was on her only). I hurried to help her before any other boy near her helps her. She had sprained her ankle. I stood beside her, looking at her expression. She tried to get up holding my hand but she failed to get up. Her touch made the hormones in my body rush to my lower body. No! Not again! Everyone's center of attention was both of us. I glanced at them and shouted, "No need to worry! Continue the match!" I helped her to get up and reach the Medical Room. There was perfectly no one. I helped her to sit on the chair. As there was no one, I have the responsibility to take care of the injured student. I got down and looked at her sprained ankle and then looked at her asking for permission to touch her ankle. When I got the hint that she has no problem, I examined her sprained ankle. I always wanted to treat her like a normal student but my body rejected this shitty thought. My fingers were cold and I moved them slowly on her ankle to make her feel my touch. I was sure she had felt it amusingly.

    I was feeling his touch. I wanted more so I took off the shoes and dirty socks. When his touch made me feel intolerable, I said, "It's ok... I got this." He left my ankle at once. But I needed so much more. I tried to walk and then rested on the bed nearby with legs handing down. He was standing near me. His dick was near my face and my attention was on his large provoked dick. He did not notice it.  I was so close to her. I was provoked. I could smell her essence. I wanted this moment to continue without any interruption. She was swinging her legs slowly. Something fell off the bed so I bent down to pick it up. But 'ahhhhh'... That sensation... Her toes touched my dick. I wanted it more. I wanted it not to stop. I was still looking at her. I slowly got up to get the sensation again. Ah huh... The day went magically awesome.

        That night, don't know why I texted him all of a sudden. I was feeling dumb at first and was afraid of what would be his reaction but, contrary to my expectations, he texted me back with a polite conversation. I was feeling relieved. I chatted with him for long sleepless hours and finally, I reached the climax of the conversation when I was telling him about the sweet sensation I received from him in the Medical Room. When I confessed to him that I felt his dick arousing, he apologized with great contempt. He started assuring me that what happened that day would not happen again but my reflex was opposite and unusual. "Hey, please don't apologize to me. It was good. I liked it very much. Instead, I wanted more."

Oh no! Shit! I just texted my teacher a flirty text. God damn! I wanted to unsend it but it was too late. The message was already seen. I was finding every second of passing away emotional torture. The reply came late than usual.

"Really?!"

   I wanted a reply to be yes. My very first instinct was not to let the smoky conversation die. I wanted to know more about it. I wanted to know what she thinks about me; what she feels about me. And fortunately, the reply turned out to be yes. Yahoo! We discussed it all over again; from the very beginning. We discussed the pros and cons. We discussed everything. The next few days were as flirtiest as ever. We collided sometimes intentionally, used some old tricks to have physical contact; if had physical contact anytime at any place, would have done our best to sustain it as long as possible. All of a sudden, I felt increased liberty to feel the emerging temptation inside of me to show to the outside world.

       Once after heading back home from school, I enjoyed the exhausting night having beer chills with my friends. But the bottle full of elixir (beer) made me feel like an assassin trying to escape the barriers and let his heart out to the person who understands him. I was feeling dreadfully lonely. I wanted to share my heart; my inner soul with someone who will understand me. (Not that, I am an assassin.)

Previously, I had called her by making excuses about homework and school projects but that day I called her with an intention that was pure and was all about 'us'. I called her without thinking much. She accepted the phone call and asked me in a much more student-way. But I was in a different mood. I was busy making negotiations with her. It was a dull negotiation of a drunken man. "Hey, listen, Sam, I wanted to tell you something and you have to listen to it..."

     I do not remember what she replied and what was her reaction but I know I had told her everything about me. I let my heart out to her. I told her my gloomy past; how I was cheated on every time I loved someone. Yes, it is true. I don't know how I fall in love with her after being cheated in love so many times. But the truth was I had fallen for her. I had fallen for her more than I had wanted to.

     Our conversation was becoming flirtier and dirtier day by day. I had started taking the P.T. classes of XII D more often. I insisted to give Ms. Barnes personal training with an excuse that she was the laziest student of all. (It's true, she was lazy as hell.) I touched her legs, her thighs, and stomach every day while giving P.T. lessons. She enjoyed it greatly and started to giggle every time, I tickled her feet. Her smile... What a smile! I would have given away the whole of my life to see just the smile on her face. Soon, situations started taking turns.

It was bright noon of a dull chilly day of November. I entered my office and saw her sitting there with a bundle of sheets. She was writing something in her hand. I went back outside the office to recheck the name on the info-box. Gladly, it was my office only. But I was feeling both anxious and miserable at the same time. Generally, she used to spend her evenings with Ms. Gibson, teaching the new members of the Student Council about do's and don'ts. I relieved myself, leaving the books on the side table and cleared my throat twice and when I got no reaction from her, I made myself rest on the chair near the dusty window and looked at her, searching for some clues. She gave no response. I asked, clearing my throat, "Ms. Barnes? Is everything alright?" 

She nodded and then replied after a few minutes of utter silence, "I forgot to bring my uniform..." I remembered at once. She had forgotten her scout's uniform and Mrs. Richards was mad at her. I saw her while passing by the room, tried to fix the problem when nothing happened, left from there at once. She murmured, "Mrs. Richards has told me to visit you and ask for a suitable punishment."    "Huh?! Punishment for this little mistake?" I told her to forget about what had happened and encouraged her to be happy. Once, I saw the smile on her face, I was relaxed and started chatting with her about the previous text-chatting. She seemed to be more confident and happier and that pleased me greatly. We chatted about the sexist thrills of life and how not to stay away from them. And there she threw a challenge showing her confidence, sitting on the chair opposite to me, her toes slowly moving on my feet.  She challenged, "Give me a dare and I will do it right now!"

  I started thinking about the right dare but it was consciously on my mind; I was just creating some suspense and was a bit hesitant to present the dare before her. I did not want to let her think hash about me. I successfully created some suspense in the air and finally said; giving her the dare, "Then kiss me." She gave a fetish look and looked at me blankly for a few minutes.

     I wanted the dare to be it but we were present inside the school premises. There was CCTV surveillance all over the school. During those few minutes, I was thinking just about the consequences of kissing Mr. Barton, my class teacher. I thought as long as I could but when I heard him saying that the CCTV there had stopped working, I forgot everything, let myself be free, stood up, walked to him, turned low near his face and kissed him on his left cheek. It was just in front of the next working CCTV camera.

  He reacted, "Lo! What happened to your guts?"

I replied vehemently, "What now?! I kissed you as you said. You never mentioned about lip kiss."

He complained, "But it's proved, you don't have any guts..."

"Ok... Then prove me that you have guts by kissing me on the lips, tomorrow!"

   I said that and left his office as it was time for me to leave. That night, we chatted about the dare he had to do the following day.

     I was spending the nights with the beautiful fantasy of romance and sexual temptation. I had never experienced this before. I was moving my left hands' index finger around my thirsty clit to let the arousing temptation find its way to my incitation. I was feeling him. I was feeling his touch and was thinking about how it would feel. The more I thought about him, the more I got provoked. I needed him like hell. I pushed myself hard against the pillow and rubbed my clit against it again and again. He was on my mind all the time. It was unusual. I had never imagined anyone real having sex with me. It was the first time. And possibly, I would have been ashamed of doing it if he had not allowed me.