1 comments/ 14654 views/ 12 favorites Senior Fling Ch. 01 By: dd2300 I walked into my film studies class as I did three days a week. My teacher was Mr. Messner; if you can call him a teacher. He just received his Masters in History studying abroad and he came back and the principal offered him a job teaching history. And to be brutally honest, our last history teacher was fired for having child porn on his classroom computer and asking students for pictures in order to 'remember names and faces better'. Aaand he was the principal's son. So if you want to call him a teacher, by all means please do. The freshman respected him as a teacher because he was the best one in the school, but us seniors didn't really see him as a teacher after all of five minutes. Every senior, all 120 of us, had him as a history teacher. I, however, was lucky enough to have him in the only other class that he taught. So even with our block schedule, I had class with him two hours every single day. And to my friends' confusion, I loved him. He had a way about his teaching, that he was such a little nerd. He knew absolutely everything there was to know about history. And the way he presented himself about it, with such passion and enthusiasm. I have always been into nerdy guys and he was right up my alley. It was no surprise to my friends that I had the fattest crush on him. But what I couldn't control my admiration over, was his fondness of movies in our film studies class. I had applied to a university in Southern California for their screen writing program and it was so refreshing to have my love for movies met with reciprocation. He turned me on to so many new movies in our class; Lord of the Rings in particular. I had always heard about the series and knew roughly what it was about, but I had never seen them before. In the syllabus there were two class periods dedicated to watching the first movie but he spent the first two class periods just going over the movie and the premise. He drew out a map of the land on the whiteboard and I knew all about elves, orcs, and the histories of all species before we even watched the series. I went on for months about how much I loved the way he talked about it and the way his eyes lit up and his voice fluctuated and his hands exclaimed his assertions. Without having known anything about the movies, I was thrilled to start. We were now in the first month of my last semester of high school and life was good. I had great friends and I had a great boyfriend. We had started dating about six months ago and we were so happy together. We had several classes together, but I had no friends in my film studies class so it was easy for me to pay attention to my teacher and fantasize about meeting him outside of school and how I would seduce him. And when I say fantasize, I mean that in the most literal sense. Even if I had met him outside of class, there's no way I could ever seduce him. Or anyone for that matter. I'm sexually active, but by no means am I sexually driven. I've had sex with a few different guys, but I never really found my groove with it all. I was hoping my current boyfriend, Curtis, would be able to help me get out of my rut. I took my seat in my usual back seat of the classroom. As a senior, the back row was reserved for me. I honestly did spend most days watching the movies and listening to Mr. Messner. But today we were watching Momento; a great movie but one I've already seen. One that is really only one you can watch once and really enjoy it. As soon as he started the movie I turned the brightness down on my phone and started replying in my group text of friends. Mary: I can't stand this math class. June can't come fast enough! Fiona: Omg let's trade places. Come take my spot in AP Bio!! Beth: Math is easy. Especially with Ms. Brady. You don't even have to do the homework and you can still pass. Fiona: Yeah your math class is so easy Mary stfu Me: Well you all know I'm loving my class!! ;) Fiona: OMG!! Beth: LOL you perv Me: Lol he's just so cute Beth: Omg but I can't believe Curtis called you about it over the break! Mary: Yeah, we never really talked about that! How has class been since we came back? Me: Omg, don't even get me started... Do I really talk about him that much, guys?? Fiona: Well it might not be the amount that you talk about him, but the WAY you talk about him! Mary: Especially the way your eyes can't leave him in history class Beth: Curtis is always watching you like a hawk Beth: But Professor Messner totes knows you're in love with him! Me: NO HE DOES NOT!! Mary: He does... Beth: He really does Fiona: Yeah, he does. He always stares at you like wtf are you looking at LOL Beth: Yeah! Or he picks on you and always asks you questions when we're all talking. He never calls any of us out. Just you Beth: True Me: Well do you think that means he wants me!?? Haha jk Beth: You should make a move! Me: And when would I have that chance?? When Curtis is sitting right next to me watching my every move!? Fiona: Lol Amanda he totally does watch your every move in that class! Me: Right?? Beth: And ever since we got back he always calls on you more now Fiona: Lol I think it's the same amount. Always as usual Mary: Lol true!! Me: Omg guys. I've already seen this movie so it's a waste of two hours. Beth, can you send me a picture of the stats homework?? Beth: Lol you really think I did that?? Fiona: Beth is the last person to ask. I will trade you stats homework if you help me with my AP Bio homework. I don't know why you didn't keep all of your stuff from last year!! Me: Deal Fiona! Let's work on it at lunch Mary: Yeah right lunch is a no homework zone we won't be doing that. You can wait until after school! Me: You know I have softball right after class!! Fiona: Sucks to suck!! I saw a bunch of "LOLs" before I saw a hand come down over my phone screen. Mr. Messner had worked his way to the back of the classroom and took my phone right out of my hands. My jaw dropped and I looked up at him and he just had a smirk on his face. He bent down and whispered in my ear, "You can get it back after school today" and walked away briskly. He walked back over to his desk and put it in his drawer and gave me a quick glance with a little smirk on his face before turning straight back to the projection on the wall of the movie. The rest of the class went by so slowly as I had to watch a suspenseful movie when I already knew the ending. I leaned my chin onto my palm and watched the movie in complete and utter boredom. Every couple of minutes I looked around the walls of the classroom trying to distract myself to make time go by faster. It felt as if someone was watching me and I scanned the classroom until my eyes met with Mr. Messner. I gave him an annoyed face and he gave me an equally disgusted face as if offended that I wasn't watching the movie. As soon as the bell rang, I stood up and began walking over to Mr. Messner's desk when a