CHAPTER 3 - Sex with the teacher part 3

FLORA

Miguel closes his eyes and sighs with his mouth open, it’s a very erotic scene and I’m loving it too much, I release the naughty and perverted Flora that exists inside me and I bend over her hip.

Never experience anything like it, it looks different this time and I’m more than willing to continue, it seems to burn in me, but I’m crazy enough to say I don’t want it to end so soon.

I want more and more, I want it all that night and I’m more than willing to take it all tonight.

I keep doing what I’m doing right now and the man in front of me seems more than loving the work I’m doing in his body, it causes some kind of satisfaction within me and I love what it’s causing me with every second that goes by.

His hands find my head and hold my hair assisting me with movements, I am surprised when suddenly I am pulled and placed in an exposed position on the bed.

I lay my head on the pillow waiting for the invasion, but I tremble when a slap is hit on my exposed skin with force, it makes me crazy that I begin to push the body in a silent request for it to continue.

I gasp at every impact on my warm body, Miguel is panting when he holds my waist and distributes kisses along my back to the beginning of my buttocks.

“Hang in there, Flora!", I hear the sound of a package opening and a scream escapes from my mouth when the painful and tasty invasion comes against my throbbing intimacy.

With his face against the pillow, Miguel did not feel sorry for me when he started the sequence of going and coming hard, groaning more and more as the speed and strength increased.

“Oh my God...", I say getting another impact on my skin that seems to burn without any control.

“It’s very good, Flora!", he says coming and going without control, the sound of our moans and our bodies bumping into each other are the only noises heard throughout the room.

I reach the climax for the second time in the hands of this man only that night.

Miguel pauses the thrusts and pulls my waist back making our bodies stick, his nose strolls around my neck, and I turn my head finding his lips that rush to devour mine.

“We’re not done yet!", he warns getting up from the bed and taking me along, my back meets the wall as I tuck my legs around his hip.

With the close faces, I come across the tastiest and sexiest vision of my whole life, the well-defined body sweaty and the breath intertwined leaving everything more erotic.

“You are too beautiful...", whisper touching your face and circling your lips with your thumb.

“And you’re so hot that you’re driving me crazy...", he says holding me firmly against his body, his arm muscles seem to be bigger and almost jumping.

I seem to faint so much with pleasure when he lowers his head and bites the curve of my neck before again penetrating me again, this time slow and delusional, making me feel every inch of his manhood.

As he fucks me, my fingers find his back and discount all the pleasure I feel in his skin, I scratch him and throw his head back as I groan wildly.

“Faster, please!", I scream without any shame and he answers my request with a smile on his lips.

I begin to feel his balls hitting against me, indicating the depth that he sinks completely inside me, he groans if he controls none and I accompany him biting his lower lips when I scream cumming once again, and this time he follows me freeing up next to me...

I wake up to the muffled and familiar sound of my alarm clock, open my eyes with difficulty feeling a throbbing pain in the head when I get used to the clarity, remember the images of the previous night, and widen my eyes.

I sit on the bed slowly and get up feeling a slight burning between the means of the legs, remembering that everything I lived yesterday was all very real.

I take the cell phone inside my little bag thrown on the floor and turn off the alarm clock that I put on every morning, look for my clothes and when I finish dressing, my eyes find the naked man who sleeps peacefully face down in bed between the bed sheets.

With a smile, I remember every tasty moment we had together, but I need to go because I have little time to get ready for my first day at college.

Holding the heels with one hand, I test my foot realizing it’s not hurting, and slowly and quietly walk to the door of the motel suite.

On the way out, I call a car through the app to my apartment, and inside the vehicle, I check thousands of messages left by my friends in the morning asking if I was okay.

I answer them both saying that I’m coming home and when they ask for more details, I change the subject and turn off the phone.

The first thing I do when I get home is hurry up and take a quick shower, and while the hot jets wash me, I remember Miguel and his crazy fuck, should I have left some note or my number?

Maybe it’s better this way, I’m not looking for a serious relationship and casual sex is my only priority right now.

In a bathrobe, I toss my wardrobe in search of some perfect piece, choosing a plaid skirt and a light green blouse with long sleeves.

