By: Londebaaz Chohan

It was strange but still innocent. Ms. Alize and her teacher Mr. Austin Gibbs; always cracked goofy jokes and other such stuff, pushing the limits of the propriety whenever she came to help him. Mr. Gibbs was a teacher of Statistics at Langley High School and Alize was inspiring to be a teacher. She tried to do the finest job as an intern with him for the best learning possible. The most honest fact was that Alize was fucking her teacher or should it be said that he was fucking Alize, more than the help he could give her to be a teacher few years from today. Sometimes it did feel wrong what they were doing. It was very wrong but incredibly good and delightful too. Most often than not he soared on the dangerous edge with the jokes and Alize also liked it that way, daunting him to go over.

One day it happened. They were in his office and it was plenty late hour already completing the progress reports by filling the correct circles on the computerized forms. They talked about their lives, future plans, hobbies and much more. Mr. Gibbs was almost 30 not married yet and in between girlfriends. In spite of all the flirting and the filthy dirty hints and overtones and both knowing the desires; the only question was who would dare. Finally, it was a very subtle change.

She purposely crossed her legs, uncrossed and crossed them again in her soft skirt and rolling her neck from side to side.

Sir Gibbs noticed and asked, “Tired” looking concerned.

Alize, yawned like a hippo and nodded, stretching her body. She admitted that it could be worse as most teachers made the interns to do all the tiring work but at least Mr. Gibbs, not only helped along but also was fun to work with. Mr. Gibbs, acknowledged with a smile; damn what a killer smile and also stretched himself saying that fun was the best part and he would never exclude her from that.

Alize also appreciated him and he knew already what she said. Then, without saying a word, he came and stood behind her sliding his big hands over Alize’s shoulders, kneading and squeezing there. Absolutely losing all the control, she moaned, rolled her neck back and forth as she muttered, “O’ my God! It feels awesome”. Mr. Gibbs knew, how she felt and began kneading, massaging her muscles as she relaxed and felt the hard muscles of his stomach touching her along with his belt buckle. Alize almost could anticipate, what was going to happen and her body was tingling being eager. She moaned softly filling the room with sexy over tone much before she was actually made to bend over the desk. She did not object or protest when his hands came down and began to undo her blouse buttons. As a matter of fact, she made sure to arch her back a bit to show her eagerness. Mr. Gibbs’ hands slid inside her bra and began working her tits and nipples just as hard as he did her shoulders, making her squeal as she shifted her position a little in the chair and tilted her head to look at him behind her. Was Mr. Gibbs, already anticipating as he quickly leaned below and kissed her lips, sucked her tongue too.