sea of under classmen rushed to his desk to ask him questions about our year end project. He had to force an excited look on his face to prolong his explanation and keep me waiting. After a couple of minutes I caught on to his game and walked out of the classroom and into the quad where my friends and I normally sit. "Hey did your phone die?" Mary asked as I sat down with my lunch. "No! Mr. Messner took my phone and he won't give it back until after school!" I replied angrily trying to conceal any laughter or grinning. "Are you serious?? He's never taken anyone's phone" Fiona chimed in. "I know, I've never seen him take anyone's phone. Maybe it's just an excuse to get me alone after class!" I said with the most taunting tone in my voice. "In your dreams!" They all seemed to yell in unison and we all laughed together. "Okay, no more, Curtis is coming" I said as quietly as possible. Curtis and his three friends came and sat down next to all of us. "Hey babe" "Hi" I said and I leaned in and gave him a peck on the lips. Curtis' friends, Andrew, Michael, and Greg always sat with us. Michael was trying to get hooked up with Fiona. They both had AP Bio and Calculus together and really were a match made in heaven but Michael was always too afraid to make a move on her. The most he had ever done was sit next to her every day and he put his arm around her one day when it was cold. "Did you get my text I sent you?" Curtis asked looking up at me as I took a bite from my sandwhich. I shook my head and swallowed my bite trying to conceal any embarrassment or nervousness. "No, my phone got taken away. I have to go get it from the office after class." I looked away over towards my Fiona and Beth that were sitting across from me. "Mr. Messner took your phone away?" Curtis asked accusatory with jealousy in his voice. My eyes widened as I was still looking towards my friends. Fiona almost jumped out of her skin and yelled, "Yeah, but guess why!" Everyone looked puzzled at her and she took that as them asking her why. "She forgot to turn her brightness down!" She said and all of my friends quickly joined in her laughter and excuse to diffuse any problems that might arise with Curtis' question. I put my hands on my forehead and faced down on the table as if to be embarrassed. Curtis put his arm around me and scooted me in closer to him, laughing at me. The mood was suddenly lifted and we had no jealous boyfriends. But my mind couldn't get off Mr. Messner. Well, more than usual. His hand had been so forceful and quick as if he expected me to beg him for my phone back. Would he just give it to me right away when I got in his classroom? Would he lecture me or be mad that I disrupted his class? Had I set a bad example for the under classmen? All I knew was I hated not having my phone. My last class of the day was my religion class. Which was the worst class of my entire life. Not that I don't appreciate the lessons that are taught or learning about the bible, or how the teachers managed to incorporate everyday life into religion. It was the close mindedness of my teachers and the fact that I really was not interested and didn't care at all. No offense, Jesus. The class drug on for what seemed like six hours. As soon as the bell rang, I power walked over to Mr. Messner's classroom. I had to get to softball practice right after class and I knew if I wasn't there soon Beth would wait up for me. As I reached his classroom in the far corner on the second floor of our school building, I reached for the door handle and it was locked. Seriously? I know he just got finished teaching. I'm a little ashamed to know that he just got done, but I do know it. I waited outside of his classroom just standing there, fiddling my thumbs. Normally in this situation I would have my phone to look at to waste time. But now I don't have that and I was left just standing there. So I waited. I watched as all of the students emptied the hallways as you would expect teenagers to do so on a Friday afternoon. I soon watched as teachers wondered away as well. I walked to the other side of the hallway to a clock on the wall to check the time. 3:35. I had been waiting here for over a half an hour and surely was too late to join my softball practice this late. I debated leaving and going the entire weekend without my cell phone, but I knew that wouldn't work. I've been on thin ice with Curtis since he had called me out on being overly infatuated with my teacher. Over the winter break we were at a large party all hanging out and after a few drinks we started playing Marry, Fuck, Kill with our teachers. We all took turns but for on my second turn, my friends included Mr. Messner again after I had already chose to marry him. After giving him the same position, Curtis snapped. "What the fuck is up with you and him, Amanda? Seriously. Are you fucking him?" The room tensed up and my friends were holding their breath and I looked at him shocked. "What the fuck Curtis? He's the best teacher at school. And the youngest so it only makes practical sense to marry him." I was talking out of my ass and everyone knew it. "That's bullshit and you know it. Are you fucking him, Amanda!?" He raised his voice and stood up glaring down at me. I stood up to meet his eye contact and guided him towards a private room. "You need to calm down, Curtis. What has gotten into you?" I said as I tried to calm him down. There was a rage in his eyes that I had never seen before. A primal like instinct had taken over him and I was afraid. I was afraid, but I was also getting butterflies in my stomach. Seeing him so upset about the idea of me with another man was exciting to me. But I assured him even still, "I'm not interested in anyone else but you, babe." I placed my hands on his shoulders pulling him in for a hug. As soon as I did that, he shoved my arms aside and pushed me backwards. "You fucking bitch, you are fucking him aren't you!" He said as he pushed me backwards with his chest and towering size. I pleaded with him to stop and kept denying his accusations. I may have wished that I was involved with him, but I really wasn't. He pushed me again, harder this time and I fell to the floor against the wall. I was on the floor and he was walking back towards me when Mary had walked in, concerned when she heard the thump of my fall. Curtis was towering over me as if he was about to charge me. As soon as he heard the door open he quickly sat beside me and placed his hand on my knee to make it look as if we were talking out our problems. That was the first time I had experienced anything like that with Curtis, but it wasn't... Before I could even finish my flashbacks or thoughts I heard shoes coming around the corner of the hallway. I was now sitting on the floor outside of Mr. Messner's classroom. I lost track of time and had no idea how long I had been waiting out here. My mind was rattled by all of the emotions that were coming back up and