by Lola Swain
I looked up and he was walking across the room carrying a leather briefcase in one hand and a mug in the other. I sucked my breath in and told my stomach to behave. Then I vowed to slit the whore’s throat if she made a move toward him.
“Good morning,” Professor Teresi said, “and welcome back. Before we begin, I want to say that I am proud to teach all of you in your last year at Wilton Day.”
Giovanni Teresi was born in Boston and is thirty-four-years old. His parents, Giovanni, Senior and Maria, came from Umbria and are quite wealthy. He graduated cum laude from Commonwealth School, cum laude from Boston College and magna cum laude from Columbia. He was active in crew and plays football most Sundays with a group of prep school teachers in Central Park. He came to Wilton Day a few years ago and only teaches Literature to seniors. He lives in Greenwich Village in a modest, but, nice building, is working on a novel and has a white Labrador Retriever named Beau James. Oh, like you’ve never Internet stalked? And, unfortunately, Professor Teresi is married to one Amy Teresi (née Sharone), a former ballerina with Martha Graham and current stay-at-home whatever.
“God, Lyric,” Julia said under her breath, “drool much?”
I ignored her. The tunnel vision and hearing kicked in and I concentrated only on his gorgeous face. Professor Teresi is about 6’3” and has eyes as dark as Papa’s. Rose says he looks like Brad Pitt with dark hair but he’s much more beautiful. He has a smooth, yet low voice and always looks into a person’s eyes when he speaks. He also dressed the best of any professor at Wilton Day, ditching those geeky tweeds and elbow patches for classic dark suits and colorful silk ties. He dressed more like a business executive than a teacher and his wingtips were always polished to the highest gloss. He dressed like Papa.
I pictured myself using my power to will everyone to leave the classroom and jumping Professor Teresi’s bones. Riding what I am positive is a stunning cock on his desk for hours until he blew his load inside me. My pussy got all achy as I saw in my mind Professor Teresi going down on me, lapping at my pussy like a dog and pumping his fingers in and out of my cunt. I felt my nails digging deep into his back, tearing at his skin as I pulled him on top of me and wrapped my legs around his muscular waist and—
“Lyric, are you with us?” Professor Teresi said
He walked toward me from his desk and he smiled showing off his deep dimples I wanted to lick.
“What?” I said.
“Where are you? We’re telling everyone what we did this summer. It’s your turn,” he said and tapped his pencil on my desk.
“This summer?” I said as I sat up and called on Papa for strength. “This summer was my best yet, Professor Teresi. We spent a lot of time abroad and we turned eighteen in August.”
“Eighteen? Very nice,” he said. “And welcome back to the land of the living.”
The class giggled at my obvious foolishness, but I didn’t care. My pussy ached much more than my pride and I knew I had to fuck this man before I exploded.
After the bell rang I busied myself with some nonsense in my purse and I waited for everyone to leave the classroom. Now is the time. There is only now.
“Lyric, are you okay?” he said from his desk.
“Yes, why?” I said and walked toward him. “Don’t I look okay?”
I leaned against the side of his desk and faced him. His chair was pushed out from under his desk and I made a point to stare at his bulge as I crawled up and sat on top of his desk. My legs dangled off the side of his desk. As I swung my leg back and forth, I brushed his pant leg with the toe of my saddle shoe. Yeah, I know, not the least bit subtle. But, I’m not in it to be subtle. I’m in it to win it.
“You look fine, Lyric,” he said and cleared his throat. “Your mind seems to be somewhere else.”
Yeah, the gutter. I spread my legs wider and my uniform skirt rode up to the middle of my thigh. He glanced between my legs. It was just a quick glance, but a glance nonetheless. I moved forward a bit and twisted to the side, pretending to look out the window. My skirt rode high up the side of my leg and I bent forward and pushed my ass out. The movement exposed my panties and though I couldn’t see his reaction, I know he looked.
“Lyric, you need to get to class,” he said and pushed his chair from his desk until he was against the chalkboard.
