my teacher and friend
Having sex with one's Teacher is everyone's Dream. What if the dream becomes a reality. Sometimes, Dreams do come true. Well, sometime they do. Camilla was our new Chemistry teacher. Having a HOT, YOUNG, ATTACTIVE teacher is definately a blessing. Specially when you are the class topper and Head of the student body in your college. Meeting Camilla outside college hours was a luxury i could afford as she was new and college dean would give her menial of tasks. Which i would volunteer to help her with. About three days into meeting over lazy afternoons and late evenings in lbrary and empty classrooms, i made my move by standing behind her with a hard-on. I knew she could feel me. Sittting in front of her laptop, she made no move to dissuade me. Next day, while i was working on some problem on computer, she bend over behind me in a way that her boobs carresed my shouder. I intentiionally pinched them by arching my back. That evening before leaving she asked me to come over to her apartment for some notes. I was almost dying with anticipation.
At her home, everybody was out for some marriage in another city. I couldn't control my nerves nor the pressure. It felt like i could explode when she changed into a small top and super small mini. My throat was litreally parched. She intentionally dropped water on my jeans, which were almost busting with anticipation. In the excuse of drying my jeans with tissue she slowly started to caress the bulge in my jeans. I couldnt stop myself and kissed her on the mouth.She replied so passionately that i almost fell over on the couch. That was where we first had sex. It was more of her breaking the buttons on my shirt and my thrusting my 7 inch hard steel in her tight dripping wet pussy. She moaned so load and i came instantaniously. She gave me a shy smile and took me to her bedroom. We continued there for another two times, which i am proud to say were not small intervals. That evening will be forever a plesant dream in my memories.
That week went like a dream for me. Having discovered sexual pleasures for the first time, i explored my chemistry teacher's body with the enthusiasm of pioneer and found even greater pleasures. On our last night together i asked camilla, with all sincerity, why cant we meet again???
"Sunny! This should not have happened. I am old enough to be your mother. Relationship can only work when both are in the same age group. It is a different issue that older men do marry younger women, sometimes. But, you would rarely find it the other way. If a woman is with a much younger man she would be ridiculed. It is providence that we came together and we have given each other so much pleasure and enjoyment. Let us both cherish this as a beautiful dream....that is all; a very sweet dream. You should get on with your life."
Camilla Mam was back to being his teacher again!
"Teacher, can we again enjoy like this at least whenever there is an opportunity?" i pleaded.
"Would you want that?" Camilla was smiling as she asked.
"Yes teacher. Very much." I responded eagerly.
In reply Camilla kissed me deeply and whispered a yes.
Thus I was back to my routine life as a student. As the days went by, memories of that glorious week started receding. Our half yearly exams were fast approaching and Ramana requested me to join him for 'combined studies' at his place. He said that It would be a great help because I could then clarify his 'doubts' on the spot.
I wasn't against the idea because my own home was too crowded and there was a lot of disturbance. When Ramana's mother too spoke to my mother and requested that I help him, the matter was finalized.
Thus we started our combined studies. Ramana's home was a rented house. It comprised of one big hall, one kitchen and one small store room. It had a small backyard in which the bathroom and toilet were located along with a few flower plants. As his father was away at the project site and visited them only once a month, their home was barely furnished with just a few essentials only.
Ramana's younger s****r Vijaya was around my age and she was in her Pre university course in a Girls' college. Vijaya was tall and slim and fair complexioned. She had a flat chest and a pimpled face. She had a nice smile and long, jet black curly hair which she wore in twin plaits.
In studies, she was like her b*****r, not intelligent and weak in mathematics. She often sought my help with mathematics and I loved acting as her teacher and bossing over her. She addressed me by my name.
The main entrance to their home opened into the hall. Ramana and I used to spread our mat on the left hand corner and study there. Vijaya used to sit at the other corner on the same side of the hall and facing us. The Hall had one ceiling fan located right at the centre point of the hall. So when it was time to sl**p, Ramana and I made our beds under the fan towards the right side.
Vijaya and her mother made their beds a little away, towards the left side. All of us needed the fan to keep away the mosquitoes. We used to study till midnight and then sl**p, while the ladies slept much earlier. Ramana slept like a log once he hit the bed.