I had to remember why I was waiting. I saw Mr. Messner come around the corner jingling his keys in his pocket with a cup of coffee, with some pep in his step. I stood up to greet him and wiped off anything from the ground that could have been left from the ground. He had a smirk on his face that I had never seen before. At this point, I didn't really notice. I was just focused on getting my phone back to at least see what time it was. "Ah, Miss Amanda. It's nice to see you waited for me." He said as he approached closer. "Well, you didn't give me much choice." He looked me straight in the eyes with fire as he pulled out his keys and opened the door. He signaled me in and he followed behind. He began to close the door behind him, "Now what was so important on your phone earlier today? We were watching a great movie." "Oh, it wasn't important. I had just seen the movie before. Memento is one of those movies that's the best the first time you watch it." He gave a look of approval. I spun around to face him as he walked away from the door over to his desk. There was an awkward silence as he stopped right in the middle of the classroom and turned around as if with a sudden great idea. "It wasn't because you were talking about me, was it?" He turned and faced me with a comical look on his face. "Oh no, my friends and I were just talking about trading homework over the weekend." I said shrugging and turning red as soon as I had. As if that was a better answer. I couldn't even lie to him. I had to tell him the truth as embarrassing as it was. He nodded his head and walked over to his desk and pulled out my phone from his drawer. He raised it up and signaled me to come over to get it from him. I walked over, as confidently as I could, and I made it to the front of his desk without tripped over my feet at all; a feat that I was actually impressed with. He held it out and I looked up in his eyes for approval. He didn't move so I reached my hand up to grab it, when suddenly he pulled it back and looked up to the ceiling all nonchalantly as if he had a brilliant idea. "I'm not entirely sure that you've learned your lesson, Amanda." He said with a small smile on his face. My head tilted to the side in confusion and I was speechless. "Well I won't use my phone again in class. It was just because of this movie and I have a softball tournament this weekend and two tests on Monday morning. It won't happen again." I said red in the face again, trying to convince him. "And you've seen the movie before? You could tell me the sequins of pictures he uncovers in the movie?" He said as he looked deep into my eyes. "Umm I think so." I really had no idea if I could. I honestly hadn't seen the movie in a year or two. But I remembered how it ended. "Okay. Close your eyes and picture the movie from the beginning to the end and give me your list." I closed my eyes as he told me to and I focused on remembering. I didn't focus on anything else besides my memory. I didn't hear any movement from around me. Everything was still and all I heard was my concentration and determination to get it all right. I suddenly felt my arms being taken from their folded position in front of me to behind my back. I was so entranced in my thoughts that I didn't even process it until they had stopped moving and were already behind me. As soon as I realized what was happening it was too late. I heard a clamp and pulled my arms apart but they were restricted together. I felt a cold metal on my wrists and heard the clanking of what had to be handcuffs. My back stiffened and I shot straight up, not being able to think about anything in that moment. "What are you doing, Mr. Messner?" I asked in almost a whisper. Why would he keep handcuffs in his drawer? Mr. Messner closed any gap that separated us and he pressed into my behind. He placed his arms on my shoulders and slid them down to my elbows. He brought his head right up to mine and whispered in my ear, "I know you want me, Amanda." He just continued to touch my arms and press into my backside but didn't wander anywhere else. I felt my heart beating out of my chest and my center was beginning to throb like it never had before. His touch sent a shiver down my body and I know he noticed. "Mr. Messner, I don't think this is a good idea." I said as I dropped my head forward in pure ecstasy at the sensation of his breath hitting the back of my neck. "Amanda, I know you want me." He said again, "I can see it in your eyes every day. The way your eyes attract mine and the way you look up to me." My breathing began to get heavier and I tried to slow myself down to conceal any excitement. I was with Curtis and this couldn't happen. "Everyone in our classes can see it. But things have changed since we got back from break. You don't hold your gaze on my every move, you don't sit up and give me your undivided attention, you don't ignore your friends when they try to talk to you anymore. What's changed?" I paused and I didn't know what to say. I wanted this to happen so badly. He was turning me on so badly but I knew I couldn't. Even if I wasn't with Curtis and I wasn't afraid of any consequences, I truly admired and respected my teacher and I wouldn't want to do anything that would jeopardize his life. "I have a boyfriend" I managed to whisper out in the most sheepish way. Mr. Messner tightened his grip on my arms at that. I thought he was jealous that I was with someone else. "Your boyfriend, Curtis? The one that abuses you and manipulates you into staying with him?" There was anger in his voice and I could feel his body get hot at the thought of it. "That's not true!" I exclaimed as frantic as I could. I felt a jerk of my entire body backwards. "Don't lie to me, Amanda." He shook my body and held me tightly. "I've seen your bruises, I know it's from him. I know a lot about you." I looked down at the floor not knowing what to say or do. No one had questioned any discoloration on my body before. I think being an athlete was always excuse enough. Mr. Messner was able to read right through that. I had no idea how, but there was a sense of comfort in it. "I know you want me and you talk about me to all of your friends." My jaw dropped at this statement. He had looked through my phone! "I know you refuse to tell Curtis that you love him. And I know he doesn't satisfy your needs." My cheeks began growing hot and blushed. I had no words to say. It was like he was reaching into the deep depths of my soul and stealing all of my secrets. "And you left quite the internet browser open, my dear." Senior Fling Ch. 01 FUCK! I always surf the web on my phone at night while winding down for bed and last night I was feeling particular horny and was reading my erotic kink stories. He has gotten more intimate with my thoughts than I had let anyone else before. I have never even hinted to anyone ever that I was interested in that kind of lifestyle. My heart was really racing now and