Teacher drilled in mini skirt after class

Teacher student sex always felt like this forbidden fantasy we joked about in the hallway, and that day it became my reality when our music teacher, in that dangerously short mini skirt, lingered behind after the final bell. I pretended to pack my bag slowly while she leaned over her desk, and the air got thick with this unspoken charge as she caught my eye and smiled, patting the seat beside her. What started as a casual chat about my grades turned electric when she crossed her legs, and I could feel my pulse in my throat. She led me to the storage room, hitched that skirt up, and bent over a stack of chairs, guiding my hands to her hips while we moved together in a raw, sweaty rhythm, the scent of her perfume and chalk dust mixing. The finish was sudden and messy, painting her flushed face as she laughed breathlessly and zipped me up, promising to keep our secret until Monday’s lesson.