I hurried into class with my friends just as the second bell rang. I hadn’t meant to be that late; I actually wanted to get in early to show off my sexy new look. I had cut my hair just past my shoulders, layered it and dyed my once blonde tresses, dark brown.

It wasn’t that I was trying to impress any of my classmates… it was more like my teacher. Mr. Timberlake.

God he was so sexy. I loved to just sit in his class and watch his lips move. He had this habit of licking his lips and it turned me on. I could imagine all the things he could do with that tongue of his and it made me crazy.

Since he started working in my school, at the end of junior year, he entranced me. He was a real man, not like the little boys I had time and time again encountered.

And did I mention he was good looking? He had this curly red-brown hair and these striking ice blue eyes. There’s a saying that eyes are a doorway to the soul and his eyes are definitely that. I’ve actually sat in class, just staring at his beautiful eyes and have become entranced by them.

It’s sick but I can tell how he’s feeling by just looking at his eyes.

Mr. Timberlake, or Justin, as I call him in my fantasies, but never in real life, is 23 years old, and fresh out of college. He stands at 6’1”, and you can tell he has a six-pack, even through his work clothes, which consist of a button down shirt, the optional tie and a pair of khakis.

He is an Adonis. The perfect man. But I was far from the perfect girl at first. I was a little chunky when I met him, and I didn’t really care about myself. My hair was long and often pulled up in a messy ponytail.

I mean don’t get the wrong idea, I wasn’t a loser, it’s just I really didn’t care about myself. But that summer, I had lost a total of 25lbs and firmed my body out. I knew that I had to change myself to get him.

He probably wanted a more mature looking woman. That’s exactly what I was going to give him.

I guess it’s sort of why I cut my hair too. I mean I just want to get him. Though, I know it’s kind of crazy. It’s worth a shot. He’s my obsession and I know I’ll regret it forever if I don’t try.

As I sat down at my desk, I smoothed my already very short pleated gray skirt. I go to a catholic school, so it’s easy to draw more attention. Although I wasn’t sure if maybe it would remind him that I was a student.

It didn’t matter though. All that mattered was that I was going to try.

Justin wasn’t paying attention; instead he had his back to us as he busily wrote notes on the board.

He was my English teacher, and I adore English, even more so since he teaches the class. I mean sure, I was doubled up on English just because I wanted to be in his class. I was taking a separate AP English course and his class of Shakespearian Literature.

When Justin finally turned around, he caught a glimpse of me and stopped, trying not to obviously stare at me. His breath almost caught in his throat as he began to speak.

“Okay… class… uhm…Take out your copy of Hamlet, uh… and turn to, uh, Act 2.” He was stumbling through his words and I was grinning on the inside. But I had to have poise and not show anything.

But I did adore the feeling of control I had over him.

I took out my book and opened it up, but not before raising my hand and smiling ever so sweetly at him.

“Yes?”

“Mr. Timberlake, can I go to the bathroom?”

“Go ahead…” He said, watching me with a half smile. I brushed against him lightly as I passed by him.

“Sorry…” I smiled at him and headed out of the door toward the bathroom.

I headed down the hallway, giggling to myself. Justin had finally noticed me.

I mean sure, Justin knew who I was. I was little Samara Johnson. I was the tall, blonde girl, who was kind of smart. I was the girl with her hair always pulled back and with the baggy uniform pants and sweatshirt.

But now, I had my new look. I had his attention, but what was going to happen? Would he want me just as much as I want him? Would he make me his?

Or would I still be a little girl in his eyes?

I headed into the bathroom and saw my best friend Brooke putting on lip-gloss in front of the mirror.

“Hey babe.” I called to her and walked behind her.

“Jesus Christ, Sam you scared me.” She turned to look at me, and her mouth dropped. “WHOA!”

“I thought I could use a little change.” I said and turned around, letting her get a good look at me. “Do you like it?”

“Sam, you look hot.” Brooke turned and hugged me tightly. “Is this to impress a certain someone?”

Brooke knew of my crush on Mr. Timberlake and laughed about it. She thought he was cute as well but she was a bit more realistic. He was approximately 6 years older than us, but it didn’t matter to me.

