Chapter 4: Valentine’s Day Student

My hunky social studies teacher surprises me.

I quickly close the mirror case and push my chest out to appear taller and more mature.

He resembles a movie star version of a teacher, so intelligent and worldly. Only thirty, he stands tall with perfectly styled chocolate hair, a well-trimmed hazelnut beard, and thin tortoiseshell wire-rimmed eyewear. A blueberry casual polo and caramel dress pants enhance the sexy teacher appearance. He wears walnut brown loafers and carries a pecan brown satchel. All the girls in class love him.

“Mr. Hosen, how are you today?”

I ask in excitement.

“Are you only wearing a bra?”

He appears concerned, staring at my skimpy bra.

A fire burns up my neck and consumes my face. Oh, no.

What must this hunky teacher think of me now?

I can only nod and pray he doesn’t think I’m stupid.

“You look nice.”

He breathes out while still staring at my little buds.

My nipples grow hard and erect like they demand his attention.

Is he hitting on me? That’s so awesome.

I remember Annabella’s lesson of confidence and lip-licking. I further push out my chest and lick my lips.

“Thank you.”

My voice squeaks with nerves.

That didn’t come out right. I meant it to be husky and breathy like Mr.Hosen’s was.

“What does it cost for a private singing gram?”

He’s still gazing at my chest.

Does he disapprove of my little points? He’s not smiling. My heart breaks that he must disapprove of my erect nipples, but what can I do?

“I’m thinking of getting someone sexy like you to sing for me.”

What? He called me sexy.

My broken heart slams back together before I process the possible meaning of his statement.

Is he seriously asking what he’s asking?

Electricity bolts from my fixed heart, smashing into my brain before caroming straight to my stomach, which turns over as if ready to be sick.

But he doesn’t mean me. He wants a much sexier older girl.

“The prices ... right here.”

I stammer, still not forming complete sentences around this hunk of a man.

My hands shake as I hand him a copy of the order form and price list.

“Oh, there is so much to choose from. How does this work?”

He smiles at me while his gaze moves from my chest to my lips, then back down again. My stomach twists, but I focus on his eyes. They are so soft and filled with knowledge. He’s my teacher. He’s showing concern for my welfare. He’s also a hunk and the sexiest teacher I have ever met. I calm my nerves. Poise, stay poised.

“You fill out the form, give me money, and then you get a private fairy-singing telegram.”

That’s better. Shockingly, because my head still spins, I may pass out at any moment.

“Excellent. I need to pay by credit card, which slit do I swipe my card through?”

I giggle at his very obvious sexual innuendo. He’s such a talented teacher to help ease my nerves with a joke. Small creases appear beside his soulful eyes.

“You can swipe my slit.”

I almost say. I want to say.

“Annabella’s. I mean, Annabella has the card reader. You can fill out the form and pay her when she returns.”

I lower my gaze to his belt buckle. It’s a red heart with a hole in the middle. I lean forward to read the tiny black letters around the hole.

[What Do You Want To Learn Today?] ‘Anything you want to teach’ jumps into my mind. The tip of the heart points down like an arrow towards the floor.

“Will do, though I would rather you fully service me.”

Embarrassed to be studying his belt, I lift my gaze to his mocha-brown eyes.

He licks his lips, and my pussy moistens.

Wow, licking lips does work.

I lick my lips back, then turn away in complete embarrassment. Did I just do that?

My gaze lands on his belt buckle. I follow the arrow slightly lower to his crotch, which bulges out. Has his bulge always been so large?