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That was the semester every girl in school wore something low cut, had her nails and hair done, and wore stockings and heels to look more grown up. Make-up techniques improved tremendously, with gaudy glitter eye-shadow and purple lipstick replaced by simple foundation and pencil work. Out went the hoop earrings and bangles and in came the delicate studs and gold bracelets. It was as though the entire female population of Biltmore High School had suddenly aged five years over night, me included. I majorly maxed out my Dad's Macy's credit card buying new blouses, shoes and accessories, all in an effort to keep up with the other girls for Mr. Minetto's attention. Mr. Minetto was the new Western Civilization teacher in training, and he was absolutely gorgeous.

"Is something wrong Mr. Minetto?" I asked.

He looked up from his lunch and scratched his beard "No. Nothing. Thanks Robin."

I took a job in the Teacher's Cafeteria during Period 4, when Mr. Minetto took his lunch (ensuring the hatred and envy of every other girl in the Senior class) and we had gotten to talking every now and then. We chatted about history and current events, you know, mostly school stuff. I thought he was brilliant, always telling me something fascinating that wasn't in the textbooks. Like the day he compared the historical King Richard to Shakespeare's character, or how the invention of the longitude sea clock changed the world. In class he spoke in a deep, passionate voice, always on his feet, asking questions, congratulating us on our answers, and making us all feel like we were the brightest students in the world. He would never stick to the assigned lesson plans laid out by the school, but always went a little further, dug a little deeper into each issue and event. I never liked history until Mr. Minetto took over the class. He made it seem alive and relevant, and I just loved listening to him talk. So, every chance I could bump into him or see him after school or ask a question in class I took it, and that's why I gave up study hall and took the low paying Teacher's Cafeteria job, just to be close to Mr. Gorgeous Minetto.

"Tough day?" I asked as I cleared his tray, noting that he hadn't even touched his Salisbury Steak Special.

"Yep." he said rubbing his eyes. He had spent the whole lunch period reading a Teaching Manual.

"I looked up Magellan." I said, trying to start one of our conversations. "You were right! He never finished going around the world." I loved looking in to his blue eyes behind those round, tinted glasses as we talked. He had yummy eyes.

"Hmm." he said, not looking up.

"Want some desert?" I tried. " The cherry pie looks pretty good, if you're into a real sugary crust, which I'm not, but that's just me. You liked the apple pie last week and that had the same kind of crust so I thought you'd like the cherry."

"Huh? What?" he said, distracted.

"Pie. You want some cherry pie?" I said.

"Oh. No. Sorry, Robin...."

"Guess you're really into your book, huh? What is it?"

I leaned over to check out his book. I did this whenever I wore something loose that would open up a bit when I leaned over, so he could see my bra (and maybe more). My heart always pounded like crazy when I did this, 'cause it was so brazen. He did look, too, though he never leered. I had a nice chest, and teachers much older than Mr. Minetto were always looking. Every girl in school tried to get Mr. Minetto to notice her legs or chest or rear end. That semester every Junior and Senior girl turned into a major hottie, and he must have been getting quite an eyeful. Not that I was trying to get him to seduce me or anything. Sex wasn't really an option with me since I'd long ago decided t o stay a virgin until at least 20. I just liked the attention. Still, as I leaned over that day he kept his face down, reading, as he stroked his brown beard, and paid no attention to me whatsoever.

I turned his book around so I could read it. I knew this would get him to look up.

"Robin..." he began to complain, when I felt his eyes land on my bosom. I took a deep breath and really heaved them up and down for effect. "Uh, look," he said, after a moment, "I really have to get through this."

"Oh, sure." I said, disappointed.

He spent the rest of the period looking all sad and angry. I wondered what was up?