I mean, just like the late Aaliyah once said, Age ain’t nothin’ but a number.

All right, so maybe I was a little obsessed with Mr. Timberlake. That was okay. I mean everyone has their obsessions. He’s just mine.

“Yeah it is…” I said with a giggle. “It’s working. His mouth dropped to the floor when he saw me.”

“For real?” Brooke grinned. “Maybe you’ll fuck him today.” She laughed a little, only joking, but damn, if Brooke only knew how on target she was.

**

I headed back to class and walked past Justin, but not before “accidentally” dropping my ring on the floor. I bent over to pick it up and knew by the low growl I heard that he was looking.

I stood back up with my ring in hand and sat back down in my seat, next to my other friend, Aurora. She too knew of my obsession with Mr. Timberlake and had actually helped me change myself.

Aurora thought Justin was gorgeous, but she had her eyes set on someone else, our 26-year-old dean, Mr. Thomas Ryan.

He was gorgeous, and Aurora was in love with him since freshmen year of high school. She purposely used to get herself in trouble to try and get to the deans office to be with him.

You had to love Aurora’s craziness.

But anyway, back to Justin. He was sitting on his desk while some of the students read from parts of the play. Aurora and I were going back and forth and writing each other notes.

We were talking about Justin and Tommy of course, but we had nicknames for them, Jake and Tony.

“God, its working, Sam. You are soo lucky that you got Jake’s attention. I hope you get to suck that big cock of his soon.” Aurora wrote to me, I read it and grinned.

“Definitely. I keep staring at his that bulge in his pants. I can’t get my mind off sex!” I wrote back to her.

“I know what you mean! There are some days that all I can think about is what it will be like when Tony and I fuck.”

“You’ll get him soon. Just seduce him.”

“I know. I’ve been practicing for him, fucking all these little boys and getting experience and I think I’m ready.” Aurora replied, I turned and smirked at her.

“Fuck yes. Since I met Jake, I’ve been getting myself ready for him. We’re such psychos. Lol.” I responded to her. Drawing a little picture on the paper of what it would look like if her and Tommy fucked. I can’t draw for shit so it was just two stick figures on a rectangle.

“HAHA! Sick bitch! I heard Tony fucked Melanie from the Flock of Sluts.”

I almost died when I read that, especially since Aurora and I both hated Melanie and all her friends. She constantly kissed all the teachers asses just so she could get a passing grade. It didn’t surprise me that she had fucked Tony so she could graduate.

“Did he really? Ughh! Maybe you should be like that bitch and fuck him too. Hell, I should take a hint from Melanie and just grab Jake and fuck him sense-“ I wrote on the paper, but it was quickly snatches from my hands.

“Miss Johnson, passing notes is not something that you should be doing in class.” He glanced at the paper where Aurora and I had been writing on. Mr. Timberlake raised his eyebrow as he read what was on the paper. I could even see the bulge in his pants grow.

I wanted to die of embarrassment at first, but I figured that maybe this could

“I’ll see you after class, Samara.” Justin stated and sat back down on his desk.

His eyes were on me for the rest of the class. I couldn’t help but to have a smirk on my face as I pretended to read along with the play.

As the bell Aurora glanced at me and gave me a short laugh. I knew exactly what she was thinking; this is your chance, take advantage of it.

I headed over to Justin’s desk, with my hips swaying from side to side. He waited till everyone was out of the room to speak to me. I looked down at the floor, but every so often I’d glance at him.

He was perfect, wearing a pair of black pants, a white button down shirt with a black tie hanging loosely around his neck.

“Samara…” He held the note in his hand. “I don’t know what’s going on with you lately? Is there a problem?”

“Excuse me?” I stared at him confused.

“I mean lately you seem like there’s something wrong.” Mr. Timberlake said and sat down in his seat. I sat on the edge of his desk and crossed my legs. “You seem to be drifting off a lot…”

“I’ve just been thinking a lot…” I retorted, my voice sounding a little husky. I could tell he was staring at my legs and I smirked a little.

