THE ONE

t has always been a rather difficult task for people to determine exactly when and where love struck them for the very first time. Some assert it was "love at first sight," an instantaneous explosion of passion, interest and attraction coupled with a certain knowing that they had met "The One!" Others insist they found love only after years of getting to know a person fully and completely. To each their own.

For Emma Miller, a high school senior who was a scant five months away from graduating and had just been accepted to the University of Indiana for the coming fall term, falling in love for the first time was a combination of the two.

There was no doubt she had an immediate physical reaction to her Psychology teacher, Mr. Corey Stevens, on the very first day of class to start her last semester in high school. It was a mixture of his appearance, the way he carried himself, and his easy and approachable manner that caused Emma's insides to squirm. Her heart skipped a beat at the same time her pussy moistened, and from that moment on she was riveted to the man and everything he did or said as if she had been struck by a bolt of lightning. Then, over the course of the semester, after getting to know him better and feeling she had a really good sense of the man, Emma was powerless to stop herself from falling hopelessly in love with him.

Emma was tall, standing over six feet. Naturally, her height had always caused her to stand out, especially in a crowded hallway or classroom. She was also thin and physically fit with light brown hair that was straight but sloped down to her shoulders. Her face was nothing but teeth with two large blue eyes, cute cheekbones that resembled a chipmunk, and a high forehead. Her tits, if you could call them that, were perky but nothing much to speak of -- what the guys had often referred to as mosquito bites. Although that had never stopped any of them from wanting to see her tits just the same.

On the flip side, Emma's legs seemed to stretch for miles. In many respects it was as if Emma was nothing but legs, until you noticed the cute, tight ass that sat on top of them. What an ass! It swayed nicely back and forth seemingly at everyone else's eye level, and in a mesmerizing way that could have made a monk revoke his vows immediately and beg to get laid. Jesus had enough converts anyway.

Emma was hot, no doubt about it, possessed with pure natural beauty. She wasn't stunning or gorgeous, nothing to take your breath away. But in many respects she was even more beautiful because hers seemed more genuine somehow, less make up and more personality. Her eyes sparkled when she laughed or was amused, plus she was mischievous and fun. Perhaps her greatest quality was that she was down to earth and not the least bit pretentious or stuck up. What you saw was what you got with Emma -- she wasn't hiding anything. Emma acted the way she acted, whether she was with her friends, or teachers, or anyone else for that matter.

Furthermore, Emma was the athletic type where every part of her body seemed to compliment the other. To look at her from a distance it appeared she was a bean pole -- tall, lanky and flat chested. But then she smiled. The kind of smile that illuminated her whole face and, in doing so, instantly transformed her into a sexy knock-out and melted everything else away.

More than any of that, Emma was a kind person -- and that is definitely saying something, especially in an institution full of obnoxious, selfish adolescents. Emma was sweet, she was friendly, and she treated people the way she wanted to be treated. She had also surrounded herself with people who cared and looked out for her, which was good because she was being raised by a single dad who, although an equally nice guy, knew virtually nothing about raising a daughter.

Corey Stevens, on the other hand, was simply an average thirty-something-year-old divorced man who had arrived at his job a few years prior and had quickly become everyone's most popular teacher. Emma could certainly see why, although she never could positively identify what, exactly, it was about him that everyone was so enamored with. He simply had a way about him that was genuine, honest and fun -- coincidentally, much like herself. The fact that he was only about fifteen years older than Emma and the other seniors, and looked even younger, also contributed to make him seem more relatable and approachable.

Whatever it was about the man, Emma was attracted to him in a way she had never known before. Certainly, she had been with a few guys and was experienced in the ways of sex -- at least, experienced in the ways young guys want to get off. Yet, never had she met someone who turned her on so completely, and stimulated her body in every way, without ever touching her. Just the way he looked at her, and listened intently to whatever she had to say -- as though she was the only one in the room and whatever she was saying was the most important thing he had ever heard -- was enough to send her twat into spasms. That was something Emma could never have expected as she hadn't known it was even possible.

As the semester progressed, it became almost a daily occurrence in Psychology class that, while Corey Stevens shared stories, described concepts or explained vocabulary terms, Emma's pussy would automatically moisten. This would then prompt her to begin moving her legs slightly together, which rubbed her inner thighs against each other and heightened the sensation. On more than one occasion she even reached climax.

On those occasions in class, Emma would lean way down in her chair to allow her long legs to stretch out completely underneath the seat in front of her. She would begin rubbing her legs slowly back and forth while tightening her pelvic muscles to stimulate her pussy. The feeling was pure ecstasy. Knowing she could arouse herself in such a way without any touching amazed Emma, and that was certainly very much part of the excitement as well.

One particular day, however, Emma's good friend Sarah, who was seated next to her in the third seat back in the adjacent row, took notice of what was happening. A couple sly glances sideways told Sarah everything she needed to know. She and Emma had masturbated and fooled around together on more than a few occasions and Sarah knew exactly what Emma was up to. Still, she was shocked -- and turned on -- to find her friend pleasuring herself right in class. Sarah also became a little jealous as well.

Quickly ripping off a wedge of paper from her notebook, Sarah scribbled a message to her friend, "Are you masturbating over there?" She creased the paper and waited for Mr. Stevens to walk to the far side of the room before sailing it over on Emma's desk.

It slid across the desk and was headed off the other end until Emma reached out and slapped it down. She turned her head toward Sarah to find her friend biting her lower lip and smirking. When Emma read the note she turned bright red, embarrassed to find her secret revealed. She quickly jotted a response, "I can't help it. I'm horny." Then she refolded the paper and tossed it back.

Sarah read the reply and the two friends exchanged glances as Corey Stevens droned on about Maslow's hierarchy of needs. Sarah hastily wrote another message, "Me too. I'll join you." After flipping the note back to Emma, Sarah slouched down in her seat, spread her legs, and slowly lowered her right hand down inside her shorts making sure to cover that hand with her shirt just in case anyone was looking.

For the next several minutes, the two girls masturbated themselves while occasionally steeling glances at each other, smiling and nodding undetected encouragement. Remarkably, nobody seemed to notice or care, which added to the sense of daring and pleasure. It's always more fun to do things that are risky -- it heightens the senses and the pleasure. Of course, there was also no doubt that Mr. Stevens could hold your attention with stories and anecdotes and humor, which is exactly what he was doing with the rest of the class.

From Emma's angle, she could see her friend's legs bent slightly outward. It seemed noticeable to her that Sarah was playing with her pussy. It also seemed obvious to Emma that her friend was feeling pretty fucking good because Sarah was displaying a rather interesting expression on her face -- one that was hard to determine whether it was painful or gratifying.

Just then Corey Stevens stopped talking mid-sentence and Emma noticed he was looking directly at Sarah. Picking up on the same thing, the entire class turned its focus on Sarah.

"Everything alright Sarah?" he asked, looking both alarmed and a little intrigued. She was practically lying flat in her seat, a pained expression on her face with one of her hands missing. Some of the students started to snicker while others exchanged wide-eyed glances and smirks.

