The rest of the day passed in a haze of confusion for Andrew, every minute a strange mix of anxiety and euphoria. As he sat at his desk, trying to focus on anything but Elizabeth, his mind kept returning to that question: Why? Why did all the girls suddenly seem to want to fuck someone like him?
He glanced sideways at the rest of his classmates in the classroom, trying to avoid eye contact, but every time his eyes met one of them, they would throw him flirtatious glances, smiles that lasted a second too long, or even give him cheeky little winks that threw him off balance. It was as if he had become the most desired boy in school in a moment, as if all those previously indifferent glances were now loaded with intentions, with promises that made his pulse race.
At lunchtime, he decided to avoid the hustle and bustle and overwhelming interest, so he took refuge in a corner of the courtyard, trying to stay out of Elizabeth's reach. He had seen her looking for him, her eyes scanning the halls with amusement and hunger. She wasn't content; even after everything that had happened in the classroom, she seemed eager for more. But Andrés couldn't stop thinking about her boyfriend: that idiot he had always considered a threat, who now felt like a time bomb if he were to find out anything.
He tried to distract himself, lost in his thoughts, but that constant nervousness only made his skin burn more; deep down, the feeling of being the center of that sudden female desire ignited something inside him. Despite the fear and the danger, there was a part of Andrés that couldn't help but want to let himself go and discover how far it would all take him.
Andrew thought that perhaps all this sudden attention could be more than just a game of glances and furtive smiles. He could take advantage of it. His grades hadn't been going so well lately, and that had him worried, but now a tantalizing idea was beginning to form in his mind. He thought of his math teacher, Alejandra. She was 34 years old, a full-fledged milf. Married, with a son, but that only increased her appeal in Andrés's eyes.
Tall and slender, Alejandra moved with a confidence that radiated power and sensuality. Her dresses were always tight, hugging every curve and revealing that shapely ass that Andrés had admired more times than he could admit. Her red hair was a striking fire that contrasted with her glasses, always on the verge of sliding down her nose as she taught at the board. There was something about the way her lips moved when she explained equations that made Andrés's mind wander to much less academic places.
It wasn't the first time Andrew had fantasized about her. More than one class had ended with him staring in rapt attention at the way she walked back and forth across the classroom, wishing those high heels would click toward him, those eyes behind those glasses would look at him in that way that girls were starting to do now. Maybe, he thought, he could use all of this for something more than just a hallway fling. Maybe Alejandra could also fall under this newfound charm that seemed to surround him, and her grades—well, her grades could improve more interestingly.
Andrew smiled at the thought.
Andrés shook his head, trying to dispel the idea that had begun to burn in his mind. He knew he shouldn't, that it was dangerous, that any wrong move could ruin everything... or did that risk not make the idea even more irresistible? He bit his lip, looking for excuses to justify what he was about to do, trying to silence the throbbing of his conscience. His grades were plummeting, he repeated to himself, and this was an opportunity he couldn't waste.
That twisted but tempting thought served as a perfect excuse to let himself be carried away by the plan that was beginning to form in his mind, a plan that no longer seemed like just a harmless fantasy.
Andrés felt an overwhelming heat take control of every fiber of his body. His thoughts, increasingly charged with a feverish desire, immersed him in the anticipation of that last class. In his mind, he couldn't stop recreating the moment, feeling Alejandra's presence as if she were already attached to his body as if he could feel the softness of her skin and the touch of her breath nearby.
He knew exactly how he would look at her, how his eyes would scan every subtle and powerful curve of his teacher, with the intensity of someone who delights in a forbidden delicacy. The image of her, tall and elegant, her dresses enveloping that round and firm rear that he desired with fury, made him clench his fists, contain his desire. He imagined the moment when his gaze would meet hers, and his heart beat strongly at the thought of what her eyes could convey to him: a veiled interest, a spark of provocation that he would read without hesitation.
Andrés spent the rest of the day as if in a kind of feverish trance, aware of every look, and every smile of his companions, but avoiding falling into temptation. He kept his gaze down, eyes fixed on anything but the blatant advances of the girls around him as if every second held a promise he didn't want to reveal until the precise moment. Every time desire hit him hard, he suppressed it, knowing that what he wanted was at the end of the day, in the last math class.
