Chapter 6: Valentine’s Day Telegram

I stumble into the claustrophobic space.

Mr.Hosen, who smells like a spicy ocean, closes the door and then moves around me to sit in an old wooden chair.

His office overflows with books. Bookcases hide each wall. Papers and stacks of assignments cover an old steel desk. A beat-up ivory laptop lays closed on top of exam booklets.

I stare at him, trying but failing to take full breaths.

His smile helps.

“Abigail, take your time.”

I stare at his well-kept beard and remember Annabella’s advice.

‘Just read from the sheet.’ I lift the stark white sheet that I clutch like a life preserver and focus on the faded words.

I hum and then sing in my off-key and horrible voice.

“If you wanna cum on me.”

I stick out my tongue before grasping what the sheet means. I stop taunting and start licking and teasing. I hope I haven’t already screwed everything up.

I pause to find my place on the sheet and restart.

“If you wanna cum on me, baby, there’s a price to pay.”

Oops, I pause to lick my dry lips. I didn’t sing that right. I look up at Mr.Hosen. He’s happy, handsome, and horny. Does he want my body?

Oh, wow. Do teachers like students in that way?

Likely not, but maybe. I like Mr.Hosen in that way. But I’m a hormone-filled teenager while he is a mature teacher, a super sexy teacher.

My legs weaken, and my pussy tingles. My almost exposed pussy.

I peer back at the sheet. I must focus on the sheet. I sing again.

“If you wanna cum.”

Wrong place. I quickly re-scan the sheet and find the right verse.

“I’m a faerie in a bottle.”

“You gotta rub me the right way.”

I twirl around, my skirt lifts, showing my nearly hairless pussy slit. My slit is too small and tight, unlike the large pussy lips in online porn. Mr.Hosen can’t want it, not when he likely has access to big and beautiful butterfly lips like the online girls. I force myself to refocus on the paper.

“You gotta rub me the right way.”

Oh, I get it. The song is telling him to rub my pussy.

Oh, that’s naughty and very clever. I just wish Mr.H desires to rub what I have.

“If you wanna cum in me.”

I pause, turn away from him because I missed that step, and touch my toes. As I bend over, I process what the lyric means. Oh, my goodness, I am showing him my little pussy singing about him cumming inside me. My whole body burns at the naughty image.

“I can make your wish come true.”

I only wish that he wanted to do that to me.

“You gotta make a big impression.”

I stand and twirl back around, the breeze tickling my overheating pussy.

I over-spin and almost fall. Mr.Hosen reaches out and holds my hand, saving me.

His warm and firm grip helps me stand, but my body weakens at his touch. I almost fall on his lap.

His pronounced bulge commands my gaze.

Oh, that’s the big impression the song means.

It certainly is making a big impression on me.

I want to kiss him. I want Mr.Hosen’s kiss to be my first.

I frown as he releases my hand to allow me to continue the routine.

“I gotta like what you do.”

“Repeat this.”

Dam, that’s the instructions.

I cough and push ahead.

Focus on the sheet. Focus on the sheet. I repeat over and over in my head. It’s hard when my body is burning up. Even my vision is blurring.

“I’m a fairy in a bottle, baby.”

I twirl around, this time falling backward into his lap.

His erection pushes against my bare bottom. He’s so hard. I want to stay on him, but I jump up facing away from him.