The half-term break seems to have been the longest week of my life. I keep revisiting my half-hour of passion with Abi over and over.
She is still sending me messages and pictures from a sun-drenched holiday in Italy with her family and teasing, hot, sensational, revealing, sexy pictures. Her frolicking on a beautiful sandy beach in various bikinis. Out and about in some picturesque old town in the evenings, wearing gorgeous summer dresses.
And then, naked pictures from her hotel room, her stunningly toned body on full show, kept me on the hook. She has me right where she wants me, stoking the coals of my desire for her. I try to appear cool and that I don’t have it bad for her, but I’m sure she knows what’s going on in my head.
On the first day back after half-term, I am sitting having breakfast in the kitchen, scrolling through my news feed, when I receive an email from the headteacher. It has been sent to all staff about “an incident” at school. We are to assemble for an urgent staff meeting that morning at 8:30 am.
My heart is pounding out of my chest; I feel sick with anxiety and fear of the worst, unable to finish my toast. I am barely able to concentrate on my commute to work, figuring I will be in more trouble if I suddenly go AWOL. I arrive at school, and a police car is parked outside. For a moment, I consider turning around and getting out of there, but a colleague who is walking past greets me with a wave, and I nearly crash as I park my car. I sit there for a minute, take a deep breath, then grab my things from the passenger seat and walk towards the school building, trying to look calmer than I feel.
I swipe in through the main entrance, head for the staff room, and sit down, paranoid that all my colleagues are looking at me and whispering. Surely the head isn’t going to call me out in front of everybody?
He is the last to arrive, the type of man who likes to be the centre of attention.
He looks relatively calm for some reason this morning. This is in stark contrast to his usual intense persona, which is slightly disconcerting.
“Morning everyone,” he begins before clearing his throat. Once he is satisfied that all eyes are on him, he begins.
“It has come to my attention during the half-term break that a serious incident that affects the welfare of our students has occurred on the school premises,” he says rather ominously.
He pauses briefly and looks around the room, enjoying the attention of all those present. He then looks in my direction.
I feel my stomach somersault, my face feels hot, and my scalp starts to itch.
“The caretaker has discovered that one of the fire doors has been tampered with and that several items of computer hardware are missing from the IT rooms. I need you all to check your classrooms and offices to ensure nothing else has been taken, and let me know if anything is missing as soon as possible. The police are currently carrying out a forensic inspection, but the school will operate as normal today.”
I swallow hard and breathe a little easier. I am ok, for now at least.
The rest of the day passes relatively smoothly, as do the next couple of days, and I keep to myself, not wanting to draw any attention.
I don’t see Abi, but she sends me a message on Tuesday evening saying she has a present for me and can’t wait to give it to me.
On Wednesday afternoon, I decided to stay late to catch up on some marking and other paperwork, relishing the peace of my small office.
There is currently building work taking place in my apartment block, with the constant sound of drilling going on until 6 pm most days.
I look up briefly from my work to take in the view of the school playing fields. I can see the Year 11 boys playing football, their urgent shouts carried on the wind.
I lean forward and look to the left towards the astro pitch, running track, and sports hall.
The doors of the sports hall suddenly open, and a group of girls from the netball team appear in their purple kit, chattering away to each other. At this distance, I can’t be sure, but I think I see Abi amongst them. I watch until they disappear from view, a light breeze drifting in through the open window lifting a few loose papers on the edge of the desk. I move my stapler onto them to prevent them from blowing away and go back to my marking. After a few minutes, I am chuckling to myself at the clumsy but interesting way one of my students has compared Macbeth to a modern horror film.
“What’s so funny?” I hear a voice say suddenly.
I swivel round in my chair and see Abi standing in the doorway, leaning on the door frame, a huge smile on her face. She is still wearing her tight and very short purple and white netball dress and her black Converse sneakers.
I smile back at her, taking in her athletic figure, her slim, newly tanned arms, shoulders, and legs, her shimmering hair this time worn in a single plait, and her gorgeous, twinkling brown eyes.
