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Luve Ch. 01

By: DrMartel



I had just walked into class, and immediately fell for her. 

"Welcome to your first day at Luve. As you likely know, we are a school for adults to finish their high school studies and complete their GEDs. I'm your teacher, Ana Sanchez, but unlike other high schools, you can just call me Ana! Ms. Sanchez is a good way to get on my bad side!"

Most of the time, I would just sit at the back of the class, and half-ass it until the semester was over, but this time, I walked to the front of the class and sat directly in front of her.

I didn't make it painfully obvious, but I had no problem eyeballing her while she addressed the class. A smaller Spanish woman whose age I would guess to be around thirty-two, with long, flowing black hair past the shoulders, and olive skin that radiated her beauty completely, her greenish eyes were complimented by her thin, natural lips. At around 5'4" and not possibly weighing any more than 120lbs, Ana was "wife-material." Her small, but pronounced perky breasts were very admirable through her modest white t-shirt, and her figure was more so exposed by her tight, light blue jeans. Ana was the type of outgoing woman you'd expect to see at a yoga class, motivating other stretchers during the workout, and befriending them immediately after. What her life was actually like, I really wanted to know.

"You'll notice that there is a part of the building in the back that is blocked off. That is the old gymnasium, which has been closed down due to structural issues with the east side of the building. They'll be demolishing the whole thing next year."

A student interrupted, "There were people in there earlier..."

"Yes, every now and then, a teacher will volunteer to make the rounds just to inspect everything. There are a couple of change rooms with showers, and that building has had leak issues, so we check up on it. But don't worry about that—this is Entrepreneurship 101, and what I'm going to teach you, or at least try to, is how you can use ideas in your mind to achieve goals, and make some money doing it. But before that, I'd like to get to know each of you. I'm going to ask you to stand up, and introduce yourselves to the class, starting at the front here."

The only other person sitting in the front was a light-skinned black girl, or a young woman would be more accurate—considering she looked around twenty-four. She seemed to be taller, around 5'8" if I had to guess, but was dressed very stylishly, with a revealing red top covered only slightly by a grey scarf, and a black skirt stopping just above her knees. Her black hair had been straightened to the end of her neck, and dyed with subtle streaks of red, while her facial features were as tough as they were hot. Her small eyes were accentuated with dark red contact lenses, and her full red lips were the stuff of every man's imagination. As she stood up confirming her long, slender figure, a movement of her scarf away from her body revealed large, full breasts just extruding from her red top. Also exposed were her long, smooth legs, glistening. Even Ana seemed to have looked her over very quickly as they made eye contact.

"Hi—my name is Jesse. I'm twenty-seven years old, and I work at La Miriam." What should've been a shocking statement was surprisingly met with silence, as La Miriam was a pretty well-established lingerie shop in downtown. "I actually have my GED already, I'm just here to upgrade my marks to get into university."

"Ah, there are many students who come to this school to do that," Ana replied. "Thanks Jesse, and welcome! Next, let's have you introduce yourself," as Ana made eye contact with me for the first time, not sensing my heart skipping as I stood up.

"Hey. My name is Jorge. I live over in Olde Town, but came over to Luve instead of Goodham because of the wrestling program here. I'm a wrestler... it was the only thing I was good at in high school... I'm hoping to improve enough to compete at the Olympic qualifiers in two years. Nice to meet all of you... Oh, and I'm twenty-two, in case you need to know," as a small laughter came from the class.

"Wow, the Olympics? You'll notice one thing about me, Jorge, it's that I LOVE ambition! It's what entrepreneurship is all about! I'm looking forward to getting to know you better!" If she wasn't so sweet and cheerful, that last line could've easily been mistaken for an invitation. I sat back down as Ana moved onto the next student, and sensing I was being watched, I slowly looked next to me to notice that Jesse was looking at me. She didn't seem to mind the awkward, silent eye contact we were making as the next student was introducing themselves, and neither did I.

Later on in the class, we were asked to pair up for a "relationship-building" exercise. The instruction given to us (after Ana had already taught us the intense science of writing a memo) was to communicate with another person, who could be a potential co-worker, using memos only, and without speaking. This was the last, and scheduled to be the longest exercise of today's class. Every pair was to be given a sticky pad to write short notes, and an entire conversation was to be had using them for the sole purpose of improving your relationship with your fellow co-worker (or, in this case, student).