I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. If Mr. Messner was like any of the men I had read erotic stories about, I wasn't prepared for what was going to happen next. I was scared shitless and I just wished that I could close my eyes and forget it all. "I want to help you with all of your problems, Amanda. I want to introduce you into this lifestyle that you long for. And I want to rock your body with orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Do you want that?" I couldn't speak. All I could think about was Mr. Messner naked with a huge erect penis out and wanting to pleasure me with it. Did he want to that right now? In his classroom? My breathing grew heavier and heavier and I was no longer here. I could feel myself seep deeper into my sub consciousness. I couldn't answer and I didn't want to. I wasn't here for this; I couldn't handle this right now. Mr. Messner whipped me around and I was brought right back to reality looking into his lustful eyes. "Answer me." He said as he grabbed my jaw with his hand. I still couldn't move or think or talk. I wasn't fully comprehending what was happening. I was dissociating myself from the situation but Mr. Messner kept at it. "I have a boyfriend, Mr. Messner." I whimpered out finally. I wanted this so badly. To experience a sexual fantasy in this wildly unattainable lifestyle and have my first orgasm by my most coveted crush. But I feared for my life if Curtis were to find out if I had fucked him. The thought of his made my heart beat faster and faster and my breathing grew heavier and heavier with it. My eyes were wondering around the classroom doing anything that I could not to look at Mr. Messner. I want to go home, I can't do this. My eyes began to water and I looked to the door longing to exit the classroom and forget about this encounter. I was on my way to a full blown panic attack when I felt Mr. Messner's palm on my cheek. I rested my face in his hand and was on my way back to ease. I looked up at him and he stared straight into my soul and leaned his face in to kiss me. He cusped my face and guided his tongue into my mouth. He was kissing me with so much passion I couldn't help but let out a little moan. I immediately regretted it. I was showing him that I did want him and I did want it like this. As soon as the little sound reached his lips he picked me up and sat me down on his desk with animal like instincts without breaking the kiss. My arms still handcuffed behind my back, I couldn't move myself or oppose anything he did to me. It was exhilarating knowing that he could do just about anything that he wanted to me and there was nothing that I could do about it. And he did just that... He finally broke our kiss and I lunged forward towards him begging him to continue. He quickly reached for my pants and unclasped my button and zippers and ripped them down towards my knee. He pushed my back on the desk and I had no way of regaining any balance or keeping myself from falling over clumsily. I was laid down on the desk, with my arms handcuffed behind me, and my bare naked pussy in front of my teacher. I felt his cool breath on my lips and he sent shivers down my entire body, longing for more than just that. My hips thrusted towards him almost instinctively. He blew on my clit and teased me with nothing but his breath for what felt like ages. Out of nowhere I felt his tongue on my clit, steady and aggressive. Just playing me the way I needed to be. I let out another moan but Mr. Messner didn't miss a beat. He kept at it and increased his speed and pressure. I felt my legs beginning to twitch and I arched my back with pleasure. Even faster and harder he kept working his tongue and showed no mercy. I was trying to focus on my breathing but that wasn't possible. I felt my core beginning to shake and twitch like my legs but there was a burning sensation and I felt it grow and grow. I finally controlled my breathing again as soon as I felt Mr. Messner stick a finger inside of me. He worked his finger on my g spot and kept at my clit. All the while I'm moaning and trying to be as quiet as possible. I try to keep my composure but this is too much for me. I feel my insides explode and a wave of ecstasy washes over me. I closed my eyes and just focused on this amazing feeling. My head was back on the desk and my bellybutton was pushed towards the sky as my back arched instinctively. My muscles clench and I feel electricity flowing through my veins. I feel my center soaking wet and dripping. I'm finally able to comprehend my thought again and there as a problem. My muscles remain tight and I got worried that there was something wrong. It finally processed that Mr. Messner hasn't stopped licking my clit and he was now sticking two fingers inside of me. I look down at him and he is staring right back up at me, with so much fire in his eyes. He is enjoying this more than I am. I'm quickly overcome with the sensation again and push my head back down on the desk. Mr. Messner takes this opportunity to go faster and harder and deliver my second orgasm in a matter of minutes. This one was stronger and more intense than the first. I felt as if my insides fell out of my vagina and I wanted to look down to make sure that I was okay but I couldn't be bothered to open my eyes or look anywhere besides towards the ceiling. My back was arched as far as it could go and my toes were curled and began to cramp up. I let out a primal moan and managed to breathlessly grunt some incoherent words to my teacher. I lay on his desk, my arms still behind my back, with my eyes closed, panting and sweaty and juicy, like I never had been before. I could hear Mr. Messner getting up and fumbling around with some things but I still couldn't open my eyes or move or think. I just laid there in pure ecstasy as my body continued convulsing with light quenches every couple of seconds. I finally opened my eyes and saw Mr. Messner standing up in front of me, examining my body. I still had my shirt on, but somewhere in the mix it had moved down to expose my small tits. There was a look of accomplishment in his eyes, but he still longed for more. I looked up at him with admiration and gratitude. "Are you ready for your punishment now, Amanda?" He kept his thrilled look on his face as mine dropped in disbelief and fear. He could tell my silence that I was confused and scared. "You need to be punished. First for texting in my class and second for denying my advances. And if you're a good girl, I'll fuck your brains out. Does that sound good?" I paused and waited for him to tell me that he was joking. There wasn't much that I could do at this point. I was still handcuffed and he was much bigger and stronger than me. He just stared at me and waited for my response. "No... " I smiled and giggled a little bit to show him I had found out his joke, "We should go before anyone gets worried. I've missed my softball practice and I have