I observe my reflection in the mirror and smile with the result to notice my natural face, without the pounds of heavy makeup the night before.

And to complete my choice of clothing, I put on white socks that reach up to the knees before putting on a pair of shoes relieved by my ankle is no longer aching as the night before when I hurt him.

I leave the brown hair loose decided not to spend any makeup wishing to let my skin breathe, organize everything I need in my backpack following to the kitchen where I prepare something quick to eat.

After staying inside another Uber for at least fifteen minutes on the way to the University located in downtown São Paulo, paid and get out of the car walking wobbly to the hall.

I’m realizing one of my biggest dreams and as I enter the space, everything becomes more real, I managed to conquer one of the things I’ve always wanted since I was little.

I spend a lot of time getting to know the whole place, where a lot of college students wander around, the first day in a place like this causes nervousness, but I’m looking forward to everything this college has to offer me.

When I have five minutes left until the beginning of my economics class, I rush to look for the right room and enter seeing that there are many people scattered among the desks.

I choose a place in the front since I am willing to keep the focus on the content that the teacher will pass, I have not yet met him, but I know that when I took the class schedules I saw the name Professor Alves who will teach Economics this semester.

I was also surprised that most of the students in this room are girls, it must be a coincidence...

I remove my material from the backpack starting to read a text to spend time realizing that the teacher is late.

I hear the door open and loud voices being heard behind me, I close the book and regret it quickly when I lift my head to face Miguel who turns pale when he finds me.

He remains for a few seconds staring at me amazed and still surprised he walks to his desk and leaves his bag before looking at all the students.

I look away when your blue eyes burn me, quietly clearing my throat and avoiding eye contact as much as possible.

My God!

“Good morning, guys, many of you are seeing for the first time, I know that the first day must be scary, but if you managed to get here is because you can pass a subject of a good teacher like me..."

Oh my fucking God...

"I don’t mean to offend you, but you seem like the kind of person who’s very straight, the kind of person who’s too nice.”...

"I assure you I have nothing nice, Flora”...

I recall every damn sentence and moment of the night before feeling my traitorous body begin to heat up with recent memories.

I bite the pen cap and dare to raise my head again seeing that he is paying attention to something another student is asking him.

After introducing himself to everyone, Professor Miguel...

It’s even weird to call him that after you accidentally fuck your teacher.

He passes a test activity for all of us, even before entering the University I studied on the subject, and quickly finishes and get up walking trembling to his desk.

Another detail he did not reveal yesterday is that he wears glasses, not the kind of glasses too big or too small, a style of glasses that make him more attractive and the eyes more striking than they already are.

He is reading something on one sheet when he notices my presence and raises his head, I rub one thigh on the other when he fixes the frame of the glasses and looks at me from top to bottom.

“I finished, professor...", I give you the sheet trying not to appear nervous in your presence.

He picks up the sheet and reads something quickly in a folder that I predict will be the list of students' names in his class.

“All right, Miss Castro...", when I’m about to turn around, he calls me:

“How’s your ankle, Miss Castro? I hope it didn’t get worse due to the efforts of the night before...", he says in a low tone as he removes his glasses and looks at me with a provocative smile.

“I’m fine, I was cautious and put more ice this morning...", I lie feeling my face blush.

“Were you so careful as to leave a man sleeping and in need when he woke up, and leaving no trace behind?"

Holy shit!!

“Did you need more, professor?", I ask before seeing if someone is paying attention to us, but everyone is focused on their activities.

“What do you think, Miss Castro?", he hands me my corrected activity and a stuck-on paper.

Without saying anything else, I go back to my place and discreetly open the small paper seeing a male calligraphy.

I was mad to wake up and not find you in the bed next to me, and it seems that fate cooperated with us, I should be sorry for what we did, but I’m not...

For being the reason for my irritation this morning, maybe I won’t be so good at eating you in comfortable positions next time, Flora...

At the end there is a phone number, I keep the paper inside the backpack trying to get back to focus and remember where we are, but I lose everything when his eyes stare at me intensely, and there is a shadow of a smile on his plump lips that is stealing my insanity.

My goodness...