Mackenzie winters was a standard girl. Went to school, got good grades, played on the school’s volleyball team, and like most girls, she had a crush on her teacher.

 

The teacher that this crush was on wasn’t that old mind you, only 26 or so, give a year or 2 and Mackenzie herself was at the simple age of 17.

 

Who knew that her crush could have been brought to the next level, Mackenzie had no idea.

 

 

It was a normal fall day, and Mackenzie was worried about her physics mark. She was getting high 90s in all subjects except one, Mr. Smith’s class. It wasn’t that she didn’t get physics; it’s just that with Mr. Smith teaching she seemed to have trouble concentrating on his class, rather then his body.

 

Mackenzie was quite a pretty girl, volleyball had helped with that. She was about 5’9, long blonde hair, always warn up, light blue eyes, and small soft red lips. Rosy checks, 36c breasts and a nice figure to add to that. She could get almost any guy she wanted in the school, her intelligence, her happy exterior and her looks, she had it all, but she wanted Mr. Smith.

 

Mr. Smith or Mr. Sexy as the girl’s in his class called him, had what all girls wanted, short brown hair, brown eyes, a square jaw, a great smile, nice big shoulders and the body of an after shave commercial guy. He was smart and funny. With that he always wore Rugby shirts and kakis to his class. He was to die for. I think you guys can get where we concentration problem came from.

 

It wasn’t only Mackenzie who had problems concentrating with him around, all the girls in her class turned to mush; everyone wanted a piece of Mr. Smith.

 

The thing was no school would want a girl that was pulling a 70 in physics, she was desperate, she couldn’t tell her parents that she needed a tutor; they wouldn’t have her embarrassing them, so she had to suck it up and ask Mr. Smith for help.

 

After class one day, she waited around pretending to have problems packing up her bag.

 

“Hey Mackenzie hurry up or else we are leaving out without you!! I can’t miss the bus today” Her friend Torie called. She needed desperate to ask Mr. Smith for help, but she couldn’t do it with her friends around.

 

“Torie just go, I need to talk to Mr. James the volleyball couch anyway!!” She said, waving her friend away.

 

Torie left, taking the excuse perfectly, Mackenzie always had something to do for volleyball.

After the class was pretty much cleared out, Mackenzie slowly made her way over to Mr. Smith’s desk.

 

“Ummm Mr. Smith” she said timidly

 

“Yes Miss Winter’s?” He said not even bring his eyes up from the papers he was grading.

 

“Well…ummm Mr. Smith…you see the thing is… I kinda….well need some help in your class” she said hurriedly “I can’t seem to get it to stick, I was wondering if you could maybe….I don’t know tutor me in it?” She waited without breath for his response.

 

Mr. Smith looked her over, smiling enjoying her figure. Smiled at her “Why of course Miss Winter’s I have time after school today if you wish to go over some of the work”

 

She smiled happily, not only does she get some time alone with Mr. Smith, but maybe she will be able to pull an 80 in his course. “Ok” she pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Mr. Smith.

 

Mr. Smith got up and locked the door “So we are not disturbed” and but the little sheet of paper over the window that he always has there and smiles at her. “So Miss Winter’s… Mackenzie, since school is over you may call me Dave, ok?”

 

“Yes Mr. Sm…. I mean Dave” She says, even though it feels foreign to her, she smiles, he looks like a Dave.

 

“Ok so why don’t we do a little practice problem Mackenzie?”

 

“Ok Dave” She says slowly, stretching out his name, still getting used to it. He goes and sits beside her on the other side of the table “Don’t worry I won’t bite” He laughs.

 

Mackenzie laughs nervously, with him this close she can feel his breath. He grabs a piece of paper and writes a problem on it “Ok Mackenzie here is the problem ‘A jogger with a constant velocity of 4.0m/s runs by a stationary dog. After 1.0 seconds, the dog decides to chase the jogger who doesn't realize the dog is chasing her. The dog accelerates at constant acceleration of 1.5 m/s/s. How long does it take the dog to catch the jogger?’ Ok how can you calculate the position of the runner?”

 

“Hmmm” Mackenzie carefully thinks it over. “Well…. Is it by using the formula for distance with constant acceleration? ..... The dog allows the runner to run for 1 second at 4 m/s before he starts. The dog starts 4 meters behind the runner?”

 

Mr. Smith’s face brightens “That correct Mackenzie!!!” He smiles, lightly patting his hand on her thigh in approval of her good job.

 

Mackenzie blush’s deeply as she feels Mr. Smith’s hand on her thigh. Suddenly she feels very hot. She removes her sweatshirt, assuming it will leave her in her t-shirt underneath, little does she know that her shirt stuck to her sweatshirt. She is left there, sitting in front of Mr. Smith in just a bra. Not noticing at all she continues looking at the problem.

 

 â€œI really don’t know why I can’t seem to get this stuff during class, I guess I am just tongue tied” She smiles shyly at Mr. Smith

 

Mr. Smith looks at her in shock, wondering if he should tell her what happened, but he is just enjoying the view way too much.  He knew what the female students of his school said about him, and he decided to use this to his advantage, how could he not with Mackenzie sitting there like that in front of him? It would be inhuman. He reaches out and lightly caresses Mackenzie’s face, he leans forward and gives her a lightly kiss on the mouth, slowly pulling away. He stops at her ear and whispers “You really are beautiful Mackenzie”

 

Before Mackenzie can think better of it, Mr. Smith is kissing her again, a little more urgent, her body kicks in before her mind and she kisses back. He slips his tongue into her mouth, running it across her tongue; he pulls away from her and whispers to her again. “Mmm you taste sweetie Mackenzie, like honey. Stand up sweetie.” He says softly, but with a command in his voice, that Mackenzie dares not deny.

 

She stands in front of him, he grabs hold of her hips and pulls her forward, running his hands down her exposed flesh. She shivers at his softy touch as it floats over her, his cold handed caress causing Goosebumps to rise all over her body. He reaches behind her and unclips her bra, pulling the cream coloured thing away, gazing at her in her beauty. Once again he ran his hands over her creamy body, only this time warmer to the touch.

 

He reached for her pants; she flinched slightly, thinking about how wrong this is, getting ready to stop it she brings her hand down to his to stop him. He quickly says “No” commanding such force she does. She lets her hands rest to her side in complete submissiveness.

 

He quickly undoes her pants and lets them fall to the floor. He smiles as he sees her underwear, white with a fake glitter zipper on the front, he slowly turns her around to see the word naughty on the left ass cheek on the back on her underwear. Once again he turns her so she is facing him, and he pulls down her underwear.

 

He looks at her pussy, running his fingers through the small bit of fine hair. She defiantly was a natural blonde. “Good girl” he says, for her keeping the hair nice and trim.

 

Mackenzie blushes considerable as she feels her teacher’s hands exploring her, his eyes looking at her as though he is eating her up.

 

Mr. Smith sucks on his index finger as he keeps looking Mackenzie up and down. He takes his now wet finger and slowly drags it across her pussy lips. Watching her face contort from his touch. He adds a little more pressure to the finger, letting it slip past the lips of her pussy, rubbing it along her inner pussy walls, slowly letting it travel past her clit every so lightly.

 

Suddenly a knock comes to the door

 

 

To be continued