plans tonight." I said trying to lift myself up. Mr. Messner pushed me back down by the shoulder and I awkwardly fell on the desk. He gave me a serious look and didn't flinch. He actually was serious... "Mr. Messner..." I mumbled out. I opened my mouth to oppose even more but nothing came out. "You were a bad girl, Amanda. You need to learn your lesson. I can't have you playing on your phone in class and setting a bad example for the other students." He said as he picked me up from my stomach and flipped me over exposing my bare ass to him, my feet not even touching the floor. "And I can't have you lying about wanting me and what you want from me." I laid there in silence, my cheek pressed against the cold wood. I was looking towards the door, still longing to leave. But I'm not sure that I would have left even if I had the chance. My eyes were now watering and I wasn't sure how to feel about what was happening. I heard Mr. Messner open his desk drawer and pull something out. I didn't bother to look, I couldn't have done anything about it even if I wanted to. "Are you ready, Amanda?" I wasn't even processing what was happening and I was in a trace like state and nodded my head to him, not looking back to him. I sat there, anticipating him to spank my ass as hard as he could. There was a moment of silence before I heard a whisking sound in the air just before feeling a sharp sting on my right ass cheek. My entire body shot forward and I let out a loud yelp. I was met with a shush and Mr. Messner grasped my ass just right where he had hit it. I pushed into him to grab it tighter to numb the pain. But it just stung as if he had broke skin and I was exposed to the cold air. This was the worst pain I had ever felt. What is the point of this?? I didn't move and just waited for the next slap to come down. It did as a surprise and he hit the same exact spot again on my ass cheek. My yell was louder than the first one. I knew I had to be quiet but I couldn't control myself. I felt his hand come across my mouth and he whispered into my ear, "If you yell again you'll will get more." I closed my eyes and waited for him to let go. And he did, but not before planting a kiss on the side of my head. As sick as this all is, that was so comforting and I probably would have let him do anything he wanted to at that point. I had no idea how long this was going to go for and I couldn't take much more. I was just starting to regret even coming in here for my phone when another hit came striking down on my ass. My mouth shot open to scream out but nothing came out but hot air. He seemed happy with my obedience and placed his hand on my ass again and rubbed it, as if it was his prized possession. I could feel my pussy begin to throb again at the thought of being on display for Mr. Messner to use and the fact that he was seemed to be so loving. I ignored that sensation and focused on the very real fact that my ass was being whipped with a ruler by my teacher. Just as the thought registered my pussy got wet at the idea and Mr. Messner whipped down again. This time my squeal had become a sensual moan and there was no way that I could fight it. I was prepared for the next smack and my hips were thrusting backwards and begging for more. When I heard him put the ruler away I was almost upset. But I was relieved that my ass wouldn't be taking anymore torture. Mr. Messner moved into me so that his hard cock was bulging through his fabric onto my bare ass. "Was that a moan I heard on that last spank?" He asked me tauntingly. I wasn't in a my trance like state anymore, I had awoken and wanted more from him. But I put my face down against the desk to his my embarrassment. "Do you want me to fuck you now, my dear?" He asked as he placed his fingers back at my entrance. I let out another moan and lifted my head to nod him yes. I heard him undo his pants and I could feel his bare bulge on the bare of my back. He let out a moan and slid his hands up and down my back, as if getting ready for the act ahead. I waited in anticipation. I had wanted this for so long, but it was nothing like I had ever imagined. My breathing was heavy again and I felt y entire body pulsating with need. He finally brought the tip of his penis into my opening and pressed himself inside of me. He was bigger than anything I had ever felt before. He moved inside of me slowly and steady until he was all the way inside of me and I could feel his pelvis against my backside. I let out a moan and he did the same. He felt so good. I've never been able to orgasm from just sex, but I felt close to this once again. As soon as my insides adjusted to his girth and length he began pumping faster and faster. I couldn't control my moans once he began this and I was letting out sounds I had never made before; all a mixture between pleasure, pain, and lust. He began pushing himself faster and faster and I could feel myself glistening with sweat after just a couple of minutes. He was moaning with pleasure more than I was and he was going in and out as fast as he could. I felt close to orgasming again and I could feel himself pulsating inside of me. I felt the waves of energy washing over me yet again and tightening around his erection, giving him the sensations he needed to set himself over the edge as well. I felt his hot loan shoot into me and he collapsed on top of me. We lay like that for several minutes, breathing in unison. He finally stood up and freed my hands from their restraints. It felt so good to be able to move them and I placed them above my head on the desk. I just lay there, trying to calm down and come back to. I had just fucked Mr. Messner. In his classroom. Handcuffed. What just happened? After he had put everything away back into his desk drawer and locked it, he fixed my shirt back down into a presentable position and brought my panties and jeans back up to my middle. Before he finished, he grabbed a Kleenex and cleaned up the mixture of our juices and finished dressing me. I sit lay there, unable and unwanting to move. For some reason, I wanted to stay in this position forever and let Mr. Messner use me however he wanted. "So what are your plans this evening?" He asked coming over to the side of the desk so his crotch was eye level with me. I realized I had to leave and get cleaned up and stood up and looked into his eyes. Was he not even going to talk about what just happened? "Sarah and Ryan are throwing a party tonight. Just going to go over there for a little bit." I said as I looked down, feeling so embarrassed about how childish that must sound to him. "And is Curtis going?" He asked as he was fixing his shirt of any wrinkles that our activities might have caused. "Yeah, he is picking me up at 9." Just then I looked up at the clock and realized it was almost six. I had completely missed my practice and I'm sure my friends were worried about me. "And are you going to fuck him tonight?" He asked piercing