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Frustrated Schoolteacher
by Isabella

Story Codes: M/f, Exhibitionism

I had been a normal teenager growing up in a small town in the UK. I'd had several boyfriends through school and high school; I started sex in high school, just after my seventeenth birthday and went through twenty different lovers in eighteen months. Half way through my second semester at university, I was invited into a formal interview with my lead tutor. He gave me the stark choice between having a good time and failing the course before the end of the first year or knuckling down to my studies and perhaps finishing my three years with a pass or better.

I actually loved my major, history of the fifteenth century, I could take or leave my minor, English literature but I pulled in my horns and got serious about my studies. I stopped socialising altogether and in a semester and a half, I went from a 'D-' to an 'A+' grade.

The two and a half years that I took to gain a double first were deadly boring and very frustrating. But the final grade made it all worthwhile. I struggled to find a job; I had debts up to my eyeballs, close to thirty thousand pounds in tuition fees and the same amount in student loans. The one good thing in my favour was that I didn't have to start paying the loans off until I was earning twenty thousand a year and even then the loans were interest free.

In the run up to my graduation I was finding great difficulty in finding a job, any job and at the eleventh hour I spoke to a careers advisor and she suggested teaching as perfect careers path for me. I could stay at the university for two more years, three semesters in collage interspersed with three semesters in real schools gaining experience and putting what I learnt in collage into practice.

"I'm not sure I could afford another thirty thousand pounds in tuition fees and student loans!"

"That's the beauty of the whole deal, because the government is so short of teachers, they give a sixty percent grant for your MEd studies and after teaching in a government school for two years, they write off the other forty percent, then, each year after that that you continue working for them, they write off ten percent of your student debts from your original degree studies. Work in government schools for twelve years and you'll have cleared all of your student debts."

After Training finished I took a post in a small town comprehensive school where I taught history and humanities. I chose to live in a nearby town, even smaller than the one the school was in but being in a different county, I wouldn't find myself living next door to a student. The town had to be close though because I didn't drive.

I'd been teaching for ten months, life as a new teacher was so hectic that I still hadn't had time to start a social life, hell, in ten months I still had boxes I hadn't got round to opening from my move down from university.

One Friday evening in mid May I forced myself to open some of the boxes, it was the hottest May on record and I was sure that one of the packing cases had my old summer cloths in it. I found the things that I'd been looking for, lots of beach wear, disco clothes and the like but after being shut way for so long, it all smelled very musty, so, before I could wear anything, it all had to be washed and dried.

On Saturday morning I bored myself to death ironing a pile of clothes I hadn't seen for five years and, on impulse, I tried on my short-shorts that I hadn't worn in ten years, pink hot-pants on me now rather than just shorts. I also spotted a crop top from round the same time, back then, it had hung straight down, me not having developed into the thirty-six 'DD' cup that I was now.

I started out with a bra on under the top but took it off as the straps stood out under the spaghetti thin straps of the crop top. I had no intention of leaving my apartment but around noon I found myself walking into town. I saw no one on the walk through the residential area and didn't give the way I was dressed a second thought, until, that is, I reached the commercial centre. Suddenly, I was the focus of attention for a dozen or so young men that were in town looking for trouble.

Rather than run the gauntlet of the partially drunk gang, I took a turning into the industrial estate. Fortunately, a few yards inside the road on the left I found a path, the entrance was obscured by a buddleia bush; I squeezed between the bush and the rusty old chain link fence.

As I squatted down behind the bush and watched the gang of young men run past I took a few moments to rationalise what had happened, why I had even walked into the centre of town dressed the way I was? Why I'd turned into a side road that I knew had every chance of being deserted? And why, after realising that the gang had me in their sights for a sexual purpose had I stopped, just a few feet away from them in what could have been a blind alley? And, why, as they ran past and out of sight, did I feel so disappointed?

After the gang disappeared out of sight down another side street full of sleeping factories I looked down between my legs, the coral pink satin of my shorts was several shades darker, there was no way I could walk through town with the obvious signs of my sexual excitement on display the way it was. 'I do hope this path isn't a dead end!' I thought to myself as I walked along the path at the side of the long closed Peter Roberts & Sons clothing factory.

There was a locked gateway about one hundred yards from the buddleia bush guarding the entrance to the path and opposite the gate was a bricked up doorway that had 'Staff Entrance' above it. Fortunately the path continued on to a small residential road behind the factory. As I passed the building I got the distinct impression of dance music, faint, but definitely there, as if being played inside a car in the next road.

