Teacher-Student Relationship Goals
Right out of college I got a job teaching high school. I was twenty-two years old and teaching teens who were 14-18. It was a great job. I love teaching and I'm pretty good at it.
However, I was advised early on to be very wary with female students and engaging in teacher-student relationships. The small age gap between me and my students, coupled with the fact that I was single, could spell disaster. Don't worry, this story isn't heading in the direction you think it is.
Overall, I was professional with all my high school students. I had to be in order to get them to take a younger teacher seriously. As a human male, I couldn't help but notice if a girl was conventionally pretty, but I made it a point to never let my thoughts drift any further than that... with a chick still in high school.
Long story short, I taught high school for a few years, but like many people, I got sick of the administration, the politics, and the stress of not being able to bang the students who'd flirt with me.
I left teaching to go back to grad school. I got my masters and then decided to start a PhD. To my surprise, in my first year of my PhD program, Jenni, one of my former high school students started going to the same school; she was doing a masters. When I started teaching, she was a junior in high school, so I knew her for 2 years before she graduated. She always struck me as reserved, but opinionated and confident.
We were in the same department and ended up having a couple classes together. It was strange for her to talk to me and not call me "Mr. H", but she quickly got over that and became fairly friendly with each other. We would meet up for lunch every now and then and I'd advise her on what courses to take and how to apply for PhD programs.
The program I was in puts a ton of emphasis on language acquisition as a means to further your research abilities. It's basically an expectation that you'll spend a summer or even a year overseas fully immersing yourself in language.
The summer after my first year in the PhD program I decided to spend a couple months in Valencia, Spain. Particularly because my university in the U.S. has a close relationship with a university there and costs for housing would be significantly cheaper.
I arrived in Valencia and after a bit of trouble figuring it all out, and found where I'd be staying. It was a small dorm building, just 3 floors, with each floor having a common area with a bathroom and kitchen surrounded by 6 small bedrooms. Had the feel of a small palazzo overlooking the Spanish landscape.
Since it was summer, the entire building was vacant when I got there, which was a bit of a relief. It was nice to have some quiet solitude to relax in (those who have done grad school understand the importance of de-stressing).
After a week, though, I woke up to the sound of one of the university administrators in the common area. She must have been showing a new student the dorms. I got dressed and poked my head out of my room and to my surprise, it was Jenni! The administrator was showing her and another woman I didn't recognize the dorms.
I jumped out to greet them, with Jenni apparently being as surprised as I was. Apparently she had plans to go to South America, but they fell through and she ended up in Valencia as well. As much as I appreciated the solitude, a friendly face in a foreign land is always a welcome sight.
I had to go out to one of the library archives that day, but when I came back in the late afternoon, I found Jenni and the other girl. Her name was Grace, and they were both sitting in the common area drinking tea. I sat with them and chatted a bit before the three of us decided to go out and get a late evening dinner.
While we were walking, Jenni began to joke about the two of them ruining the privacy I had for the previous week.
"I guess you have to stop bringing women back to the dorm room every night now that you're not alone," she said with a teasing smile.
That joke caught me off guard. Although we'd gotten to be pretty good friends over the course of the past year, our conversations never veered away from academia and research.
"Yeah, you know me, a different girl every night," I joked back. (Again, for those who have done grad school, you understand how the vast majority of us spend more time with books than we do with sexual partners).
She didn't say anything else about it, but her broaching that topic stayed in my mind for a bit. I hadn't met anyone and certainly hadn't brought anyone back to the dorm in the week I've been here, but I had masturbated in the privacy of my room, and now I'd just have to be a bit more discreet about it.
After the three of us ate and spent some time walking around the city center, we headed back to the dorm building.
Go Back To School The Right Way, Today!
I changed into my pajama pants and undershirt to sleep in and headed out of my room to use the bathroom. Grace's door was closed, but Jenni was in the kitchen filling up a cup of water. She was wearing short cotton shorts and a tank top.
To be honest, I'd never really thought of her sexually, but the sight in front of me was welcomed. You know that feeling where you'd do anything to borderline rape/cream-pie a chick in that moment? Yeah, some people call it love. But that's what I felt that day seeing Jenni half bent over the kitchen sink.
I think she must have noticed my eyes wandering just a bit because she caught my eye and we both shared an awkward smile as I scooted past her on the way to the bathroom.
The next morning I woke up to a message on the new group chat the three of us had made the night before to ease communication. Grace messaged to let us know that she headed out early to meet a friend of hers who lived nearby.
