Chapter 6: Acting on a crush

The next day I found Jill during the morning recess, talking with some friends in a relatively empty corner of the school garden. I saw it as the perfect opportunity to address what had transpired the previous day in class. I called her from a few feet away and had her come over to me, so that her friends wouldn’t be able to hear what we were saying. Her eyes widened a bit, but she obliged, brushing her long black hair over her shoulder as she walked over.

“Yes, sir?” Jill smiled at me. She was dressed in a form-fitting navy blue dress, the material stretching slightly over her slender figure, accentuating her curves. I couldn’t help but notice the outlines of her full breasts, the way they gently sloped down towards her waist. I quickly tried to refocus my attention, bringing myself back to the present moment.

“Jill, I wanted to talk to you about yesterday,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Okay.” Her attitude seemed to change at that point. Her smile gave way for an apparent demure look. I could tell she was just playing coy with me.

“So, could you tell me why you touched me the way you did? I mean, I suppose you do know it wasn’t really appropriate.”

I don’t know what she had expected me to say, but the fake innocence disappeared at that point. She genuinely had trouble finding her words.

With her gaze dropped to the ground, she muttered a soft “sorry.” Then, after a few seconds of silence, she blurted out, “It’s just that I like you. And, I thought it was just fun, I didn’t want to make you mad.”

My heart started beating faster upon hearing those words. “I’m not mad at you, Jill. I was just caught off guard. Look, why don’t we continue this conversation without your friends trying to hear what we’re discussing. I can’t really stay late in school today, but if you want, you’re welcome to come over at my place.”

The last part was bullshit, of course, but remembering what happened yesterday after school, I thought it better not to take unnecessary risks anymore. I definitely wanted to find out what she meant exactly when she said she liked me, but a more private setting would be more appropriate if our talk would take any direction I was hoping for. Only a few months ago there was no way I’d invite a student over, let alone a student who just told me she likes me. Right now it seemed as if I was trying to partake in as much forbidden activity as possible.

Jill eagerly accepted my invitation. There was no doubt she imagined what could happen – teens are not that stupid – but there was no way I could tell for sure how she felt about it. I couldn’t even be certain she thought it was a real possibility. After all, I still hadn’t given any hints about my own feelings towards her. Or rather my desire towards her. Except for the fact that I just invited her to my home, of course.

That was how I wanted it. I was definitely hoping for something more than just a conversation, but I was going to let her make the first move as it seemed the most prudent approach. Besides, I knew her, Jill was the kind of person that wanted to get her way. If I handled it well, there was a good chance she’d try to make me surrender to her advances. And I’d let her, “reluctantly”.

After school I barely made it home before the doorbell rang. Jill must have rushed over here, which I considered to be a good sign. I let her in and led her to the living room. She was still wearing the blue dress, which looked stunning on her curvy figure. I couldn’t help but admire her as she walked ahead of me, her long black hair swaying back and forth, mesmerizing me with every step.

I offered her a seat on the couch, and I sat down next to her, maintaining a safe distance. After a slow start, we got to talking about the big issue – her feelings for me and the inappropriate touch from yesterday. With some difficulty, I convinced her to share her thoughts and feelings in a more open, honest manner. I think I played the part of the understanding listener pretty well, which helped her balance her usually bubbly personality with her deeper emotions. Maybe I did even too well. Contrary to what I had hoped for in advance, our talk ran towards its end without any attempt from her to make a pass at me.

I was disappointed, but I didn’t let it show. At the same time I was glad I had decided to wait for her initiative. Even though she had a thing for me, there still was no way to predict how she would have reacted to me coming on to her. Anyway, as soon as she assured me that she understood nothing could come of her attraction towards me, considering our student-teacher relationship, I didn’t have much justification to keep Jill much longer at my place.

I watched silently as she picked up her bag and stood up to leave. Then, just as I was about to let her out, Jill turned around and looked at me. The usual light of playfulness appeared in her eyes again.

“Mr. Adams,” she began, “would it be alright if I gave you a hug goodbye? You know, despite the whole student-teacher situation?”

I can assure you, no one could make puppy dog eyes like this girl. Little did she know that I didn’t need much convincing at all. Was this the moment I had been hoping for?

“Come here,” I said, standing up to meet her halfway. We exchanged guilty grins as Jill’s arms wrapped around me. As there was no audience this time, I held her tighter than the day before, almost inviting her to take her chances. Her hands on my lower back, I decided to mirror her. She made sure our bodies made as much contact as possible, her breasts pressing against me, her head against my shoulder. I could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her skin against mine.