I twisted back toward him and scooted across his desk. I raised my legs and pushed my feet between his calves until my legs were between his. I spread my legs again and pushed his legs apart with mine. My skirt rode all the way up my legs and exposed my panties.
“I’m not worried about my next class. It’s Latin. Piece of cake,” I said. “Besides, it’s the long break and we have plenty of time.”
“Look, Lyric,” he said and shook his head, “I don’t know what you’re doing, but I’m finding this uncomfortable. I have students who will be barreling through that door in about ten minutes.”
“And you don’t want to get caught?” I said and bent forward and rubbed the top of his thighs.
He grabbed my wrists tightly and pried them off his legs. He looked into my eyes and his long, dark eye lashes fluttered up and down.
“There is no worry about getting caught, Lyric, because nothing will happen,” he said. “Are you sure you’re okay? Something has come over you.”
“Not something,” I said and struggled against his grip, “you came over me. And if you give me some time, you’re going to cum over me, too.”
“You are stepping way over the boundaries of proper conduct, Lyric,” he said.
“I’m not stepping anywhere Professor Teresi. I am sitting on your desk.”
I looked between his legs and saw his bulge growing nicely and as expected. I used my strength to pull my hands, still tight in his grip, toward me and slammed them down on my leg. I twisted his arm and rubbed his hand slowly up my inner thigh to my panties and then back down to my knee.
“Lyric, you need to stop this now, or—”
“Or what?” I said and dragged his hands up my inner thigh until his knuckles rested against my pussy. “Or you’re gonna call the cops? Or you won’t be able to control yourself?”
My pussy ached and seducing Professor Teresi made me as wet as the anticipation of having his cock inside me. I held his eyes with mine and they did not look away. I used the powers that Papa gave us, the power to exert will over an opponent. I told him through my mind that it was futile to resist me and that I would have my way whether he thought it proper or not. I pictured us fucking, going at it like animals on top of his desk and I projected that vision to him. And you want to know the best part? He saw it too.
“Look, this is some silly schoolgirl crush. I understand that. But I want you to know that I will do nothing to jeopardize my career or my relationship with my wife. You’re an extremely bright, attractive girl, Lyric. But you need to crush on someone your own age.”
Professor Teresi tried to pull his hands away from my pussy, but I braced my arms against his pull and used my muscles to prevent his withdrawal. I saw the anger in his eyes, but I didn’t allow it to stop me. When someone is angry at you, remember to use their anger against them and absorb their strength into your body. And remember to always stay calm.
I pressed his knuckles into my panties and rubbed them up and down against the wet silk. I pulled on his arms and put my feet up on his desk and spread my knees wide. Then I tightened my stomach muscles and lifted my ass off his desk and grinded my pussy against his hand.
“Do you feel that, Professor Teresi?” I said and moaned. “Do you feel how wet my pussy is? That’s happening because of you. I’ve thought about you all summer. I’ve wanted you since you came here and I want you to make me cum.”
The naughtiness of this thing I was doing was almost as much of a turn on as the actual feeling in my pussy. I continued to use his hand to masturbate but I wanted at least one hand free so I could yank my panties aside and really get him on my flesh. My clit throbbed and I pressed down extra hard when
I swept his hand up my panties. My breathing was rapid and I stayed locked in on his eyes while I wet humped his hand.
“Lyric, that’s enough,” he said and stood from his chair. “You need to leave!”
Professor Teresi wrestled his hands away from my grip and I put my feet on his legs and pushed him back down into his chair.
“What’s the matter? Don’t you want me?” I said.
Frustrated and needing to cum bad, I planted my feet back on his desk, spread my legs wide and yanked my panties to the side. I leaned back and rubbed my wet pussy up and down with my hand as if I was strumming a guitar.
“Lyric, please stop,” he said.
But he didn’t move. He could have run to the door, he could have used the walkie-talkie all teachers have on their desks to summon someone. He sat there and watched. He remained planted in his chair, his cock strained against his light wool suit pants and he watched me rub my pussy.