Instantly snapped back to reality at the mention of her name, Sarah tried to catch her breath as she hurriedly scooted upwards in the chair. "Huh -- wh...?" she muttered feebly as if arousing from a deep sleep and noticing all eyes on her.

Emma slid upwards much more casually and undetected as Mr. Stevens continue to eye her friend, raising one eyebrow that suggested he perhaps knew more than he was willing to let on. "I asked if you were alright. You appeared to look...well, it's hard to say really." Then he chuckled in spite of himself. "You ok?"

Now it was Sarah who turned beet red as she readjusted herself and sat up straight at her desk. "Yeah...I uh..." she started, while looking around at a roomful of faces. "Just a cramp. I'm ok now."

Mr. Stevens looked her over a few seconds more, obviously unsure what to say. What could he say? Finally, he nodded his head slowly and continued as he pointed toward the door, "Well, if you need to excuse yourself please do so." Then he turned around and proceeded to summarize the finer points of that day's discussion as Emma giggled uncontrollably in her seat.

When class was over, both girls headed straight for the door and actually made it half way down the hall before erupting in unrestrained laughter.

"Holy. Shit," Emma finally managed to say while trying to catch her breath. "Oh, my God, that was hilarious."

When she had gotten control of herself, Sarah added, "I was just about to cum too!"

This revelation brought on a renewed spasm of laugher as the two girls proceeded toward their lockers. When they had loaded the necessary books and folders into their backpacks and were making their way out of the school, Sarah continued. "I really need to rub one out now."

"I know." Emma nodded in agreement. "Me too."

"Good," Sarah added directly. "Come over to my house and we can finish together. Besides, I want to watch you do it without touching yourself!"

Later that afternoon, after watching Emma perform her handless pleasuring technique and subsequent multiple orgasms that included fingering one another and licking each other out -- something they hadn't done together in quite some time -- Emma and Sarah sat on the couch relaxing in the nude and reliving that day's Psychology class.

"Would you fuck him?" Sarah asked all at once.

Looking a little bewildered, Emma answered honestly. "Fuck who?"

With an expression that suggested DUH, Sarah replied, "Mr. Stevens! That's who."

Straightening up a bit on the couch and folding her long left leg underneath the other, Emma answered without hesitation. "In a fucking heartbeat. And so would you."

"I know. I bet he's wild," her friend said with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

Thinking before answering, Emma finally offered her own opinion. "Nah -- I bet he's fun and all but I doubt he's wild."

With a dubious and slightly irritated look, Sarah concluded, "Whatever -- I don't care. I just really want to know what his dick looks like."

In a matter-of-fact pronouncement without any forethought, Emma stated frankly, "I'll let you know."

Looking slyly at her friend, Sarah couldn't help but inquire. "You've got plans, do you?"

Emma didn't have any plans, not any real conscious plans -- at least at that particular moment. All she could admit was that she was attracted to Mr. Stevens and wanted to fuck him. But, that was hardly any different than most of the girls in school. Honestly, that kind of thing was about as completely natural in a high school as hormones and noise. Every school in every town in every state had a teacher, or two, like Mr. Stevens that all the girls wanted to fuck. It was just the way of it.

But, in addition to all of that, Emma was falling deeply in love for the very first time in her life. She had already experienced some crushes and, of course, had a number of sexual experiences -- like the one on this particular afternoon -- with both boys and girls. Yet, what she began feeling for Corey Stevens was nothing like she had felt before. He stirred something inside of her that was difficult to identify let alone explain to herself or anyone else. The only real question was what she was going to do about it -- if anything.

"You think he's ever messed around with a student?" Sarah asked. "I mean -- he's not hot and he certainly doesn't come off as a player but still...it's like every girl would fuck him. You think he'd tap into that?"

Emma thought for a few seconds. "I don't know. I doubt it. He'd get fired."

"Not if they didn't tell on him." Sarah smiled wickedly at her friend.

"Seems like you're the one with the plans Sarah!" Emma grew inexplicably jealous. As far as she was concerned, Corey Stevens was hers and everyone else could go fuck themselves.

The two girlfriends sat in silence and looked at each other. There was something so comfortable and secure about being with someone else and not feeling the need to converse -- or even have your clothes on for that matter. Just being together was enough for Emma and Sarah. It had been that way for them since middle school when they were in same home room class together.

"I love your body," Sarah said suddenly. Emma turned to see Sarah looking up and down her long, smooth legs and exposed chest. "There's just so much of it."

Emma cupped her small breasts. "Not up here there isn't."

Chuckling softly, Sarah had to agree. "True, but it doesn't even matter. Besides, your nipples poke out so well that you hardly notice there's no wrapping around them." Both girls laughed out loud.

Leaning forward, Sarah reached out with her left hand so she could rub back and forth on one of Emma's hard nipples, then she squeezed it as Emma moaned softly. Sarah moved up and over her friend as Emma unfolded one leg and stretched it the length of the couch while positioning the other leg up on top of the cushions, opening herself wide for her friend.

They kissed. It was slow, soft and tender -- tasting each other as their tongues danced inside their mouths.

Slithering her hand down, Sarah groped at her friend's pussy and inserted two fingers inside her wet hole as Emma reached up to fondle Sarah's dangling breasts. For the next hour the two friends played around together and reached climax yet again. It was great to have someone you could fool around with and not have it mean anything other than fun.

As the semester progressed and quickly came to a close, Emma looked for ways to linger in Corey's classroom after school. It helped immeasurably that his was the last class she had each day and it seemed almost natural for her to remain afterwards just to chat.

Whether it was questions about Psychology or personal inquiries about him, Corey Stevens never hesitated to answer honestly. He had always felt that his life experiences presented learning opportunities for everyone, including his students. It had the added effect of making those students, and especially Emma, feel even closer to him.

From Corey's point of view, Emma was just another of the many high school kids he had taught in his career. He certainly was no dummy and could tell that Emma was becoming attached to him, as so many others did, but he paid no serious mind to that and knew once summer commenced all would be forgotten. Corey didn't mind getting close to the students because he felt it was good for them to have at least one teacher they could relate to. He also trusted himself as a professional to keep his distance. He would allow students to get close to him, but never close enough to cause complications.

What's more, whether Emma knew it or not, Corey was on very familiar terms with her father and had no intention of making things uncomfortable for himself or Emma. Her dad, Brad Miller, was a man-about-town who seemed to know everyone and, what's more, everyone knew him. He was a great guy who always had a wealth of stories of his own to tell, especially on weekend nights in the local watering hole.

In fact, Brad had been one of the first people Corey had gotten to know well after he arrived in town with his then-wife a few years prior.

Corey had begun his teaching career almost a decade ago in a small town in Texas about sixty miles north of Dallas, then headed northeast several years ago after his wife got hired at a company in Bloomington, Indiana. He gained employment with one of the high schools in town. A couple years after that, his wife began having an affair with her manager and that led to their divorce. She soon moved out to L.A. with her new beau, leaving Corey behind in a town he never wanted to live in to begin with.

