Nova sat in the passenger seat of Mr. Whyte’s car, her legs crossed and a mischievous glint in her eye. The young woman had developed quite a crush on her literature teacher over the semester. His kind smile, that tousled hair, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed at one of her witty remarks. She wanted to feel his strong hands on her soft skin, to press her perky breasts against his firm chest.
As they drove down the winding country road towards her house, an idea took hold. Nova uncrossed her legs and leaned over towards Mr. Whyte. “Hey teach, mind pulling over for a minute? I need to ask you something private,” she purred in a seductive tone.
Mr. Whyte glanced over curiously but did as she asked, steering the car onto the shoulder where the bushes provided seclusion. He put it in park and turned to face Nova. “What’s up, Nova? You know you can always talk to me about anything.”
Nova smiled coyly and reached over to cup Mr. Whyte through his trousers. He gasped in surprise. “Oh Nova, we shouldn’t…” he protested weakly even as his hardness pressed against her palm.
“Shh, I know you’ve been looking at me too,” Nova breathed. “I can see how much you want me.” She undid his fly and pulled out his thick, turgid cock. Licking her lips, she bent down and took him into her warm, wet mouth. “Mmm, you taste so good,” Nova moaned around his shaft.
Mr. Whyte groaned and tangled his fingers in her hair, no longer resisting. Nova bobbed her head, slurping and sucking eagerly. She loved how he throbbed on her tongue. After a few minutes, she pulled back with a wet pop. “I need to taste your pussy too,” Mr. Whyte growled, desire overriding his reservations.
“Ooh yes,” Nova panted. She hiked up her skirt and straddled Mr. Whyte’s lap, grinding against him. “Make me come with that wicked tongue of yours.”
Mr. Whyte pushed her panties aside and latched onto Nova’s dripping sex. “Mmm, you’re so sweet,” he mumbled against her folds as he lapped and probed her. Nova writhed and moaned shamelessly, overcome with pleasure. Her climax crashed through her and she shuddered in bliss.
After they recovered, a shy smile passed between the illicit lovers. “That was incredible…but it has to stay our secret, okay?” Mr. Whyte said.
“Mum’s the word,” Nova agreed. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow, Mr. Whyte. Maybe we can do this again sometime.” She kissed him sweetly and pulled her skirt down before climbing from the car.
As she watched him drive off, Nova grinned to herself. She had Mr. Whyte right where she wanted him now – and this was only the beginning. She turned and headed excitedly to her house, already thinking about their next private study session.