Secrets Part 01

Chapter 1

I sat in the car sweating like a pig, my heart pounding. I felt good about myself, but I also knew how close I came to fucking up my life. You see, I'm a High School music teacher. I've always made music fun, and the kids have always loved me. I'm in my late thirties, and a good-looking, nubile High School girl still gets my motor going. But I've never cheated on my wife.

I was sweating because I'd just come as close as ever to becoming an adulterer. Lori Wilson was my aide. She was a wide-eyed 18-year-old beauty, sweet and shy, the type of girl I'd often fantasized about. She'd been my aide for four years and was now a Senior. I kept an aide for four years, selecting a freshman and keeping her all during High School. It made sense since I didn't have to train a new aide every year.

Though shy, Lori had grown used to me, and she often teased me. As a freshman, Lori had been cute, but had zero figure. But she had filled out, and I really enjoyed watching her work around my office. Her breasts had grown and were quite full. From time to time she'd wear something sheer, and I'd be treated to the faint outline of her nipples.

And her thighs... WOW! She had incredible legs, tanned and smooth, and the sweet girl often would bend over in her short skirt, and I'd get a view of her long, smooth legs. I even got a glimpse of her panties from time to time.

A month ago, I began to notice that Lori was really flirting with me. She was also wearing clothes that were a bit more revealing. She'd touch me when talking to me, put her hand on my shoulder, look at me, and wet her lips, the tip of her tongue tracing her full lips. I knew that she thought that she was being subtle, but it was obvious that she had a crush on me. The problem was that she had become very good-looking, and I couldn't stop thinking about what a hot little fuck she would be.

Last week she had cranked it up a notch. Almost daily, Lori would strike a pose and then look at me to make sure that I was watching.

She would stretch, pretending to yawn, raising her hands high in the air while wearing a midriff tee top. Her flat belly was bare, and I could see the bottom of her pink bra. She looked at me with a sultry look.

She "stored" some music on the top shelf in my office, climbing on a stool next to my desk while I sat in my chair watching. She'd worn a very short skirt that day, and as she reached upwards, she'd shifted her feet as far apart as possible and leaned against the cabinets. The result was that her skirt rose above the bottom of her ass, exposing her panties. They were white that day, and her pussy pouch tightly packed behind white nylon was visible and gave me a hard-on.

She held the pose and then turned her head to look down at me. She saw that I was looking at her panties, and she held the pose, gently wiggling her ass as she looked at me.

I tore my eyes from her ass and looked at her face. I blushed as I realized that Lori was looking at my lap. Damn, I had a huge boner. My initial instinct was to hide it, covering it with a book or something. But a perverse desire took over, and I just sat, looking again at her ass as she looked at my package. Two could play that game!

Finally, she climbed down and returned to filing.

Since then, she'd taken every opportunity to arouse me. She would lean against my back, brushing me with her firm tits, her hands on my arm, my back, her breath on my cheek, and her perfume strong in my nostrils. I knew that I probably needed to talk to her about it, but the truth was that though my wife was beautiful and we had a good sex life, the thought of what I'd like to do to this naive, sweet sexpot kept me openly flirting with her.

An hour previously, I'd been in my office after school. School was over for the day, and I was just finishing up. I didn't think anyone was around. When there was a knock on my door, I yelled, "It's open, come in!"

Lori slipped inside and closed the door behind her.

Smiling, I said, "Hi there, sweet cheeks. You need to be careful with what you've been wearing lately. You know, there's only so much teasing these boys can take!"

I didn't resist the urge to check her out from top to bottom as she stood, allowing me to get an eyeful.

Lori had worn a very short skirt to school as well as a T-shirt that clung to her, accentuating the full swell of her bra-encased breasts. I'd noticed the boys checking out her body in class. Hell, I didn't blame them. I was checking her out as well!

Lori didn't say anything; she just leaned back against the door.

"I-I need to tell you something, Mr. Lowen," she started.

I sat back in my chair, wondering what she needed to talk to me about.

"D-Do you think I'm pretty?"

She asked me as if she feared that I would tell her she was ugly.

I swallowed nervously. Apparently, I was going to have to tell this gorgeous girl that I was married and couldn't fool around. But I wanted her to feel good about herself.

