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Alan went to Glory's fourth-period class feeling extremely frazzled.He felt that there had been too many exciting events for him during theday and too much excitement in recent days as well. He also knew that asmuch as had happened to him already, he still had most of the day aheadof him. The possibility that the football players could attack him atany moment and might well attack him before the school day was over wasparticularly stressful for him.

Sexually, he was exhausted and wanted a break, yet hisChristine fantasies had been keeping him in a near-constant state ofarousal for over an hour. What he really wanted to do was to empty hisballs, at the first opportunity, in a warm and receptive female.

With all this going on in his head, he had little to nothought of Glory. But as soon as he entered her classroom and took onelook at her, all that changed. It was a sunny day, and radiant beams oflight were falling through the windows onto her face, making her lookbreathtakingly gorgeous, even angelic.

Then she turned to him and gave him a heartwarming smile. It would be more accurate to call it a heart-melting smile.

He felt so overwhelmed by her love, kindness, and attentionthat he felt like she'd turned him into a puddle of goo. He felt a surgeof emotion and mentally cried in frustration, Ohhhh Gaawwwd! No!

Suddenly, all of his other problems didn't matter one bit. Heeven temporarily set aside any thoughts of the other women in his life.Now, all of his focus was on Glory.

Class started and Glory began to teach, but Alan barely hearda word she said. His erection had gone down and he was very thankfulfor that. He wasn't actually aroused by Glory at the moment despite herstunning looks; he was more emotionally moved by her presence. Lookingat her brought a peace and calm to his mind and body that he badlyneeded.

Despite the fact that the state of their relationship was upin the air, he strongly believed that no matter what happened she wouldbe there for him if he needed her, and he would be there for her.Regardless of how their romantic future turned out, he was determined todo whatever it took to at least keep her as a friend and mentor. Shewas a rock of sanity for him in the increasingly stormy sea that was hishigh school life.

But Glory would have found the idea of anyone calling her a"rock of sanity" bitterly ironic, because she felt as if she was aboutto completely lose her mind. When she saw Alan enter her classroom, shealso felt a surge of strong emotion. She could tell that he was stressedand troubled, and she gave him the most encouraging smile she couldmuster under the circumstances. She wanted to hold him for a long timeuntil he was okay. But she wanted to do more than just hold him - muchmore.

As Glory's students settled into their seats, she thought, God,how I want to hug him! But a supportive hug like that would lead to akiss. And a kiss would lead to some heavy necking with lots of tongue.That would lead to some serious petting. I can just imagine him quicklymaking short work of whatever clothes I might be wearing while I wrap aleg around him. He isn't much for women wearing clothes, I've gathered.However, he's a bit crazy when it comes to breasts. His hands would beall over my chest before I'd know what was happening and there would beno way of stopping him.But then again, who would WANT to stop him?! He's so good!The way he can make love to a woman's breasts with his fingers ... andtongue! Good Lord, that tongue! That feels so good that there's just noway I'm going to keep my hands out of his pants. What kind of woman hasthat kind of control? His fingers would be slipping inside of my- Oh! Ican't even think about it! To think that I could be holding his hot,cum-filled cock in my dainty fingers, that throbbing, talented,tasty...! Arrgh! Stop it! Glory, stop it right now!

She snapped out of her sexual thoughts as the last student came inside and found his seat. Yousee? This is why I have to take a 100% firm no-touching policy. Alan islike sexual crack and I'm going through some serious withdrawal. It'sbeen a couple of days since we broke up and each day gets worse as mybody craves another Alan fix more and more. Right now I'm at my mostvulnerable.

Just a couple more days and these feelings should pass andI'll be able to get over him. With the four-day Thanksgiving vacationstarting tomorrow, I'll get over this hump and be back on track, just solong as I can make it through the rest of the school day withouttouching him. I really should just skip our lunch hour together, butjust look at him. He needs to talk. He seriously needs to talk.Something's wrong. I can't abandon him in his time of need.

Feeling empowered with that resolution, Glory began to teach.At first, she did okay. But after a while the lesson necessitated shego up to the chalkboard and start writing on it. This was troublesomeand dangerous for her, because once again she'd failed to wear anyunderwear. Alan had offhandedly told her some days before not to wearunderwear anymore. She didn't understand why, but she continued tofollow this order even though she was fairly certain that he hadforgotten all about it.

Furthermore, she had dressed about as provocatively as shethought she could get away with without causing tongues to wag. She let alot of cleavage show, but it was at the outer bounds of what she'd wornin the past. Since she wasn't wearing a bra, the fabric rubbed hernipples delightfully every which way whenever she moved. And becauseAlan was in the room, her nipples were hard and had been protruding eversince her fourth-period class began. Fortunately, she wore a darkmaroon satin blouse; otherwise, her nipples would have been obvious toeveryone.