Considering we were pretty much isolated together at the front of the class anyway, all it took was a look over at Jesse, and a mutual nod to decide we would pair up together. The fact that we were able to achieve this mutual partnership without even speaking to each other surely must've been a good sign. Ana came around and gave us the sticky pad, and as she started the 20-minute timer which cast a preparatory silence over the class room, I began to write first.

"So, what do you think of this class so far?" Sliding the sticky pad over to Jesse. She began writing with half a smile on her face, and slid the sticky pad over to me.

"How big is your cock?"

I should've been shocked, but for some reason, I was amused by this. Even though all it would've taken was me delivering this sticky pad over to Ana to cause pretty significant consequences to Jesse, I was rather impressed: Jesse seemed to have a lot of balls. And she seemed to just put a lot of trust in me, which I couldn't help but appreciate immensely. Moreover, this was a very sexual woman, and she just immediately took the attention I had given Ana for nearly an entire class by writing one statement. In five words, I learned a lot about this girl.

I began writing, "bigger than you might imagine," which started our continuous exchange for the next nineteen minutes.

"Afraid to tell me the size?"

"Nine inches, hard."

"Nice. You got a girlfriend?"

"Recently broke up. You, boyfriend?"

"Many, but not enough. I'm a slut, lol."

"Nothing wrong with that. A lot of men are sluts too."

"Not like me, they aren't. I've done things you couldn't imagine."

"Like?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, lol."

"Girls?"

"To say the least. Speaking of which, you like the teacher?"

"Yep. She's very cute. Been staring at her all class," I replied.

"Think she's married/boyfriend?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

"She probably think we're talking about corporation tax or some shit, lol. Ask her after class."

"Ask her what?"

"Ask her if she's married. If not, ask her out on a date," Jesse dared.

"No way, haha," I wrote as I grinned.

"Why not?"

"Because, she's the teacher!"

"So?"

"So, when she says no, the whole semester will be fuckin' awkward," I reasoned.

"She won't say no. I can sense it. She needs it."

"Needs what?"

"To be fucked. Badly."

"Haha, how can you tell?"

"Notice how she's very touchy-feely with everyone?" Jesse observed.

"Some people are like that. Doesn't mean they are asking to get fucked, especially by students."

"Yes it does. We're adults too. There's no rule she can't hook up with one of us."

"Since you're into girls, you ask her out after class."

"Sure."

Not long after, Ana called time on the exercise. Thankfully, she didn't ask for the sticky pads back. 

I didn't take very much of what Jesse had wrote seriously. She did seem to be a very adventurous, devil-may-care-type, but she could just as easily have been a liar. While I didn't doubt that she was bisexual given her overall vibe, I questioned her bravado about asking Ana out on a date, if that was what we were talking about, I don't even remember. 

If I had to guess, Ana did not seem to fit any patterns or types which would suggest that she was gay or bi. She was rather probably married to a handsome guy, with at least one child, given how motherly she can be. Ana seemed to be the type of woman who would go to a family gathering on a weekend, help her sisters cook in the morning, play with the kids all afternoon, and then blow her husband on the way home at night as he struggled to drive straight. There could be no assurance that Ana didn't have an adventurous sex life herself, but whether she would date a student, especially of her own sex (which was already a gamble), on the first day of school was complete horseshit, I thought.

After class had ended, sure enough, Jesse did go up to talk to Ana as I exited the class with everyone else, but stayed close outside the door to monitor what was going on. It was just the two of them in there, and while I was close to the door, the raucous in the hallway kept me from hearing their conversation. I did notice that Jesse was looking more into Ana's eyes than Ana was into hers, and at one point, it was Jesse getting touchy-feely with Ana, quickly running her hand down Ana's arm but pulling away before anything serious could be suggested. There was a lot of smiling and laughing between the two, but nothing that would indicate anything romantic or sexual. After what seemed like a while, Jesse actually hugged Ana, and made her way out of the classroom.

"So?" I impatiently inquired.

"She's married. Two kids: a son and a daughter."

"Ah. Well, I guess that complicates your date a little bit," as I somewhat pompously giggled. "I'm pretty impressed that you were able to get that much out of her, though. Is that all?"

"She thirty-five years old, loves Italian food, romantic movies—not romantic comedies—and her husband is a personal trainer. She also loves café mocha. We're actually going to have a couple of café mochas later on, on our date."