I passed the end of the old factory building, the rusty fence continued past the loading bay and the old car park, four cars were parked in front of a brand new set of metal steps leading up on to the loading bay. The opening had been bricked up with concrete block work and a heavy looking door set into a steel frame. More than half of the old car park was cracked up with weeds and buddleia bushes sprouting up all over it.

Suddenly the dance music became louder and a man stepped out onto the loading bay and onto the steel platform that formed the topmost step of the new stairs. He looked to be mid to late thirties, blond hair, stylishly trimmed. He was well dressed; his suit definitely didn't come from the 'Fifty bob' Taylors, more likely two thousand times that amount.

He scanned the car park and looked disappointed until his eyes came in my direction. He was talking on his mobile phone, loud enough for me to hear, he was complaining to someone that they still hadn't served the improvement order on the owners of the old Roberts clothing factory site “...Yes, I know the place is derelict, I don't give a damn if they did go bust, tell them that you'll serve a confiscation order on them if you have too but the fence around the car park must be made safe!"

All the time he talked on the phone he was looking at me and he looked like he had lust in his eyes as he looked me over. I shivered, I looked down at my shorts again, the wet patch had risen higher up the front of my shorts and now there were trickles of my inner juice running down between my inner thighs.

He started down the steps and started towards me, suddenly the spell was brokers by a rolling mall of teenagers stumbling in through the car park entrance, the man suddenly changed direction and stopped the gang in their tracks by asking them what they were doing on private property. They didn't answer him, just asked if he'd seen me. It was more by good luck that any plan on my part but I just happened to have stopped at the side of another bush that blocked my view from the gang of youths.

When I had first seen them I'd taken the snap discussion to run rather than hold my ground, my snap impression was that the group were in their early twenties but now that I could study them in more detail as they chatted to the blond man I realised they had to be year eleven or twelve students, around sixteen or seventeen years old.

I suddenly felt safe and disappointed all over again, I'd been taught how to deal with boys of that age, even difficult or boisterous boys. I no longer felt threatened by the young men and so I carried on walking along the path, just to see where it went.

"There she is!" Rang out from two of the boys at the same time and the rolling mall started all over again. The boys started running along the opposite fence of the car park in the same direction that I was walking in. I looked back at the blond man, he had a disappointed expression on his face, then he smiled as he looked at the group of boys keeping pace with me on the opposite side of the car park and he smiled in my direction before returning to the steps and back through the door.

At the end of the path I could walk over a bridge and into an estate that had been built for the workers of the closed clothing factory, the boys weren't so lucky, the road they were on turned out to be a dead end. They still didn't want to give up though, they turned and ran back down past the car park entrance round the front of the old factory and started looking for the way into the path I had been on.

The housing estate I was now walking through had only one road out, that was onto the main road just before the start of the commercial centre but it had five paths leading out into the fields and woodlands all around the back of the town and I was sure that at least one of those paths would lead back to where I lived.

There was quite a labyrinth of paths to choose from once I reached the woods and I was well out of sight before the noise of twelve boisterous teenage boys burst out from between the houses either side of the first path. I stopped walking for a moment to listen, to try and work out which path they decided to take.

"We have to split up, there are six paths from here, two go each way, make sure at least one in each team has a phone with credit on them, when you find her text the rest of us to come and join you!"

'Enterprising young man, pity he isn't from my school, he's a natural born leader!' ran through my mind.

I started walking again in the rough direction of home, I could hear voices, talking and shouting for a while and then nothing, I was just about to take the path out of the woods that I'd estimated was about level with the road I lived on when two of the boys entered the woods walking towards me.

Seeing the boys sent a shiver through my body, I froze on the spot, expecting one or other of the boys to spot me and report on my location. They should have easily spotted me but, I guess coming from bright sunlight into the dark woodland, their eyes couldn't have adjusted properly and twenty feet away from me they turned and took a parallel path back towards town.

I couldn't explain, not even to myself why, but I had a minor climax, right there, right then with the two boys' just yards away. I ran past the mouth of the path they had just taken, then I jogged across one field and through a gate almost opposite Church Road, my apartment was in Glebe House, the first building on the left in Church Road.

I ran into my apartment on the first floor, pushed the door closed with my back and stripped out of my two items of clothing. I masturbated while fantasising about what could have happened with those horny boys in the woods. After I finished myself off, I remained naked while I marked one hundred and twenty exercise books.