But while she'd shown a lot of cleavage before, she'd neverworn a skirt as short and tight as the one she wore today. Since shewasn't wearing any panties, she was taking a great risk. If she had tobend over for any reason, or even casually sit on the front edge of herdesk as she sometimes did while lecturing, she'd expose all of her nakedprivates to the entire class. Her teaching career might come to asudden halt right there.

But she couldn't keep herself from dressing like that becauseshe was of two minds. She wanted to both push Alan away and pull himtowards her. She'd had mixed feelings about men and boyfriends before,but nothing like this. It was like her brain was splitting in two andheading at full speed in opposite directions.

She'd gone to a sex shop the previous afternoon and bought avariety of sex toys to augment the one dildo she already owned. Then shespent the rest of the afternoon and evening alternating between boutsof frenzied masturbation and periods of relative sanity and resolve. Shetried to argue that "overdosing" on fantasies about Alan would help herget over him, but she wasn't sure anymore if that was true or not. Sheeven had some of her new toys in her purse at the moment, "just incase," and she wasn't sure about the wisdom of that either.

Because of what she chose to wear (or not wear), walkingaround in front of the class and writing on the chalkboard were veryarousing acts for her. She imagined, and almost hoped, that her skirthad ridden up so much that her pussy was completely exposed. In herfantasy, at any moment someone would notice her lack of panties andpublicly expose her. Of course in reality complete disaster wouldfollow, but in her addled state she was just getting off on the danger.

She managed to carry on this way for twenty minutes or more,but she found herself growing more and more aroused as she began topurposely walk more than necessary, just to increase the danger and feela slight breeze blowing on her moistening pussy lips. If her skirt rodeup only a couple more inches, her fantasy would become real.

Finally, there came a point when a voice inside her headbegan to dare her to drop a piece of chalk and bend down to pick it up.She recognized at that moment that she'd become too horny to teacheffectively, so she cut the lesson short and handed out an in-classassignment.

That allowed her to go to the relative safety of sittingbehind her desk where she hoped to cool down, but in fact she didn'tcool down at all. Her imagination was in overdrive.lightsnovel

She thought, That was close! What's gotten into me?! Imean, the very idea of bending over to pick up the chalk - it'soutrageous! To think what could have happened. There I'd be, bendingover so I could touch my toes, my pussy exposed for everyone to see. Notonly that, but this skirt is so short that it would ride up and myentire ass would be on display! Of course, knowing Alan would bewatching, merely exposing myself like that wouldn't be enough. I'd haveto fumble around for who knows how many minutes, trying and failing toscoop up the chalk, all the while spreading my legs farther and fartherapart, for him!

I'm sure the room would go dead quiet at first. Or maybethere would be some gasps. Screams, even. People would begin to shouthelpful things like, "Ms. Rhymer, cover up!" Some of the more naughtyboys would shout ruder things, like "Hoo-yeah!" I'll bet Jeremy wouldyell, "There is a God!" He loves that saying and I know he has a crushon me. Hee-hee.

But that wouldn't even be the half of it. If I've gonethat far, why stop there? It's time for everyone to know Alan has turnedme into his personal slut! I'd stand back up but fail to readjust myskirt so it would still tightly cling to my hips and keep my pussy infull view, giving everyone a great frontal shot. Faking a confused look,I'd go sit on the edge of my desk, putting my pussy on even betterdisplay! Heck, I'd hike my skirt up a bit more before sitting down, justto make sure they saw everything!

And what would they see? They'd see rivers, and I do meanabsolute rivers, of feminine juices flowing down my thighs, becausethat's how hot I'd be! "I'd be"? Heck, that's how hot I am right now!I'm squirming in my seat so bad that it's a wonder no one has noticedyet! It's like the chair is burning at 120 degrees or more; there's noway I can sit still! Maybe I should get my purse and take out one ofthe... Nah. Keep it cool, Glory. Keep it cool. Relax.Just imagine, I'd be sitting there on the edge of thedesk, cool as a cucumber, pretending like nothing's wrong. My privateson display for everyone to see. For ALAN to see!

Hee! So naughty! But of course the class would be in atotal commotion by then. Complete bedlam! Before too long, someone wouldbe bound to get bolder and say something like, "Ms. Rhymer, your skirt!It's exposing... well... We can see your pussy and everything!"

That's when I'd REALLY throw them for a loop. Rather thanpull my skirt down, I'd actually pull it up even more! Then I'd say, "Mypussy? You must be mistaken. I don't have a pussy. This isn't mine.This is Alan's pussy." I'd wink in his direction, and stud that he is,he'd take it in stride and wink back.

Then, the incredible fuck god that he is, he'd have tocome to the front of the class and whip out that eighteen-incher infront of everybody! Hee! ... Did I say eighteen? I think I did, 'costhat's what it feels like most of the time when it's inside me! So FULL!So GOOOOD! Anyway, he'd whip out that marvelous eight-incher and takewhat's his! He'd show everyone that we're lovers, and in the mostgraphic terms imaginable! He'd fuckin' slip his huge sausage right intomy tight cunt, in front of the whole class! My pussy was made toperfectly fit his cock, and that's just a plain fact! Let everyone know!I don't care!