I determined to have a conversation with him some time that day, as it was Friday and I hadn't been able to get so much as word out of him all week. I couldn't let a whole weekend go by without at least a smile, so I called my parents and told them I'd be staying after for a Student Activities meeting on the upcoming Car Wash fund-raiser for the Senior Trip, and would catch a later bus. Then, just before my Western Civ class, my last class of the day, I went to the Girl's Room to freshen up. I wanted to look my best for him, so that he'd agree to see me after school. had to come up with some excuse, maybe a question about Magellan which would lead into another wonderfully erudite discussion about world affairs.

As I entered the Girl's Room, though, I notice four other girls from my class who obviously had the same idea; they were all touching up their make-up, straightening their stockings, unbuttoning the tops of their blouses, combing out their hair and generally making themselves as pretty (and hot) as possible. No way was I going to get Mr. Minetto notice just me. Not unless I came up with something drastic.

I went into a stall, pulled down my panties, and peed, waiting for an inspiration. How could I get Mr. Minetto to want to see me, and only me, after class today? I wiped myself clean and went to pull up my underwear, when it suddenly occurred to me that I could take them off completely. I was wearing a very short skirt that day, and no stockings. My seat was pretty far back, and I knew that the girls back there sometimes would open their knees to give Mr. Minetto a glimpse or two of thigh, maybe even a flash of underwear. What if today he got to see a little bit more? Mr. Minetto. Seeing my, well, my pussy, to speak plainly. That would certainly get his attention. But could I do it? And what did my considering it say about me?

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The thought of exposing myself like that thrilled me. I wiped again, realizing that I was getting wet, and as the tissue swept through the hairless folds between my legs I couldn't help pressing a finger against my clitoris. "Ooo" I whispered, trying not to let the other girls hear me. I wiped again. "Ahh" I sighed, pressing a finger to my little nub.

I kicked my panties off, excited by the exposure. I was going to do it! I was going to let Mr. Minetto see my pussy, hair and all! The thought electrified me, and I started dripping like crazy. I couldn't help myself. I licked a finger and slipped it up my pussy. "Oooooo!" I cried.

Now, I'd been fingered before, even had a penis inside me (well, halfway, so I wasn't counting that as an official cherry breaker), and I'd always enjoyed myself, but I had never actually, you know, had an orgasm. But here, in the second floor Girl's Room, with my panties on the floor and my mind racing with images of exposing my pussy to Mr. Minetto, I was as close as I'd ever been. The girls had all left and I was free to be as loud as I wanted. "AHHH! AHHHH! UHHHHH!" I cried, furiously rubbing my nub. I was close, so close..!

And then the bell rang.

"Damn!" I said, flushing, grabbing my undies and running to class with a distinctly squishy feel.

Mr. Minetto scowled as I came in late, but said nothing. He still looked upset, and was definitely not in the mood for chatting to the class. Instead he put a pop quiz on the blackboard, and sat silently behind his desk, his face buried in the manual I'd seen him reading earlier.

I was trembling. My heart was pounding. It wasn't until halfway through the class that I could open my legs a bit. "Maybe he won't even look up" I thought, "so what' s the big deal?" I hiked up my skirt a bit, until I felt the hard varnished wood of the chair on my pussy. I gulped, and raised my hand. "Mr. Minetto?" I called.

He looked up. "Yes, Robin?" he asked.

"How long do you want the essay question?" I said, my voice choked with tension.

"Just a paragraph." he replied, looking down again.

I spread my legs wider. "And in Question Six, do you want us to show examples?"

He looked up again and said, "Not necessary." Then he hesitated, and I knew he was looking under my desk. I quickly shifted my glance to the blackboard and said a silent prayer that he wouldn't scream and send me off to the Principal's office or call the police or I don't know what! "Is he still looking?" I wondered. "Can he see it, or is there too much shadow?" I could feel myself getting even wetter, dripping onto the chair. My pussy felt like it was on fire, like I'd been sweating in leather panties for two weeks.

I didn't look at him for the rest of the class, so I didn't know what, if anything, he saw. The bell rang and I took my time gathering up my books so I could be the last one to leave. I had my excuse planned, and walked over to his desk.

"Mr. Minetto?" I said, once the other kids had gone.