“Just let me cum,” I said as I plunged two fingers into my pussy while I slapped my clit with my other hand. “Just sit there and watch me cum and then I’ll leave.”
His eyes left mine and traveled down my stomach to my cunt. He watched me rub my pussy and I put on an extra good show for him. Purring quietly as I felt my orgasm coming, I pressed up on my g-spot and clenched my clit between two fingers.
“I’m cumming for you,” I said as I yanked up and down on my clit. “This is all for you!”
I bit down hard on my bottom lip and crashed back onto his desk. I laid there for a moment and pulsed my hand against my pussy as the relaxation crept across my body. I needed a nap. And it was only first period.
The bell rang again and he jumped up and grabbed me by my arm.
“Get your stuff and get out,” he said. “That was not right. I don’t want you, Lyric and I never will. So, forget this ever happened and get on with your day!”
I was perplexed and certainly not expecting that reaction.
“What do you mean you don’t want me?” I said as he yanked me off his desk.
“Just what I said, I don’t want you, Lyric,” he said through clenched teeth and released my arm.
He shoved my book bag and purse into my arms and walked back to his desk and sat down. He bowed his head and ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. The kids started filing into the class room and he lifted his head and smiled at them.
“Good morning, class. Take your seats and we’ll get started,” he said and looked at me. “Lyric, you better get on to your next class or you’ll be late.”
He put his head back down and flipped through his lesson plan. I stood there and stared at him. He wouldn’t look back up at me. Someone grabbed my arm and pulled me away from his desk. I turned around and Alexander smiled at me.
“Come on,” Alexander said as he dragged me out of the classroom. “We watched through the window. We stood guard. That was quite a performance, Lyric.”
“You watched?” I said.
“Yep and it was worth being late to Trig and everything!” Alexander said and chuckled.
He dragged me to the lockers and Serene and Julian were there waiting.
“Well, you play the schoolgirl slut nicely, sister,” Julian said and laughed.
“Yeah, not nice enough,” I said and threw my book bag to the ground.
“What’s wrong? It was a good first strike,” Serene said. “He certainly didn’t stop you, Lyric.”
“He fucking dismissed me, Serene!” I said and kicked the locker in front of me. “He told me he didn’t want me and that he never will. Fucking asshole had to throw that in for good measure.”
“Boo!” Serene said. “Aw, come on, Lyric, what’s he going to say? That he wants to jump your jailbait, tenure-destroying bones?”
“I hate to say it, but Serene’s right,” Julian said. “I think you’re crazy for going after him, but he’s not exactly going to fuck you senseless on his desk in the ten minutes allotted between periods, psycho. Come on, get to class.”
Serene walked with me toward our classes. The relaxation I felt was short-lived and was replaced by fury.
“It’s cruel, you know,” I said. “What he did is very cruel.”
“I know it is, maybe that’s his way,” Serene said and fixed my hair in front of the door of my World History class. “You have two choices Lyric: you either give up and find someone else to make yours or you try harder.”
“But, I shouldn’t have to try, Serene. It just should be.”
“What does Papa say…when you know in your heart something should be one way and it isn’t, you move mountains to make it so? Well, you have to move the mountain.”
“I thought I did. I had no question in my mind that this would go as I planned. That just being with me would make him want me. Instead the opposite happened and being with me made him not want me.”
“Blow it off, Lyric,” Serene said and opened the door to my class. “Just leave it alone for the rest of the day. Talk to Papa tonight. He’ll know what to do.”
She was right. Papa always knew what to do and always made the insurmountable, well, mountable.
I went through the rest of the day sullen and despondent. Yes, I was in full-on temper tantrum mode, but I allowed it. I barely spoke at dinner and was a snippy, sniveling brat to Carla. Nico told me to shut the fuck up and I burst into tears and tore through the apartment to my room. I ripped off my uniform and changed into a nightgown. Then I ran into Papa’s library and found my favorite Anais Nin collection and wept over the heartbroken passages of her diary. I had a true Scarlett O’Hara moment.