“And this note… this just isn’t like you, Samara.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Timberlake…”

“You know… sex is a really beautiful thing and you should wait till it’s with someone special…” The automatic teacher answer. I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes at him.

“Please, I’m sure you’ve had sex with many women, some of them not meaning anything to you but a piece of ass.”

He was shocked that I said that. The look on his face was priceless. I just wanted to bottle it up and keep it.

“Yes but…” Mr. Timberlake stumbled over his words and I smirked.

“But… you know I’m right…” I rubbed my smooth upper thigh, and smiled at him.

“I never knew you were so feisty, Samara.”

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, Mr. Timberlake.”

I licked my lips and saw his hard on twitch through his pants. I couldn’t wait any longer; I hopped off the desk and straddled his lap. I leaned in and kissed his soft lips.

I was shocked to see that he kissed me back. It was my fantasy come true and God could he kiss. His slick tongue slid into my mouth and swirled around my tongue.

Justin’s hands ran up the backs of my thighs and slowly rubbed my ass. I let out a small moan through the kiss, my heart rate was increasing steadily and if it was possible, I got even wetter than I originally was.

His hand tugged at my black, barely there, lace panties and pulled them off. He pulled back from the kiss and examined them with a smirk.

“Nice…”

“I know… I wore them just for you…” I ran my tongue along his bottom lip and grinned. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since you stepped foot in this school, Mr. Timberlake. You are who I was talking about in that note.”

His eyes widened for a moment, he stopped his actions and his hands just rested on my inner thighs, right below my pussy.

“You wanted me?”

“Don’t look so shocked… you know you’re hot…” I kissed at his neck and pulled off his shirt and tie. v “I do but… I never thought you would think that?” He moved his hand upward again and ran his index finger over my dripping wet slit.

“Hmm… but I did and I do. You’ve driven me crazy… I’ve sat in your class and all I’ve wanted to do is to fuck you…”

“You little slut…” Justin whispered in my ear and slid his middle finger into my tight hole. I gasped at the sensation and clutched onto his shoulder. He flicked his middle finger in me, almost mimicking the motion of what his tongue would be doing inside me.

I thought I was going to dying and heading straight to heaven.

He added his index finger and began plunging them in and out of me.

“Uh… God…” I breathed into his ear. “Fuck me, Mr. Timberlake. Fuck me hard…”

“Wait…wait…” Justin pushed me off him and pulled those heavenly fingers out of him. “I can’t do this.”

“Why the hell not?!”

Yeah, so I was angry. Sue me. How would you feel if you were getting finger fucked by the man you dreamed about at night and he just pushed you away?

“You’re my student… I just can’t…”

“Silly me… I thought you were a real man…I can’t believe I wasted a year on you.” I turned and headed out the door, both crushed and angry.

How could he do this? How could he just push me away?! I knew I was going to get him one way or the other. It would just take time.

**

The next day at school, I was determined to make him feel like shit. Well, that’s at least what Brooke and Aurora told me to do.

Brooke was shocked at first. She couldn’t believe that I had gotten to second base with him. I mean it was crazy to believe, but the bastard still had my panties. She died laughing when I told her that.

Aurora was fast to believe it though, especially since she and Dean Ryan had fucked yesterday. I was so happy for her; she had even showed me the condom that she had taken.

She said that it was the best sex of her life. I believed her. Especially since those few moments with Justin were mind blowing.

All day all I could do was think about getting to English class. I was going to make him crazy. I had it planned out already.

I was going to act like nothing happened and flirt with every single guy in the class, but ignore him. He was bound to get jealous and feel really bad.

I couldn’t wait.

Every single class went so slow that day. Especially since last period I had English. The suspense was killing me.

When the bell for 17/18 rang, I jetted to the class, walking in with some of the football players. Yeah, I know. It’s crazy to think of football players taking Shakespearian Lit, but they had to take one English to graduate and I guess they figured Mr. Timberlake would be an easy teacher.

They were wrong.

Anyway, there was this one guy on the football team, Lenny, who was a complete moron, but had a huge crush on me. I decided to use him to get back at Justin.