I knew my erection was already starting to form beneath my pants. With her stomach against my groin, I knew she could feel it too, but I didn’t mind. Getting an erection wasn’t exactly appropriate, but it also wasn’t illegal, and it could encourage her to make a move on me.

I could feel when Jill noticed something, as she tried to push her stomach closer against me. I don’t know if she was trying to confirm it was my erection she was feeling or if she just wanted to get a better feel. When she began slowly, gently grinding her hips and stomach into me, I wasn’t even sure she realized she was doing it. I did know it made my dick throb harder against her belly, allowing her to feel its firmness growing. I enjoyed the blush that spread across her cheeks, the way her eyes opened wider, realizing the effect she was having on me.

After a few more minutes of this, Jill tentatively moved her hands downward until they ended up on my butt. Unlike the day before, she didn’t squeeze and just let her hands rest there as if it was the most natural thing to do. I decided to copy her, trying to make it seem like I did it unconsciously. When my hands reached her ass, I gripped it to push her just a little firmer against my cock. At that point she stepped back just a little and looked me in the eyes.

“So you do like me...,” she smiled.

I still wanted to keep up the appearance that this was all her doing, that it was only her seduction melting away my resistance. So in response I muttered an “Ah, fuck it,” pushed her ass into me again, and lowered my lips to hers. It was a passionate kiss and it didn’t take long before I felt a small tongue flick against my lips, requesting entry. I sure as hell didn’t have any intention of refusing her and eagerly opened my mouth, allowing our tongues to mingle.

Though her embrace was much more softer than mine, somehow I knew that she felt completely safe. The fire in her kiss definitely demonstrated her eagerness for more. As my hands explored her ass, they slowly tugged her short dress up her hips. When my fingers brushed the bottom edge of her panties, I felt her smile into our kiss.

Jill wrapped her legs around my waist as I lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom. When I gently deposited Jill onto the bed, we broke our kiss for the first time. We shared a soft look as I tentatively reached for the hem of her still bunched up dress.

“I like where this is going,” she smiled as I began lifting her dress higher. Her white panties quickly came into view. As she raised her arms, I pulled the dress over her head, revealing a matching white bra beneath. I let out a long, slow breath as I looked at Jill on the bed. Her bra created an amazing cleavage, with two plush mounds threatening to spill out of the cups. The white color of her underwear complemented her light tan perfectly.

As I drank in her beauty, I noticed a shy smile forming on her lips. A blush spread over her cheekbones as she watched me look at her, and she bit her lower lip in a way that I found incredibly sexy. Only then did I realize I was still holding her dress in my hands. I let it drop to the floor, and swiftly started to unbutton my shirt to even the situation. Jill’s eyes followed my hands as they opened the buttons and slowly revealed more and more of my chest.

When I was about halfway, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. I watched the cups loosen their hold on her breasts as they began to spill out of the fabric. For me there’s no view like the first time a girl allows you to see her breasts. I watched in admiration as Jill let the straps fall off her shoulders and revealed her full breasts. They weren’t exactly small for her age, a little larger than oranges perhaps, and sagging lightly under their own weight as if to confirm that they were real. Her light brown nipples stood at attention in the center of her areolas.

I finished taking off my shirt as she lied down on the bed, stretching her arms to invite me next to her. I crawled onto the bed and lied down next to her. I gave her a quick kiss and whispered, “You’re really beautiful, you know that?” Jill just smiled and we kissed again, longer this time. As our tongues started making up for the few minutes they had missed each other, I couldn’t resist the urge to touch Jill’s glorious breasts.

My hand wandered up her stomach, loving the feel of her soft, warm skin under my fingertips. When I felt her become even softer, I knew I had reached her breast. I gently cupped it’s underside, pushing it up to counter the gravity from lying down. With a firm touch I finally took hold of her whole breast. Jill arched her back in response, pressing her breast further into my hand. I loved how it felt, the fullness filling my hand, her nipple poking into my palm. Jill sighed into my mouth as my thumb gently rubbed over her nipple. I circled her nipple over and over again, before moving my hand to her other breast. I thoroughly explored that breast as well, kneading and massaging it. I squeezed her taut nipple between my thumb and index finger, twirling it gently.

Jill let out a deep moan. When I stopped kissing her, I watched my hand manipulate her gorgeous, big, round breasts for a moment before I lowered my head to kiss her shoulder. I slowly trailed small kisses across her collar bone, down her neck, and finally landed on her breasts. I could feel the heat and anticipation radiating through Jill’s body, and began to worship them, with my tongue. I licked and kissed all over them, beginning from the top where they merged with her neck and moving all the way down to her nipples. I paid special attention to her areolas, soaking them with my saliva until they were nice and wet.