It crossed my mind, well, I wondered what my year thirteen students would say if they knew that I'd marked their work while totally naked and my fingers still wet from my own cunt juice. I was turned on all over again and had to break away from marking exercise books to take a cold shower before I made myself sore from all that rubbing.

On Sunday I slept past noon, recharging my batteries after a long hard week. I ate crisp bread and Philly spread naked and then looked through the pile of old, long forgotten clothes. I had been a keen ballet dancer in my late teens, not good enough to make money doing it though. I found one of my old, black, long sleeved, leotards, the kind that fastened between your legs with four poppers and a black rah-rah skirt.

I didn't wear knickers under the leotard, none of my dance class ever did, mind you, back then we were all either too young to have pubic hair or we shaved it all off if we were old enough. The last time I shaved round my cunt was when I was eighteen, now I was sporting the full badger down there but I guessed it wouldn't matter as I was just planning on walking, not a high kicking dance routine.

At one o'clock in the afternoon I stepped out into Church Road, I looked towards the main road and the labyrinth of paths leading to the woods and the memory of yesterdays run in with the youths put me off going in that direction. I walked along my road, past the church and took a footpath through the fields to the river that skirted around the town in a wide arc to cross under the road after the last house on the other side of town.

As I walked, every step was both a pleasure and a pain because of the leotard, it was least two sizes too small and cut up into my pussy creating an exaggerated camel toe. I scanned in all directions to make sure I was alone on the riverside path before reaching between my legs to unfasten the poppers to set my cunny free.

I set out walking towards the only bridge over the river for miles around, there was no one in sight ahead of me as far as the first boundary hedge to the Ten Acre meadow I was walking along and no one in sight behind me either. As I faced forward again, I noticed a rather satisfying flick of my skirt at my side. I took a few more paces and this time I did a kick-turn, spinning a full three-sixty while watching the bottom hem of my skirt fly up level with my waist.

I did several more quick turns before the gate in the meadow's boundary and I had to scope out the new field for onlookers that might spoil my fun. Again, I was all alone as far as the eye could see so I pulled my leotard out of the waistband of my skirt and rolled it up under my breasts, exposing my midriff. I did a few more quick turns to see my skirt fly up, exposing my bush each time.

I passed through another boundary gate, again, all alone as far as my eyes could see, I lifted the roll of Lycra above my breasts and tucked it under my chin. The next time I spun around I felt like I was totally naked and that feeling started a body-quake in the pit of my stomach that almost loosened the fillings in my teeth. Half way to the next boundary fence I took hold of the front of my leotard, pulled the top away from my body and lifted it over my head but keeping my arms in its sleeves so it looked like an empty backpack and it should be easy to pull it back in place in a hurry if needs be.

I walked over a mile like that, my tits out in the sun and flashing beaver every ten paces or so. I didn't know if the hedge in front of me was the boundary to the last field before the road back into town or if there was another field to cross first but as I reached the fence the question was rendered mute because I heard a man shouting for his dog to stop so I quickly pulled my leotard back over my head and I was tucking it into my skirt as the man passed through the gate in front of me holding his dog by its collar.

The man smiled at me, then he checked the field had no livestock in it before releasing his dog and throwing the dog's ball into the middle of the field. The dog chased after the ball and suddenly stopped and began scenting the air. He lost interest in his ball and trotted over to me, sniffing all around me before he lunged at me, pushing his nose between my legs and starting to lift the front of my skirt up. I was fighting with the dog to stop it exposing too much of my lower body to his master.

"Come away Rusty, leave the poor woman alone, go and fetch your ball!"

The dog was having none of that, he could smell something that interested him and he intended to get it. In the end the dog's owner had to come over and grab the dog's collar and drag it off of me. "I'm sorry, Rusty is usually very well behaved; please don't think that I trained him to pick up women for me! Actually I didn’t train him at all, he was my wife’s dog, he kept her company while I was working abroad but in the end my being away so much got too much for her and she left me and Rusty to look for a new life."

The dog had managed to put its nose under my rah-rah skirt, I had been trying to fight it off but in the end I was more interested in holding the front of my skirt down so Rusty's owner didn't see more than he should. Even with my legs closed, Rusty had managed to get his tongue between them several times before he was finally pulled away.

I almost ran to the gate through to the next field, closed it behind me and then allowed the body quake to run through me. I could see the bridge over the river and the low boundary wall that ran alongside the road back into town. Even though I could easily have been spotted by anyone passing on the road I stood still with my back pressed against the gate, under the shade of a tree and masturbated myself as quickly as possible.