into my eyes. I gave him a chuckle, "Not after that." As soon as I said it my face went red and I was in shock and he looked at me with so much excitement. "Would you like to do this again, Amanda?" He was so calm and collected and had a way with presenting himself. I nodded to him and looked at him for approval. I did want to do this again. I wanted to do it again right now. "Good. I've wanted you for so long. Don't make me question whether you want me or not again. And start paying attention in class again, you still have a couple of more months." He began walking over to his desk and pulled out my phone and handed it to me. I took it out of his hands and he walked right up to me. I looked up to him and looked right into his eyes. He planted a kiss on my lips and told me that he'd see me on Monday. I turned around and walked towards the door and looked back at him again. He was gathering his things and looked up at me with a smile so full of love and care. I looked down at the ground and walked out, closing the door behind me. Senior Fling Ch. 02 As I closed the door behind me I looked down at my phone. "Shit!" I said out loud. I had 13 text messages and 4 missed calls. I unlocked my phone and began looking through them as I power walked out to my car. Thankfully one two texts were from Curtis. The missed calls were from Beth. We always meet in the parking lot after class to go to the softball locker room together to get ready for practice. When I didn't answer she started in the group text, debating whether they should contact Curtis or not. I was so relieved when I read that they didn't. In fact, they basically just made jokes about me with Mr. Messner. 'Jokes'... I responded to the group text that my phone had died and I had to go run some errands for my parents. I really did want to tell them all about what just happened, but I knew I couldn't. Then I opened up the text messages from Curtis. He was telling me how excited he was about tonight. Since our one party over Winter break we hadn't really gone out together. I wasn't sure that I was ready to go out anywhere where there was booze with just the two of us. And my friends were supportive of that, always tagging along to be a third or fourth wheel. I was so grateful for them. I rushed home and hopped into the shower and got cleaned up. I couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Messner, but that could have been because I had his juices leaking out of me. Just cleaning myself up from that gave me butterflies and sense of entitlement. That I was now his and no one else could have me. But it only took a second for me to remember that that's not how it really was. That I was really with Curtis and I couldn't tell anyone about Mr. Messner. I wanted do badly to tell my friends, but it took all that I had not to. I knew that I couldn't... It was about 7:30 when I had finished getting ready and my friends were deciding where they wanted to go out to dinner before the party. I didn't respond so they began asking what I wanted to do. Fiona: Amanda, what do you think? Me: I'm actually going to pass on dinner. Curtis is picking me up so I should just stay home. Beth: Wtf just ask him if he can meet you there Fiona: He'll understand Me: No it's fine. I already made dinner here actually. I'll see you guys there!! :) I really did want to go out with them. It was rare that we all got the chance to hang out together outside of school. We all had such busy schedules that it was hard to get everyone together. So I did text Curtis just in case he'd be okay with it. Me: Hey babe, the girls are going out to dinner before Ryan's house. Can I go with them and just meet you there? In less than one minute there was a reply... Curtis: No. I'm picking you up and we're going together. Curtis: Why do you even want to go with them instead of me? Are you meeting guys there? Curtis: We are going together. End of story. I will pick you up at 8:30 now. Be ready or don't go. Me: Okay babe, I just wanted to ask, they all want me to go with them. Just the girls for dinner before the party. That's it. I already told them that I can't but I wanted to check. I'm sorry... No reply from Curtis. He was right though, I already agreed to our plans and it'd be wrong for me to show up with anyone else except him. He was always right and he always looked out for us. I really couldn't wait for him to pick me up. I rifled through the fridge to see what I could whip up for dinner tonight. My parents had left for the night and they didn't leave any money or anything in the fridge. Usually I had leftovers from wherever I went the night before but it looks like my younger brother had already eaten it. All that was left in the fridge was apples, vegetables, and soda. I peaked in the freezer and luckily there was a half-filled box of pizza bites. So nutritious and appropriate for a pre-party. Sure to have no burps or pizza bite vomit. But I ate them anyways as that's all I really had. I looked down at my phone a little after 8 and I had another text message from Curtis which read: I'm on my way, be ready in 15 or tell me not to come. I didn't respond but did a run-through of the house to make sure it was clean and I ran into the bathroom to throw on some lipstick as my final touches. I thought about douching to get Mr. Messner out of my but I knew I didn't have time. I waited outside for Curtis right at the 15 minute mark and he pulled up right on time. I hopped into the car and looked at him so excited to see how he reacted to me. I had put a lot of time and effort into myself tonight. Perhaps it was still the excitement of what had just happened, but it didn't matter. I closed the car door and looked over at him and watched him eyeball me. "You look hot, you better stay by my side all night." He looked back at the road and drove away. "I will babe", I said looking over at him, waiting for him to turn to me and plant a loving kiss on my lips. His eyes never left the road and I scooted back into a normal, comfortable position in my seat to watch our way to the party. It was about a 20 minute drive and he let me control the radio on the way there. I turned the radio onto a love song where I looked over at him, fishing for a loving gaze back. I saw the disgusted look on his face and quickly changed the station to something I knew he would like. We drove to the party in silence and I was relieved when we finally reached Ryan's house. Curtis parked the car on the side of the street just a little bit past the house. And when I say house I really mean mansion. That's what the house really was. The only benefit of going to a small school of rich, preppy kids was that their parents left town all the time and left their booze collection unattended. I had grown fond of sparkling wine and whiskey, completely different than most of my classmates. Curtis and I walked into the huge house, one of the first to arrive. Sara was Ryan's girlfriend and