But, now that he was here Corey didn't feel much like having to pack everything up and move on. And where would he go? He really had no desire to return to Texas. It was too damn hot for one and full of too many damn fools for another. So, until he made up his mind -- if he ever did -- Bloomington, Indiana suited him just fine. The place was as honest and genuine as he was, which is probably why he felt so comfortable and at ease in that environment. There was nothing pretentious about the town and everyone he met seemed to be a good, decent, salt-of-the-earth person who worked hard and minded their own business -- exactly like Brad Miller.

The last week of school was comprised of final exams and, when not administering any, Corey could be found in his room packing away things until the next school year or suffering through the grading process. It was not uncommon for students to wander in to bid farewell either for the summer or for good.

Seniors in particular would pop in to make sure he would be attending graduation -- something he never failed to miss -- while some would give him a senior pic so he could pin it next to the others on a gigantic cork board in the back of his room. A little something for him to remember them by.

It was during this finals week that Emma stopped by his room one afternoon to hang out. She had completed all of her exams and was simply biding time until graduation, which was set for that Saturday. Having nowhere else to really go, and not particularly interested in being with her friends every single minute of the day, she decided to pay one last visit to Mr. Stevens.

As mentioned, at first glance Emma was an attractive girl with such a warm personality that it was hard not to like her. But today -- today, she looked absolutely radiant. She was wearing a yellow and white floral summer dress that hung down to her knees and accentuated every crease and crevice of her long and slender body. It was sleeveless with a surplice neckline that would have easily exposed someone else's breasts but, instead, offered only a generous tease. The dress was self-tied at the waist and perfectly complimented Emma's trim physique. She was also wearing a pair of tan flat sandals with cute little buckles at the ankles.

Corey couldn't help but do a double-take when he came out of the back office in his room -- something not much bigger than a large closet but served as his private space -- and noticed Emma standing by his desk. The angle of sunlight at that precise moment was from behind Emma and it illuminated her entire body as if she was standing there naked, her athletic calf muscles bulging, and Corey stopped abruptly. He also grunted quite audibly.

Swallowing hard and trying to act as if he had been startled by her presence instead of completely overwhelmed by her beauty, Corey offered up a feeble greeting. "Uh -- Emma. Caught me by surprise there. Good to see you. How have you been?"

Corey Stevens had always been in complete control of himself and his environment, not unlike most teachers, so it was a surprise to find him acting completely different -- unable to even look at Emma. Offering up some made up excuse she had rehearsed about stopping by, Emma slid down in order to sit casually on the edge of his desk and waited for him to approach her.

Instead, Corey began walking about from one end of the room to the other. First he pretended to straighten some books on a shelf by the huge picture window that overlooked the football field in the distance. Then he moved in the opposite direction to dust off a file cabinet, and finally retreated into his office in the back of the room. It was as if he didn't want to be with her or was deliberately trying to avoid her.

When he failed to exit after a considerable time, Emma guessed he was uncomfortable, possibly because he found her attractive and wanted to keep things professional. It was right at that precise moment that Emma decided she was going to go through with what she had been planning for weeks. It was now or never. Whatever happened, happened. She was graduating in a few days anyway and was determined to go through with the plan she had devised.

Walking quietly down the middle aisle, Emma got to the end of the row and headed for the door that separated his office from the classroom.

She stood in the doorway with her legs spread slightly apart and, with the sun still positioned behind her, Corey stared at a perfectly shaped silhouette that exposed her long legs and trim frame. His mouth opened to speak but no words presented themselves. All he could do was stare -- openly and without reservation. Fuck it, he thought, I can stare. She's out of here soon enough.

Taking a slight step forward, Emma spoke the words she had been rehearsing for the last several days. "I wanted to thank you for everything you've done for me and all of us this year."

Corey glanced up to stare into two of the biggest, bluest eyes he had ever seen. Had they always been that blue? Were they always that big? Jesus fucking Christ, she's absolutely beautiful, he thought.

When he failed to respond to her compliment, Emma raised one eyebrow seductively and took another step forward, completely blocking the doorway. As she waited for him to answer, Emma could tell he was wrestling with himself and she deliberately bit her bottom lip. She wanted him to want her -- to want her in the same way she had wanted him these past few months.

When he looked into her eyes, she smiled, blinked twice for good measure and continued her practiced lines. "You have been the best teacher I have ever had. I wish there some way I could thank you."

All at once feeling trapped, Corey swallowed noticeably and took a step forward hoping to escape the confines of his office before primal urges took over and he ripped that fucking dress right off of Emma. Yet, she blocked his path and despite being a couple inches taller than Emma, she was perfectly framed in the doorway so that any chance of breaking free was eliminated. He was going to have to pull himself together and put aside whatever carnal impulses he had.

Looking at Emma, he smiled and swallowed hard again. "You're very kind, Emma. Truly. It was an absolute pleasure to teach you and I wish you nothing but success in college." There, he finally said something and felt pretty confident that would end things.

It didn't.

Taking another step inward, Emma was only separated from Cory by inches. He could smell the sweetness of her breath, which was a mixture of Juicy Fruit and something strawberry. Whatever it was, it was intoxicating and his heartbeat picked up rapidly. I'm fucked, was the thought that raced through his mind.

There had been a couple girls in the past who had tried some things that would have been considered inappropriate, but nothing like he was experiencing at the moment -- trapped. Corey had always prided himself on being a mature, sensible individual -- and certainly a trusted and respected teacher. He was the adult and his every word and action mattered. This was something he had always been supremely aware of. However, at the moment, all of this counted for precisely jack shit.

After his wife had left him, there had been a couple of women in town who had piqued his interest. Neither of them had been serious, although he did have a few exciting encounters which had at least left him physically satisfied. Yet, to be honest, Corey wasn't interested in anything long-term or serious. He was devoted to his job -- that had been his stimulus and motivation. Until such time as someone special came along, his career would have to do.

Still, right now, standing so close to Emma he could have sworn he could hear her heartbeat and everything else became a blur. For one of the few times in his life, Corey was at a complete loss on what to do.

Emma reached out with her right hand and placed it on his shoulder, looking at him in such a way that his dick had no choice but to respond. He was lost in her eyes -- those luminous, sparkling blue entities that paralyzed his soul while sending sparks to all corners of his body.

"Emma..." he whispered loudly, sensing all too quickly that they were approaching a point of no return, but she slid her foot forward so that their bodies pressed together. She could feel his hardness below as it rubbed against her, causing Emma to breathe out heavily as her eyes widened in excitement.

This entire encounter was something Emma had never known before and certainly had never come close to experiencing. All of her relationships with guys prior to this moment had been trivial -- physical and fleeting. But what she was feeling now was so much more than that -- so much greater than anything she had ever faced before and she was completely unable to stop herself.

Emma's stomach knotted as her pussy grew damp. It was as if her body was physically yearning for Corey -- needing him in a way she didn't know she was capable of. Goosebumps emerge all over her body as her excitement grew. She stood there in front of him, looking into his soft, brown eyes as she circled her arm around his neck to pull him closer.

When their lips met the world stopped. As her soft mouth rested on his they became one. This wasn't some high school guy looking to bust a nut, and she wasn't some high school girl looking to tease and taunt. Emma's arms wrapped around Corey and brought him into her grasp as he slid his arms around her back.

