I Love Mr. P.

This is a work of fiction. It involves sexual acts between underage persons and adults. If this offends you, leave now. If you are still here, enjoy. I would greatly appreciate any and all comments about the story, love it or hate it. I will only get better through the help of others.

I <3 Mr. P. (Mf, Teacher/student, Watersports) by Scott Winslow

My name is Craig Peluchette. My students, though, call me Mr. P. I believe that everyone has a calling. There is something that every person is meant to do, the reason they were put on this Earth. Everything in your life pushes you toward this goal. For me, I believe this goal was teaching. It was all I ever wanted to do, and if I do say so myself, Im pretty good at it. There were really two reasons I always wanted to teach. he first reason ad to do with my love of history. When I was in middle school
I had great teachers that taught me to love history. If not for their passion of the subject, I would never have learned to love it myself. So that is what I wanted to do. To be able to teach kids to love history as much as I did. The other reason I wanted to be a teacher is far simpler. In fact I can sum it up in one word. Girls.
What can I say? You can call me whatever you want, perv, sicko. It’s probably all true. But just like we were all put here on this Earth to do something special, we can not change who we are. I know, I’ve tried. But I just can’t help myself. So I wanted an opportunity to get my fill of these young, innocent creatures without doing anything that could land my ass in jail. So I became a teacher.
Four years after graduating college, however, I was still just a substitute. Apparently I was not the only one who wanted to be a history teacher. Subbing barely paid the bills though. So when I heard of a position at a school down state, I took the job. It was eighth grade, state history. It meant moving to a place and a school I had never been to before, but I was up to the challenge.
I got to the school a few days before students were scheduled to arrive. I was given a tour of the building by a fellow teacher, Miss Schafer. She taught math in the room right next to mine. She was attractive and youthful. I learned that she was only one year out of college. Math positions are much easier to come by apparently. I let her lead me all around the large school, often times catching myself staring too long at her back side as she walked in front of me. As attractive as she was, though, she was a bit old for my tastes. I reminded myself about all the girls I would get to see in a few days, but decided Miss Schafer was a welcome distraction in the mean time.
The day before school was to start I got my room ready. I had already gotten my lessons mapped out and was ready for teaching, my room however was not. The janitor came in early the day before school and said that I was going to get all new desks. I helped him carry the tables that had been in the room out and when he asked how I wanted the new desks set up I was not sure at first. I decided to just set them up in rows to start with and move them later it I wanted. So we set them up in five rows of six desks. I was also given a podium and placed this in front of the room. From this vantage point I would have a great view of all the students in my class.
I was more than a bit nervous though on that first day of school. That first bell rang and students started filing in. I tried my best to be friendly and personable with all the students. My nature has always been to be as friendly as possible with the students. Some would say I am too nice, and that I should do more to distinguish the line between teacher and student, but my thoughts were always that if the students liked you they wouldn’t goof off and misbehave as much. Although these students had never met me before, by the end of the first class I could already tell that most of them liked me. I did notice there were several very attractive young ladies in this class. When the bell rang to end the first period, I started thinking that I was really going to enjoy this school.
As the day went and more periods came and went I was really getting to like my job. I had already met several girls who were not only very sexy, but also seemed to have little middle school crushes on me. I loved it when girls like this flirted with me in school. I got so turned on thinking about how naughty it was to be thinking the things I thought about them.
I had one period to go before lunch. The kids filed in as usual and I started taking role. There were a few cute girls in this class, but no one too special. Early in the role though I found a problem. There seemed to be a girl missing. It seemed odd to me that someone would be missing on the first day of school, but I did not think too much of it and continued on. I had already passed out the class syllabus and text books and was going over the class rules when the door opened. I turned to see who it was coming in my class and standing in the doorway, looking out of breath and disheveled was one of the cutest girls I had seen all that day. She was short, I’d say maybe a few inches under 5 foot. She was thin, but fit and muscular. She had short brown hair that had a few streaks of lighter red in a few spots. She had small pink lips and large round brown eyes. Her skin looked soft and nicely tanned. As I looked down her body, she wore a tight t-shirt that showed off a set of lovely breasts. They were round and very shapely, but not too big for her body. She also wore a short denim skirt. Her legs were long and muscular. She wore sandals on her feet and her toes were painted bright pink to match her shirt. Then she smiled at me.
“Is this room 213” she asked?
“Yes it is” I replied.
“Oh then you must be Mr. Pela… Mr. Pelu…”
“Mr. P. works” I said “and I’m guessing you are Alexis Ashby.”
“Yes, Mr. P. You can call me Lexi. I just moved to the school, I’m still learning my way around” she said as I indicated where she was to sit. Due to her last name and alphabetical seating she was sitting in the front row, right in front of me.
“I’m new here too,” I said. “We can learn our way together”
She smiled at me again and for a second I felt a little spark between us. Maybe I was just imagining things, but it felt amazing. Then the bell rang and the students filed out again. I asked Lexi to hang around for a second to get a syllabus and text book.
“Do you know where you are going now?” I asked
“Lunch” she answered. “I know I have lunch, and I think I know where the cafeteria is.”
Not ready to let this girl go just yet I replied “I’ll walk down with you so you don’t get lost again. How’s that sound?”
“Sounds great!” She said excitedly.
So I walked with her to the cafeteria. As we walked through a few doors, I held them open for her to walk through. As she passed me I couldn’t help myself. I looked down at her rear end. It looked amazing. Round, but it also looked nice and firm. How I wanted to touch it, but I knew I couldn’t. Before I knew it we were at the cafeteria. She gave me quick thanks and went along her way to get lunch. I noticed as I walked away that she sat by herself at a table. I remember hoping she finds some friends soon. I was also thinking something much more deviant. This girl was just my type. She had the perfect body and seemed to like me a lot. On top of that she was wearing a skirt. There was always something about the way girls looked in skirts that drove me crazy. Maybe it was the idea of seeing up them, which I was able to do on a few occasions. With Lexi’s position in the class, I walked away hoping she dressed like she was today all the time, and that I could possibly have a chance of seeing what treasures were up her skirt as well.

