4 comments/ 20398 views/ 3 favorites IM By: petitefleur "But I don't even know what you look like!" Matt complained. "Matt why.." "Why.. what?" It was just text on a screen, but Katherine could almost see the grin that he had had on his face while typing that. "Why," she continued, "do you need to know what I look like to be friends with me?! You KNOW me." "If I can't pick you out of a crowd, I don't know you, Kit-Kat." Her stomach flipped. She had told him to call her Katherine many times, like everyone else she knew, but he had insisted that he called her Kat or Kit-Kat instead. It was almost as if he were naming her for himself. "Fine!" she typed back. Chewing her lip, she browsed through some of the photos that she had stored on her computer of herself. She wasn't entirely sure about giving a photo to someone she had met only a few days ago, and over the internet no less. She didn't want to give him any ideas. The IM box lit up on the bottom of her screen, indicating that he had typed back. He's being very insistent, she thought to herself. After going through two folders of old photos and seeing that almost every decent one of herself was taken with her ex-boyfriend, Kyle, Katherine decided to just take one right then and send it, instead. She wasn't wearing any make-up, but she didn't want to look like she was trying too hard; besides, many people told her that she didn't need it. Her olive complexion was smooth and clear and her brown, almond-shaped eyes demanded attention all by themselves. She looked down at what she was wearing: white tank top and flannel pajama shorts. "They're just going to have to do," she thought. Katherine reached behind her head and let out her long, dark hair. She loved that her mixed background had rewarded her with both fine, straight hair as well as a seriously sexy, ethnic appeal. Smiling widely, she snapped the photo and sent it off, waiting nervously for him to reply. "...wow." Dismayed, she quickly responded, "I know, I know. I've been up for hours writing this paper, I probably should've just sent you an old one.." "No way, you took this right now..?! You're gorgeous, Kit-Kat." "Um?" "Really. I like the way your cheeks dimple when you smile,too." Her stomach flipped again. He seemed to do that to her often. From that point on, Katherine noticed Matt commenting more about her looks and staying up later and later to talk to her. He'd slip in a comment about her looks, she'd tease him, they'd flirt. It was 2 months after they'd first started talking when Matt again found her on their forums. He made a public post about having "the cutest girl talking to him on IM right now." She saw it and rolled her eyes, and responding in IM to tell him to quit it. Other posters quickly posted back to harass him and ask who. "They're asking about you, Kit-Kat." Matt would reply back in IM. "Should I tell them?" "Matt stop being a weirdo." "Hey Kat, I forgot to tell you. I bought something that I think you'd like." A video request popped up alongside their conversation. "Accept it!" "A webcam?" She clicked yes. A man's face appeared in the small box on the screen. His brows were furrowed in concentration, the blue eyes staring intently at something below the camera. 'He's fucking cute!' thought Katherine giddily. His dark hair was tousled, as if he'd been sleeping. Katherine made out a bit of stubble that softened his strong jawline. He had on a plain white t-shirt, which showed off his lean, muscled arms as he worked at the keyboard. 'I can't believe HE'S been the one calling me hot for the past 2 weeks!' "What are you looking at?" she typed to him. "Your picture." Katherine jumped. The deep voice had come from her computer. As if sensing her fright, Matt continued to explain, "Oh, it has a microphone, too." He smiled at her through the screen and Katherine felt her insides beg for mercy. "Turn yours on, too, silly. You have a Mac, I know you have one." Smirking, she pointed the camera towards the ceiling and turned it on. "Hey!" "Hey what?" "Hey, let me see that pretty face, Kit-Kat." Damn him. She pulled the screen back down. "That's more like it.." his eyes surveyed her upper body appreciatively, a lazy grin forming on his face. "I like that shirt." Katherine looked down and blushed. Her nipples were clearly outlined against the taut fabric of her black tee, she hadn't been expecting to be so visible to anyone so she had stripped out of the bra before bed. She pulled a pillow from the bed and held it to her chest. "I thought you wanted to see my face!" she retorted, feigning anger. Between her legs, she felt her pussy start to trickle. "Yeah..but now I can't get the idea of those tits out of my head." He pushed the seat back to lean on his desk. "I bet they'd look really good with me pinching each one of your nipples, rolling them between my fingers." Katherine squirmed in her seat, her nipples suddenly very sensitive to the fabric brushing against them. "Matt, what are you doing?" He ignored her question. "Take a moment and imagine that, Kat. Won't you do that for me? You'd probably be sitting in my lap, straddling my hips. My hands would be pinching, pulling and flicking at your sore little nipples and your round ass would probably be resting right about...here." He pushed back from the computer and