Oh God! Glory bit her lip so hard it nearly bled. Shewas fidgeting wildly in her chair now, as if she really was sizzling on aburning chair. Not only could she vividly imagine Alan fucking her, herbody could almost feel it.

Or, more properly, it's not so much that we're lovers asit is that I belong to him! Gloria Rhymer, one of your students, a mereeighteen year old boy, owns your pussy! And the rest of your body, forthat matter. Hell, he owns your heart, your mind, and even your SOUL!Dear Lord God, this devilish boy owns my very soul! It's like I made adeal with the devil and I LOVE IT! Young man, what I wouldn't give toshare another role-play fantasy with you, right now! Alan, get yourglorious ass up here and fuck your teacher like you mean it! Showeveryone our forbidden love, you demon of lust! Do me now! Do me hard!YES!

Glory abruptly stopped and stood up. She looked at the classto see if anyone had noticed her strange behavior, especially the wayshe was rocking and shaking in her chair. Luckily, she'd given thestudents such a difficult assignment that they were completely consumedwith their task. Not even Alan had given her a second glance.

She slumped down a bit and sighed with relief. Phew! Ihave to be thankful my luck has held out once again. What am I doingtaking these kinds of risks? And saying Alan owns my body? What's gotteninto me? Not Alan lately, ha ha! She had to stifle the urge to laugh like a maniac at that joke.

She stood there for a few moments until her body stoppedtrembling, then she made her way to the door, making sure to take herpurse with her. Luckily, her students were still so hard at work thatthere were no more than a few brief glances up. Most of the people whopaid her any mind were habitual cheaters who were happy to see she'd begone for a few minutes so they could look at the papers on nearby desks.

lightsnοvεl Glory hobbled her way down to the ladies' room, eager toachieve the "big O." The fact that she was hobbling was interesting aswell, because she was wearing four-inch heels for the first time in herlife, and didn't really know why. Or at least she wouldn't normallyadmit why.

But as she headed to the restroom, she thought, Fuck theseshoes. I hate these shoes! But I'm wearing these cruel shoes for him!HIM! I want him to notice me, to look at me! How can I compete with thelikes of Suzanne or Heather? It's impossible! I have to do more! I haveto please him MORE somehow!

The thought of Alan's other lovers suddenly made her verydepressed. It made her feel as if all her words and fantasies weredesperate and pathetic. But she was so close to a climax she couldn'tstop now.

As she sat in a bathroom stall shoving a vibrator in and outof her pussy, she couldn't get the thought of Alan's other women out ofher head. She knew that she was not his most loved woman. In fact, sheinstinctually felt that she might rank no better than somewhere in themiddle of his long list of women. On the other hand, she knew that her"list" of the men she lusted after and adored had just one name on it:"Alan Plummer."

These thoughts were so depressing that she began to cry evenas she climbed up to a great climax. The fact that she knew he washaving sex with at least three women gorgeous enough to be movie stars,Amy, Suzanne, and Susan, aroused her terribly, while at the same timethe very same thought depressed her profoundly. She cried both tears ofjoy and sorrow as a powerful climax hit her and nearly overwhelmed herinto unconsciousness.

She took a while after that to recover and clean herself up.As she reapplied her makeup in the bathroom mirror, she found herself ina different mood. Well. That was something. Completely irresponsibleof course, that I'm here pleasuring myself instead of teaching myclass. But all in all, it was probably a good thing, a necessary thing.I've been feeling something like that coming on all day. It was goodthat I got it out of my system BEFORE lunch or I wouldn't have had theself-control to resist Alan when I was with him one on one. Now, I feellike I can make it.

Not only that, but I'm reminded so powerfully why I haveto get away from him. I will NOT settle for third place or fifth placeor whatever he thinks I am. No way. No. Damn. Way. Period! If I can justmake it through lunch, I'll be home free!

She was in a much better mood after that. She came back to her class mentally alert and in control of herself once more.

Alan was in a fairly good mood by then as well. He wasactually grateful for the in-class assignment because it made him forgeteverything else for a little while.action

Thus, when class ended and everyone filed out until just Alanwas there, Alan and Glory were able to meet each other on levelheadedterms, with neither one of them particularly aroused.

Alan had a lot to discuss with her, particularly about hisrecent football player woes. However, he still felt distraught andoverwhelmed. He stood up and said, "Glory, could I have a hug? I reallyneed it."

Glory thought back to her very recent fantasies and her "100%firm no touching" policy, and said, "I know you do, and believe me I'dlove to give it to you ... but we can't. Remember what we agreed to onMonday? Things are going to be completely platonic between us. That'show it has to be. Until things kind of settle down, I'd rather not evenhug you because I'm afraid of a slippery slope. But please. Tell mewhat's bothering you. From the moment you came into class I could seethat something is very wrong."

Disappointed, but understanding why he couldn't get a hug, he sat back down and began to tell her about his day.