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She didn’t pull away from him, her excitement almost too much to contain, causing her to bounce before his very eyes. Those ripe breasts of hers rose and fell in her enthusiastic vibrations, unable to stand still for even a second.
“I just can’t wait to start!” she said, before that frown marked her lips. “I guess not until school’s back in session though,” she pouted.
“Well,” Mr. Muran said, hesitant but then reaching one hand up from her backside along her nipped-in waist, brushing alongside her hefty breast. “We can take the summer for… special lessons, y’know? To prepare you for your new work,” he offered, licking his lips as he watched her. Those full breasts bouncing before his very eyes.
“How does that sound, Amy?” he asked with an expectant smile.
And she was nodding before he even finished his sentences, thrilled with the prospect. She’d always been the teacher’s pet, had such a crush on him for years, and being able to work alongside him for ever was a prospect she couldn’t have been happier about.
So she looked up at him with sparkling blue eyes, only vaguely aware of the way his hand was playing against her body.
His strong hand was brushing alongside her thick breast, and the older man couldn’t help himself. She felt so delightfully soft yet supple, so perfectly feminine and nubile. He was enamoured with every little bit of her.
“It’s hard not to see you as such a beautiful young woman now, Amy,” he remarked, licking his lips again slowly, habitually. “And to notice how much my own feelings have changed,” he said, looking down over her.
“Changed?”
She seemed... worried! Frantic even. Despite the closeness, the way he looked at her, she was still too frightened at the possibility of losing him, of what they could have had. She was too innocent to realize that he meant: changed for the better.
She stood up straight, her head cocked and her french braid trailing over the large swell of her breast.
Staring at those two thick mounds, so clearly visible through her top, he couldn’t help it. He swallowed anxiously and squeezed her hip and the side of her bust in his two hands and shook his head.
“I dunno if I’ll be able to stand teaching you all summer, just… just the two of us,” he said, struggling with his own moral compass as he stared at her beautiful figure, drawing his eyes slowly back up to her face.
But Amy looked... crushed by that!
It was hard to even comprehend the swirl of her emotions, of how rejected she felt for those moments, even as he helped himself to her body in such a casual manner.
“Mr. Muran,” she said softly, her voice so crestfallen. “I swear, I’ll be the best student.”
His brow furrowed, his handsome, strong-jawed face looked so troubled.
“No, it’s not that, Amy,” he said with such concern, holding her in his arms still. “I just… I don’t know if I can teach you any longer and be responsible about it. It’s… it’s so hard,” he remarked, struggling with how to explain his lust for the young woman in a way that wasn’t crass an
d lewd.
“Responsible?” she asked, clearly not understanding what he was saying. Her hands went to his chest, concern on her face as she looked up at him. “Mr. Muran, I believe in you. I think we’ll work together really great.”
His two hands grasped her tight, pulling her against him as he trembled a little, unable to help himself.
“Ohh Amy,” he muttered lowly. “I can’t be around you all summer, just the two of us… not with the beautiful young woman you’ve become,” he looked down her top, through the open buttons. “I won’t be able to restrain myself,” he said frankly.
“Restrain,” she paused, “yourself?”
She licked her lips.
Her body, if not her mind, understood what was happening, what he was getting at. Her skin prickled beneath her blouse, the nipples stiffening so obviously as they showed through the translucent white.
“I just...” she paused again, “I just don’t want to spend all summer without you,” she asked, more than stated.
“Amy…” he murmured again, wanting so badly to kiss her lips. “You’re not my student any longer, not officially at least. But I want to be with you in a way that teacher and student shouldn’t ever be,” he said, his thumb daring to rub along the mound of her breast just a little, sampling that young, supple flesh.
“I won’t be able to think straight as long as you’re here with me, and I can’t touch you… feel you,” he swallowed anxiously, “have you.”
Her bright blue eyes widened, her plush lips falling open in shock as she looked at her handsome teacher. The man she’d had a crush on for years, the one she thought of when she was falling asleep, and the one who was on her mind upon waking.
“You... want me?” she asked softly, nervously.