Yeah I know that’s really mean of me, but hell, what Justin did was mean too. He pushed me away and this was my revenge.

I had unbuttoned my shirt, leaving only three of the buttons buttoned.

I clung to Lenny’s arm, laughing at everything he said, which was difficult, because the man didn’t even have two brain cells. All he kept talking about was football.

“You know I love the Giants and all but I swear the Titans have to be the best team…” Lenny rambled on as I forced a smile, nodding my head at him.

“Oh completely…”

“But out of the high schools, our team is the best. Were you there for the championship? Did you see when I got the winning touchdown?”

Our school went to the championship? We won? God I didn’t even know that.

“Yeah I did.” I lied, watching him as he sat down in a desk next to me. Justin was busying himself by organizing his desk but I knew he was listening to everything we said.

“That’s great.” Lenny grinned at me. I smiled and crossed my legs in my chair, facing him. “Maybe we could get together and watch it, I have it on tape you know…”

FUCK!! Now I was put on the spot. I despised the thought of having to go out on a date with Lenny, let alone having to hang out with him and watch some stupid football game.

But what other choice did I have? It was going to tick Justin off and from the corner of my eye I saw Aurora with a smirk on her face edging me on.

“Sure… I’d like that.”

Justin was looking at me now, I saw his figure walk to the front of the desk and sit on the edge of it. He was cracking his knuckles and I couldn’t help but to smirk.

I looked over at Aurora who had this huge grin on her face. She was thinking the exact thing I was.

“Alright class… quiet down and take out Hamlet and turn to Act 3.” Justin finally said. I pulled my desk over to Lenny’s to look over at his copy of Hamlet.

The class was reading aloud their assigned roles and I boredly brought my pen up to my lips and ran my tongue around the end of it.

I looked up and saw Justin standing before me, the large bulge in his khakis was almost right in my face.

Smirking, I turned away and looked back down at the book and gently rubbed Lenny’s leg. Lenny turned and glanced at me with a smile growing on his face.

I ever so slowly inched my way up to his hard dick and rubbed it softly through the material of his gray pants.

Justin had stormed back to his desk, and sat back in his seat, not looking at me at all. If he was angry, he didn’t show it at all.

I continued rubbing Lenny until I felt him cum. I never even once turned to acknowledge him. I just pulled my hand away from him and rested it back on the desk.

The bell rang and Lenny got up, thanking me a million times and then ran out of the room. I smirked and picked up my purse from the floor as Justin finally spoke to me.

“Samara… I need to talk to you.”

“About what?” I asked innocently. The class had emptied out and Justin was walking to the door. He shut it quickly and pulled the blind down on it.

I watched him, curious to what he was doing. He wasn’t saying anything at first, but the way he stalked back over to me, I was almost scared of him.

“You’re a little slut you know that?”

“What?” I was pretending to play innocent, even though we all know I’m far from that.

He pressed me against his desk and glared at me, his hands instantly gripped my bare thighs and I stood their speechless. I guess I really hadn’t expected to him to react like this.

“You know exactly what I mean…” Justin hissed into my ear. “That little pussy of yours is mine, so go ahead and break that fucking date with him.”

I took in a breath of air; I don’t know how I was able to do what I did next. It took a lot of guts on my part, but I knew I had to do it.

“I’m yours?” I raised an eyebrow at him and pushed him off me. “Mr. Timberlake, I think you’re overstepping your boundaries. I’m your student… you’re my teacher. This isn’t right.”

“But your wrong… it is right. You made it clear to me when I fingered you. You loved every minute of it. My nice thick fingers up inside you.”

I couldn’t help but to smirk at the memory of him fingering me. But then I grew angry when I remembered he pushed me away and didn’t even have the decency to let me cum. Bastard.

“Well you lost your chance. You pushed me away.”

“I don’t think I lost my chance.” He walked up to my again and snaked his hand up my skirt. Justin licked his lips and grinned Cheshire cat style when he realized I wasn’t wearing any panties.

Justin ran his middle finger along my slit, until he reached my clit, which he started to rub hard. I closed my eyes, omitting a small moan and clutching Justin’s desk tightly.

