My College Teacher

If I had the opportunity of coming back to life again, I would still choose to be a girl. I obsess over the clits between the two legs of anyone under a skirt. 

Judge me all you want but It felt satisfying.

It was almost time for my final college exams, and I've always had this long time crush on my teacher—Ms Ava. 

I remembered how she would walk into class wearing those tight button-up shirts that clung to her full breasts, the thin fabric stretching across her curves with the top buttons undone, teasing a glimpse of lace and soft cleavage. I sat in the front row, staring lustfully every single day, my eyes tracing the way the material hugged her waist and strained with each breath. I wanted her so badly. I wanted to rip that shirt open, pin her to the desk, and fuck her hard until she moaned my name.

The crush consumed me because she was a woman, and I had long known I preferred fucking girls. Boys weren't my preference, but a girl's body tasted so much better—sweeter, warmer, more intoxicating. I fantasized constantly about burying my face between Ms. Ava's thighs, licking and savoring her until she came, then feeling her wet heat around my fingers as I made her mine. Every tight shirt she wore only fueled the aching need to taste her and fuck her senseless.

“Jessy!Jessy!Are you even listening?" Ms.Ava's voice called out to me, ruining my delusional moment. 

I quickly stood to my feet, adjusting my skirt. " Yes. I'm listening, Ma.”

"Meet me in my office."

My heart skipped. A sudden flicker of happiness flashed across my face before I quickly wiped it away with my palms, forcing my expression back into the usual scowl I wore around her. I couldn’t let anyone see how badly I wanted this.

I walked down the empty corridor, my pulse hammering. When I reached her door, I knocked once and pushed it open without waiting.

Ms.Ava was already waiting. She had shed her tailored blazer, leaving only a thin, white singlet that clung to her full breasts like a second skin. The fabric was almost transparent under the warm glow of her desk lamp, and I could clearly see the dark outline of her nipples, already stiff against the material. Her skirt hugged her wide hips, and her long dark hair fell loosely over one shoulder. She looked less like my strict literature teacher and more like every forbidden fantasy I’d touched myself to for months.

“Sit down,” she said, her voice low and controlled.

I obeyed, lowering myself into the chair opposite her desk. My thighs pressed together under my pleated skirt as she began to speak—something about my latest essay, about needing to “address my attitude.” Her words blurred. All I could focus on was the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath, the faint sheen of sweat on her collarbone, and the way her singlet had slipped slightly off one shoulder, exposing smooth, golden skin.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I stood up so fast the chair scraped loudly against the floor. Miss Ava's eyes widened, but she didn’t pull back. I rounded the desk, leaned over her, and cupped her face with both hands. Then I kissed her.

Her lips were softer than I had imagined—warm and full. For half a second she froze. Then a soft, surprised moan escaped her, and she kissed me back, hungry and urgent. Her mouth opened, and our tongues met in a wet, sliding dance that sent heat flooding between my legs. She tasted like coffee and something sweet, something addictive.

I climbed onto her lap, straddling her in the office chair. Her hands immediately gripped my hips, pulling me closer until my aching center pressed against her thigh. I rocked against her slowly, grinding my clit through my damp panties as our kiss deepened. Her fingers slid under my skirt, tracing the edge of my underwear before slipping inside to cup my bare ass.

“Fuck,” she whispered against my mouth, voice husky. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

I answered by kissing her harder, sucking on her bottom lip while my hands roamed down to her breasts. I palmed them through the thin singlet, feeling their heavy weight, then pinched her hard nipples until she gasped. The fabric was so sheer I could see them clearly—dark pink, erect, begging for my mouth. I tugged the straps down her shoulders, freeing her tits completely. Leaning down, I took one stiff nipple between my lips, sucking hard while my tongue flicked over the sensitive peak. She arched into me, one hand tangling in my hair, the other sliding between my thighs.

Her fingers pushed my panties aside and found my soaked pussy. Two fingers stroked along my slippery folds before circling my swollen clit with perfect pressure. I moaned around her nipple, grinding desperately against her hand.

“Miss Ava…” I whimpered.

“Call me Ava.” she breathed, then slid two fingers deep inside me.

I cried out as she filled me, curling her fingers against that perfect spot while her thumb kept rubbing my clit. My hips moved on their own, riding her fingers shamelessly. The wet sounds of her thrusting in and out of my dripping cunt filled the quiet office. I could feel my juices coating her hand and dripping down my thighs.

I needed more. I needed her.

Panting, I slid off her lap and dropped to my knees between her spread legs. I pushed her skirt up to her waist and yanked her soaked panties down her thighs. Her pussy was beautiful—neatly trimmed, lips swollen and glistening with arousal. I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly up her slit, savoring her sweet, musky taste. Ava moaned loudly, gripping my hair as I licked her with long, hungry strokes, flicking her clit before sucking it gently between my lips.

“Yes… just like that, baby,” she gasped, hips rolling against my face.

I slipped two fingers inside her tight heat, fucking her steadily while I devoured her clit. Her thighs began to tremble around my head. Her breathing grew ragged. When I curled my fingers and sucked harder, she came with a choked cry, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my fingers as fresh wetness flooded my tongue.

I kept licking her gently through the aftershocks until she pulled me up for another deep, messy kiss, tasting herself on my lips.

 Elena was still breathing hard, her beautiful tits rising and falling as I leaned in to kiss her again, my fingers still buried deep inside her soaked pussy, when the door suddenly swung open.

“Excuse me, Ms. Ava—”