By the time I was finished there was a man wearing shorts and t-shirt walking towards me from the road with a pair of binoculars hanging from his neck, ’God I hope he couldn’t see what I was doing in the shade of the tree!’ I hoped the guy would just walk straight past me and avoid all that embarrassing small talk, especially as my fingers smelled like week old Cod, my breathing was still laboured and my face was red as a beetroot.

Instead of just passing me by he stopped and thrust out his right hand, “Hi, I’m Simon, I’m a birder...” He turned and looked to the village, towards a roof that could be seen over the trees about half way across the fields. “...I live in one of the new houses overlooking Ten Acre meadow; I’d been watching a pair of tufted wagtails when you danced into the field...”

My face reddened, my jaw dropped and my eyes opened wide with the shock of finding out that I’d been spotted by a stranger and a fellow villager at that.

"I was just about to take a photograph of the tufted wagtails when you frightened them off and I ended up with a photograph of you almost totally naked in the field...I didn't get my picture of such an unusual species in my local field but I think that the picture I got was far better!"

I excused myself and headed for the road into the town. I had to climb the low wall to get out onto the roadside but before I did, I stopped and closed the poppers at my crotch and it was a good thing that I did too because as I slid over the wall a car drove passed just as I flashed my leotard covered arse and the driver tooted his hooter to let me know that he'd seen something he liked.

I hadn't really thought about the town part of my planned walk, our small town was usually a ghost town on a Sunday but today, the main street was full of people...people and cars and the car that hooted at me had stopped thirty feet ahead of me and was just waiting for me to catch him up.

As I walked past the car he started talking to me, he started asking me to go for a drink with him and he was driving slowly at my side talking to me, trying to encourage me to get into his car with him. Because of the man pestering me and the fact that the town as full of people that I hadn't expected to see as well as the way that I was dressed, I opted for the back street and the footpath at the side of the disused factory...just because I knew that the man in his car wouldn't be able to follow me along the footpath.

The dance music that I'd heard the day before and had assumed was coming from a parked car was even louder today and it was dance music with a powerful slow beat, not the kind of music you would usually expect from a parked car. I stopped at the end of the old factory building and looked around the corner, the four cars that had been parked at the foot of the new steel steps were there again but the main part of the car park was no longer an empty weed farm but it had been cleared and the weeds replaced by forty cars.

I was about to step out again when I saw the car that had hooted me out on the main road earlier, he drove into the car park and walked towards the steps. The heavy door in the steel frame opened and the smartly dressed man from yesterday stepped out again, he took money from the driver that had tried to chat me up earlier and the driver entered the building. I expected the well dressed man to go back in but he didn't, he came down the steps and he came in my direction.

"Hello darling...did those kids catch you yesterday?"

He wasn't English, he was devilishly handsome and dressed like a male model but he had a thick Russian accent as he spoke...deep...sensual tones in his voice that sent vibrations through to the pit of my stomach.

I managed to smile at him, "No, I managed to dodge them in the woods but it was close."

"Why don't you come in for a drink and a little bit of a chat?"

"Can't, the gate into the compound is locked."

He walked the few feet back to the gate opposite the old staff entrance. He unlocked the gate and opened it for me.

I thought to myself, 'Shit, why didn't I say I didn't have time!' I walked back the few feet to the now open gate, he took my elbow and guided me to the bottom of the new steel steps. He pushed me ahead of him at the stairs, they were only four steps high but it meant that he would be able to see under the back of my rah-rah skirt to confirm his suspicions that I'd been walking the streets wearing just a black leotard and dance skirt with absolutely noting on under it.

I tried to pull the back of my rah-rah skirt down to cover as much of my arse as possible. I had to wait on the top step for the Russian to catch me up, I heard the click of the door unlocking as soon as the Russian guy reached the top step, either someone inside was watching on a camera or there was some kind of transmitter on the Russian that worked like the keyless entry on a modern car.

We had to pass through three sets of heavy oak doors to get into the drinking club beyond, and with each set of doors the music got louder and louder.

The outside of the building looked derelict and close to falling down but inside the main factory building it was brand new and very opulent. There was a smoke haze that I hadn't come across in a public building since the smoking ban came into force. An illegal drinking den like this obviously didn't worry about breaking one more law.

The lights in the main room went out and lighting at the far end was turned up to full brightness. I saw three girls step out onto a wide stage just as a new dance track started. I thought 'Illegal strip club!' but was wrong, the girls on stage weren't strippers, they would have to be dressed to be called strippers, they had started their show fully naked and were dancing around on the stage showing their charms to the men in the audience.