So he let the hours pass, ignoring the seductive glances, the laughter around him, even the jokes of his friend Christopher, who noticed how strange he was behaving until finally that moment arrived. The other students gathered their backpacks and left the classroom, their voices fading into the hallways. Andrés, however, remained in his seat, moving slowly as he packed his things. He was in no hurry; in fact, every second in the empty classroom made him throb with anticipation, made him feel the blood burning beneath his skin, increasing the intensity of what was coming next.
His notebook was still open in front of him, but his eyes weren't seeing the notes. Instead, he was focused on her, on Alejandra, who was at her desk, reviewing some tests without suspecting the hidden intention in Andrés's gaze. With each passing second, his breathing became slower, and more controlled, his eyes scanning her with an unspeakable desire.
Alejandra focused on her papers, didn't notice how he watched every little movement, the light brush of her fingers as she turned the pages, the way her lips pursed as she reviewed, the way her crossed legs rested, tense, revealing the soft contour of her thighs under the desk. The evening light gave her a soft glow, highlighting every line of her figure and awakening in Andrés a hunger that had been difficult to control all day.
Finally left alone with her in the empty classroom, the atmosphere seemed to be charged with something electric, something palpable that he could feel in his chest, in the heat that throbbed with each second.
Andrew approached slowly, holding the notebook in his hands as an excuse, his steps echoing in the empty classroom while Alejandra continued to be immersed in the tests she was reviewing. Her breathing accelerated as the distance between them shortened; each step was charged with intention, with a growing tension that he savored as the prelude to something inevitable.
When he was close enough, he cleared his throat softly, his voice barely a whisper when he spoke. "Teacher, I have a problem," he said, setting the notebook down on the desk with a determined touch.
Alejandra looked up, and seeing Andrew so close, her face showed a subtle surprise, something that turned into a slight blush that colored her cheeks. Her expression was professional, but something in her eyes betrayed a trembling, almost shy curiosity. "Sure, tell me, what do you need?" she replied, trying to regain her composure, although her voice was a little softer than usual.
Andrew nodded, without taking his gaze from hers, his eyes fixed, intense. Without breaking eye contact, with a confident and almost defiant calm, he brought his hands to his belt and, in a single determined movement, let his pants fall to the floor, revealing all his hardness.
Andrew let out a soft moan, his eyes locked on Alejandra's, watching the blush spread across her cheeks as she took control, more confident with every second. The intensity in her gaze consumed him, and he leaned into her, his breathing heavy, eager, letting his lips brush her neck, a subtle touch that drew a stifled gasp from her.
Alejandra felt her body respond uncontrollably, her fingers sliding, exploring every inch of him. Every movement was a tease, a forbidden game she knew she had to stop, but the heat she felt in her chest, in her belly, led her to surrender, to let herself be guided by desire.
"I want to solve all your problems, Andrew..." she said, her voice soft, and Andrew smiled with an intensity that only increased the tension between them.
Alejandra let out a soft gasp as his hands moved forward, firm and slow, tracing every inch of Andrewwith an implicit reverence, as if each pulse, each beat under his fingers caught her more. Heat radiated between them, the small space of that classroom turned into a corner where time stopped, and where each forbidden touch became more inevitable.
His fingers traced a downward path until his nails stopped at the base of that throbbing hardness, a dark and untamed candy that trembled in time with his touches. The moisture grew between her legs, her own pussy responding without reservation, pulsing, pleading, and hungry. Alejandra felt the heat that invaded her, spreading like fire to her hips, where the flesh pulsed with an irresistible urgency, enveloping her in a wave of pleasure and anxiety.
Every inch of her skin seemed to have become hypersensitive, from the curve of her thighs to her belly, which now reacted in a brutal, anxious way. She imagined the moment when that hardness would sink inside her, deep inside, touching every fiber of her interior. The thought made her shudder, and her breathing, heavy and labored, filled the empty classroom.