I groggily rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom. By the time I was out, I saw Jenni in the kitchen making some coffee. She offered to make me some and I gladly accepted.
We sat across from each other in the common area as we chatted. She was in the same tank top and shorts from last night, with her hair up in a ponytail.
"So what are your plans for today?" she asked.
"Well, I was going to bring a ton of women back to the dorm like I've been doing daily, but now that you guys are here, that's off the table," I replied sarcastically.
She laughed heartily. "I know you're joking but I also wouldn't even be surprised."
I laughed it off and ignored what she was implying. Maybe being away from school and home was causing her to be more carefree. I didn't mind, it was just a new side of her I wasn't used to.
Over the next few days we settled into routines. We usually all met up for dinner and hung out until late at night. Mornings start late in Spain, which was a nice change. One morning I woke up and to be frank, I was horny.
I hadn't masturbated since the girls had shown up. Although I lock my room door, I still felt uncomfortable with them being so close. But this morning I just had that undeniable urge. I started to touch myself, with cliche fantasies running through my head.
But halfway through, I started to hear a faint sound; a light buzzing. I thought maybe it was something like an air conditioner, but that wasn't the sound the AC in this building makes. It took me a second, but I realized the sound was coming from directly on the other side of the wall. Jenni's room.
I realized. She must be using a vibrator. She must not realize that the sound of it could barely be heard through the wall. I was simultaneously surprised and turned on. It didn't take me long to finish myself off and I grabbed a towel to clean myself up. I got up and ran over to the shower while making sure the common area was empty.
By the time I came out of the bathroom, I saw Jenni was now in the common area drinking coffee on the couch.
"Hey, good morning, how's it going?" she asked. I was having trouble looking her in the eye, knowing what I heard earlier.
"I'm alright. You having a good morning?"
"Yup!" she responded perkily.
I don't know what got into me at this point. What I said next was so out of character for me that I'm still shocked I ever said it.
"Yeah, I heard."
I was standing in the doorway of my room and waited just long enough to close the door to see the look of understanding dawn on her face. I was freaked out that I had been inappropriate or creepy, so I waited in my room until I could tell she had left for the day. Part of me was proud for being bold in response to the teasing she had doled out earlier, and part of me was worried I was being a creepy older man.
Later that evening the three of us met up for dinner again at a small restaurant down the street. There was a guitarist playing outside and the sound of his music filled the street.
"I love the sound of Spanish guitar," Jenni said.
"I'm sure you'd still be able to hear from the dorm, especially with how thin the walls apparently are," Grace replied with a smirk.
Jenni shot her an embarrassed look and slapped her shoulder. Ok, apparently she had told Grace about what happened this morning.
Grace simply laughed at her. "Oh relax, it's normal." She turned to me. "If you ever hear any sounds from my room, just do your best to ignore it."
Jenni and I broke out into laughter. Grace was more outgoing than either of us are, so it was nice to have someone break the ice and ease the tension I was worried about.
When we got back to the dorms, it was late and we each headed straight to our rooms. I laid in bed, unable to sleep. I was undeniably turned on. I can't pretend like the two women I was sharing this space with weren't both hot AF. Although I had taken care of myself earlier in the day, I felt the urge again and began to touch myself.
A few minutes later, I got a ding on my phone. It was Grace on the group chat.
"Whichever of you is having some special time right now, please keep it down."
Holy shit. I didn't even know I was making any sound at all. Can she hear my deeper breathing through the wall??
A few seconds later another message. "Just kidding! You're both so easy to fuck with!"
The emotional roller coaster was killing me.
Ding. It was Jenni this time. "You had me scared for a second. I thought I was being quiet!"
Whoa. I was in disbelief.
Ding. Grace again. "Get it girl! Sorry to interrupt!"
At this point I was just staring at my phone in disbelief. Another message from Grace. "No messages from Mr. H. He's either too busy with himself or fast asleep!"
It took me a bit to compose myself and conjure up the courage to respond. "Not asleep." was all I replied.
A few seconds later, I heard the buzzing again. But louder. Jenni wasn't making any effort to muffle the sound this time. I began to stroke myself again.
This time not even trying to not think about the two women I was sharing a floor with. I orgasmed and then tried to quietly make my way to the bathroom to clean up before getting back in bed.
When I got back to my room there were new messages.
Grace: "I guess that means Mr. H is done."
