Most girls wouldn't have found Mr. Stone very attractive. He was in his late twenties, tall and lanky and even awkward. He had light blond hair and wore wire-rimmed glasses and a boring navy blue suit. In fact he looked like a very boring guy.
He acted like one, too. He was always mumbling to himself, tripping over the waste basket, breaking the chalk, and losing his notes. He blushed a lot, especially when girls talked to him. He'd never had a date as far as anyone knew. He was really bashful.
But Shari didn't see all that. She saw a man who could be really cute without his glasses and without that dumb suit. He was a nice guy, too, and he'd been a big help to her with math. Now he could be a big help to her in another way.
As he began talking, Shari kept meeting his eyes and smiling. That made him blush and stammer more than ever. Shari had worn very tight jeans and a low-cut shirt, so he could look right down the front and see the ripe curve of her high-riding tits. He could see every curve of her nice little body in those tight clothes.
But he didn't seem to notice. He just went droning on about math, although he did turn red every time Shari smiled at him. She could see that she wasn't getting through to him. After class, she lingered till the other kids had gone.
"Mr. Stone," she purred, "may I talk to you?"
He turned even redder than usual. "W-Why, of course, Shari," he stuttered. "Having problems?"
"You could say that," Shari smiled. "I was wondering if you could give me a few private lessons after school."
"Certainly," he said, "but not today. I have to go to a faculty meeting in just a few minutes. Could we start tomorrow?"
"That'd be great, Mr. Stone," Shari beamed. "See you then."
She went home grinning to herself. She'd created a chance to be alone with the man of her dreams, and she'd be able to let him know exactly how she felt about him and what she wanted. She wasn't going to be a virgin much longer.
But it was hard to wait even for twenty-four hours. Shari felt restless and horny that evening, and finally she told her folks that she was going for a walk. She wasn't sure where she was going till she got out of the house, and then she realized that she was headed for Mr. Stone's place.
The sun was just setting, and it would be dark by the time she got to Stone's house, which was across town. She'd passed it before, fantasizing about him, so she knew right where it was. When she arrived, she sneaked into the back yard and saw a lighted window with no curtains drawn.
Shari crept up to the window and peeked inside. It was Mr. Stone's bedroom. That made her feel really hot and excited. She looked at the double bed and imagined herself in it with Stone. They'd be naked, kissing, caressing, then fucking.
She creamed through her panties. Her virgin slit swelled and got fever-hot. She wanted to knock at the back door and make some excuse to go inside, but while she was still getting up her nerve, Mr. Stone walked into the bedroom.
Shari held her breath. He'd obviously just gotten out of the shower, because all he was wearing was a bath towel wrapped around his lower body. He had a nice body, nicer than she'd dreamed. He must have worked out every day.
She gazed hungrily at his muscular arms and legs, at the thick blond hair mat on his chest. He sure didn't look like a nerd now. But to her disappointment, he picked up his glasses off the bedside table and put them on. He'd be so cute if he didn't wear those dumb glasses.
Stone plumped up the pillows and sat down on the bed. He opened a drawer of the table and took out a magazine. So he was going to spend the evening reading? Shari had much more exciting plans for him, but she was too timid to go to the door and knock.
No, tonight she'd just spy on him. She moved closer to the window, till she was fogging it with her breath. Stone wasn't looking her way. His whole attention was on that magazine. Now Shari could see the magazine more clearly.
"Oh, my gosh!" she gasped.
She could tell right away that it was a naughty magazine. There was hardly any print. Stone was flipping through it, and there was page after page of color photos, pictures of naked women,, The pictures weren't exactly artistic.
Stone stopped and studied one of the photos.
It showed a petite brunette, a girl who looked a lot like Shari. She was stark naked, sitting in a chair with her legs thrown up over the arms.
Her whole pussy was exposed.
Shari reddened and felt a little shocked, but at the same time she was very curious. She stared at the girl's cute triangular bush and pretty furfringed gash. The flesh was light pink and glistening, beaded with cream.
The girl had a very naughty expression on her face. She was running her wet pink tongue around her lips and staring right at Stone. Shari got the message. The girl was telling the reader that she was very horny and that she wanted him to fuck her. Stone stared and stared at the picture.
The girl was cupping her tits, squeezing them lightly, and her small red nipples were stiff. Shari couldn't understand it, but that picture was making her really lusty. More molten cream dripped from her virgin twat and seeped into her panties.
Mr. Stone's handsome face was flushed, his eyes hot, as he studied that naughty photo. The girl looked so much like Shari, it was uncanny.
She even had the same short curly brown hair, the same big blue eyes. Had Mr. Stone noticed the resemblance?
And what was he thinking? Was he thinking about how Shari had smiled at him in class, and was he imagining her sitting naked and coming on to him? The idea made Shari really excited. Maybe she'd gotten through to him after all.
The window was open just a crack, because it was a hot night, and Shari could hear her teacher breathing louder and louder as he ogled the sexy photo. She just wished she could read his thoughts. She was really beginning to think they were about her.
Then Mr. Stone removed his towel. It was all Shari could do to keep from squealing with excitement. He was totally naked now as he tossed the towel aside. The lusty girl stared at his cock. It was enormous, even bigger than Mike's, and it was stiff and hard and drooling.
Thick globs of cream were oozing from the dark cleft of his cock and running down the blue-veined shaft. Shari recalled how Mike's cock had drooled that way when she pumped it. Mr. Stone's prick was rigid and creaming. He was horny out of his mind.
Shari smothered a giggle. It was funny to think of her shy, awkward math teacher as horny. But it was very exciting to see. She just wished she was right beside him, playing with his cock. She wanted to jack him off like she'd done with Mike.
Then she realized that Mr. Stone was going to do the job himself.
Staring intently at the picture, at the naked girl who looked so much like Shari, Stone wrapped his fingers around his mammoth dick and started pumping it. He gave a low hoarse groan as he began masturbating.
Shari groaned, too, then clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. She mustn't be caught now. Mr. Stone would be furious with her, and that would ruin all her plans. With wild arousal she watched him pumping his drooling prick.
Oh, Mr. Stone, honey, she thought, I'd love to do that for you.
Well, maybe tomorrow she would. Meanwhile she was having a very exciting time spying on her teacher. Stone began pumping his meat slowly, sensuously, never taking his eyes off that photo. What was he thinking?
Shari was positive now that he was thinking about her. Today in class he'd noticed her tight clothes and her flirtatious smiles, and he couldn't get her out of his mind. Maybe he was even fantasizing them fucking.
That really turned Shari on. She creamed more heavily than ever. %4r. Stone just might be as hot for her as she was for him. She caught herself rubbing her thighs together, just like she'd done when Mike got her aroused.