He looked up, and I thought I saw a look of arousal in his eyes. Or maybe it was anger. I wasn't sure if I could go through with this, but I pressed on, thrilled with the adventure I started.

"Do you have some time after school?" I said nervously. "I'm thinking of going for a teaching degree next year, and I could use some advice."

He hesitated, and looked at me very strangely. "I have to stick around for a meeting with Mrs. Barnes. She's coming by in half and hour, so I can give you some advice right now. Sit down."

I was thrilled! I took a seat in the front row, too low to do any flashing, but, still, I had no idea what was about to happen and the whole situation had me creaming like mad. I could even smell my pussy, that's how hot I was. I wondered if he could smell it too, and would it turn him off?

"Robin," he began, "Do you know what's it's been like for me here?"

"No." I said. "I mean, you've said how much you like teaching and..."

"I love teaching." he interrupted. "It's all I ever wanted to do, ever since I struggled though 12 years of bad teachers who couldn't see past their outdated textbooks. I want to teach, and I want to make a difference, but I think I'm going to have to leave Biltmore High."

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My heart sank. "They're not going to let you teach here?"

"I don't think so. That's what Mrs. Barnes is coming in to talk to me about. Seems like I'm too much of a distraction around here."

"Oh?" I said, innocently.

"Seems that I've been getting a lot of attention from the girls here."

"Really?"

"Seems so." he continued, looking at me suspiciously. "Mrs. Barnes feels that maybe I should try teaching elementary school, and that maybe a high school is too, shall we say, rife with disastrous consequence."

"What do you mean?"

He looked at me with those penetrating deep eyes. "You know what I mean." he said. "Don't you?"

I gulped. I couldn't lie. "Yes." I whispered, looking down. "I'm sorry."

"Do you know what it's been like for me here?" he continued. "Looking at you girls every day, how young and beautiful you all are. And don't think the attention has been any less seductive. Always laughing at my jokes, asking me questions about this or that, making me think that History has suddenly become fascinating."

"It is fascinating. The way you teach it." I said. "They're crazy if they don't let you teach. You think I studied Magellan just to flirt with you? Well, maybe I did, but I really got into it. No other teacher's ever done that."

"I'm trying to make a point here, Robin." he said, rubbing his eyes. "It's affecting me, do you understand? It's hard enough trying to stick to the stupid curriculum and come up with stories to keep you all interested, but all the hair and loose clothes and touches on the arm, it's not helping me keep my eye on the ball, if you know what I mean. I don't want to do anything stupid. And I sure as hell don't want to be fired before I'm even officially hired! So what I'm saying Robin is I want you to put on your Goddamn panties right now and go home! Is that clear?"

It was clear. I ran out of there as fast as I could, but I was shaking so hard I could barely make it down the hall, and had to duck into the Teacher's Cafeteria to calm down. I had a key to the kitchen, so I went in there and cried my eyes out.

I felt like such a little slut. Such a stupid kid. What the hell was I expecting? Did I really think he'd take one look at my bald little cunt, sweep me up in his arms and make passionate and painless love to me right there on his desk, and then carry me off to his condo in the sky?

I cried for about twenty minutes, when I heard Mr. Minetto's voice scream from the lounge, "Son of a bitch!" I peeked out of the kitchen and saw him pouring himself a cup of coffee. The door must have creaked because he wheeled around and snapped at me. "Robin! What are you doing here?" Then, when he saw my tears and puffy face he spoke more soothingly. "Come on, don't cry. I'm sorry I embarrassed you. Come on, now."

I went to him, placed my head on his chest, and cried. "There, there, now." he said. "I'm sorry. I was expecting bad news from Mrs. Barnes and it made me angry. I've just been told to, essentially, stop being so familiar with the students, which is the only way I know how to teach. I've been reading their stupid manual, but, ah Christ who needs this place anyway."