Seriously, I said softly, "Lori, I think that you are more than pretty. You are gorgeous, sweetheart! And if I weren't married and ten years younger, I'd be all over you like jam on bread."

I figured she would smile. But instead, she kept looking at me with her dark eyes.

"What do you think is pretty about me, Mr. Lowen?"

Sighing, I said, "Lori, I'm not sure..."

But she interrupted me, "I need to know, Mr. Lowen. Do you think my tits are big enough? Is my ass the kind that makes boys hard? PLEASE, Mr. Lowen, tell me."

Her voice held a hint of desperation; my mind was telling me to put a stop to this here and now. But as I looked at the young teenage beauty, I WANTED to tell her what she did to me. I told myself that I'd just tell her and then explain that we couldn't fool around.

"Lori... very well. I think you have pretty eyes. Dark eyes are very sexy, and you have long black hair, and your mouth just begs to be kissed."

She smiled, her eyes becoming hooded, making my prick jump in my slacks.

"What else?"

Swallowing, I said, "And your body is incredible. When you bend over, I love to look at your long tanned legs. Last week, I was looking at your panties, you know!"

In a breathy voice, she said, "Yes, I know. What about... my breasts!"

"You have the kind of tits that any man would love to play with, Lori."

I was feeling really horny by now, and my thinking wasn't very bright. "... and though I've never seen them naked, I dream about sucking your hard little nipples!"

I stopped. Had I actually said that to a student? Shit, what in the hell was I doing?

And then this sweet, cute, innocent girl quickly pulled her T-shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the floor of my office and showing that she was wearing an almost see-through white lace bra.

"Uhhhh, Lori..." I began to say.

"Hush!" She commanded. And like an idiot, I just sat there watching.

She reached behind her back. I couldn't believe what I was watching. My eyes were fixed on this sexy girl, and then the white material of her bra loosened and fell away from her body to the floor, showing that Lori Wilson had the most beautiful tits I'd ever seen. They were perfectly rounded, obviously firm. Her nipples were thickening even as I watched, pointing upwards.

Almost shyly, Lori whispered, "Now that you've seen them naked, would you like to suck my breasts, Mr. Lowen?"

I just stared for several seconds, my mouth hanging open as I imagined what it would be like to put my mouth around her stiff little nipples. My cock was raging.

And then Lori put her hands to her waist and in one motion, shoved her skirt and panties down off her hips, letting them drop to the floor. She then moved her legs apart, put her arms behind her back, which made her tits thrust out, and she let me look at her 18-year-old naked body.

I had wanted to suck on her tits, but looking between her pussy lips, I knew that what I most wanted to do was to place my mouth between her legs.

She saw me staring between her legs, and her soft voice said, "I-I shaved my... my pussy, Mr. Lowen. I heard that men... like it when a girl has a b-bald pussy."

She was certainly right about that. I KNEW that I should be angrily telling her to put her clothes back on, but I couldn't resist looking at this gorgeous girl.

"You can do anything you want to me, Mr. Lowen. If you want to, you can... You can fuck my mouth. I know guys like to have girls suck on... on their cocks. And, you can fuck me too.

She took a deep breath and said, "My Uncle did it to me on my 18th birthday, so I'm not a virgin. And I liked it, and want to do it again. And Mr. Lowen, if you really want to... you can even do it to me in my bottom. Anything you want, you can do to me. I-I love you, Mr. Lowen."

I groaned loudly. More than anything else, I wanted to take this gorgeous naked teenager in my arms, and do every single one of those things to her! I wanted to fuck her mouth, fuck her pussy, even bend her over and fuck her up her tight virgin rosebud.

But thoughts of my wife came into my mind. I'm not a horrible man. Maybe our marriage was kind of dull at times, but I'd made a commitment. Kicking myself and calling myself an idiot, I began to talk to the girl.

"Lori, you are amazing. You are so beautiful and so incredibly sexy. The truth is that I wish that I could do all of those things to you, and even more things. But if you were my wife, Lori, what would you want me to do? You'd want me to stop, wouldn't you? Do you see what I'm saying?"

Tears began to appear in her eyes, and she quickly grabbed her clothes and started putting them back on.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I did that. I'm SO Sorry, Mr. Lowen. I'm so embarrassed. Oh, please don't tell anyone. Oh, I want to DIE!"