With a slow and seductive gesture, she slid her hand lower, her fingers sliding delicately to the tip and tracing soft circles. Her touch was a silent promise, a hint that made him harden even more. Inside, the heat of her own body throbbed in synchrony with the hardness between her hands, a flare of need that burned her reason and left her more and more exposed, soaked, and willing.
Alejandra breathed raggedly, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she looked at Andrés with wide eyes, somewhere between temptation and modesty. Her hands shook as she slowly slid them down the hot thickness in front of her, each second making her lose more composure. Her mouth parted, a confession of what she truly felt, though her voice came out as a strangled whisper.
"Do you… do you like this, Andrew?" she murmured, her voice shaky but filled with an almost desperate curiosity. It was as if she needed to reassure herself, to seek from him an approval that would give her permission to continue. Her breathing became erratic as her fingers circled the base, the heat emanating from it making her even wetter and more eager, feeling her pussy throb, tight and pleading, a ravenous hunger she had never experienced before.
She bit her lip, swallowing, trying to contain herself, as a drop of sweat ran down her neck. Her gaze lifted, catching him, and in her expression, there was a subtle, barely perceptible plea, a desperate need that she couldn't hide.
"Is... is it okay if I keep going?" she asked, her voice an almost choked murmur, filled with that strange mix of shyness and dark longing, her eyes shining with suppressed desire as she continued to caress every inch of him.
Andrew smiled, his eyes burning as he looked at Alejandra, caught between desire and the shame evident on her flushed cheeks. "Yes, Alejandra... keep going," he whispered in a deep voice, encouraging her, letting his words slide slowly, filled with an authority that ignited something even deeper in her.
Alejandra looked down, her lips trembling as she moved closer until she felt his heat close to her face. With a timid but inescapable slowness, she stuck her tongue out, brushing the tip of that throbbing hardness, feeling the initial taste, salty and heady, slide into her mouth. Shame and need mixed in her chest, growing deeper as her lips parted around him, her eyes closing with a contained sigh escaping her as she felt him fill her mouth.
The texture and heat caught her, her lips sliding slowly, surrounding him as she took him deeper, her tongue exploring every inch, every pulse of desire she felt hardening between her lips. A feverish heat began to course through her body, and her pussy pulsed, wet, growing more and more soaked with every inch that slid into her mouth.
Andrew let out a low moan, his hand caressing Alejandra's hair, his fingers entwining with the strands as she took him deeper, without pause, her tongue exploring in a timid but delicious way. With each movement, she felt the shame disappear, replaced by raw submission, by the need to please him without restraint.
Andrew looked down at her, eyes narrowed with dark intensity as his hand tangled in Alejandra's hair, guiding her deeper, making her take him down her throat. His control became dominant, lightly tugging at her hair, setting a slow but relentless pace, and Alejandra could only let herself go, her eyes filled with desire, surrendered, swallowing every inch he offered her.
Each thrust filled her mouth, her lips stretching around his hardness as a line of saliva began to escape from the corner, sliding down her chin. The sound of her wet mouth enveloping him, sucking with desperate submission, filled the empty classroom, mixed with her soft moans escaping between labored breaths.
Losing herself in the intensity of that moment, one of Alejandra's hands slid down to her throbbing pussy, her fingers working their way through her wetness as she caressed it, feeling the heat that had been building between her legs. With each thrust into his mouth, his fingers played with herself, sinking inside her, seeking to quench that deep, pulsing, increasingly urgent need.
Andrew increased the pace, his hips thrusting harder, sinking into her mouth mercilessly, her low moans mingling with his own, as he watched Alejandra give herself over completely, lost in lust, her mouth full and her own fingers working feverishly, moving faster and faster, seeking the same relief he was giving her.
Andrew gently tugged on her hair, pulling his hardness from her swollen, wet mouth, letting a trickle of saliva fall from her parted lips as she breathed heavily, her eyes clouded with desire. With a firm, commanding gaze, he motioned her toward the desk. "Lie back, Alejandra… I want to see you," he ordered, his voice low, heavy with a desire that echoed in the silence of the classroom.
Alejandra, trembling with anticipation, obeyed without a word, awkwardly climbing onto the desk and leaning back against its cold surface, her trembling legs slowly opening as she revealed her wet, throbbing pussy, absolutely surrendered to him. Her hands, as if they couldn't wait, moved up to her breasts, fondling them eagerly, squeezing each curve as her hardened nipples slipped between his fingers.
