It may have been a spur of the moment decision, but I didn't care. I was tired of being labeled as the school slut at prom and I wanted to show everyone that I was in control of my own sexuality. So, when my teacher, Mr. Smith, approached me at prom and asked if I wanted to go to the bathroom with him, I didn't hesitate. We snuck away from the dance floor and into the bathroom, locking ourselves in one of the stalls. Without saying a word, Mr. Smith pushed me against the wall and started kissing me passionately. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me and it only turned me on more. We quickly undressed each other, our hands and mouths exploring every inch of each other's bodies. I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth, my hands stroking his shaft as I sucked him off. He moaned and tangled his fingers in my hair, urging me on. I could feel my own arousal building as I pleasured him, and I knew I wanted more. I stood up and pushed him onto the toilet seat, straddling him and guiding him inside of me. We both moaned as he filled me up, his hands gripping my hips as I rode him. We were both lost in the moment, the sounds of our moans and the slapping of our bodies filling the small bathroom stall. We didn't care who could hear us, we were lost in our own pleasure. When we were finished, we quickly got dressed and left the bathroom, returning to the dance floor as if nothing had happened. But inside, I felt satisfied and empowered. I had taken control of my sexuality and showed everyone that I wasn't just the school slut, I was a sexual being who could make her own decisions. I have no regrets about what I did that night. It was a moment of rebellion and self-discovery that I will always remember. And I'll always have a smirk on my face when I think about how I shocked my classmates and took control of my reputation.