She tasted sweet and delicious, and their kissing electrified his body. Corey could detect faint traces of her perfume which mingled with the smell of her shampooed hair and the scent of her breath -- an intoxicating combination that brought unknown feelings to Corey as he pressed his body into hers.

What started out as slow, methodical and deliberate evolved into something greater. In an instant, Corey forgot all about the complicated situation between a teacher and student and automatically yearned for more. Not since his wife had Corey felt this way about another woman and, truth be told, he wasn't even sure he had ever felt this way about his wife.

As they stood in each other's embrace, wrapped tightly in one another's arms, their kissing grew more passionate and more urgent. Corey moved his mouth down the nape of Emma's neck as she stood in his grasp and exhaled loudly. As his lips caressed against her ear, her chin, and down her neck, Emma thought she might cream herself right then and there. It felt so good -- he felt so good -- as an internal warmth spread throughout her body.

When their heads separated they looked at one another. Emma continued to breathe heavily as the realization that she was truly in love with this man overtook her. Corey just stared into her eyes, not at all sure what to say or do. They had crossed a line, no doubt about it, but it was too damn late to go back now. Might as well keep moving ahead and see what happens.

Smiling radiantly at him, Emma let her hands roam across Corey's back and then down his arms. He felt so good, everything felt so right -- including being in his grip. "That was nice," she said softly.

Still looking a little bit alarmed, Corey finally was able to relax slightly as he lifted his left leg and gave his office door a firm tap. When it shut without much sound, he reach around and locked it. Then he look into Emma's lovely face once more. "Yes...it was."

Beaming at him, her heart racing and her legs shaking somewhat, she asked, "May I have another?" She bit her lower lip and looked pleadingly at him.

A small smile slowly creased Corey's face and Emma's blue eyes sparkled in response. He pulled her tight against him and they resumed their kissing. Yup, he thought, I'm definitely fucked!

This time as they kissed, Corey turned a half step to the right to allow Emma to shift over and sit down on the small desk that was inside his office. She spread her legs wide to wrap them around the back of Corey's legs and pulled him into her grasp. Their kissing took on a renewed sense of urging as hands began to roam freely over each other.

Despite what they were doing, a taboo so terrible it would have not only cost Corey his job but ruined his career in education, he was somehow able to relax a little and enjoy the moment. He wrestled in his mind over what was happening, trying hard to reason against such actions and yet being completely incapable of preventing them. At this point, it was what it was and there was no undoing what had been done.

Emma's hands slowly caressed his chest and ran down the sides of his torso. Corey didn't have the most athletic build but he wasn't flabby either, and she enjoyed touching him. She had thought about this moment so often over the past few months, and had played it out in her mind exactly what it would feel like, and now here she was enjoying the very thing she had dreamed of in person. Her emotions were a whirlwind of curiosity and excitement.

As they kissed, Corey ran his right hand over Emma's neckline and slid it down the front of her dress to caress one of her small breasts. Her nipple poked out and he squeezed it as Emma groaned in delight. Regardless of whether any of this was right or wrong, Corey decided to embrace the moment and face whatever consequences might come later on.

With her arms encircled around Corey's waist, Emma pulled him into her as she lowered her hands to grab his ass while he continued rubbing her nipple. Moving her right hand around to the front of his pants, Emma took hold of the hard package protruding outward. She gently moved her hand back and forth over his hidden cock before gripping it firmly.

Moving his mouth back over the side of her neck, Corey licked and teased Emma in a way that began to drive her crazy. Her pussy was so wet that the front her panties were plastered against her skin. When she squeezed Corey's dick a second time he exhaled loudly and whispered in her ear. "Uh...oh, Emma...," which only added to the excitement of the moment and stirred her juices even more. She began to pant heavily.

Positioning both hands on Corey's pants, Emma unbuckled his belt and slid the zipper down. She hooked her fingers inside the tops of his trousers and briefs, then slowly lowered them as a fully erect cock bounced up in front of her. Emma had never seen one so big -- her eyes widened as her mouth flew open. "Oh, wow," she gasped. "It's beautiful." She reached out automatically to take his manhood in both hands, feeling it pulse as blood pumped into the organ.

Pulling back from her slightly, Corey watched as Emma stroked his large cock. She stared as his penis for a long time. It was gorgeous -- longer than she would have imagined, cut nicely on top, with a good girth to grab hold of and tug on.

They exchanged nervous glances, seeming to realize for the first time -- together -- the seriousness of what they were doing. "Emma...," Corey whispered faintly.

She shook her head slightly. "It's ok," Emma assured him, keep a firm grip on his boner. She was not about to stop now. "We're not hurting anyone, and I'll never tell. I promise." These were also rehearsed lines Emma had practiced, never expecting she would have the opportunity to actually say them.

Skepticism creeped across Corey's face. It was far too late to erase what had happened and yet he was still incapable of completely letting go. Emma slid off the top of his desk to face him directly, never letting go of his stiff pole. She smiled and then kissed him deeply. When she pulled back, her beautiful blue eyes radiated warmth. "I want it too. You can trust me."

Corey did. By God -- he fucking did, and not just because she had him by the dick. He slowly nodded his head and relaxed his body.

With that, Emma lowered herself to squat in front of him and get a close up look at his tool. She inspected it with her left hand, then took his dangling balls in her right to suck and lick them. Emma softly kissed his balls while gently stroking him back and forth. She wanted this to mean something for both of them -- not merely a routine oral job.

She sucked on one testicle and then the other -- licking and tasting him -- and Emma realized she had never tasted anything as good before. She cupped his balls and played with them in her hand as his dick bounced and swayed above her. Finally, she lifted her focus and took his entire manhood in her mouth.

Corey threw back his head and moaned as Emma completely devoured his meat. She pulled his pants down to the floor and kneeled in front of him to service his member completely. As her head bobbed up and down over him, Corey reached out to place one hand on her head and the other on her shoulder. Just the feel of a woman's lips and mouth on his cock again was magical. It had been a while and this girl was working him over like a pro.

"Uhhhh...Christ, Emma..." he began as he looked down at this lovely specimen servicing him. She took his dick out of her mouth to look up at him. My God, she was beautiful -- nothing but blue eyes and teeth smiled up at him as she continue jerking his pole. Corey decided to be honest with her. "Look...it's, uh...been awhile since someone has done this and, uh..."

"It's not going to take you long?" she finished the sentence for him, knowing instinctively what he was trying to say to her.

Nodding his head, Corey confirmed her suspicions. "Right."

A broad smile spread across Emma's face as her big, gorgeous eyes sparkled. "Good!" Then she lowered her warm mouth back over his cock and proceed to suck him off. All Corey could do was stand there to receive her expert ministration.

Emma took Corey penis out of her mouth to lick his shaft up and down several times before tickling the rounded tip with her tongue for good measure. Next she began kissing it all over, starting with the head and moving down, back and forth, loving on it with her soft lips.

Corey had never received such an oral inspection or lip service like the one he was getting now from Emma. Not from his wife, not from any of his former girlfriends nor casual hook-ups. Never. She was working him over with attention and care, slowly making love to his hard cock with her mouth. It felt exquisite.

Staring down at her, Corey watched Emma meticulously work him over. It felt so good it was almost beyond description. When she glanced up to see him looking at her, Emma smiled, winked at him, and then swallowed his entire manhood right down to the base.