Andrew wasted no time. He leaned between her legs, his mouth finding the warmth of her center with a primal hunger, his lips enveloping her clit and his tongue pressing hard. Each movement drew moans from Alejandra's mouth, high-pitched and desperate, as her back arched, her hands moving down to grip the edges of the desk and then up again to caress her breasts and play with her nipples, feeling her entire body respond to the rhythm he set between her legs.
Andrew tongue explored relentlessly, licking and sucking every soaked fold, savoring her taste and enjoying every shudder he caused in her. The pressure of his tongue, along with the soft bites he gave around her clit, made her moan uncontrollably, her body completely surrendered, her hips moving against his mouth, begging for more.
Andrew buried his face even deeper between her open legs, his tongue sliding intense, wet circles around Alejandra's throbbing clit, tasting her without reservation. Her moans became more intense, overflowing, as her hips shook to the rhythm of each lick he gave, his mouth enveloping her mercilessly. Her taste was a vice, warm and salty, and each reaction he drew from her body pushed him to go further.
"For God's sake... Andrew," she panted, her hands gripping the edges of the desk, her knuckles white as she gave herself completely to the pleasure he caused her. "No... don't stop," she murmured brokenly, a tremor of need running through her from head to toe. Her moans grew louder and louder, filling the empty classroom as Andrew continued to explore every corner of her hot, wet pussy, his tongue firm and relentless, delighting in how she trembled on the verge of delirium.
Alejandra couldn't resist; His hands returned to her breasts, squeezing them tightly as his fingers grazed the hard, sensitive nipples, pulling and rubbing them like an addict to her pleasure, losing herself in the unbridled rhythm of Andrew tongue. Each new touch of his was an electric shock, a shiver that made her arch even further against his mouth, her body crying out for everything he gave her. The desperation in her moans increased, her clit swollen between Andrew fierce attentions, his tongue moving with devastating precision.
With each movement of his mouth, Andrew let out low grunts of satisfaction, feeling Alejandra's wetness pooling on his tongue and chin, an intense burn that motivated him to dive even deeper into her. He plunged two fingers deep into her soaked pussy, moving them hard and fast, feeling the tightness of her insides squeezing every inch, while his mouth didn't leave her clit, licking and sucking with a cruel precision that disarmed her.
"Ahhh... yes, keep going like that... like that!" she cried out, her breathing growing more erratic, her fingers still tangled in her nipples as her body surrendered to Andrew' absolute control. Her hips moved against his mouth, keeping pace with his fingers filling her relentlessly, her inner walls throbbing around him, ever closer to climax.
Andrew felt Alejandra's moans grow higher, almost a desperate chant that filled the classroom and bounced off the walls, each sound a plea that made him move more intensely. His fingers deepened each thrust inside her, brushing the most sensitive spots inside her, while his tongue continued to play with her clitoris, alternating between long licks and precise circles that made her shudder without remedy.
Alejandra was lost, her body shaken by waves of pleasure that left her breathless, her head turned back, eyes closed as her hands traveled back to her pussy, her fingers touching his, guiding them, asking for more. Her skin burned, the desire so intense that she could not contain herself, and her hips moved instinctively, seeking to fill herself, seeking a satisfaction she could barely reach.
"More... please don't stop..." she panted, barely managing to speak between her moans, her voice an urgent whisper, needing everything Andrew was giving her and more. Andrew responded without hesitation, increasing the speed of his fingers, feeling Alejandra's walls contract around them, getting closer and closer to the edge. He pulled his fingers out momentarily, only to soak them in his mouth before sinking them back into her, enjoying how her body trembled under his touch, sucking them hard as his tongue once again attacked her most sensitive spot.
Alejandra was completely undone, her body moving uncontrollably against him, her legs shaking as she felt the pleasure overtake her, exploding in waves that left her breathless, a powerful, searing orgasm that ran through her entire body, drawing a cry of pure pleasure from her, her hips arching and her walls clenching intensely around Andrew' fingers.