I wasn't sure I heard her correctly, "what?"

"Yeah. I'm meeting her at the French Cup later on. I told her to wear something more sexy. I want her looking like sluttier before I fuck her tonight."

Though blood rushed to my cock at the last couple of statements, I knew this was too good to be true.

"Bullshit!" I replied in disbelief.

"Give me your number. If you don't get a picture text from me tonight, then I'm a liar."

I gave Jesse my number, and she walked away smiling without saying goodbye. I turned and went to the men's restroom, which was a smelly, decrepit, windowless room consistent with the rest of the rundown school. I pulled out my cock at the urinal to take a piss, as I was still in disbelief at what just happened in the last two hours.

I couldn't believe how far Jesse was willing to go to prove her bravado. But for all I knew, she was a liar. She probably spent the five minutes talking to Ana about tomorrow's class, or how she'll need to skip Fridays because of her work schedule. However, considering Jesse was willing to do this voluntary step of sending me a "picture message," whatever that would be (probably her sending a shot of random panties at her lingerie shop), her bravado was really no shirt off my back. By the end of the semester, we would probably reminisce about this ruse at our first meeting. Or maybe this was just an excuse to get my number. At times, she made it abundantly clear that she was into me. But by the end of class, her interest seemed to be only in Ana. After all, she wasn't blowing my nine-inch cock with her full red lips at that moment in the stall behind me.

"Fuck her," I thought as I held my cock.

Luve Ch. 02: Jesse



"This was going to be fun," I said as I walked out the school. 

A tanned Brazilian-type with longer blonde hair, Jorge was a cute boy who reminded me of my first boyfriend in high school. I was eighteen in my fifth year, he was twenty in his seventh (still in high school after constantly failing classes), and actually, calling him my boyfriend would be a stretch. Felix was my fuck buddy.

In my last semester at high school, Felix found his way in the girl's locker room a couple of hours after school as I was still changing from a volleyball game after everyone had left, and to say it directly, he raped me. But it wasn't really rape if I enjoyed it, was it? Sure, I made unenthusiastic attempts at struggling, and I let out a bit of a scream once he put his thick, short dick inside my hairless cunt, but it only took a few seconds to realize that I was loving what was happening. He didn't even make an attempt to undress me; he just pinned me down onto the change room bench, my skirt almost lifted itself in expectation, and he ripped my panties to the side to shove his dick in. I had been invaded and violated by a thug, and I couldn't be any more aroused by it. I was looking up at the change room lights as this 220-pound rugby player, basically a full-grown man, was laid over my 119-pound body, humping me. As the tempo of his pounding became quicker, I started moaning more loudly.

Right then, Felix lifted himself off my body, slapped me hard across the face, and grunted, "shut the fuck up, bitch." All I could do was sit up a little and look back at him with a little bit of a smile, with his dick still inside me. 

"Slap me again, sir," I requested politely. He didn't. He instead pulled his dick out, turned me over, grabbed me by the hair, and dragged me to the edge of the room where there was a table next to some windows, forcibly bending me over the table like the submitted bitch that I was at that point. Ironically, I was looking out those windows straight into the administration office, and saw the school principal smoking a cigarette inside her office. "Ahhh!" I yelped before covering my mouth, as he shoved his dick inside my exposed cunt once more now that he had me bent over the table. His tempo became quicker, he fucked me harder, and I kept my hand over my mouth to stifle my own noises, in case anyone overheard and interrupted my raping. He continued to fuck me doggystyle as he spanked me over-and-over, slapping my ass enough to where it started to redden, but not loud enough to make a noticeable sound in the hallway. I had cum several times, but now I was starting to hear him moan louder and louder.

Without much warning, Felix came and blew his load deep inside my hungry cunt, as I laid over the table still watching the principal—which I had started to guess now, judging by the thickness of the smoke, was more likely weed she was smoking. I wished that she was right in front of me to give me a toke and a kiss on my lips. I was in love. Not with the guy whose dick was still inside my cunt, but with my newfound sexuality, which was like a friend I had just been introduced to, hit it off with immediately, and could now spend time with and enjoy forever.

He pulled his dick out of me. I reached behind to stick two fingers inside my drenched cunt. Cum and blood oozed out and ran down my legs as they shivered. I continued to lay bent over on the table for the next several minutes, long after I heard him zip his pants and leave without saying a word. When I eventually stood up, I wiped my legs with my torn panties, trashed them, and being already dressed, just pulled down my skirt a little bit, and walked out of the school.

