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Part 1 The last year of school had been a drag for Kit, science in particular.
Mr Mathers, a grumpy old coot with little patience and a quick temper had been making life hell for her.
Most of her school life Kit had enjoyed science right up until she got Mr Mathers.
Now she groaned in despair whenever she thought about attending that class.
Sometimes she wished the old goat would just keel over, have a fit, fall down a flight of stairs and break a leg, anything really just so long as she didn’t have to be taught by him.
Then half way through the school year something did happen that would have caused Kit to go prancing down the hallways singing at the top of her lungs if it weren’t so serious.
Mr Mathers had a heart attack three days before mid year break and would be retiring effective immediately.
All students were informed when the next term started they would have a new teacher.
Mr Connors.
The students of Kit’s science class were a twitter with wondering questions and speculation, ‘I wonder what he’s gonna be like?’ ‘I bet he’s an old fart just like Mathers.
’ ‘God I hope not, I think I’d rather suffocate than get another Mathers.
’ Endlessly for three days that’s all Kit heard in science class.
When Rachael… a leggy blonde girl, you know the type, overdeveloped, popular and full of herself like the whole world was there to worship her, well at least most of the school anyway … turned and asked Kit what she thought in a sneering way, Kit just shrugged.
‘I don’t know.
Don’t really care either, because anything’s got to be better than Mathers.
’ To which most of the class laughed and agreed.
School holidays came and went, flying past as they do and all too soon Kit was walking back through the gates of St Alymores Community College.
This time though it was with a lighter heart because she knew that no matter what, Mathers wouldn’t be there.
Kit was an independent girl, short for her eighteen years at 5’3 with a slender, curved in all the right places, well proportioned body.
She had long chocolate brown hair that hung down to her waist when she wore it loose and warm honey brown eyes, a petite nose and full lips which she tended to purse when she was thinking about something.
She wore glasses; she needed them for reading, though because her parent’s were both executive-types, her frames were always stylish and in-mode.
Currently she had those square-type glasses with the slightly thick frames that most of the office girls liked wearing.
She wasn’t the most popular girl in the school but neither was she unpopular, she had plenty of friends, but she’d never had a boyfriend to date.
Oh she’d been asked make no mistake, but the boys in school just didn’t interest her.
And she was confident enough in herself to know that it didn’t matter what others thought either, she didn’t need a boyfriend to make her feel better, or be a cheerleader or be top of the class, she was quite happy to sit back and relax and work her way through her studies.
Science class rolled around and there was an air of anticipation buzzing around the students.
They made their way into the classroom expecting to find the new teacher there waiting for them.
Such was not the case.
The room was empty.
So the students wondered in and sat in their usual seats.
About two minutes later the door was flung open and in walked … a god! All the girls in the class caught their collective breathes, Kit would have laughed if she wasn’t guilty of doing the same.
They all sat up just that little bit straighter.
He was easily 6’3, tall and lean, broad shouldered and well laid out.
He had sun bleached blonde hair, kinda scruffy and long, that he wore tied back.
His features were rugged and he had the most amazing green eyes Kit had ever seen, his nose was slightly large but it went well with his features and he had a ready smile on very sensuous lips.
He wore long shorts that came down to his knees and work boots on his feet and a short sleeved polo shirt that showed off his well defined muscular arms.
If anything he looked like he belonged on a construction site, not in a science classroom.
Kit felt her heart skip a beat and a nervous flutter settled itself in her stomach.
Silently she thanked god for sending Adonis to teach science.
‘Right then,’ he said, ‘I’m Mr Connors.
You can call me Mr Connors or Sir, whichever suits you.
And today, joy of joys I’m giving you all a pop quiz to assess your level of learning.
’ Most of the students groaned and he laughed.
‘Don’t worry its nothing too hard, just something that’s going to show me where all of you are so I can adjust my curriculum accordingly.
’ Rachael’s hand was in the air the moment he stopped speaking and Kit silently groaned because she knew what was coming.
When Mr Connors gave her a nod, in her most innocently flirtatious voice, she said, ‘Mr Connors, as this year’s class president of the student body, I’d like to welcome you to St Alymores and hope that you enjoy your time at our school.
’ Rachael even went so far as to bat her eyelashes at him.
Mr Connors smiled graciously, though Kit noticed that the smile didn’t quite make it into his eyes.
‘Ah, thank you…?’ ‘Rachael, sir,’ she replied.
‘Rachael Meyers.
’ ‘Thank you Rachael, I’m sure I will.