cupped an imaginary ass over the impressive tent that was now forming in his jeans. "I bet you'd be able to feel that, too." He added, huskily. Katherine would bet that she'd be able to, too. She was slowly soaking her panties and her pussy slightly hurt - it needed attention and she wanted so desperately to log off and stroke herself into orgasm. On the screen, she watched as Matt pulled off his belt and undid the top button on his jeans, and stop. "Do you want to touch yourself?" he asked gently, watching the screen for her every movement. "You haven't been saying much and you look a little...uncomfortable." His signature sly grin curled the corners of his mouth again. Katherine was frozen in her seat. She wasn't used to this kind of attention, nor was she used to how hot it made her. "What..why are you doing this, Matt?" "I want to see you cum. I want to watch as you forget that you're on camera and slip two fingers into your cunt and imagine yourself riding this cock." Oh god, that did it. Katherine leaned back and spread her legs, plunging a hand down the front of her pants so she could trace a small circle around her clit. She teased herself slowly as she watched him respond in kind by pulling his cock out of his boxers. He groaned. "Bend over for me, babe. Tease me with your pussy." She smiled and stood up, slowly peeling her pants down to reveal her black, lace boyshorts underneath. She turned away from the camera and bent over slowly, exposing the fullness of her ass to him inch by inch as her shirt was pulled up. She was rewarded with the sound of labored breathing. "Ah, fuck, you are so hot, Kat." With her legs together, Kat hooked her thumbs into her panties and pulled them all the way down, the damp cloth sticking to her crotch for a few seconds. Then she did just as she was instructed and slipped two fingers into her hot cunt, fucking herself. God, she was wet. Every thrust of her fingers brought soft, wet sounds to her ears. She hoped that Matt could hear it too. By the sounds of his fevered jacking, she was sure he didn't miss a thing. She spread her legs wider for him, exposing her ass and her shaved pussy to him as she continued to fuck herself. "Kat......oh babe, I'm going to cum.." "Please cum with me, Matt. I want you to pound my pussy. I want you to make me hurt the next day." Her words found their mark and she heard him gasp loudly. She moaned softly as her orgasm overtook her, too. When she turned back around, slightly sweaty and out of breath, she caught Matt frantically gathering tissues to clean up, with a bemused look on his face. "Kit-Kat, we have GOT to do that in person.." I'm 18 Now I have started this story a dozen times, maybe this time I'll finish. This happened many years ago. What really happened. At the time, I was a math teacher in a large city school system. I had just finished another day of teaching middle school kids and was preparing my classroom for the next day when she appeared at my door. I'm sorry to say that I didn't recognize her at first but she was polite enough to introduce herself. "Remember me, Mister? I'm Elaine." I did in fact remember Elaine but the Elaine that I remembered was childlike compared to the Elaine that stood before me. Elaine was a former student of mine at a different school. Five years ago, Elaine was thirteen and although cute she was far from womanly. I remembered her as quiet, respectful and a pleasure to deal with in class. The Elaine that visited me that day was confident, quite lovely and had the same energetic smile. She stepped into my empty classroom and stood beside me at the side board. She wore a peach colored silk blouse and slacks. She looked very modest and I expected to be engaged in small talk regarding the past but Elaine came with different intentions. She stood close to me and said "I've waited a long time to tell you this, I'm 18 now." Her intentions were immediately obvious and I panicked. Believe me, I have the same sexual desires as any man but all I could think of was Elaine at 13 and I rebuffed her. I said something stupid like "Why don't you come back in three years and we can go get a drink and talk about old times." I don't know why I said that because I rarely drink, I constantly fantasize about students and here I was presented with a willing, beautiful, former student and all I could do was picture a child and I would never, ever hurt a child. Elaine left moments later and I have never seen her again. I have relived that moment many times but with different results. What might have happened. Elaine inched closer to me and said "I've waited a long time to tell you this, I'm 18 now." Her eyes never left mine and I immediately knew what she was telling me. "Congratulations", I said, "I wish you gave me some warning, I don't have a proper gift for you." She smiled, seductively, and said "I can think of something." "Tell me, I'd be glad to make your birthday memorable." Elaine inched even closer, arched her head up towards me and said "how about a kiss." "Happy birthday, Elaine" I said as I softly kissed her cheek. "I didn't wait five years for that" she said, "I guess I'll have to teach you how to kiss." Elaine quickly pressed her lips to mine and gave me a quick kiss. She moved her head back a few inches, looked me in the eyes