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Shakespeare's Sonnet 18 Part II

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One month later…

 

                I woke up early in the morning so I could get ready for the day. Today was very special. It had been a month since Mr. Lee and I decided to make it official, so I decided I would dress extra special for him. So far, he and I had only done make-out sessions, but today we were going to take it a step further. Going to my closet, I pulled out a white spaghetti strap tank top and a mid-thigh length black pleated skirt. After putting them on, I studied myself in the mirror and smiled. Mr. Lee was sure going to like this. Strapping on my heels, I threw on an over shirt that tied right under my breast line, which happened to accentuate my figure, but at least I wouldn’t get in trouble with school authority.

                When I arrived at school, I had some time before first period so I headed to see Mr. Lee. When I walked in he was conversing with another teacher on the book The Clockwork Orange. I listened intently before both teachers noticed I was there.

                “Mr. Lee?” I started innocently, “I need a bit of help deciphering one of the passages from yesterday’s homework. Could you help me?”

                “Dave, would you mind-?”

                “I wouldn’t mind at all, Tim; we can catch up during lunch.” Dave walked passed me without even glancing at me. I don’t mean to sound conceded or anything, but this surprised me.

As if reading my mind, Mr. Lee spoke up, “Dave isn’t interested in women.”

                “Oh, but I-“

                “Believe me, any man interested in women would have stayed a bit longer and stared at you. You look gorgeous.” Mr. Lee smiled and I melted.

Gorgeous hadn’t been exactly what I was hoping for, but Mr. Lee was a sensitive man and probably felt treating women like sexual objects was crude.  Attempting to get him hot and bothered I walked into the classroom a bit further and sat on one of the desks, crossing my legs. It had the desired effect. Mr. Lee’s eyes went from my face to the large amount of exposed thigh. He swallowed right before the bell rang. Climbing off the desk I walked towards the door, swaying my hips as much as possible, “I’ll see you later, Mr. Lee.” I gave him the sultriest look I could manage before heading to my first period. All through the day I was thinking of different things I wanted to do to him. By the time 6th period hit, I had made my decision and I was practically dripping through my thong at the thought. Finally the bell rang. After all the students filed out, I sidled up to Mr. Lee’s desk and bent over it, making sure I was showing cleavage.

                “Mr. Lee, do you know what today is?”

                “Our one month.” He smiled at me and pulled out a box from inside his desk before standing up and moving to shut the door. I was rather taken aback; my other boyfriends never thought the one month meant anything. Opening the gift, inside was a beautiful necklace that had a Fleur de Lis pendant on it. I gasped in shock; the Fleur de Lis was my favorite flower.

                “Mr. Lee, it’s gorgeous!”

                “Here, let me help put it on.” Mr. Lee came up behind me and grabbed the two ends of the chain; I lifted my hair and he clasped it behind my neck. Instead of moving away, Mr. Lee dropped his hands to my shoulders and then down my arms, finally resting on my stomach. I felt warm breath against my neck as he began kissing it and moving his lips down across my shoulder. It was a tender gesture, but it was driving me crazy. I grabbed Mr. Lee’s hands and moved them up to my breasts. For a moment, I thought he was going to pull away, but surprise caught me when he began gently squeezing them in his hands. He reached a hand into my tank top and cupped my bare breast in it. Moving his fingers he began playing with my nipple while still kissing my neck. The combination of the two nearly sent me over the edge. As painful as it was, I moved away from him and motioned for him to sit in his chair.

                “You gave me a present; I think I owe you one in return.” Smiling, I slid his belt apart and began to unbutton his pants. Within seconds, I had them off and around his ankles. His dick sprung out from its cage and greeted me with full attention. I bit my lip; Mr. Lee wasn’t a terribly big man, but he wasn’t lacking good length. I would estimate close to six inches long and near to two inches wide. Placing my hands on either side of his dick, I looked up at him as I took him inside my mouth. Mr. Lee let out a gasp as I moved slowly over the tip. I swirled my tongue around it and placed one of my hands on the base and began to move my hand up and down.

                “Oh, Ella” Mr. Lee moaned as I continued swirling my tongue on the tip. I began sucking on it softly, occasionally squeezing harder with my mouth. After a few moments, I moved my mouth as far down as I could. I felt him hit the back of my throat, but I held it there while both my hands travelled up his body to play with his nipples. His hips thrust upward and his dick pressed farther into my throat, momentarily catching me off guard. Within another moment, though, I was back on track and began moving my mouth up and down faster. I was beginning to get a great rhythm going. I took my mouth off of him and he opened his eyes and looked at me pleadingly. I shook a finger at him before taking off my top shirt and pulling my tank top down so my breasts were fully exposed to him. In one swift motion, Mr. Lee had lifted me up onto the chair with him and placed my breast in his mouth while massaging the other.