’ He told her in his rich, low voice.
Kit rolled her eyes and shook her head a little, thinking to herself, ‘What a suck-up.
’ She quirked an eye brow and looked sideways at Rachael.
Sitting in the back row of the classroom no one would have noticed it.
And indeed not one of her classmates did, though someone standing at the front of the classroom noticed.
Kit looked to the blackboard and found Mr Connors’ eyes on her, a funny quirk twisted his lips slightly, and Kit noticed this time his eyes were laughing.
She had the proclivity to look embarrassed and flushed slightly, the fluttering in her stomach growing considerably and a strange tingling sensation centred itself between her legs.
The glance had lasted only a couple of seconds and largely went unnoticed by all, except Rachael who still sat with a doughy eyed look on her face staring at the new teacher.
As Mr Connors began speaking again to the class, Rachael swung around on her stool and gave Kit a calculating stare.
Kit returned it with an arched brow and a shrug, then proceeded to scrounge around in her bag for her glasses.
The test was simple and straight forward and the rest of the lesson moved along at an easy pace.
Although the tingling between Kit’s legs seemed to grow with every passing second, indeed it would get stronger every time she glanced at Mr Connors.
When the bell rang to signal end of period, all the students hurriedly packed up their gear and headed for the door.
All except Rachael who headed instead for Mr Connors long, enclosed, work bench at the front of the classroom.
Kit dawdled along at the back of the line of students vacating the room and as she drew closer to the door Mr Connors eye caught hers.
He had a look of long suffering patience on his face and Kit couldn’t help but smile at his state.
She boldly gave him an understanding smile and on a whim of pure spontaneity she winked at him and walked out of the room.
She saw his eyes widen fractionally just before she turned and chuckled to herself.
‘That poor man,’ she thought.
All day she couldn’t get the image of Mr Connors eyes out of her mind.
Or the understanding they shared in those few quick glances.
Maybe it was just her imagination or wishful thinking, but it proved to be a distraction to her.
For the rest of the day the tingling had only gotten worse.
She was hot and bothered and she could feel the dampness beginning to seep through her white cotton panties.
She wasn’t naïve by any means, she knew what her body was telling her, but it threw her because she’d never had a reaction to anyone like this before.
By the end of school she couldn’t wait to get home.
She rushed home knowing full well that she would have the house to herself.
Her parent’s worked long hours.
They were gone before she went to school and neither of them got home until after seven in the evening.
Kit made it home in record time, opening the front door ten minutes after leaving the school grounds.
Usually it took her a good half hour, but today she had power walked with a passion.
Sweat beaded on her brow and trickled irritably between her shoulder blades.
She slammed the door closed and raced up the stairs to her bedroom.
Flinging her school things on the floor, she sat down on the edge of her bed with her legs clamped tightly together, the ache was almost unbearable.
She couldn’t believe she was doing this.
She stood up and closed her door, feeling slightly embarrassed even though she was alone.
Then she threw herself on her bed, staring at the ceiling for a while, her hands laid beside her body.
Kit sighed and closed her eyes.
Instantly Mr Connors image floated in her minds eye.
She imagined him telling her off for some transgression, making her bend over his desk so he could spank her for being naughty.
Her hand moved under her skirt and into her panties, her fingers beginning to work on her swollen clit.
She imagined him stroking her bottom after he spanked her, kissing it lightly to make it feel better.
Then letting his tongue delve deeper until it was lapping at her soaking pussy.
Kit’s fingers stroked lower, sliding into her hot wet opening, small whimpers were escaping her as the imagery of her whole sordid fantasy took shape.
Before long she was crying out as she came all over her fingers.
She opened her eyes and caught her breath, rolling onto her side before finally sitting up.
She felt flushed but at least the aching was beginning to subside.
Kit rose and headed for the bathroom.
The thought of Mr Connors doing those things to her made her pulse race.
Because of her reaction she just knew she had to make her fantasy a reality; otherwise she would go crazy.
By the end of her long hot shower she had devised a plan.
Coming back to her room she walked over to her computer and switched it on.
Of course there were a few things she had to find out about Mr Connors first, but that didn’t have to stop her from laying the ground work now.
She smiled to herself as she opened up a writing program and began to type.
Mr Connors didn’t strike Kit as the average kind of guy, easily swayed by a pretty face and big boobs.
He seemed to be more restrained, perhaps more academically minded than not, a real man of the mind.
Well Kit was a woman of the mind and damned if she didn’t have some idea about how to get Mr Connors to notice her as more than a mere student.