"Ugh...fuck, Em...," he exclaimed. She delighted in his obvious enjoyment. He had also called her by the nickname that only her closest of friends called her, not that Corey knew it but she was comforted nonetheless.

Cupping his nuts with one hand, she sucked and stroked his dick at the same time -- wetting and warming his dick in equal measure. Corey widened his stance to receive the best pipe cleaning of his life. He let his fingers weave their way through Emma's hair as her head bobbed up and down over him.

All too soon, that familiar feeling began to spread throughout his entire body and his legs stiffened. "Oh, Emma," he began and she gripped his stiff prick harder. "Mmm...Em...here it comes."

Emma opened her mouth wide as she continued to tug on his dick. A shot of warm goo hit the back of her throat, quickly followed by several more copious spurts. Replacing her mouth over his entire dick as it erupted, Emma swallowed his seed while slurping and sucking down everything he had to offer.

She had never swallowed cum before -- had actually made it a habit never to do so. Emma had always considered that nasty. She didn't mind a guy cumming on her, even her face if he wanted to -- which was something it seemed most guys enjoyed -- but she simply refused to swallow and if any guy had a problem with that they were free to move on. None of them ever did.

However, this time Emma not only wanted to swallow Corey's load she was actually excited about doing so. She wanted to taste him, to know what it was like and to see the expression on his face as his man juice infiltrated her mouth. Surprisingly, his cum hadn't repulsed her. It tasted salty and a bit nutty but not at all unpleasant, which astonished her.

When she had sucked down every last drop of his semen, Emma stood up to embrace Corey. They shared a long, lingering and tender kiss.

Corey hadn't unloaded like that in what seemed years and he kissed Emma lovingly and longingly, running his hands over her body and through her hair. When they separated, Emma bit her bottom lip and smiled while taking a step backwards. She lowered the straps of her dress, allowing it to slither down her long, slender body until it crumpled at her feet.

Standing before Corey in nothing but white cotton panties, Emma stepped out of her mangled dress and reached down to slip off her sandals. She pushed everything away with one swift kick of her foot. Hooking her thumbs inside the elastic band of her panties, Emma spoke softly to Corey, "I want you to fuck me."

Emma pulled her panties down to reveal a nicely shaved pussy as Corey audibly sighed. Seeing her completely naked for the first time was a sight to behold. He wouldn't have imagined Emma could have been any more beautiful, but she was -- long arms and limbs seemed to protrude everywhere as cute, hard nipples poked out demanding to be seen. "Oh, Emma..."

"Call me Em, please. I like that better, especially from you." She moved back a step or two before hopping up on his desk once again.

Corey went toward her and pressed his frame against her smooth, bare skin. He had never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Emma -- Em -- at that moment. The young student she had been was replaced by a grown woman who produced adult urges and yearnings. Still, Corey hesitated. A blowjob was one thing. Sex was something else entirely.

Leaning up to kiss his neck, Emma sensed his hesitation. "It's ok. I've done this before." She leveled her eyes with his. "And, I told you -- I won't tell anyone. I promise." When Corey remained silent, she concluded, "You can trust me."

They were sharing another long and passionate kiss when suddenly a thought occurred to Corey and he couldn't help chuckling. "Um...Em...I'm not exactly 18 anymore. Sooooo..."

Instantly interpreting what he was trying to say, which was that his cock needed some time to recharge before another launch, Emma eagerly offered reassurance. "That's ok." She leaned back on his desk, raised her bare feet to rest on the edges and spread her legs wide to reveal a beautifully glistening pussy. "I'll just play with myself until you're ready." She began rubbing on her clit while Corey's mouth dropped open.

"That -- uh -- that'll do," he finally said, staring intently at the way Emma massaged herself.

Emma had never masturbated in front of anyone other than a couple close girl friends of hers, like Sarah, but she had never had more of a desire to do so than at that very moment. The way Corey looked at her -- the way his eyes seized on every part of her naked body -- was stimulating and added to the overall excitement she felt

From Corey's perspective, he had never seen anything as sexy in his life. He had found his ex-wife attractive but never sexy. Emma, on the other hand, exuded sexiness. Everything about her and her amply body were sexy to him and Corey found it difficult to focus on any one particular thing -- although her pussy was a pretty good starting point.

Sitting astride his desk with her legs wide open and calf muscles bulging, Emma provided an unobstructed view of what she was doing. She leaned back slightly on her left elbow while her right hand worked its magic on her moist twat, rubbing against the tiny clit that was just barely visible. Her labia was narrow, two identical folds on either side of her slit, and they flatten out somewhat once Emma started massaging playing with herself. Noticing that Corey was standing in front of her with his pants still wrapped around his ankles, Emma giggled a little. He seemed too preoccupied to notice or care.

"Why don't you get naked," she offered up to him.

Lifting his head and slowly adjusting his gaze to stare at her, Corey responded with, "Hmm?"

Smiling openly, eyes twinkling in the dimly lit office, Emma continued rubbing on her pussy as she nodded at Corey with her head. "I said, why don't you get naked."

Corey looked down and for the first time seemed to realize how ridiculous he must appear with his polo shirt pushed midway up his chest while his khakis hung down to the ground. His flaccid pecker sloped off to one side. Without saying anything, Corey slid out of his shoes and removed his pants. Next he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on top of Emma's wrinkled dress.

Stepping up to where Emma reclined on his desk, watching fingers graze over her wet pussy, Corey hesitated before speaking. He swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "Can I..." he began.

Again, Emma was on the same wavelength. She instinctively knew what he wanted -- she wanted it too. "Yeah, I'd love that," she answered. Moving her hand out of the way to expose her most tender of places, Emma spread her legs as wide as they would go.

Lowering himself down so that he was eye level with her love tunnel, Corey moved his face into it and began licking. She tasted fucking great and he wanted more. He separated her labia with his thumbs before driving his tongue deep inside her hole as Emma gasped with pleasure. Corey tickled her clit while sucking and pulling on her pussy lips, then twirled his tongue around and around her wet vagina as Emma squirmed and moaned in response. "Oh, my God..."

It was beyond wonderful -- so much better than the flimsy attempts some guys had made over the years, as if they were afraid of her pussy. It was as if they had no idea what to do, and maybe they didn't. But, one thing was for sure. Corey knew exactly what he was doing and it made all the difference in the world. "Mmm...oh, my...that feels so good," she encouraged.

The pleasure she was feeling was intense. It wasn't just because she had fantasized about this moment, it was because his tongue was pure fucking magic. It seemed to be everywhere inside her at the same instant, licking her out while massaging her clit. Emma lifted her legs and splayed them wide, pointing her toes in opposite directions toward the far wall. "Oooohhhhh...mmmm...," she wailed quietly.

Lifting her head, she watched as Corey played with her pussy -- his fingers probing her innards as his tongue flicked and tickled her clit. Her breathing quickly became labored as she writhed and moaned from ecstasy. Up to this particular moment, what was happening to Emma now was the greatest, most erotic experience of her life and she wanted to enjoy it as much as she could.