She bounds towards me and sits down on my knee, puts her hands to my face, and kisses me. My cock immediately starts to grow in my boxers due to her proximity, and I close my eyes and enjoy the moment, breathing in her scent; summer flowers, strawberries and goodness knows what else. She smells divine.
“You know we have to be careful about this,” I say as I open my eyes, brushing a stray hair from her cheek.
She smiles and replies with mock incredulousness.
“Now, where’s the fun in that?” And she gets up, facing me with one hand on her hip.
“Anyway, would you like your present now?” she says before tilting her head to the side slightly.
“Sure, I’ve been trying to guess what it is,” I say, relaxing slightly and smiling.
“Close your eyes and no peeking,” she teases.
I do as I’m told, and with my eyes closed tightly, my other senses are heightened as I hear her moving about and then some rustling, perhaps getting something from her bag. Suddenly, I can feel the warmth of her body close to me, along with her strawberry scent, and I smile in anticipation.
“Ok, you can open your eyes now,” she whispers.
I slowly open them. Abi is leaning over me, the netball dress gone, wearing just her thong and her sneakers. Her hair is now hanging down over her bare shoulders. Her breasts are inches from my face. They too, are slightly tanned and pert as ever, her nipples already like bullets.
“I thought you might like to see my all-over tan,” she says and twirls round, giving me a 360-degree view of her perfect body. I reach up to touch her breasts, but she brushes my hands away, “Not yet, sir!”
She does a sort of curtsey and says, gesturing towards herself.
“THIS is only part of your present….”
She puts her hands on my knees and leans towards me, but stops short, making me lean towards her. Our eyes close as our lips meet. She kisses me with hunger and desire, gently exploring my mouth with her tongue, before pulling away slightly.
“Now for the rest of your present,” she whispers almost mischievously.
She sinks to her knees, takes one of the hair bands from her right wrist, and ties her hair up in a ponytail. I break out into a massive grin. I know what is coming, so to speak. She smiles like the Cheshire cat, and I sit up expectantly.
She takes hold of my right hand, then my index finger, and puts it on her lips. She slowly slips my finger into her mouth and starts to suck on it, her eyes closed. This is an unexpected turn-on, and my erection intensifies in my boxers. I watch her moving her mouth slowly along my finger, her tongue flicking against the tip.
Abi then takes my finger out of her mouth, smiling, and her eyes flicker open, twinkling.
Her hands go to my flies, and she unzips my trousers.
She stares into my eyes as she undoes my belt, my rock-hard cock now straining against the fabric of my boxer shorts. She reaches inside my trousers and slips my cock out of my boxers, looks at it, smiling broadly at the end glistening slightly with precum, and starts to gently kiss the tip.
All the tension of the last few days melts away as Abi starts to gently suck my cock. She tenderly massages it in her right hand, squeezing it just enough, then points it straight up, running her tongue up and down the underside, kissing my balls gently, and then pushing the tip into her mouth, holding my gaze all the time.
I undo my trousers and pull them and my boxers down out of the way. She then points my cock towards her nipples, rubbing the tip of my cock all around them, her saliva acting as a lubricant, and the feeling is sensational, especially as I can feel the hardness of her nipples on the sensitive tip of my cock.
She has a wicked grin on her face as she continues to do this, whilst also moving her hand up and down the length of my engorged cock.
“Did you miss me, sir? Did you miss my tits? Did you miss me getting your dick hard? Did you miss having your dick inside me?” She asks as she looks into my eyes.
She slips the tip in and back out of her mouth again.
“In my mouth?”
I can’t believe this is happening. Why has this beautiful girl chosen me and is doing these things to me? I thank whichever God is responsible as I feel her tongue swirl around in circles over the surface of my cock.
She suddenly takes my cock in her mouth again and tries to deep throat me. She grips my legs and starts bobbing her head up and down, the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat; it feels fantastic. I moan loudly and seem to get even harder from it.