Jenni: "Poor guy, needs to clean up."
My head was spinning. I couldn't believe what just happened. I laid in bed with my thoughts racing until I fell asleep.
From that night, things were different. No, it wasn't a constant orgy among the three of us. But the jokes and the sneaky glances got bolder. I could hear Jenni's vibrator more often now. Grace would joke at the end of the night about needing to run into her room to take care of herself. Things like that.
One night a few days later the three of us were in the common area drinking tea. Jenni got up to go to bed and Grace teased her with another one of her jokes that push the boundary ever so slightly. "Don't worry about being too loud! We can handle it!"
Jenni laughed. "Not a problem anyways, my batteries died and I need to get new ones."
"Awwww, you can always borrow mine!" she paused for a second. "Or just borrow Mr. H."
Ok maybe this time Grace pushed too far. An awkward silence fell on the three of us. I couldn't believe what Grace had just said. I couldn't believe that Jenni was standing there silently looking at the two of us. Our eyes met. I couldn't deny I wanted it. I have, ever since I saw her in a tank top and shorts and my mind began to wander about turning Jenni's pussy into a Krispy Cream-filled donut. How couldn't she want me, too? I was her teacher, I am decently good-looking, older; a conversationalist and I have a rapist wit!
Grace got up, grabbed me by the hand, and walked over to Jenni. "The sexual tension between you two is obnoxious. Go bang it out," she said with a laugh. She grabbed Jenni as well and led us to Jenni's room, making a big show out of pushing us into the room.
We stood at the foot of her bed and looked out to the common area at Grace, silently. I walked over to the door and closed it. No words needed to be said. Jenni sat back onto her bed and I leaned in to kiss her. She laid back as I got on top of her, my body straddling hers as we kissed fiercely.
She was wearing a short skirt and I ran a hand up her thigh. I hesitated a moment at the hem of her skirt and she grabbed my hand and pulled it up to her covered pussy. I started to rub her through the thin fabric as she reached for the bulge in my jeans. She moaned as I touched her. I could feel how wet she was and slipped her panties to the side so I can properly touch her pussy.
Her moans immediately got louder. In hindsight I realized it was both to show me how turned on she was, and also so that Grace could hear.
I couldn't believe what was happening.
A few years ago she was my student. Then she became a classmate. Now she's underneath me as my roommate, her clothes coming off one by one as I teased her clit.
I got off her momentarily so I could strip myself naked. She pulled her top off exposing the most perfect breasts. She's not huge by any stretch, but perfectly sized for me to cup her tits in my hands. When my dick popped out of my boxers, she immediately reached for it, stroking it and rubbing her thumb along the underside of my head.
I tried to work my way down her body so I could taste her pussy, but she held on tight to my dick. "No. Just fuck me, please Mr. H."
She hadn't called me that since starting grad school. I could see a whole different side of her was coming out. "I don't have a condom - " I started to say.
"I'm on birth control. I need it[my dick]," she replied. The intensity in her voice told me to take her seriously. I had no doubt Grace could hear every word being said on the other side of the door.
I flipped us around so I was on my back and she was straddling me. She stroked my dick for a few seconds while I played with her nipples. She lifted her hips slightly to allow me room. I felt my head slip past her lips.
It took all my willpower to not grab her by the hips and push all the way into her. Instead, she slowly lowered herself onto me, the moan escaping her lips getting louder as she took all of me.
I took a moment to appreciate the scene in front of me. Jenni, a beautiful, sexy woman, entirely bare, her skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat. Her tits swaying as she began to rock back and forth on me. I reached up for her tits and lightly pinched her nipples.
"I won't last long," I warned her.
"I don't want you to," was her response. I was about to cream-pie one of my former students. It was inevitable by this point. No turning back. No regrets.
She leaned forward to kiss me and began to gyrate her hips back and forth on me. She was so tight, there was no hope of me holding out. Within seconds I grabbed her ass and pulled her hips down onto me so I was fully inside her.
"Give it to me, right now" she whispered in my ear as I exploded deep inside her. I could feel her pussy spasming with her own orgasm as I filled her with my cum.
I swear I probably shot right into her cervix given the force I felt escape my balls and shaft. She collapsed on top of me, exhausted (her cervix most likely bruised) as we both came down from our orgasms.
A few minutes later we were still laying together, her on top of me with my softening dick still inside her. We heard a ding come from Jenni's phone.
It was Grace on the group chat.
Yours truly horny,
Mr. Right Now