she was clearly already drunk. She greeted me like we were best friends even though we barely talked at school. I went along with it without flinching. For some reason I felt like I was faking who I was and my intentions just as much as this girl. I knew her actions weren't genuine and soon my turned to the same. She ran to me so excited and embraced me in a hug. I hugged her back just as tightly and I saw Curtis walk over to Ryan and hand him a beer. Sara saw my eyes escape to them and she asked me what I wanted to drink. "I'm fine with whatever." I told her. She put her arm around me and leaned her face in close to mine, "Let's go down to the cellar and pick something out." I mumbled an 'okay' to her and off we were. I looked back towards Curtis to see that he was flipping through the TV remote to find the right channel. After helping Sara get down the stairs to the huge wine cellar she told me to pick out whatever I wanted. I looked through the bottles, amazed at what I saw. We all lived near Napa Valley, but I seemed to be the only one who really knew the difference between wine and other alcohol. I looked through the cellar, pulling out bottles and observing them slightly. I could tell the difference between a nice bottle and a cheap bottle, but for this situation, I'm sure a cheap bottle is best. "Do you know what they have several bottles of?" I asked, referring to Ryan's parents. I didn't want to take anything that they only had one of and would notice gone. I also didn't want to overstep my bounds. "Oh they don't even know what they have down here! Pick whatever you want and come join me down here!" I looked back only to see Sara sitting on the ground looking down at the ground. She was wasted and probably shouldn't drink anymore, even though her party hasn't even started. I, however, was going to take her up on her offer of taking any bottle of wine. I pulled out a bottle of Champagne and found a glass on a table in the order of the room; it wasn't a champagne glass but I really didn't care. I opened it up, poured myself a glass, and sat down next to Sara. I didn't have many friends, so I was at a loss of words for what to say to her. "This is such a great party, Sara!" I exclaimed so excitedly, trying to gulp down my first glass. I wasn't much for gulping fine wine, but I knew this was an emergency. She looked up at me with the biggest smile and brightest eyes, "You think so!?" She almost yelled, "Ryan was worried no one was going to come. I spent so much time telling everyone about and cooking food for us. I just hope it's fun and Ryan has a good time with his friends." As she continued she looked back down towards the floor of the cellar. I had managed to finish my first white-wine-sized glass of champagne before she was done talking. I looked over to her and began speaking until we were looking each other in the eyes, "Sara, Ryan is going to love everything you've done for him! Everyone has been talking about this party for weeks. It's going to be great! Hell, it already is great!" The only excitement I could muster out was the excitement of another glass of wine, which was much needed. She looked up at me and looked so happy. "Let's sit down here and finish that bottle. By the time that we're done everyone else will be here and we'll be ready to par-tay!" She said as she leaned her head against my shoulder. I took her lead and continued through the bottle until I felt a goodd buzz going after three glasses. "Are you ready to head up, Sara? We can get you a glass for this little bit left here in the bottle." I raised the bottle and showed her that there was more than just one glass left and that we should share it. She shook her head as if she was going to puke, "Are you okay??" I asked panicking now. "No, I need a bathroom..." I could see her eyes trying to focus and her mouth beginning to thrust with warning burps. I helped her up and we rushed upstairs, bottle in hand and made it to the bathroom for her to throw up. Thankfully the guest bathroom was right at the top of the stairs and the living room was a couple feet out of sight and Ryan didn't see or suspect a thing. Neither did Curtis. She flopped to the ground right beside the toilet and stuck her head as far as she could get it. I turned on the sink and sat down next to her, lifting up her hair as any good friend would. We were in there for about 15 minutes when she had launched out several rounds of throw up. She finally took her head out of the toilet and sat her cheek on the toilet seat, closing her eyes. I flushed the waste away and pulled her head up to at least put the cover down for her cheek. She sat like that for just a couple of minutes and finally opened her eyes, miserable and guilty. I turned the water off and she tried to get up on her knees, "I need to go back out. I feel so bad. This is Ryan's night and I just ruined it." "No you didn't, Sara! He doesn't even know! You're fine. We're going to get you some mouth wash and we'll get you some food to soak it all up a bit." I helped her to her feet and found some mouth wash under the sink. She was already looking a little bit better, but now I think I was a little drunk after that bottle of wine. But I was able to handle myself much better than she was. As she was cleaning herself up I looked down at my phone. I had been here nearly an hour but it seemed as if I was hiding out. I had several texts from my friends letting me know they were here, then asking where I was, then letting me know that Curtis was upset that I wasn't with him. Sara was ready to head out and I followed her lead. She opened the door and I followed close behind her. We made our way into the kitchen where there were now a couple dozen of our classmates hanging out and drinking, trying to start playing beer pong. As we entered the kitchen and Sara tripped over her own shoes, I helped keep her steady and Ryan ran over to her to see if she was okay. He walked her to the kitchen table and got her some food to eat. As soon as Ryan came to her rescue, Curtis came up to me, "Where have you been??" He said as he grabbed me by the arm. "I was helping Sara, she just spent the last 30 minutes throwing up in the bathroom. I wasn't going to leave her there." My eyes wandered over to Fiona and Beth standing a couple of feet away, watching what was happening. As Curtis saw my eyes divert, he realized they were watching and loosened his grip. He put his hand on my cheek, "I was just worried about you, is all. I didn't know where you were." He said as he planted a kiss on my forehead. I smiled at his affection and told him I was going to go say hi to my friends. I walked away from him and towards Beth and Fiona, who were clearly already a couple shots in and greeted me with an embracing hug. "Oh my god I'm so happy we're all here, this is the best party ever!" Fiona said practically yelling. I laughed at her and Beth and asked them if I could have whatever they