My recent sexual fling with Camilla Madam changed me considerably. I was no longer a novice; as a matter of fact I now considered myself quite experienced. And I was now on the lookout for new opportunities. But I was mature enough not to brag about Camilla Madam to anyone. I continued to keep up my appearance of an innocent and intelligent teenager.
One night, after our studies we went to bed. Ramana slept within minutes and I couldn't sl**p so fast and was tossing around. Vijaya who was sl**ping next to her mother, with her back to me, turned around in her sl**p. She was dressed in her normal dress of a petticoat, blouse and a voni (half sari). As she turned, her half sari fell away from her blouse.
As I have said earlier, Vijaya had a flat chest. She had very small boobs that were almost negligible; or so I thought till then. In her present position she was turned towards her right and resting on her side. In the dim light of the bed lamp, I could see her small boobs inside her blouse and they no longer looked negligible. She was probably around four feet away from me.
Then she did something that really sent my pulse racing. Her left hand moved as if to scratch her midriff and in the process her blouse got pushed upwards over her small tits. It looked as if her actions were genuine and blouse that was loose got pushed up accidentally. The net result was, the lower half of her small breasts were visible to me, including the lower half of her areole. The blouse miraculously still covered her nipples.
I was truly fascinated by the sight of those small breasts that contrasted so much from Kamala Madame's large and full boobs. These had a strange appeal to me...they looked like flower buds and so inviting. I had this strong urge to uncover them completely and see her nipples too. And, if possible, I wanted to touch them.
Ramana was sl**ping with his back to me. Her mother was, likewise, was sl**ping with her back to Vijaya. So, there was no immediate threat from either. Vijaya herself appeared to be sound asl**p. I made my move immediately.
I slid forward along the floor by a few inches at a time, till I was just a couple of feet away from her. I then lay on my belly, my pillow under my head and slowly extended my right arm fully along her bed. I just fell short of her exposed right tit.
Relaxing thus for a minute, I made a slight readjustment of my position and the tip of my forefinger made its first tentative contact with Vijaya's exposed ,small boob. It was very soft to touch and I just pressed my finger tip lightly into the flesh. It felt exactly like a bouncy rubber ball. I first wanted my visual treat. So, I gently pushed her blouse up, a little at a time and uncovered her breasts.
Her areole was perfect circle of very light brown. Right in the geometrical centre was her nipple. Each nipple was a small, pink rose bud. They contrasted so much from Kamala Madame's in size, color and texture. They looked so fresh, innocent and youngish. When seen thus in their totality, her small tits appeared very attractive. Now, I had to touch them...both of them.
I readjusted my position. I lay on my left side now, facing Vijaya who lay on her right side. I fully extended my left hand and just managed to reach her right tit. It was obvious that I needed to move forward a little more in order to palm her boob.
Even as was about to move, Vijaya shifted in her sl**p. She turned further to her right and lay at an angle now. This move of her was very fortuitous for me because it brought her right boob into my palm, pressing against it.
Her small breast with its pink tip fitted smugly into my palm and I squeezed it once very gently, looking at Vijaya's face for any reaction. She continued to sl**p, though her breath seemed to have quickened a bit.
Confident of myself now, I stretched my right hand and found her left boob which was now closer to me. My fingers found her small nipple and started a gentle tease. It responded immediately and stood out proud and erect. Her hardened nipple was very cute.
I spent quite some time playing with her cute breasts. I had the strong urge to kiss her boobs and suck them. But I knew the risks were very high at that point of time and I should be content with what I did for the present. I would look for opportunities in future. Silently I bid her a good night and turned over to the other side.
Next day was a busy day at the college. But, whenever I could, I thought of Vijaya's cute breasts and how heavenly they felt in my hands. I was determined to continue tonight and may be, I could do even better than last night, with a bit of luck.
When I went to their place that evening after my dinner for the studies, I found everything normal. It was obvious to me that Vijaya slept through the whole episode last night and she was another sound sl**per like her b*****r Ramana.
We went to bed around midnight and by then Vijaya and her mother were sound asl**p. I waited for about fifteen minutes for Ramana to sl**p before making my move. When I turned over on my left side to face Vijaya, I was thrilled to find two things.