Over the next few days Kit surreptitiously found out all she needed to know about Mr Connors.
He was single, he lived alone, he was the sporty type and was really quite strict when he wanted to be.
She even found out where he lived, though that was purely by accident as she walked home one day.
She saw him drive past her and pull into a small cul-de-sac street further up the road.
She quickened her pace and as she drew level with the street she saw him hoping out of his car.
He lived three streets down from her, things just kept getting better.
‘Tomorrow,’ she thought.
‘Tomorrow I start.
’ Her plan was really quite simple … love letters! Well more precisely ‘love notes’.
Nothing so mundane as were generally written and passed around in the fifth grade, no.
These were much simpler, much more explicit.
She would start with an easy one and eventually work towards the rather graphic ones she had stashed in her backpack.
The first read, ‘I want you.
’ That was all, signed with a small purple heart in the bottom right hand corner.
Her own personal signature; which nobody knew about, not even her parents.
Kit touched the nape of her neck just under the collar of her school blouse and smiled.
Kit had been collecting papers and work assignments all week, bringing them to the front desk for Mr Connors.
Rachael had daggers in her eyes every time Kit was asked to do it.
Kit didn’t care.
She would walk around taking her classmates work from them and while she did this she would slip the little note in the pile randomly so as not to make it too obvious of who was giving him the notes.
The first day she did it she was so nervous she nearly dropped all the papers.
Luckily though she didn’t and she watched him out of the corner of her eye as he found the note.
His eyes widened markedly before he crumpled the piece of paper in his hand and shoved it in his pocket, scanning the room searching for any sign of duplicity from one of his students.
His eyes fell on Rachael firstly, but she was too enthralled, flirting with Raymond; captain of the Lacrosse team, who sat beside her.
He dismissed her as a possibility and Kit smiled inwardly.
She knew she’d piqued his curiosity.
Day after day week after week, those little notes would find there way onto his desk.
Each one far more graphic and explicit than the last.
What started out as ‘I want you’ became ‘I want you to fuck me’ ‘I want to feel your lips pressed against my nipples’ ‘I want to suck your incredibly hard cock until you cum’ ‘I want you to bend me over your desk and spank me’ ‘I want to feel you buried deep inside my pussy’.
Day after day, week after week, Kit left notes for Mr Connors and smiled to herself.
They were perfect.
Gramma and punctuation where they ought to be, spelling exemplary.
And all the while Kit never ever let on or gave the tiniest hint that she knew this was all going on.
Toward the end of the term Mr Connors looked a little wild around the eyes.
He stood less and less when addressing the class after the papers were handed in.
Kit hoped she knew the reason why.
His eyes always searching the class in hopes of finding out who was leaving him these notes.
He still didn’t have any idea.
And each day Kit would go home and masturbate until she came, sometimes twice in the same afternoon.
The day finally came… end of term.
Today was the day she would play her hand and hope she had played it right.
It was a free dress day.
No student was required to wear their staid uniforms.
Though Kit did like the thought of wearing her uniform today it would make her fantasy just that little bit realer for her.
But she knew that if she did everyone would think she was a prig.
So instead she opted for something close enough that would do just as well.
She put on a black and white tartan patterned skirt that was about three inches shorter than her proper school skirt.
And instead of a white school blouse, she put on a long bodied T-shirt with three quarter length arms.
She wore her hair down, being sure it covered the nape of her neck because the neckline of the shirt didn’t.
She looked herself over in the mirror, turning full circle and noting how her skirt fell only two inches below her tight butt cheeks.
She smiled well pleased.
Science was the last class of the day, karma was conspiring to make her dreams come true Kit thought.
Before heading to class though Kit visited the bathroom and quickly removed her fresh white cotton panties.
Stuffing them deep into a pocket of her bag.
She stroked her freshly waxed pussy gently for a little while, exciting herself and making her pussy just a little wet.
Having taken long enough she hurried to class.
When she got there Mr Connors was already addressing the class and organising assignments for over the school break.
He stopped speaking when she entered.
His eyes looked her over appraisingly and she blushed a little to see his admiring look.
‘Sorry I’m late sir, just had to go to the bathroom,’ she mumbled.
‘That’s fine Kit, take your seat,’ he answered her and resumed his lesson.
Kit sat down on her stool, it was cold against her butt and her pussy lips pressed onto it slickly.
There really was going to be a wet patch on her stool before the class was over.
Just like her note said.
Mr Connors asked the students to get their last assignments out and then looked at Kit smiling,.



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