                “Ooh, Mr. Lee” I gasped as he began to move his hand down towards my dripping center. I felt his fingers on my clit; rubbing it between his index finger and thumb. The sensation drove me over the edge. I began bucking against his hand wildly and I pressed his mouth closer against my breast as my orgasm hit me in thundering waves. He kept moving his fingers until I was done. Removing his hand from me, he placed it in his mouth and savored the sweet taste. I slid back onto my knees and took him into my mouth again. I started moving up and down fast and he grabbed onto my shoulders for support as I moved him in and out faster and faster and then finally he gasped aloud and I felt him swell before his cum hit the back of my throat. I kept sucking until he was finished and then I swallowed it. I licked my lips and smiled at him before putting my clothes back on.

                “How did you like your present, Mr. Lee?” I asked sitting on his desk in front of him. He smiled a weak smile before slowly moving to pull his pants back on. It took him a few tries to sit forward and bend over before he got it. He stood and kissed my forehead before kissing me on the lips.

                “That was amazing, Ella. Thank you.” He kissed me again before embracing me. He was that way and I loved it.

                “I wish I could stay longer, but I have to go. One of my teachers assigned a ridiculous homework assignment. I’ll see you later, Mr. Lee.” With that I grabbed my things and walked out of his classroom. That was the best one-month anniversary I have ever had.

 

If I get positive comments, I may make a part 3

Shakespeare's Sonnet 18 Part 1

MarSant21 on Teen Stories

I was 17 years old and a junior at Belmont High in Missouri. I had been going to school at Belmont for two years and I was known pretty well throughout the school; with all the sports I participated in, it was hard for people not to at least know my name. My first year at Belmont broke way to something I never thought would happen. Although I was used to liking boys, I never thought that I would fall for an older man.

His name was Mr. Lee. He was about 30 years old. He was half Japanese and half American and to me, he was the epitome of handsome. He had tan skin, gorgeous brown eyes and a body that made any girl swoon. I had been in Mr. Lee's class in freshman year and I had been in love with him ever since. He hadn't noticed me much freshman year, but I was hoping that my being in his junior class would change that.

Since I had been in his freshman class I had grown in more ways than one. My entire body was toned, due to all the rigorous sports I participated in. I also gained a little more figure in wondrous areas. My breasts were a 32C and I thought I had a decent butt. I had dark brown hair that flowed to the middle of my back in gentle waves and light green eyes. My mom always claimed I was a knockout, but so far I hadn't had much luck.

I stood outside Mr. Lee's classroom and watched him for a few moments wondering if he would remember me at all. Taking a deep breath I walked in and found myself a seat in the middle of the room. Mr. Lee looked up from his computer and smiled at me; I loved his smile.

"Ella Soleil, right? I had you in my class 2 years ago didn't I?" He remembered. For a moment I thought I was going to faint. Quickly, I pulled myself together.

"Y-Yeah, I was in your class freshman year-Creative Writing."

"I thought I recognized you. Well, Ella, you're going to like this year. If I recall, you were quite the little brain when it came to writing." I was so glad when the other students trickled in right after otherwise Mr. Lee might have seen my cheeks blush a bright red. 

The first day of class went smoothly; Mr. Lee even made a comment or two on my interpretation of the text we read. After class, being my last hour, I headed home thankful that my sports had ended already in 2nd trimester. Throughout the evening I was distracted as I thought of Mr. Lee and how much I was looking forward to being in his class. My dreams even included him. I won't say they were clean, because that would be lying, but I will admit that they were fun to be a part of.

 The next couple weeks of school went by the same, including my classes with Mr. Lee. It seemed that any opportunity he could get he would point out what I thought about a passage or ask me to share something I had written. He even sometimes asked me to stay after class and discuss further on what was talked about in class. Those days were hard; being alone with him in the room. Mr. Lee didn't seem to mind sitting close to me and talking about anything, however, him doing so made it hard for me to concentrate.

One particular day, he made it extremely hard for me to concentrate. We had been studying Shakespeare in class and had even done readings of some of his sonnets or monologues Shakespeare wrote for his characters. Mr. Lee asked me to stay after a particular lesson when we had been focusing on Shakespeare's most emotional passages in his plays.

"Ella-would you mind staying after class? I would like to share something with you."

"Oh, no problem, Mr. Lee."

I walked back into the classroom; my heart beating faster.

 "Ella, have you ever heard or read Shakespeare's Sonnet 18?"

"Not fully, no. Isn't that the one that says something about a summer's day?"

"Correct you are, Ella." Mr. Lee chimed with a smile on his face as he walked over to a bookshelf and grabbed a huge book that had a picture of Shakespeare on the cover. Placing it on my desk, he stood behind me and opened the book to the correct page.

