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Age when it happend: 16
Where it happened: Mr. F's Car
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 9
Category: Straight

I had skipped a couple of grades in school. I was a senior at age 16. Anyways, there was this cute guy, the assistant orchestra teacher. He was married but his wife traveled for her job. During rehearsals, he made sure the violin section was in good shape. Sometimes, he’d lean over me and point to parts of the music and tell me to play softer or faster or something. I couldn’t really concentrate because he was major cute. Medium height, on the lean side, dark brown hair cut neat, blue eyes and a cleft chin. Man, he was something. We were working on our spring concert so spending a lot of time after school at rehearsals. He started touching me innocently, like just putting his hand on my shoulder or brushing past me when he needed to get by. I would feel all tingly and wierd and had a hard time thinking straight when he was around.
One of the girls in woodwinds said she thought Mr. F. had it for me. I asked her what the hell that meant because she was a bitch and you couldn’t be sure with her. She just shrugged and said that I’d be wasting my life if I didn’t go for him.
The Friday night before the concert, I was waiting out in front of the school for my dad to pick me up on his way home from work. It was past 10 and I had been waiting for 15 minutes or so. Still no sign of Dad. All the other kids had gone home already. I went back into the school to call home. Mom said Dad had car trouble and was getting towed into a garage and for me to try to get a ride or wait until she could ask a neighbor. I was bummed out. I heard someone coming down the hall and when I looked, it was Mr. F. He looked tired and sort of sad. When he saw me, he asked why I was still there so I told him. He said, hey I’ll take you home, no problem. I felt nervous but he took my hand in a casual way and we walked out of the school into the parking lot like it was no big deal. He opened the passenger side for me and helped me in, like I was too fragile to get in myself. By this time, I was really sweaty and my heart was pounding.
He talked nice and easy as he drove along and I started to feel more at ease with him. Sometimes, he’d turn and look at me for no reason and then make a small sighing noise. At one point, I asked him what was wrong and he sort of coughed. You’re really cute, he told me, and I think about you more than I should.
I didn’t know what to do with that.
He kept driving and I didn’t realize that we were going around the whole town. Finally, he pulled up into a church yard, behind a building, sort of hidden by a dumpster. I asked him what was going on and he said he needed to talk to me. He turned off the engine and turned to me all serious and said he and his wife were intellectually compatible but that was it.
He was stroking my hair (I had long hair, about down to the middle of my back). Then he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. He asked me if that was okay. Sure, I told him. Then he kissed my ear and all over my face. It felt so heavenly. I began to respond by putting my arms around his neck and kissing him back. Little by little, he used his tongue in my mouth and I was kissing him back like that too. When he leaned harder on me, I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach.
He began to unbutton my blouse slowly. He’d undo one button, kiss the newly exposed flesh, undo another, kiss lower, until my blouse was undone and he was kissing and sucking my stomach. He had one hand on my bra, thumbing my nipple through the fabric. I couldn’t stand it, I was so turned on. I helped him undo the bra and he clamped on to my breasts with his lips, sucking at them and licking them. Sometimes he was like a baby drinking milk from his mama, and sometimes he was like an animal, making throaty noises as he squeezed my breasts in his strong hands.
He lifted my skirt and did something I thought was really wierd at that time but now I think it’s really hot. He started sniffing between my legs, taking deep breaths and burying his nose closer and closer to my pussy. Needless to say, I started to get very wet there. He lifted my panties off and spread my legs so that one was hooked over the car seat and the other was down on the floor. Then he kissed me very lightly all over my pussy. I was out of my mind from the pleasure. I could feel my vaginal muscles contracting and expanding and juices pouring out of me. Mr. F was whispering about how good I smelled and tasted and I was making long monosyllabic responses. When he thrust his tongue inside me, I almost jumped out of the car. He had to hold my hips down so he could reach me. It seemed like he couldn’t stop. He sucked my clit and licked the entire length of my pussy for what had to be hours (although he still got me home by midnight). Finally, I felt a tension building up inside my entire body and just as he licked my clit, I released the tension and screamed, Ahhhhhhhhh! Like that! It was soooooo good. I came for a long time, my pussy twitching and my nipples on fire.
I thought I was going to pass out. Mr. F. rolled down the windows and that’s when I noticed how hot and steamy it had gotten in the car.
He got out and sat in the backseat and asked if I wanted to make him happy. I got back there with him and he spread me out and kissed my nipples while he unbuckled his pants and undid his zipper. It was the strangest sensation when he slid his pants off while he was on top of me because it felt like he was taking the pants off of me. He gently spread my legs and asked if I had ever had sex before and I said no. And he made a long noise, sort of like, OooohhhhhGaaawwdddd……his erection was hot and hard on my stomach and Mr. F was kissing me and rubbing my body. I was so wet between my legs. He touched my pussy and said I was awfully soft and warm down there. He sort of reared up so that I could see his cock. He took it in his hand and rubbed the tip of it on my pussy up and down. What a sensation! Then he touched it lightly to my clit and rubbed it there. I came again! This time, it was short and intense, different from the first orgasm.
He got this really focused look in his eyes and he pushed his cock slowly into my pussy. It was really tight. He sort of stopped at a certain point and then said, I love you and then he pushed hard and I felt something inside give. He was pushing and pulling and I was lying there, sort of in shock. He was all sweaty and he was going at me, squeezing his eyes closed sometimes and he was holding me in his arms and fucking me. It hurt but it felt good at the same time. After a few minutes, he came. He kept saying my name and that he loved me. His ejaculate was hot inside me. We lay still for a few minutes. I didn’t complain even though he was sort of heavy on top of me.
It was sort of awkward afterwards because we didn’t know what to say to each other. He had a box of Kleenex and we cleaned up. There was some blood between my legs and on the car seat but we got it off pretty much.
A block before my house, he stopped the car again and asked if I was okay and I said, yeah, sure what about you. That made him laugh a little. He kissed me on the mouth but this time without tongue. He said we had a lot to talk about and work out.
It was a great way for me to have sex for the first time. My relationship with Mr. F. went on for a couple of months. We were more careful and prepared the next encounters and we used protection. He said it didn’t feel as good but it was better to be safe. After the concert, I would spend the weekends (just the days, of course) at his house if his wife was out of town. We talked about a lot of things, about divorce (for him), and marriage for us after I finished college. He was so lonely, I think.
After I went away to college, we wrote and called each other. Little by little, though, we grew apart. I started dating guys my own age.
For the 5th anniversary of graduation, I went to my high school reunion. Mr. F. had moved to a different district. The girl in woodwinds sat at my table and talked to me a lot which I thought strange since we hadn’t been close before. She said that after I left the school, Mr. F. got a divorce. A lot of girls went after him, including her, I guess. I don’t know if he had sex with any of them but if he did, well, they were very very lucky!

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