“Oooh… Mr. Timberlake…”

“Please, Samara, call me Justin.”

With his free hand, Justin ripped open my shirt and rubbed my C-cup breasts through the thin material of my bra.

I couldn’t take it anymore; I leaned up and kissed him, letting my tongue explore the inner crevices of his mouth. He greedily kissed me back and unclasped my bra and threw it to the ground.

He continued his assault on my breasts, rubbing my nipple till it hardened and then pinching it, making me gasp through our powerful kiss. He repeated the process on my other breast and then lifted me onto his desk.

Books and papers were scattered all over the floor but neither him nor I cared.

“I need you inside me…” I said in an erotic tone. Justin just smiled as I went to work on pulling his pants off him.

I was excited to see how big his dick was. In my fantasies, he was huge and would fill me up completely. When I pulled down his boxers, I wasn’t disappointed.

His penis popped out instantly and stood at full attention. I’m guessing but he was probably about 9 or 9 ½ inches and really thick. I reached out to touch his penis, which was dripping with pre-cum.

I reached out and rubbed the tip of his penis, loving the sound of his moan. It was like music to my ears. I collected all of his pre-cum on my index finger and brought it to my lips, softly licking it up.

Justin groaned and pushed me back on the desk. I spread my legs and saw him smile in approval. He pushed my skirt up to waist level and rubbed my wet center with the tip of his thick cock.

“You ready for me, Samara?”

“Mmm yes…”

Justin swiftly rammed his rock hard dick into my pussy and I almost screamed out. Just like in my fantasies, he filled me up and then some.

He gave me a moment to adjust to his size before finally thrusting into me hard.

I couldn’t believe I was having sex with the man I had been lusting over for so long. I could die a happy woman.

“Oh God!!” I grabbed onto his shoulders and dug my nails into his back. With each thrust I let out a little whimper.

“My names not God baby…” He smirked as his hand slithered down between us and rubbed at my swollen clit. “Its Justin… now say it.”

“Justin!! JUSTIN!”

“God girl…” Justin licked his lips and attacked my supple breath with his hot mouth. His tongue circled around my nipple, erecting it within a few seconds.

He bit down on my nipple causing me to moan out. I decided to thrust my hips against Justin’s. He groaned out and started to pump his dick out of me harder.

“Mmm… you little slut… uhh… you feel so fucking good.”

I closed my eyes and gripped into his back tighter, if it was possible. An orgasm passed through my body and I couldn’t help but to scream out.

Justin pulled out of me, at first I thought he was done, but then I realized he was only changing positions. I knelt on all fours on the desk as he roughly slammed back into my pussy.

“FUCK!!” I moaned loudly as his balls slapped against me.

He was such a good fuck. Better than any I had ever had before, and I was sure that I was the best he ever had too. The look of sheer pleasure on his face was enough to make me see that.

He continued ramming me, gripping onto my hips tightly until I heard him speak.

“Fuck… Samara… I’m gonna cum…”

“Me too…”

I closed my eyes as his thrusts became more urgent. I bit down on my lip as I exploded again, clutching his cock with my vaginal walls.

“Uhh… Justin!!”

Justin came right after me with a few last powerful thrusts. He filled my pussy with his warm cum. This was what I would describe to be heaven.

He rested his body against mine with his limp dick still inside me. Justin and I were both panting by the end of it.

When he finally pulled out of me, I turned to look at him and smiled. Justin leaned in and kissed me softly, before pulling his clothes back on.

“Thank you, Justin.” I said with a smile. I began to button my shirt back up and adjusted my skirt.

“No problem…” He grinned. “I have your panties from yesterday, but I’m keeping them.”

“Keep them.” I smirked, hopping off the desk to my feet. I felt like I could hardly walk after that powerful sex-fest.

I headed to the door but stopped when I heard him call me.

“Hey Samara…”

“Yes, Justin?”

“Maybe we could do this again sometime…” He asked with a hopeful smile.

“I’d love that…”

I turned and headed out of the classroom and downstairs to my car. Damn. What a day.