Two of Corey's middle fingers pumped back and forth inside Emma's wet snatch as he continued nibbling on her clit and labia. Gradually, Emma began to buck back and forth, rubbing her pussy on his face as she reached out and grabbed a fist full of his hair. "Oh, my...oh, my...oooohhhh...," she cried out as her entire body began to shake.

As she ground her pussy into his mouth, Emma could only whimper and moan as she neared climax. Warmth radiated throughout every corner of her body, almost as if electricity was shooting through her veins.

She watched as Corey lapped and licked at her pussy, driving Emma practically wild with delight. His fingers expertly penetrated her hole while his mouth made sweet love to her honey pie. The combination was sublime, generating a feeling in her she had never come close to experiencing before. Emma's pelvis rubbed back and forth against Corey's soft mouth as she kept a firm grip to his hair.

As she began to shudder more intensely, Emma let loose with a loud wail. Her body convulsed from head to toe as it was filled with a rapture and elation that moved her soul. "UHHHHHHH...oh, my God!" Emma curled her toes as Corey's face slammed deep into her love mound. Her ass cheeks vibrated as Emma screamed again. "OH -- oh, Jesus. Oh...my...oh, please don't stop. Ahhhhh...I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Oh, my God...I'm cumming!!!"

Her eyes flew open wide and her mouth formed a perfect circle as Emma's body was rocked with a seismic orgasm. Warmth cascaded throughout her body as Emma's pussy quivered and squirted. She kept bucking her pussy up and down over Corey's mouth as wave after wave of pleasure seeped through every inch and corner of her naked body.

Corey reached underneath to grab and squeeze her ass with both of his hands as Emma's body shivered and convulsed, tasting her juices and licking up everything he could. Her flavor was sweet like nectar and his tongue worked overtime lapping up everything as Emma's entire frame continued to shake in a climatic response while she moaned and panted.

As he finished licking her wet, warm pussy, Corey kissed Emma's inner thigh before moving his lips down a long, slender leg. He licked the bottom of her foot and sucked on her toes. Emma slithered down to lay flat on his desk and basked in the sensation that emitted throughout her body. She had never climaxed like that before -- never knew such a feeling or force was possible and it had rocked her to the core. She ran her hands over her chest and nude skin as the last of an orgasmic wave dissipated.

With her body returning to normal, and Corey sucking on her toes -- something else she liked that had been previously unknown to her -- Emma was ready for this man to enter her. She lowered her leg and sat up on his desk to discover his penis had sprouted back to life, almost waving at her as it bobbed up and down like a conductor's baton. She reached out to touch him, to feel his hardness in her grasp once again and he stepped closer to allow her to do so.

Whatever reservations Corey might have had at the start of this little liaison, all was gone except a desire to fuck this beautiful creature who was spread out naked before him.

Emma raised her legs back up to place her feet on the edge of his desk, then spread her legs wide once again. "I want you so bad," she panted, her large blue eyes pleading for him.

"Good." It was Corey could think to say as his eyes wandered over every inch of Emma's exposed body. Her nipples poked out like tiny dice cubes, her long legs bent up and down in front of him, her arms stretched out to pull him into her, and her pussy was still gleaming from its oral cleansing. Emma was the picture of perfection and she wanted him. He wanted her too, no doubt about that. By God, he was going to give her something to remember!

Taking his penis in hand, Corey rubbed the tip of it back and forth through Emma's moist labia as she softly exhaled. "Yeah...ooohh, yeah."

When it was properly wet, Corey eased his cock into her waiting hole as Emma tipped her head back, sighed loudly and finally groaned out in pleasure. "Ho....ahhhh...fuck yeah. Oh, that's it."

They worked together effortlessly, a little give and take from each as Corey would push forward just as Emma lifted her hips. Slow at first -- deliberate and meaningful -- allowing both of them to savor the moment and feel the thrill of making love, which is exactly what they were doing regardless of whether either of them knew it or not. This wasn't fucking, at least not at the start. It was a methodical, meaningful fulfillment for both of them that transcended years or experience.

Corey gripped Emma's sides as she lifted her right leg over his shoulder, then he reached out to place a hand on the back of her neck so he could pull her up a little, allowing them to look at each other. And stare at each other they did! They smiled at one another -- a knowing smile that reflected something much deeper, much more personal and meaningful than either could have realized.

Corey was amazed at the depth of feeling he had for this otherwise normal student. He simply couldn't believe it. What he was feeling inside was something he hadn't felt in many years. It was so foreign to him he had forgotten there was ever a time or instance when he had felt this way. And Emma radiated with moisture from the heat of the moment as well as from an internal spark that lit up her innards.

The faint whispers of "ooohh" and "aaahh" coming from Emma accompanied the gentle rhythm of their movements, which began to grow faster with a heightened sense of urgency. Corey looked down at Emma to find her looking at him with tears in her eyes. Clearly this wasn't a typical 18-year-old opportunity to scratch an itch -- this meant something more to her just like it did him, and he was touched deeply by it. To be sure, he was equally moved by everything that had happened and found himself increasingly dreading the ending.

As the tempo picked up, Emma arched her back and thrust her hips upwards while Corey pumped his cock in and out of her. She placed a hand on his shoulder to grip him strongly as she began to grind her pelvis into his stiff dick. Corey knew it wouldn't be long before he came, there was simply only so much stamina he had and looking at the amazing beauty that stretched out before him tapped into whatever reserves he might have had.

Sensing climax was near, Emma bit the inside of her cheek and smiled as she nodded at him. It was time. She was close to orgasm again and definitely ready to experience that pleasurable sensation. As Corey thrust himself inside her wet hole, Emma look into his eyes. "You make me feel so good."

She lowered her leg and pushed up so that they were facing each other. Emma leaned in and kissed Corey's neck and chest, then pinched one of his nipples. Whatever doubt she may have had -- which was very little if any -- there was certainly no doubt now that she was in love with this man. Wildly and passionately in love with him and her body responded in kind and a single tear rolled down her left cheek. "Kiss me," she pleaded.

When their lips met, Emma's insides erupted. For the second time her body convulsed, shaking her from the tips of her fingers down to the heels of her feet. She shuddered as her skin lit on fire and blood pulsed throughout her innards. She could feel her heartbeat speeding along at the same time it pounded inside her ears as her pussy quivered and spasmed with each hump and pump from Corey.

Emma's eyes opened wide as more tears trickled down her face. "Oh, fuck...," she panted. "My God that feels so good." Corey smiled meekly at her before they kissed again. Suddenly, as their tongues danced inside each other's mouths, he pulled out and ejected his seed all over Emma's tummy. Spurt after spurt flew out to hit her as he grunted in pleasure.

When it was over and their breathing attempted a return to normalcy, Emma and Corey put their heads together and began kissing in earnest. Corey's lips almost hurt from all the kissing they had done yet he wanted more. The taste of Emma was divine, the feel of her naked skin against him was exquisite and he didn't want the moment to end.

For Emma, too, the feel of this man against her generated feelings beyond her years. While she instinctively knew there would be others she would give her body to, especially as four years of college loomed large in front of her, there would only be one person she would ever give her heart to -- and he was leaning over her right now and kissing her in such a way that she also didn't want it to ever end.