"Why don't you read the Sonnet for us, Ella? Breathe Shakespeare's words from your lips." For a moment I just sat there and stared at the page. Mr. Lee was standing so close I could smell his cologne and God did it smell good. As I started reading, he moved from standing over me to sitting in a desk beside me. Right before the last couplet, Mr. Lee took over from memory; his eyes closed. "So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, so long lives this and this gives life to thee."

"It's beautiful Mr. Lee." Mr. Lee nodded.

"Shakespeare had a knack for writing beautiful sonnets. I know of another beautiful poem, not by Shakespeare, but just as beautiful. Close your eyes and listen to the words." Mr. Lee began the poem and I found myself being held in a kind of trance by his voice. After a few moments, he finished the poem, but I was still in my own little world. I only snapped out of that world when I felt a hand on the back of my neck and lips pressing against mine. Without thinking, I began to kiss the lips back, finding myself in a state of tranquility. I slipped my tongue into Mr. Lee's mouth and made our kiss more intense. After a few moments I felt Mr. Lee pull away abruptly.

"I should not have done that. I am sorry Ella."

Waking up from my trance, I focused my eyes on Mr. Lee's face and studied it. He looked troubled. Finally finding my voice, I managed to whisper, "Don't be sorry."

"What?" Mr. Lee's surprise was not hidden well.

"I said don't be sorry Mr. Lee."

"Ella, it is not right for a teacher to kiss his student."

"I don't care if it was right or not Mr. Lee. I have been hoping you would do that for 2 and a half years!" As soon as the words escaped my lips I covered my mouth and my eyes opened in shock at my own audacity. Mr. Lee's expression changed to one of utter surprise as well. 

"You have been hoping...?" His voice trailed off. In a panicked motion, I swept my books into my arms and darted from the classroom, leaving Mr. Lee there staring after me. 

The next day of class, Mr. Lee acted as though nothing had happened. He carried on with his lesson as normal and even his interactions with me seemed usual. After class, he again asked me if I would stay after. I had a feeling that we wouldn’t be discussing Shakespeare, though.

“Mr. Lee, abou-“

“Ella. What happened yesterday… we have two choices. Either we can act as if it didn’t happen and carry on a normal teacher and student relationship which is the smarter idea for both of us or we can attempt what we started yesterday. I do not want you to tell me your answer now. This can impact both of our lives greatly and if we plan on continuing with it, it needs to be met with extreme thought. I will see you tomorrow Ella.” With that Mr. Lee dismissed me and sat at his computer. I stood there a moment before heading out of the room.

That night held one of the hardest decisions I had yet faced in my life. I could either follow my own desires and still see Mr. Lee and risk jeopardizing his job, or I could turn my back on the thing that had been my dream for the past two years. By the time I fell asleep, I had my answer.

The next day I had trouble focusing in any of my other classes; I was too nervous for what was to come in 6th period. Finally, the last bell of the day rang. Feeling my heart pound faster in my chest, I walked up to Mr. Lee as the last student left the room.

“Mr. Lee, I have made my decision,” As I spoke the words, Mr. Lee looked as though he were bracing himself for the answer, “If you are willing to like me as I like you and if you are willing to risk your job for this, then I will be yours Mr. Lee.”

Mr. Lee heaved a sigh of relief and his eyes lit up. In a moment I felt myself pressed against him and his lips found mine and kissed me softly. Those years of me watching him and wishing he was mine had finally paid off. This realization started a yearning inside of me; my hands traveled to Mr. Lee’s shoulders and they snaked their way into his soft hair. Mr. Lee lifted me up and placed me on his desk; standing between my legs he began to kiss me more passionately. He pressed his pelvis closer to mine and I felt the bulge in his pants. A fire erupted inside me and pressed him harder and harder against me, grinding into him. I felt his lips leave mine and his body move away quickly.

“Ella!” He said in astonishment.

“I-I’m sorry Mr. Lee. I must have got carried away.” I smiled sheepishly at him, but there was a wicked glint in my eyes.

“Ella. You can have sexual relations with anyone, but it takes effort to truly love someone. I do not want this to be only about good feelings and desires of the flesh.”

Biting my lip I realized he was right. If I loved him as I thought I did, then I could avoid rushing into physical desires with him too quickly.

“I understand.” I hopped off his desk and walked over to him and hugged him. “I should be heading off now. I’m sure you have homework to grade or something.”

“Yeah, I got grades to enter in.” He chuckled. “I’ll see you Monday, Ella.”

I kissed him and then walked to the door.

“See you Monday, Mr. Lee.”

 

Part 2 will be up shortly J