were having. They both grabbed me by the arms and led me to the makeshift bar that w=displayed several bottles of multi-flavored liquor. "Where is it!? It was just here! It's a jolly rancher flavored vodka and it's amazing. You don't even need a chaser. It is soooo good! Here it is!!" I loved seeing Beth when she was drunk. She was just so full of life and happy. She wasn't usually like that all the time and I know it's not the best circumstances, but I did enjoy seeing her smile like this. She poured the three of us a shot each and then another one for me, "You have some catching up to do, here's another one for you." She exclaimed as she giggled and leaned in to kiss my cheek. We took our shots and I poured myself a mixed drink and we made our way over the area where they finally set up the beer pong table. "Where's Mary?" I asked wondering why I hadn't seen her yet. "Oooh, remember that guy from Grant high school that she wants to bone? She invited him and she's trying to seduce him out in the hot tub." Fiona chimed in oh so casually. Wow, these girls were on another level that I needed to get to in order to catch up with them. There was an intense game of beer pong going on between some football players when the somehow decided to stop playing and go outside to shotgun beers to see who the real winner was. Beth jumped up to the table and claimed her turn to play. Fiona joined her and they urged me to play against them. "I don't have a partner and I don't even know how to play!" I told them. "Oh come on, Amanda, not everyone is as fancy as you with your sophisticated wine tastes. Be a teenager and play some fucking beer pong!" Again, another reason why I love Beth when she's like this. I was cracking up by the time she had finished her sentence and walked over to get that jolly rancher booze because I knew I would need it to get through this game. When I got back I complained that I still didn't have a partner to play with. Fiona yelled across to the other room to get Curtis, "Curtis come play with some balls with your girlfriend!" He was deep in conversation with his guy friends so when he looked up he was a little annoyed. "I need a partner, babe!" "Start without me, I'll be right there." He said not even acknowledging either of us and turning back to talk to the guys. "He's not going to come." I said as I poured myself another shot. "Let's go drag Mary out here to be my partner." "We can't cockblock her, she's been waiting for this for months! She even had four shots before she went out with him in order to successfully seduce him!" Fiona commented, barely even able to pronounce that entire story. "I'll just be a one-man team. I can take you two any day!" I told them bursting them into hystericals. They let me start and I threw the two balls, not even hitting any cups. I would have been a little discouraged if it weren't for them who did the same. We all just fell to the floor laughing at how horrible we were and how stupid that was. "Okay, let's try again!" Beth said standing up and helping Fiona up. "But really, we have to find you a partner, you suck!" They both laughed at me but eagerly looked around the room for anyone to force into playing. If we were at school I would have said fuck everyone whose here and played by myself, but I was having a great time and didn't want my hatred for everyone here to stop me. But just then Sam walked through the doorway and Beth ran towards him, grabbed him, and drug him to my side, letting him know he was on my team. Sam was a cool guy in our grade, he was a swimmer going to Berkeley next year. He was tall, with chlorine bleached hair, and tan skin. He was beautifully sculpted and a complete gentleman. Sam and I were a thing our sophomore year. And when I say thing, that's all it was. We were both too shy to actually date but we went to all three school dances together throughout the entire year. After the school year we just drifted apart, but there was always still a spark there. But this was strictly for beer pong. "Are you good at this?" I asked looking up to him standing at 6'3". "Yeah, I've played a couple of times. I'm alright" He shrugged and smirked at himself and got ready for his first shot. Right in the cup!! Beth and Fiona groaned at him, already expecting their defeat. I shot my ball over to the cups and missed by a longshot, sending it over the table and missing the cups completely. Clearly this gave Beth some of her confidence back, "Oh good Amanda is still over there. We have a chance!" "Have you played before?" Sam looked down at me and asked completely amused with the other two goofballs. "I've played a couple of times. Like once or twice. I'm not very good." "Well I'll help you when it's our turn again." Beth and Fiona both shot again, missing both times. They both insisted they needed another shot in order to straighten their eye sight. They also poured me two more shots and wouldn't play until I took them both. I put up my arm to shoot and Sam examined my form, moving and fixing my elbow and hand placement. He showed me his wrist flick and had me shoot. Right in a cup!! Way too excited for what just happened, my arms shot up as if I had just won some championship game and I gave Sam two loud high-fives. Just as I did that Fiona's eyes shot over to the other room where Curtis was still hanging out at. I could tell by the look on her face that he was getting upset. But we all played on anyways. The night continued a lot like that. Sam and I won game after game after game. We beat Beth and Fiona three times and beat all of the football guys when they came back in from the backyard. The girls insisted that we all take shots each time I won. I should have rejected that, but I was having fun. We were playing the next game and both teams were down to one cup each, we had gone about five rounds before either of us won. There's all the complicated rules that come into play when there's only one cup left and I'm not sure what was going on, but we ended up losing. Sam and I looked at each other and exchanged sad faces. Well I had a sad face, and from what I could still see I think he had one too. He extended his arms out wide for a tight embrace as our final match together had just come to an end. The hug lasted less than five seconds and when I walked away from him to head outside to find Beth and Fiona, I felt a smack on my butt. I whipped around and it was from Sam, saying good game. Just like they did in baseball. Was that a joke? "Hey, that's not cool." I said putting my finger on his shoulder and falling into him from turning around too fast. He caught me and stood me up but continued to hold me steady. "You can't spank my ass like that. I have a boyfriend." I could feel my words coming out seamlessly but when I listened to myself, I'm not sure if that's what actually came out. I was really starting to feel those shots now. I felt the room spinning and I laid my head against his arm.