I was one pretentious 11th grader who to be fair was captain of the school cricket team and was walking eye candy to most girls. All my friends had crushes during this time with girls our age but I for one, was never interested in teen girls.

In 11th grade a olive skinned gorgeous women with a stunning hour-glassed figure in her mid 20’s was made our class teacher. She had beautiful wavy jet black hair which ended at her round ass. Her full pink lips paired with the lip gloss she wore, summoned primal urges in me that I never knew. I was hooked, everyday was exciting and felt like torture.

I would try to be a good boy and help her out in class. I would get the guys in the back of the class to shut it when she was teaching us about human biology when all I could think of was her biology. Her thanking glances would fill me up with joy and give a intense boner which I did a good with covering under the desk. I would notice her bra strap and fantasise about her leaving the strap out for me to see and lust after her, which it did.

One day during class she came over to my desk and bent towards me to pick up a pen on the floor, exposing cleavage. Her soft voluptuous boobs hugged each other in front of my dilated pupils. She pierced my soul with her eyes as she watched me drool over her. She walked back to the teachers desk and sat down on her chair and asked me to stand up. At this point I have the biggest boner of my life, so I refused to stand up, to which she replied “bring that book of yours”. I slowly got up and walked up to her covering my boner with my book. She asked me to hand her my book. As I did, she glanced at my pants which had a visible bulge and then looked up at me with her pretty brown eyes and gave me a cheeky smirk and asked me to go back to my seat. That was when I realised, that I wasn’t in my fantasy alone.