The first was that Vijaya's position was even closer to my bed than last night. The second was that her blouse was partly open at the lower end and her small boobs were already peeking out.
Without wasting time, my hands got busy with her cute boobs and started playing with them. Her breathing quickened a bit and a very slight moan escaped her. That made me a little cautious and I reduced the pressure of my squeeze. After a few minutes, I dropped my right hand from her boob to her tummy and waist.
Vijaya was a very slim girl and she had a very slim waist. The curve of her waist had always held a fascination for me. Here was a chance to see and perhaps feel it. I gently rubbed her flat tummy which was silken smooth to touch as my hand traversed to her waist.
My fingers touched the top edge of her petticoat which is normally tied tightly around the waist with a string. As my fingers brushed against the edge, another surprise awaited me.
The draw string was loose and untied!
I couldn't believe my luck. As my fingers pushed it, her petticoat just moved down without any resistance. My right hand felt the smooth curve of her waist and I had to exercise a lot of self control in not grabbing it tightly. Caressing her slim waist, I analyzed the situation.
Could it be that Vijaya was aware of my moves and was actually cooperating with me? The open blouse and the loose petticoat pointed to that possibility. If that was the case, I could certainly proceed further. But I should tread with care.
Resting my right hand on her flat belly, I gently pushed my hand down under her loose petticoat and slowly moved it down. I first encountered her navel. As my actions also caused the petticoat to move down, I had a visual treat too.
Her navel was small and a perfect circle with a tapering central hole. As my fingertip gently probed it, Vijaya gave a light moan. Her right tit moved further into my squeezing left palm.
Her lower abdomen was silken smooth and warm to my touch. I slid my hand further down till my fingers encountered her sparse pubic hair and touched her pussy. I was all excited now.
Ensuring that Ramana and his mother still had their backs to us and asl**p, I moved my hand and cupped her virgin pussy in my right palm. I felt her gasp and her pussy quiver in my hand. Vijaya opened her eyes and gave me a shy smile.
Next second, her left hand went under her petticoat and covered the top of my hand resting on her pussy and slightly adjusted it. My thumb was now resting on the upper folds of her vagina and my fingers near her moist slit that was the entrance to her virgin treasures. Her own fingers were slim and long and they pushed my shaking fingers to her wet slit.
I was literally floating in high skies. She had now joined me in this erotic adventure and was my willing partner. I looked at her pimply face which now had a glow to it and her red lips were quivering and wet and very inviting. As if on a signal, we both moved our heads and our lips touched each other.
Next second my lips locked on her lower lip and started sucking it hungrily. In no time we were fully lip locked. Her kiss was very sweet, as if her lips were coated with honey! In my guts I knew I was the first to kiss her thus!
We were both lost in the sweet first kiss for a few moments. When we broke up, we quickly readjusted to each other's body. She moved her head on to my left shoulder with my left hand on her lower back now. My right hand and her left hand together rested on her pussy. Her right hand now grabbed the tent formed in my pajama.
As my middle finger slipped into her wet pussy, her hand unbuttoned my pajama opening and pulled out my hard cock. We clamped our mouths together in a deep wet kiss. Our fingers were frantic in their movement now; the desperate urgency of the beginners.
My forefinger joined my middle finger in her small, wet, juicy and hot cunt poking, probing and wiggling. Her own slim fingers clamped on my erect cock and stroked it furiously, up and down.
It was no wonder that in just a couple of minutes we both climaxed. My semen spurted in a jet on to her tummy and her juices washed my own palm. Vijaya cleaned her tummy and my cock with her half sari and with loving care.
She took a wet finger and put it in her mouth to taste cum. She made a face at me. Wiping my own palm with her voni, I too copied her move and tasted my own finger. It had a pungent taste and I too made a face at her.
Luckily for us neither her mother nor her b*****r was disturbed by our frenzied activities and that was the real surprise. We kissed each other good night, moved apart, turned our backs on each other and slept.
From next day things were different between vijaya and me. We were now secret lovers. We stole secret glances at each other, gave secret smiles, touched when no one watched us. We made love in our way in the nights, whenever possible.
Damm i miss those days :(