He was going to be fired! I didn't want him to be fired! He was brilliant and funny, and God he felt good, so warm and muscled. I held him tightly, and I knew he could feel my breasts crushing against his chest. I sobbed a bit more, and he squeezed me again, stroking my hair like a father petting his daughter. I could smell his cologne on his scratchy neck, and felt the bristles of his beard on my cheek.

I held him like that for a long time, taking in his wonderful manly smells, and listening to his heart beat quicken. I could feel something press against my hip, and gulped when I realized that it was an erection.

"Robin..." he said, trying to release me. But I couldn't let him go! Not now! I was in love with him, I was sure of it. So what if I was only 18? What I felt was real! And now I knew that he felt something, too.

I looked up at him, my mouth inches from his, my nose brushing against his mustache. He gazed at me, a hard look of desire in his eyes. "Mr. Minetto..." I whispered, pleading for a kiss. He hesitated, so I raised myself up on my toes, pressing my lips to his. He resisted at first, then parted his lips and kissed me back, crushing me inside his strong arms.

It was a heavenly kiss, strongly pressed, but soft. His slightly opened mouth allowed our tongues to touch, which sent an electric thrill through my body. I was still plenty wet, and getting wetter. My thighs slid together, coated with juice.

I could feel his hands working their way down my back, squeezing and feeling my muscles. His grip was sure and steely, and I melted into him, sighing with each press of my flesh.

The kiss became hotter, and I could feel him press his leg against me, working its way between my legs, separating them. His thigh pushed against my pussy, and I pressed back, humping his leg, whimpering with pleasure.

At that he broke the kiss and moved back against the wall. His face was flush, his breathing was rapid. He looked scared, unsure, but also aroused as hell. I could see the swell in his pants.

"Sit down." he whispered. I took a chair, wondering if I was about to get another lecture.

He sat opposite me, and seemed to be struggling with something. He kept glancing down at my lap, and I knew he was wondering about my panties. That was it, I realized! I had turned him on in class, and he wanted more, but he just couldn't bring himself to say it. He was struggling with the whole teacher/student thing. I just loved him for his integrity! But I knew that I had to have him now. I wanted Mr. Minetto to be my first. And I wasn't scared any more.

"Robin, we have to talk..." he stammered, trying not to glimpse up my skirt. But I knew this is why he asked me to sit down. "There are so many things, as a Teacher, that I want..."

"Is this one of them?" I chanced, parting my legs.

"Oh God..." he cried, staring at my exposed pussy. It must have looked very red and puffy, shiny and slick with juice.

"It's okay." I said, opening my legs further. "I'll show it to you."

"Oh my God..." he said, staring under my skirt. "Robin, you know I can't..."

But I could see that he wanted me. His pants were nearly bursting.

"I want to see you, too Mr. Minetto." I said, "Can I? Please? I won't tell anyone. Ever. I've never seen one." I lied about that last part, but I thought it would excite him, so I said it. Sure enough his whole face just fell, like he'd been stunned by lust, and hadn't any more strength to resist. He unbuttoned his pants...

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"God..." he mumbled, hating himself for what he was doing. But he just couldn't stop. My eyes were focused on his pants as he unzipped his fly and fumbled around inside his underwear. "My God..." he said, avoiding my eyes, staring at my pussy, as he released his member into the air.

It was thick and gorged, with a purple head and a bumpy pink shaft. It stood straight up in front of his tie, proud and hard.

"Oh my..." I whispered, thrilled at the sight, and I realized that I never had seen a penis before, not like this, not in the light, not from a distance, not so exposed and naked. "Oh my..." I said again, placing a finger on my clit. I moved my finger around, coating it, getting it very wet, and began rubbing it hard against my nub. I wasn't even aware I was doing it. The sight of his penis, his beautiful manly cock roused me to unconscious masturbation.

"Oh shit, Robin..." he said breathlessly, watching me finger myself. I realized what I was doing just as he, too, began to masturbate in front of me. His long fingers pumped the skin of his prick up and down, while one hand cupped his stiffening balls. His cock throbbed at his ministrations, and I knew I had to have it, touch it, taste it, impale myself with it.