and said "Like this, Mister" and kissed my lips with a barrage of soft kisses. Each kiss lasted a few seconds longer until she finally pressed her lips to mine and I felt her warm tongue gliding over my lips. Her breath quickened as did my pulse and the amorous kisses of this teenage girl started to excite me. Soon her tongue pushed into my mouth and I heard her moan as she pressed her body against mine. Elaine suddenly was the teacher and I was the shy student as she sucked my tongue as it investigated her mouth. Her hips ground against mine and she broke contact to whisper, "I can tell you're glad to see me." Her mouth was back to mine as we kissed deeply and she moved slightly to the side and I felt her fingers moving up and down the hardness that I couldn't control. She grasped my cock through my pants and I tried to break contact. Her tongue plunged deep inside my mouth and I stopped protesting. I did nothing as her fingers rubbed me through the material of my pants, I did nothing as her fingers fumbled with the zipper. It seemed as if the noise from the opening zipper echoed loudly through the empty school. I finally returned her passionate kisses even as she loosened my belt. As I felt her soft, warm, delicate hand slide under the elastic band of my shorts, I realized that my hands were by my sides, lifeless. Elaine moved the waist band down and under my balls thus exposing my hard cock. Her fingers moved softly over the sensitive skin. She cupped my balls for a while before moving up the shaft. Her fingertip found a drop at the tip of my cock and she smeared the liquid over the head. Finally her hand wrapped around my cock and I stood there accepting her kisses as my former student masturbated me. Elaine broke contact with my mouth and for the first time looked down at my naked cock, at her hand gliding up and down and I heard her say "Do you know how many times I dreamed of doing this?" "No, how many" I groaned. "Every day. I use to dream that you would keep me after school and let me touch you, do this to you." "Is that all" I asked. Elaine's mouth was back on mine. driving her tongue into my mouth, her hand moving up and down quickly. She pulled away and looked at me and said "No, that;s not all." "I use to rock at my desk in your class because it made my pussy feel good. I use to think that it was you touching me. I use to think that I would go up to your desk for help and that you would feel my legs under my skirt and touch my panties, even slide a finger underneath. I use to think that your finger was inside me as I was behind your desk in front of the whole class but none of them suspected." "Are you shocked, Mister? "you're such a naughty, naughty girl, Elaine. I should have kept you after school as punishment." I added, hopefully fueling her fantasy. "You did, Mister, you did. At least in my dreams. You kept me after and I would sit at my desk and picture you sitting beside me. I made sure that my dress was way up and you would rub my legs and I would spread them wide so that you could touch my pussy." It was almost as if Elaine was the one close to orgasm instead of me. She stopped her story long enough to kiss me again, her hand never leaving my cock. "Did you want me to touch your pussy, Elaine?" She moaned and confessed, "yes. I wanted you to touch it. I thought about what it would feel like if you licked it. In my dreams, you loved to do that, You loved to lick my pussy. Would you like to do that, Mister?" I didn't have time to answer because Elaine's tongue was in my mouth again and her hand had finally brought me to climax. I couldn't stop as I shot a stream of cum over the closest desk. Her hand tightened as I climaxed again and again. We kissed softly as she held my cock until it softened. She looked down and pulled up my shorts, rezipped the pants and rebuckled the belt. She looked at the desk top and explained "you have a little cleanup, Mister" speaking as if nothing happened. "Thanks for my birthday present and would it be okay if you gave me a little help in math?" "Sure" I said as my voiced croaked, "when?" "Tomorrow, after school would be great. Is that okay?" "Fine," I answered, "see you tomorrow." Elaine turned to leave and if I didn't see the soiled desk I would have thought I had a dream. Elaine left the room and I went to my desk to get a paper towel. When I turned around Elaine was in the doorway again. "Did you forget something?" I asked. "Yes," she said, "I forgot to tell you how much I was going to think about sucking your cock." She paused for a moment to let that erotic thought set into my mind and then added, "tonight, for your homework, I want you to think of what my pussy will taste like. Okay?" I walked over to her and this time I initiated the passionate kiss. "You'll let me have plenty of practice, won't you?" "Practice?, practice doing what?" she asked coyly "Well. practice licking that sweet pussy of yours, of course." She kissed me deeply and left when she said "As much practice as you need." I have thought about what the next day with Elaine would be like but I won't tell it here. If you're out there Elaine, I'm sorry for being so insensitive that day and want you to know that you launched a thousand erotic fantasies. I hope you are well and still think of those days fondly.