When they separated, Corey and Emma just stared into each other's eyes processing all that had happened and how they were feeling. "Oh, Em...," Corey finally said, and she smiled brightly at the mention of her name.

She started to speak. "I...," Then stopped abruptly. Emma couldn't tell him what she was really thinking. It wouldn't be right, for either of them. When he continued to stare into her eyes, penetrating her very soul, Emma reached out to run a hand down the side of his face. "That was wonderful."

"Yes, it was." Corey's dick was still inside her and he was reluctant to exit. He couldn't help wondering if he would ever see Emma again after this day.

Alas, everything must end. It's the way of things. There is always a beginning and, rest assured, there is always an ending. You need an ending, not just to close out or finish a moment but to provide context to events -- to appreciate what you have experienced or gone through. An ending is the first attempt at closure, although usually much more abrupt and harsh.

When they were through they separated and then, surprisingly to both Corey and Emma, they started giggling as neither could honestly believe what had happened between them. At the start of the day, Corey was just a teacher and Emma one of the hundreds of students he had taught in his career. But now, they were joined together in a way that would change both their lives. They were a part of each other, forever. The transformation was palpable and practically indescribable.

Corey opened a drawer on the side of his desk and took out a box of Kleenex, proceeded to wipe up the enormous mess he deposited on Emma's belly. She grabbed some tissues as well and reached out to wipe off the lingering residue on Corey's penis. Even by these simple acts they were taking care of each other, helping each other, and respecting each other.

When all the mess was wiped away and the tissues properly disposed of, Corey stepped back and allowed Emma to rise off his desk. He let his eyes wander up and down her long, lanky, beautiful body one last time. She let him stare. He could take all the time he needed because she loved the way he looked at her. It wasn't lust, it was appreciation and that made all the difference to her. Beside, this allowed Emma a chance to take him in as well -- reaching out to feel his arms and looking down to study his flaccid prick. She wanted that image converted to memory.

When enough time had passed it no longer felt appropriate to continue standing naked in front of each other in the dimly lit small office. Emma smiled, kissed Corey on the mouth, and then reached down to retrieve her white cotton panties as he grabbed his khakis. When they were dressed there was a moment of hesitation and awkwardness as they each seemed to be grappling with what came next.

Motioning with an index finger for Emma to remain in place, Corey slowly opened his office door to find an empty classroom and an afternoon sun shining through the picture window. He looked at the clock and noticed it was almost 4:00pm and was stunned to realize how much time had elapsed. With a sigh of relief, knowing most everyone would be out of the building at this point, Corey walked to the classroom door and opened it up. He poked his head out into the hallway to find the place deserted and hall lights turned off. Miraculously, there was nobody in sight. This was truly his lucky day.

Walking to the small office in the back of his room, he found Emma standing in a corner perusing various books on the bookshelf and looking just as fine as ever.

"We're good," he announced. "The coast is clear."

She turned and smiled at him, then stepped forward. They stared at one another, both trying hard to find something to say. Anything Corey might have said, in his adult-teacher voice would have sounded hollow and stupid at this point, and Emma was at a complete loss as well. What do you say to someone you hardly know after you've just had sex with them?

Smiling uncomfortably, Corey pivoted and moved back into his classroom while Emma strode behind him. Deciding it was useless to kid themselves, Corey spoke up. "Well, this is awkward. I honestly don't know what to say and anything I might say seems stupid."

Emma nodded her head slowly in agreement and giggled slightly. "I know." She looked at him with those piercing big blue eyes and Corey's manhood began to stir again. "I just want you to know," she added, "what happened this afternoon...it meant a lot to me."

Corey was both relieved and pleased to hear this. He certainly expected as much, but it helped to hear the words anyway. "Me too," he answered. "I mean...it was wrong in so many ways and yet...in so many other ways it felt completely right."

A smile spread across her entire face as she reached out to squeeze Corey's hand. There was more she wanted to say, maybe needed to say, but this didn't feel like the right time or place. Instead, she leaned forward and they kissed for one final time.

When they were done, Emma caressed his cheek with a hand, then turned and walked toward the door.

Reacting instinctively, and maybe a little impulsively, Corey asked the question he had been thinking of from the moment things ended. "Em...will I ever see you again?"

She stopped in the doorway and turned to look at him. "Yes." Emma wanted to say something else but refrained from doing so and instead bit her bottom lip. Then, she finally admitted, "I promise." As her eyes welled up with tears, Emma turned abruptly and walked out the door.

Corey felt a pang of sorrow unlike anything he had experienced since he broke up with a college girlfriend years before. He hadn't even undergone something like this when his wife had left -- that was more anger and resentment, which was replaced with satisfaction once he learned to embrace his newfound freedom.

But now, standing alone in a classroom that seemed sterile and claustrophobic, having nowhere else to go, Corey was a mix of emotions that kept him paralyzed as he tried to process everything that had happened that afternoon. Up to that point, Emma had been just a student -- an attractive student, for sure, but still a student and the daughter of someone he knew fairly well. Corey's face dropped swiftly. "How the hell can I ever look at Brad again," he said to an empty room, his voice echoing off the bare walls.

Truth was, Corey was able to look Brad in the face again and it was easier than he would've imagined. As the days, weeks and months evaporated, the memory of that afternoon with Emma took on a different quality, making it seem more like a dream than reality.

Corey had assumed that Emma would return at some point just to say hello. Many graduating seniors came back during their freshman year of college to visit, especially with Corey who had been their favorite teacher. While many did return, there was never any sight of Emma. He hoped she would make an appearance but as the years passed it became quite obvious that wasn't going to happen.

From time to time, Corey ran into Brad Miller at one of the local watering holes on a Friday or Saturday night. At first he would politely ask about Emma and inquire how college was going for her. Brad was always polite and told him what he knew, which was that Emma was thriving. After a while, it seemed silly to keep asking so Corey stopped. Besides, he needed to move on. It was time, and not just because he had no business with a college girl. He found himself finally ready to have a relationship with someone.

There had been a few women of interest since Emma's departure but nothing serious. As a well-known and well-respected teacher in the community, Corey always had to worry about what he did, where he did it, and who was involved because it seemed everybody had a way of finding out everything.

This knowledge usually kept Corey at a distance from most people. One exception ended up being the mother of another of his students who, coincidentally, he met on a blind date with Brad Miller and his current girlfriend Abby. The date went well enough -- as well as blind dates are concerned -- and they all ended up at Brad's house in an inebriated state. It was there that Corey's date -- Samantha Jennings, mother of Katie Jennings who was a senior in his Psychology class that fall -- suddenly blurted out "I can't wait to fuck you Corey," before jumping up and down like a school girl, declaring, "I'm gonna fuck the most popular teacher in town!"

Brad and Corey exchanged uneasy glances and that ended whatever excitement and expectation Corey might have had for the evening. Luckily, it didn't take long for Samantha to pass out and that was Corey's clue to vacate the scene with both Brad and Abby apologizing profusely for their friend.