***

My hopes for the school year were mostly coming true. Things were going great in class. I was making friends with the other teachers and I seemed to really be having an impact on the students. And my hopes for Lexi were also going well. She did in fact wear skirts to school on most days. I had not, up to this point, been able to actually get a peek up under her skirt, but I had gotten very close on several occasions. She seemed to always sit slouched down in her desk, with her legs slightly spread. It was almost like she was teasing me, almost letting me see, but then not quite. It was very frustrating, but also very exciting. Lexi and I also started getting closer. Often times, after class, she would hang out in my classroom for a few minutes before going off to lunch. We would talk and chit-chat. I loved these little moments. We did not talk like teacher and student, but more like two friends. On one day, Lexi seemed to be hanging out a little longer than usual. Now I didn’t mind, she could stay all day for all I cared, but I still thought maybe she should get lunch. So I mentioned this to her.
“Shouldn’t you get to lunch?” I said.
“Oh umm no, it’s ok” She answered.
“Not hungry? Won’t your friends miss you?”
“No, I’m ok. And my best friend is right here” she said.
“Oh Lexi,” I said. “I’m sure you have found some other friends by now, and if not you will. But you need to go to lunch before you get in trouble.”
Reluctantly she got up and left the room. “Bye Mr. P.” she said. “Thanks” she added, and then gave me a little hug. It felt so good to be that close to her, to be able to touch her. She smelled unbelievably sexy. She let go and went off to lunch leaving me there with just my fantasies.

***
The hug between Lexi and I took place on a Friday, meaning I had all weekend to think about these events. My mind raced all weekend. Did she feel the same way I did about that hug? Was she as infatuated with me as I was with her? Was I crazy t be thinking these things?
Finally it was Monday. It started like any other Monday, long and tiring. Then came Lexi’s class. The students came in to the room and had seats, just like any other day, then came Lexi. She came in and sat as usual, but there was something different today. I do not know what it was, maybe her skirt was just a little shorter today than usual, maybe she was slouching more than usual, maybe her legs were a little wider than usual. What ever the reason was I didn’t really care because as I started teaching I looked over at Lexi as I always did and sure enough I could see right up between her tan thighs and could see her crotch.
I was shocked silent for a moment, but finally regained my composure and continued teaching. As the class went on though, I found it harder and harder to look anywhere but up Lexi’s skirt. She was wearing a pair of dark blue satin panties over her mound. The material pulled tight over her slit. There were adorable lighter blue swirls and white clouds all over them. I remember thinking it was the greatest sight I had ever seen. I had to spend most of the period behind my podium because I had grown extremely hard in my pants from this sight.
Unfortunately class did eventually end. Lexi was, as usual, the last to rise from her seat. When she did finally get up and I couldn’t see the beautiful sight under her skirt anymore, she said to me “Did you have a good class Mr. P.?”
“Yes I did Lexi” I responded.
“Me too” she said and left to go to lunch. I watched her butt as she walked away. I could imagine the way it would look covered by her blue satin panties. I sat at my desk over my lunch period, stroking myself through my pants, thinking about the wonderful day I had had, and wondering what tomorrow would bring.

***

Tomorrow brought me another wonderful day. It started much the same as the day before. Kids come in, there was Lexi, and she sat and spread her legs.