The young man was slightly embarrassed. He could not hide his erection. He responded, It was nice meeting you ma….. I mean….. Wendy” His eyes qu...ickly glanced down to her cleavage before he left the office.Wendy smiled to herself thinking “I still got it. Someones hot for teacher.” For so long she had hidden her lust for certain male students out of professional propriety. But now that retirement was imminent, she took a few risks. Wendy felt a bit wicked turning the 18 year old on. He was close. Perhaps ‘a little’ is the wrong phrase… I used to fantasize about Cypress all the time. ‘Hey?’ I’m staring at him – we’ve stopped kissing apparently. ‘What?’ I ask. ‘What’re you thinking about?’ ‘I’ve never done this before.’ Am I nervous? No. Curious. I suppose he is too. I shove him over to the bed and pull my shirt off – he gives the bra a double-take. ‘Like it?’ He takes his shirt off – there’s still a bandage on his shoulder, but most of his cuts are healing nicely. I’m very aware of. I could barely breathe with the overwhelming passion I experienced, and I gasped as my pussy spasmed, and I called out, AHHHHHHHH. That woke me, to find Julies hands busy in my cunt, working me through an earthshaking orgasm. I saw you were having a sex dream, she said when I finished bucking and moaning and I didnt think youd mind if I tried to help. I certainly didnt, and told her so. Thinking about Pump, she asked? I couldnt tell her what I was really dreaming about, so I said, no, I was. He reached his hand up my dress and began rubbing me through my underwear. I was a little drunk and started responding to his touch. He moved my panties aside and started rubbing his fingers between my lips. It felt good, but I could also feel myself tensing up. He shoved a finger inside me and I tensed up even more. He tried to fuck me with that finger, thinking i would quickly loosen up. But the longer he touched me, the less aroused I became.”“‘What’s wrong with you girl?” he said. “Don’t.