After that night, Corey was resolved to just let things go until such time as something meaningful emerged. He wasn't going to force it. He had his career, was making decent money and had just purchased a small, starter home for himself. Life was good. When the time was right, and he met the right person, things would develop. He was ready. Until then, he had teaching and bourbon. That would have to do.

For Emma, college was everything she imagined it would be. She took her studies seriously, but she also had plenty of time to kick back and party. While she never forgot about Corey, she kept focused on where she was and what she was doing. There would be time later, after college, to think about all of that. She hoped he would still be single but, grudgingly, had to admit that might not be the case. Yet, until she heard otherwise from her dad, Emma could continue unworried.

As it was, Emma was pursuing a degree in elementary education to fulfill her ambition of being a Kindergarten teacher. She was also a very active member of the Alpha Xi sorority. In addition, she had been involved in a number of sexual activities since the first semester of her freshman year -- including one wild weekend when no less than six guys pleasured her at one time. That was a memory she would never forget. Ah...pledging! Still, it was her body she gave to them, not her heart. Never her heart.

And so, four years passed by.

Another school year was coming to a close and Mr. Corey Stevens was in his classroom going through the usual end-of-year routine. It was always the same thing. Posters came down off the walls, books were sorted into neat piles inside his office, and there was a general tidying up for the summer. The hallways were largely empty and silent, except for the occasional slamming of a distant locker, which always seemed to caste an eerie countenance upon the place. It was unnatural for a high school to be devoid of activity and students.

Walking down the hall, Emma noticed his classroom door was slightly ajar and the lights were on. Pausing just outside the entrance and hidden from view, she took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves -- her stomach had been in knots all morning and her pulse beat furiously.

When she stepped inside Emma found herself standing in an empty room as Corey was nowhere to be seen. But then there was movement coming from the small office in the back of his classroom. It was really nothing more than an oversized closet but an enormous smile spread across Emma's face as she recollected her last visit and all the fun they had in that wonderful tiny space. Could that really have been four years ago, she wondered.

In many respects, it seemed longer than that when Emma thought about all she had done during that period of time -- people she had met, places she had gone, and all the various experiences she had. Emma was far from the young girl she had been back then. Now, she was certainly a woman with accomplishments of her own and ready to pursue life with eager enthusiasm.

Still, in other respects, there was a part of her that made it feel as though it had only been yesterday when they last saw each other -- the last time she had kissed Corey and held him in her arms. The image was burned into her memory and felt as fresh to Emma as if it had just happened. Her heart beat faster in anticipation of seeing him again.

As Emma stood just inside the doorway, debating whether she should walk to the back or remain where she was, Corey exited the tiny room and stopped dead in his tracks. He stared at her for several seconds, blinking several times as if to test his senses to make sure she wasn't some hallucination. His present mind, consumed with grading final exams and closing shop for the summer, was instantly thrown back to an earlier time and his insides lit up with an excitement he had rarely known.

Emma stood there like something out of a dream. Four years ago she wore yellow, today she was wearing a navy and white mini dress that came down just above her knees. And instead of tan flat sandals with cute little buckles at the ankles, she wore blue close-toed wedge shoes that gave her an added couple inches of height she hardly needed.

Corey thought Emma had never looked more beautiful -- more beautiful, in fact, than anything he had ever seen. A smile slowly spread across Corey's face.

"My God, Em." He spoke in a voice that was hardly louder than a whisper, as if he was speaking more to himself than her. "What a vision you are. I almost thought I was dreaming." They each stood where they were and stared at one another. "I never thought I would see you again."

He called me Em, she thought, her face beaming with delight. Emma took a couple small steps forward, unsure and seemingly unsteady, but as she inched closer to Corey her movements picked up until she rushed forward and into his arms.

Their bodies collided together, arms wrapping around each other as they kissed openly and wantonly.

When they finally unlocked their lips, Emma began to cover Corey's face with kisses. "Oh, God," she began as her mouth moved from his cheeks down to graze his neck. "I've missed you so much." Emma's moist lips continued to sprinkle his neck, ear, chin and lips once more where his open mouth was waiting for her tongue.

After some time, with Emma pulled tightly against him where she could feel his manhood pressing against her, Corey asked, "Why did you never come back to visit? It's been four years!"

She had no good answer for that and had hoped Corey wouldn't mention it. Now, Emma realized just how foolish a thing that was to expect. After what they had done together, so meaningful for both of them, the least she could have done was come back to see him. She knew that now but offered the only explanation she could think of in her defense.

"I couldn't. I...I don't know. I guess I was being foolish and certainly immature. I'm sorry." Her lips moved in for an encore. She was here now and kissing him passionately while her heart -- and her pussy -- yearned for more. Demanded more! That would have to suffice.

When they separated, Corey reached out to take hold of Emma's hands as he sat on the edge of one of the many desks that lined his classroom. She moved in between his legs and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I wanted to come see you. I really did." Her bright blue eyes brimmed with tears. There was hardly any doubt she was being sincere. "I...just couldn't. I was graduating with four years of college in front of me. I couldn't let my emotions...my heart...get the better of me."

Corey sat patiently and listened to all Emma had to say. Truthfully, what difference did any of it make? It was done and over and the important thing was that she was here now. He brought one of her soft, delicate hands up to his face and kissed it.

"It's ok. Honestly." And it was, he knew it. "It's probably best that you didn't come to visit because I might never have let you go." He smiled at her and Emma's heart melted. She leaned in and they resumed their kissing, more urgently than before.

Despite everything Corey had been through in life, regardless of his ups and downs, an ex-wife and the failure to find a romantic or committed partner, it all evaporated like morning dew in the sunlight. This moment was what mattered now. Not the past.

For Emma, she had gone to college and come back to reconnect with the only man she had ever truly loved. It was easy to give her heart to Corey -- it had always been easy. Now, done with college, she had every intention of pursuing a relationship with this man. He was "the one," at least the one for her, and there had never been any doubt about that for Emma. Now, she was eager to begin the rest of her life with him.

For the time being, she pulled Corey up from his seated position and led him into the tiny closet that served as his office. They had some business to attend to, and Emma was eager to begin that immediately.

For the next year, Corey and Emma enjoyed a wonderful courtship that allowed them to really get to know one another and become familiar with each other in every way. It also allowed Brad Miller some time to come to terms with their situation. In the end, seeing his baby girl completely happy was enough to convince him it was a perfect match. Besides, he liked Corey and thought the 15-year difference in their age was irrelevant. The way they looked at each other and the easy manner in which they interacted and communicated was enough to prove what many people always said about age -- it's just a number.

In the summer of the following year, Corey and Emma were married in a wonderful ceremony before spending a month in Hawaii for their honeymoon. They eventually became the proud parents of three, two boys and a girl, and Emma became a Kindergarten teacher in the same school district as Corey. They would move a couple times before finally settling into a very spacious 5 bedroom house in an upscale part of town where they raised a family and spent many wonderful years together.

And, on occasion, Emma would swing by the high school where Corey continued to teach -- locking themselves in his back office to relive and repeat their first sexual encounter. No matter how they aged or how many kids they had, Emma and Corey remained mutually attracted to one another and got a big kick out of fucking in that tiny space in the back of his classroom -- just because they could. It was nice to go through life with a partner who was so clearly meant to be with you.