As I paced slowly toward the bus stop past the parking lot with my cunt still throbbing and feeling the cool wind up my legs in its somewhat exposed state, I could see Felix in the distance making out with his blonde, college girlfriend in front of her car. I guessed they might have had a fight earlier in the day, and she came to pick him up to make up. I smiled for them.

For the rest of the school year, Felix would find ways to get us alone in the school, and would "pound me out" regularly, and every time, he would cum inside my cunt. After the first time, I had gone to a local organization and got some birth control pills, but I didn't tell him. I never asked him why, but I assumed that him cumming inside of me with no care was a part of his dominance over me. My cunt was merely his sperm receptacle, and that's all I was to him. I loved it. I loved being disrespected by a douchebag.

I stepped on the bus, lifted my skirt slightly, and sat down next to a pretty, old lady, with short blonde hair, pink lipstick, and reading glasses which completed a "librarian" look, who must've been wondering why I sat next to her on a near-empty bus. I turned to her and smiled as more of Felix's cum oozed out of my cunt and drenched the seat beneath me. She returned the smile, and then nervously looked away. All it would've taken was her putting her hand on my exposed legs, and I would've followed her wherever she was going, and fucked her as hard as Felix had just fucked me. I became instantly obsessed with sex, and was willing to do it with anyone, anywhere, at any time.

My stop was upcoming, and I sat up to walk towards the front of the bus, as I used my peripheral vision to watch the lady look at the drenched seat I left. To my amazement, she had discretely patted the wet fabric, and sniffed it slightly. She then looked at me, and I made eye contact with her to pucker my lips and symbolize an imaginary kiss. I winked at her, and stepped off. 

Not twenty minutes later, I was in the bathroom of my apartment, finger-fucking myself like crazy, imagining it was that fifty-five-ish grandmother giving me head. My mom even knocked lightly on the door to ask me, if everything was okay.

"I'm fine, mom; I'm just... 'busy'" I replied, which should've given her the hint—not that the topic of sex was taboo for us; we were very open with each other.

I fantasized about everything, about how I would've brought the granny back home, and introduced her to my mom.

"Hey mom, this is a 'girl' I met on the bus," as they would've hugged and exchanged niceties, "we're going to my room to 'hang out'..."

"Wonderful, sweetheart; have fun, you two!" She would reply, as the granny would've been amazed by this strange exchange between mother and daughter.

The idea of my mother endorsing my sexual adventures was a huge turn-on, given how open our relationship was. I had spent my entire life watching my mother, white in complexion, fuck other men in our living room—making no attempt to shield me from her lusty sexual encounters, which I always appreciated. Even when my mother would reunite with my black father, who had since remarried, they had no problem fucking in front of me.

I continued to imagine the granny in the bathroom with me, this time bent over the sink as I fucked her old, hairy cunt hard with a strap on doggystyle—both of us looking in the mirror, moaning as loud as possible for the whole floor to hear. In reality, I was still finger-fucking myself, gyrating my hips like a stripper, and feeling up my boobs with my other hand. 

With the dress shirt of my school uniform still on, but my skirt off and completely bottomless, I came again, hard, imagining my boobs pressed up against the granny as we both climaxed together. I imagined kissing her on the lips as she got dressed, and her giving me her address so that we could fuck at her place next time, after she dropped her grandkids off at school. I imagined her leaving somewhat nervously out of the bathroom, only to be greeted by my mother on the way out, who would've hugged her cheerfully and have said, "sounds like you and my daughter had a great time! Come back soon!"

With my cunt still wet with my renewed juices and still bottomless with my white dress shirt on, I stepped out of the bathroom, and found my mom in the kitchen. She looked over at me, looked down at my cunt, and said casually, "Jess—you know where my dildo is, right? It's in my nightstand, top drawer. You can use it if you want." I looked back at her, and with pride, told her, "mommy... I got fucked today..." A somewhat solemn look came over her face, but as I began to smile, she started to as well. Within seconds, she erupted with joy, and rushed over to hug me, not minding my exposed cunt or its moist. 

"Congratulations, sweetie!" she said, "who was it?"

For the rest of the night, we talked about my newfound sex life, and I couldn't have been happier.