She chokes slightly, then pulls my cock out of her mouth, trails of her saliva visible, spits on it, shoves it back in and deep throats me again, straining to get my full length in her mouth, her nose touching my stomach.
“Jesus Christ, Abi, where did you learn that?” I gasp in a haze of ecstasy as she holds herself against me, my cock buried in her throat.
She pulls my cock out of her mouth again to speak, “I’ve been watching some videos and wanted to give you a special gift for leaving you all alone last week.”
“Fucking hell, if you’re going to learn stuff like this, you should go on holiday more often,” I reply.
She giggles and then bobs her head back down on to my saliva-soaked cock, the slurping and sucking sounds echoing round the room.
I reach down and caress her breasts; she pulls my cock out of her mouth.
“I said no touching… but that does feel good,” she says, and I gently touch her nipples with my thumbs.
She closes her eyes, still tugging at my cock.
“Stop distracting me,” she says, then starts to jerk her hand fast up and down my cock. I look down, watching my cock disappearing into her mouth, her hand slipping along it, coated in her saliva.
Abi’s left hand caresses her left breast, then her stomach, before edging towards the top of her thong. Her hand disappears underneath the material, and she starts to move her hips, her fingers playing with her clit. She doesn’t stop sucking me at any point she is doing this, and I am getting close to orgasm now.
“Oh God, Abi. I want to cum in your mouth,” I whisper.
“Not yet, Sir,” she says, pulling my cock out of her mouth.
She stands up and leans into me, her breasts level with my face. I bury my face in her cleavage and squeeze them gently with my hands. I take her right nipple in my mouth and slip my hand between her legs, rubbing her through the material of her skimpy thong; she never lets go of my cock, rubbing her hand up and down the well-lubricated shaft.
“I want to make you cum,” I say to her quietly.
“I’ve already cum twice today, thinking of you whilst I was in the shower this morning,” she says to my surprise.
She leaves that image in my head of her covered in hot soapy water, then sinks back down, her breasts now level with my cock.
She pushes her breasts either side of my cock and lets a trail of saliva fall from her mouth onto my cock, nestled between her breasts. She then squeezes them together and starts rubbing her breasts up and down my cock, still licking and sucking the tip of my cock. The feeling is incredible; it feels almost like her pussy.
“Oh God, Abi, I’m going to cum if you keep doing that.”
She stops squeezing her breasts together, grabs my cock, stuffs it in her mouth and starts sucking on me like her life depends on it, pumping her hand up and down, her eyes staring up at me. She takes my cock out of her mouth, pumping it up and down, and whispers, “I want you to cum in my mouth, sir, right now!”
I start to feel the point of no return.
“Oh shit, Abi, don’t stop; I’m gonna cum!” I utter, and she closes her mouth back over the head of my cock and pumps hard.
It feels like my whole body starts to shudder, then I explode, pumping load after load of cum into her beautiful mouth. My cock spasms again and again; Abi keeps pumping her hand up and down as I moan and shudder with my orgasm. The amount of cum is so great that it starts to dribble out of the corners of her mouth, down her chin and onto her breasts. My climax finally abates, and as she pulls my cock out of her mouth, more of my cum spills out onto her beautiful breasts.
“That’s a lot of fucking cum,” she says with genuine surprise, “Have you been saving it up for me?”
She then scoops some of it from her chest, rubs it on her nipples, then sucks her fingers clean. I sit there amazed at what I am seeing.
She takes hold of my shrinking cock and kisses the end, looks up at me and says, “Good boy.”
“Fucking hell, Abi, that was the best… ever,” is all I can manage to say as I sit slumped on the chair, totally drained.
She continues to clean herself up, savouring each drop, then starts to get dressed, slipping her netball dress over her head.
“I’ve got to go, but I’ll see you on Friday.” She gives me a kiss on the lips and skips off out of the room, stopping briefly to blow me a kiss over her shoulder.
Best present ever? Nothing comes even close to it…