I crawled off my chair and went over to him on my hands and knees, my pussy dripping across the industrial carpeting.

"No, Robin...." he said, trying to stop me. But his pumping only got faster now, knowing I was approaching. As he stroked his cock I placed my hands on his knees and opened my mouth. He pulled my head down, lifted his hips and entered me, jerking off inside my mouth.

"AAAAAH GOD! ROBIN! OH GOD!" he screamed, fucking my face. "SHIT! NO! We've got to stop! Oh CHRIST Almighty!"

I sucked his beautiful penis, which filled my mouth with its girth, and pressed my cheeks out with each thrust. I straightened my head and took it straight into my throat, sucking like I'd practiced years ago on those carrots. "Mmmmmm, grrrllphhhh" I gurgled, flattening my tongue against the shaft and pressing him against the roof of my mouth, feeling every thick ridge and vein of this gorgeous penis. Mr. Minetto's penis! In my mouth!

I knew he must be close, so I stood.

"No Robin..." he said, weekly, knowing what was coming.

I lifted my skirt, the smell from my pussy wafting up to his nostrils. He breathed me in and cried, "I can't...I can't..."

I straddled him, feeling his thick cock head against my lips. This was it! I was going to get my cherry popped by my teacher, my love, Mr. Minetto. I lowered myself onto him, snuggling his cock into me, just an inch.

"Robin! Christ! No!" he screamed, trying to wriggle me off him. I pushed his hands down and held him firm. God! I was taking him! I was practically raping him!

I sat on his cock until I could feel the head against my hymen. How long had I waited for this? I never let a boy finger me too hard, or did much gymnastics, or even rode a bicycle after 12, much less a horse, all so I could keep my hymen for the man I loved. And here he was, about to break it and make me bleed and hurl me into ecstasy.

"Robin...I WON'T!" he said, feeling the barrier. "I can't!"

I opened my blouse, pulled down my bra, placed a thick nipple in his mouth, and pressed my hymen against his cock. "Fuck me, Mr. Minetto." I whispered. "Pleeeease?"

I had him. He couldn't stop now. I held my breath as he sucked my nipple, threw his arms around my hips, and thrust up into my vagina, tearing the hymen, popping my cherry for good.

"AHHHH!" I screamed, but the pain didn't last. I was filled with him now. His cock pressed full against every wall, and he lowered a thumb to my clit as he fucked me. "OH MY GOOOOD!" I screeched, as a fiery spasm of pleasure swept through me. An orgasm! My first orgasm! My first knee-bending, earth-shattering orgasm!

"ROBIN! FUCK!" he cried, cumming at the same time. "AAAAHHHH SHIT!" I could feel his cum leak out of me. He must have filled me fast with all the cum he'd been holding in all semester.

"Oh Mr. Minetto..." I swooned, kissing him. He kissed me back, his large hands cupping my breasts.

I shivered and shook through the rest of my climax, and eventually we broke our sweet union. "I love you." I said. "It's okay if you don't say it back. I just wanted you to know. I love you. I love you..."

Mr. Minetto was not fired. He did not quit. He threw himself into his work, convincing the School Board that he was getting results and perhaps they should re-think their curriculum, not his methods. He did agree to dress more conservatively, wearing suit jackets more often, but he refused to shave his beard, which was fine with me. I came to like how scratchy it felt against my thighs as he licked my pussy.

We continued our affair for the rest of the school year, using me to keep his head clear while the girls at Biltmore High continued to tease and cajole him, until he was transferred to a private school two hundred miles away. We both cried, because at the end I think he was coming to love me, too.

I graduated and went to a local community college, but just yesterday I got a letter of acceptance into a college just two miles from where Mr. Minetto teaches. I hadn't even applied to the school, but apparently they received a glowing recommendation from my high school Western Civilization teacher, who thought I'd do very well in Political Science. I just told my parents who said I should take the opportunity, and to make sure I find that teacher and thank him personally.

"I will." I said. "I will"