Papa came in and picked me up off the floor and sat me in his lap on the couch.
“What is it, Lyric?” he said into my ear as he stroked my hair. “What has my beautiful girl so sad?
I told him everything as I sobbed in his lap.
“So, you perceive this as a shun?” Papa said as he wiped the tears off my face. “The fact that he did not succumb to you after you played with yourself in front of him and rather, shooed you out of his classroom as the other students came in? Is that what I understand?”
“He didn’t shoo me out, he dismissed me, Papa. And he said that he did not want me, nor would he ever want me! Doesn’t anyone understand that I’ve wanted him all summer?”
Papa twisted my hair around my fingers and kissed the tears off my cheeks. He smiled at me and turned me around in his lap so I faced away from him.
“He did not dismiss you, Lyric.” Papa said as he massaged my shoulders. “He protected himself. But, you did a very stupid thing acting the way you did.”
I tried to swing around to face Papa, but he dug his fingers in my shoulders and gripped them tight. He pushed my hair aside with his mouth and kissed the side of my neck and earlobes. He pushed down on my shoulders and my ass pressed into his cock. I tried to move to face him but I was frozen.
“Lyric, there must be balance in your actions. If someone walked in the classroom and discovered the show you were putting on for Professor Teresi, what could have happened to you?”
“We wouldn’t have been caught because Serene, Alexander and Julian kept watch at the door,” I said and snuggled back into his body.
“Oh, well that’s lovely!” he said. “So, you realize your escapade could have caused your brothers and sister trouble, too? You all could have been expelled, Lyric! Is this Professor Teresi worth the risk of your expulsion?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Oh, my romantic girl,” Papa said and reached around and ran his hands up and down my legs. “No matter how hard I’ve tried to temper your romanticism, a tragic romantic you’ve always been. You need to be more sensible.”
Papa tickled my belly and I giggled and reached my arms up behind my head and ran my fingers through his hair. He pressed down on the top of my thighs and moved his hands back and forth against my legs. My ass grinded into his cock and I felt the hardness of it through his pants and through my nightgown.
“Listen to m
e, life is a tricky fuck, Lyric. I should know. Who is a bigger trickster than me? No one. You need to control your impulses, especially if your plan is not thought-out. You show all your cards before you truly know your opponent’s motivations. You need to stop that.”
“But I want him, Papa,” I said and hung my head. “And this, the fact that he doesn’t want me, has never happened to me before.”
“I know you do, my love,” Papa said. “Close your eyes and picture this man. See everything about him…his face, his body, even his mannerisms.”
I did as Papa told me and pictured Professor Teresi in my mind. I saw his cushiony full lips, the dimples in his smooth, strong face and his straight Roman nose. I saw his hard body, unobstructed by his business suit, stripped completely in front of me. I imagined his beautiful hands, defined arms, tight, muscular stomach and strong legs. I pictured his cock, erect and thick and beautiful waiting just for me.
As I did this, Papa lifted me off the chair in his lap and back down again as he inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled into the back of my neck. He pressed down on my legs and held me against his amazing body.
“I can feel it, Papa,” I said as I felt Professor Teresi’s cock penetrating me.
“Do you feel that, baby?” Papa said and moaned into my ear. “Do you feel his cock inside you?”
“Yes,” I said. “Fuck yes, I do!”
I opened my eyes and glanced at my lap. My nightgown was around my waist and Papa’s legs were between mine. He dug his fingers into my thighs and lifted me up and down as he bounced his legs. I closed my eyes again and saw Professor Teresi and I fucking in the exact place Papa and I sat. He tore at my neck with his teeth like a wolf and pierced me on his big, hard cock as he slammed me up and down on it like an animal.
“Tell me that you want him to fuck you like this,” Papa said and growled. “Tell Daddy you want your teacher to split your tight little pussy wide with his cock!”