The MC made an announcement over the dance music, "Gentlemen, Candy Love will be working in room number one as soon as this dance is over, queue up outside room number one now for a private dance to avoid disappointment!"

The girl on the left of the stage raised her arm and waved to the men who were wolf whistling at her. I took a second look, I really wasn't interested in looking at naked girls on stage but there was something about Candy Love that stuck in my mind, not Candy Love...Cindy Lowe, Cindy was a student at my school, I taught her in my year ten humanities class but she looked totally different here today than she had looked on Friday's first lesson after lunch.

The Russian tapped my arm, "I said, what would you like to drink?"

"Can I have a white wine please?"

He grinned at me, "We sell bitter and lager and have hard liquor but no soft drinks."

Calling white wine a soft drink made me smile, bitter would be four percent alcohol, lager could be up to six percent but white wine was often ten or eleven percent alcohol. I shook my head and smiled again, "Small vodka and tonic please then."

My drink was ordered in Russian and I watched as it was poured, there was no optic measure, no small silver 'Tot' cup either, just vodka poured from the bottle freehand into a glass.

"And dancer number two today is Lavender Blush, Lavender will be giving private dances in room number two but she can only give four men private dances today because she still has to do her history homework before school tomorrow."

I looked back at the stage in time to see the dancer in the middle on the stage lowering her arm. Lavender Blush looked very similar to another of my year ten girls, Lavinia Black, last Monday morning, in our history class I'd talked with Lavinia about the root of her first name because we were talking about the beginnings of the Roman Empire, Lavinia had been the wife of the Trojan hero Aeneas and believed to be the mother of the Roman people.

So my Russian friend was running not only an illegal drinking den, smoking den but also an illegal brothel selling local men the services of girls under the age of sixteen.

My arm was touched, my drink handed to me with a bottle of tonic water to water the spirit down with.

"So, you seem to like being an exhibitionist around the town for free...why not be an exhibitionist here in my club and I'll pay you to show your fanny off to my customers."

Girl three was introduced to the audience of men in the main room, I saw several men heading for a door at the side of the stage as Girl number three was waving at the crowd, she would be dancing in private for men in room number three. I looked at her face closely, she was of African origin and I didn't have any African students so I just cancelled her out of my mind.

The three girls left the stage, the stage lights went down and the lights in the main room went up. Men were moving to the sides of the room, there were roulette wheels, blackjack tables, poker tables and one armed bandits in rooms to the right and left of the main room, so add illegal gambling to the list of laws that the Russian was willing to break in his club built into the old clothing factory.

The dance music volume lowered so it made talking easier. He was grinning at me now, "I said I'm Vlad...what's your name darling?"

"Sorry, the music was a little loud, "Thanks for the drink Vlad, I'm Victoria."

"So, what do you think, you get to play the exhibitionist and earn cash for the pleasure."

"I don't think I could dance on the stage or do private dances like the young girls are doing."

Vlad laughed at me, "You're much too old to work a private room...that's a young girl's game."

"So...what are you suggesting for me?"

Vlad pointed to the gambling area, two women were walking around with trays of food, just canapés and nibbles but the thing is, both women were totally naked, they looked a few years older than me but still in good condition.

"We've had a lot of trouble getting women interested in floor walking in the gaming rooms,"

I watched as a man rubbed his hand across the bum of one of the women...actually none of the men seemed to be interested in taking food off of the trays, just touching various parts of the naked women's bodies for luck.

"I thought that places like this had strict rules about the customers not being allowed to touch the women!"

"Well, we did apply for a lap-dancing license at the old department store on the High Street and we were told that this town would never give a license for any kind of sex business, no sex shops, no strip clubs, no lap-dance clubs so we thought...if we've got to go illegal...we may as well go all the way illegal."

I saw an older man with a younger one, just looking at them told me that they were father and son or grandfather and grandson. They had just walked out of the door leading to the back stage area looking very disappointed. They were about to leave the club when the older one noticed me standing talking to Vlad and he smiled at the way that I was dressed. The older man changed direction, leaving the younger man standing by the door.

"Good afternoon Mr Zhirinovsky. I've brought my son in for his first visit to a woman but sadly your girls are all busy, your business partners say that there are already too many men waiting because you only have three girls working today."

"I'll ring around my contacts; see if I can find someone nearby who's working today! Why don't you get your son a stiff drink, he looks like he's about to faint."