I walked around my desk as she finished adjusting her skirt around her waist. I put my hand on the door, not allowing her to open it. She stopped, her face beet red, and looked at the carpet.

"Look at me, Lori," I said.

She didn't respond, so I lifted her chin and looked into her tear-filled eyes.

"I can't make love to you, Lori, but I want you to know how I really feel, so this ONE time..." And then I kissed her.

It wasn't a quick kiss, and it wasn't a fatherly kiss. It was stupid, but my heart went out to this girl who had faithfully served me for 4 years, and who had just taken a great risk of making a fool of herself because she thought she loved me. But I wanted her to feel good about herself. And if I wasn't married and had a promise to keep, at this moment I'd be doing all kinds of incredibly wonderful things to her.

At last I broke the kiss. "You're very special, Lori. Thank you!"

That made her blush, but she also smiled, and I knew that she was going to be OK.

"Thank you, Mr. Lowen. You... you aren't going to tell anyone about this, are you?"

I just shook my head in the negative as I smiled at her.

She looked at me again, and then I released the door, and she slipped out and was gone.

I grabbed my briefcase and walked to my car. Sitting there, I felt the sweat begin to pour from me. Damn, I had come close to fucking with a student, close to committing adultery and ruining my marriage, maybe losing my job. But unbidden, the picture of a naked Lori leaning against the door came to my mind, and my cock hardened instantly. She was so damn gorgeous. It was getting dark, and I was the only one still in the parking lot.

My cock was straining; I needed to do something about it. I climbed out of my car and hurried back inside. In the teacher's lounge area was a shower area that was used for the coaches after team practices. I went in, making sure the door was locked securely, stripped, and stepped into one of the cubicles.

I kept my hand off my cock to start; I would have exploded so fast, and I wanted to enjoy the buildup. My cock felt as hard as a steel pipe, and my mind ran it back, the way she had exposed her body to me. Her superb breasts, perfectly rounded, firm, and her nipples stiffening and swelling as I watched, pointing upwards.

The time that she was climbing on a stool next to my desk to get what was stored on the top shelf. Her skirt had risen above the bottom of her ass, exposing her panties. She moved her feet further apart, so I could look right up in between the V of her things, and get a good look at her panties. They were white that day, and her pussy pouch tightly packed behind white nylon was visible and gave me a hard-on.

Then stripping naked in my office, letting me see the whole package. Her nakedly bald beaver had really gotten my cock hard, and I let the visions guide me along into a fantasy.

She had said she'd suck my cock. I imagined her on her knees in the classic subservient cocksucker position, her full lips wrapped around my prick, her wet mouth sucking gently on my cock.

The fantasy took me along as I imagined Lori leading me to her bed, giving me a smile of desire as she spread her thighs, and beckoned me onward. My fantasy continued; I was looking down at Lori's naked and wide-spread thighs, the glistening pussy lips smooth and bald, the lips slightly parted. She had the most fuckable body I could imagine, and my cock was a solid club as I took it in hand and started to stroke, slowly, eager to drag it out.

I imagined placing his thick cockhead at the entrance to her vaginal channel. Pushing in, spreading her apart, her voice purred, urging me on to bury my cock, and giving a hard thrust, seeing her eyes flare wide and letting out grunts as I drove in fully.

I imagined her voice, purring, "Mmmmm, my second time is even better than the first. Now, give me that load you have built up for me; I want that hot spunk deep inside me!"

Visions of a naked Lori writhing and moaning with pleasure, her nude, sexy 18-year-old body under me as I boned her, pumping my prick in and out. I could feel the rise of orgasm, and then, a vision of Lori naked and bent over, taking my prick inside of her hot, silky ass came to my mind. The fantasy of Lori shrieking with pleasure as she orgasmed, and as I imagined flooding her tight teen ass with hot spunk, my cock erupted, shooting out 8 thick jets of spunk to splatter against the shower tiles, making me moan as I shot off my load.

I turned on the shower to wash myself and rinse the spunk off the tiled wall. I rinsed off, towelled myself dry, got dressed, and left.

Feeling worn out, I drove home. I felt good about not fucking my student, but I couldn't get that sweet, beautiful girl out of my mind. But I'd have to. I was married.