The man looked over at his son and smiled, "It's his sixteenth birthday today...he's still at school, he was up for it when we left home but when he saw the girls dancing and then the line of men that were waiting to take a turn at them, he kind of lost his bottle a little but he'll be alright once he gets a woman on her own."

Vlad took his little black book out of his pocket and started thumbing through the pages while the man went to prop his son up and get him a drink, "What do you think about the boy?"

"He looks terrified."

"I don't mean that, what about you helping him out a little?"

"In what way?"

"I have three private rooms in use and three that are empty because I just can't get girls at the moment...I know that I don't have any local names in my book so that poor boy is going to end up without his birthday present from his father today...if you don't want to take his virginity...why not take him into room six and dance for him a little...you've let every man in town see you almost naked...why not let one boy see you totally naked."

Vlad's offer had caused me to smile a little but I shook my head, "I don't see myself as a sex worker."

"What about just having a drink and a chat with the boy then, I'm sure that he'd rather look at you dressed like that than one of my floor walkers, even though they are totally naked."

I didn't say yes or no but I did walk over to one of the tables in the main part of the room that the men had been sitting at to watch the girls dancing on stage, I took my drink with me and as I sat down Vlad went to tell the man the bad news..."Not a single working girl in the town that was free", I saw Vlad point at me and shake his head at a question asked by the father.

Both father and son joined me at my table, a floor walker came over and offered all three of us a canapé, her offer was refused but two drinks were ordered, I was offered another drink but I had to refuse, "This drink I already have will take me a week to drink."

With the drinks ordered, I was introduced to the father, Mike and the son, Martin. I remembered how Cindy and Lavinia had changed their names to protect their anonymity and so instead of telling Mike and Martin that my name was Victoria, I said that I was Vixen. Once the drinks were delivered and paid for, I spoke to Martin, ignoring his father, "So, Mike told me that it's your sixteenth birthday today Martin...what school do you go to?"

I got a ten thousand volt shock in my fanny when he said the school that I taught at but I didn't recognise him and I knew most of the kids that came through my campus.

"What subjects do you take?"

"I take Physics, Chemistry, Computer science, Maths and I'm supposed to take English but I can't be bothered to swap campuses just for one subject so I take Geology and Economics and just keep my head down when anyone from the humanities campus is out and about."

Well, that explained why I'd never seen Martin in school, my subjects were all taught in the humanities campus and, like him, I didn't much like crossing the road to the science campus.

"Which of the girls were you hoping to be with today?"

"I was hoping for Chardonnay!"

I'd cast the name of the African from my mind so I guessed that must have been the fake name of the third girl dancing on stage.

"You fancy the black girl then?"

"Not really but I take classes with Cindy and Lavinia, I didn't want things to be awkward at school...I only have four weeks left at that school, I'm going on to Leicester Grammar School as soon as I've finished my exams, they're letting me start my sixth form classes early because I'm predicted to get top grades in all of my exams."

As we talked Martin grew in confidence and he started stroking my knee. I pushed him off twice and in the end I changed my mind, "Would you like to go to a private room for a dance...just a dance though, I'm not a whore!"

I took Martin through the back stage area and into room number six, I was surprised to find that all that was in the room was a double mattress on the floor, covered with a fitted bottom sheet, there was actually very little room to dance, the room just had enough room spare to open and close the door, the man would stand in that small space and undress before doing his private dance with the girl on the bed.

It was a tight squeeze but we did actually start to dance behind that closed door, a five minute dance...well, closer to six minutes, just two tracks from some generic best hits of twenty-nineteen and then he kissed me, three minutes later he was fondling my tits through my leotard's top, three tracks later, he was popping the pres studs between my legs and his fingers were tip-toeing through my pubic hair towards my labia and clitoris.

I thought, 'Fuck it, he's only going to be at my school for four more weeks' so I let him drag me down onto the bed and fuck me. Martin was like a man possessed, he was bouncing up and down on top of me at a hundred miles an hour, reminding me of how my first boyfriend used to be before I trained him to slow down a little...boys just use the first girl they fuck as if she's a fist to masturbate into. When I was seventeen years old, it took me three fucks to convince my boyfriend back then that we weren't going to get caught, that we weren't going to run out of time or that I wasn't going to lose interest and run out on him. I wasn't going to give Martin three fucks but I thought that I could help his future girlfriend out a little by slowing him down a little and teaching him how to make love to a woman and not just use her body to masturbate himself into.

I managed to slow Martin down enough for him to get me off and suddenly I wasn't frustrated anymore.

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