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I’m horny, aren’t you?

   You know that queasy tingle you get in your stomach whenever you’re around someone you like? No? Well, it makes you go crazily nervous and not to mention horny as fuck. Well, that’s how I feel anyway. It’s a feeling that I can’t control. At least I have an excuse for it, though, since I’m a teenager and I always seem to be craving something or having random mood swings all the time. 
   “Anyway, I’ve been having this queasy feeling in my stomach every time I’m around someone I like,” I whisper to Mr. Brooke. I was only telling him this because I’ve known him since I was in fifth grade. I trust him enough to tell him anything I might be having problems with. Besides, he knows my parents perfectly well and I have a class with him. “And I can’t control it,” I choke. My nipples harden every time I think of sex and my whole body gets goosebumps. Just like it was getting them right now. 
  “You’re a teenager. It’s perfectly normal,” he writes the objectives of the class on the white board, not looking at me. I knew this made him feel uncomfortable. To be honest, it made ME feel uncomfortable to talk about it. But he offered to help me with whatever I needed and this was something I needed help with.
  “I get goosebumps,” I mumble. He looks at me then. His eyes take in my arms, legs, chest. I saw this as something normal. Well, at the moment anyway. He was just checking, right? I closed my legs, shifting uncomfortably under his heavy, calculating gaze. I looked at his brown-hazel eyes, noticing how round his eyes were and how perfect the squared contour of his face was. The round chin made him look so much better and those peachy, puffy lips of his were to die for. I sighed before I gulped. “Again, it’s perfectly normal. Unless you’ve had sex with anyone, which you shouldn’t be having in the first place.” 
  I stay silent. I almost HAD sex with someone once. But it was more because he kept insisting and me, having no power of will, almost submitted to that guy’s (ex boyfriend) constant groping.
   I quickly notice how Mr. Brooke was looking at me through his eyeslashes. “Tell me you haven’t had sex with anyone,” he turns so we’re both facing each other. He was worried—a good thing, I guess. I swallow the huge lump that had formed in my throat, smiling unevenly and nervously. 
  “‘Course not.” I take in a deep breath. All the nerves in my body were going off. I was tingling all over and throbbing with arousal—specially my breast and my pelvis. “But I almost did. I’m too submissive,” I admit. This seems to make him pause and think about it. Was it me or was he nervous? 
  My eyes took in his tall, straight posture. The well-toned arms that seemed to be too big for that long-sleeved work shirt he wore. His khakis were a perfect fit, though. That I loved. “You’re amazing,” I whisper too low for him to hear. 
  “Huh?” 
  “Nothing.” 
  He looks at me weirdly. And I smile, genuinely. My breathing was becoming too erratic; too uneven. I was freaking out. I could feel my face expression breaking into a terrible, worried frown. 
  Oh, god, I was having a panic attack. Immediately, he notices this. I look at the door to see if it was open but I remembered that I had locked it and pulled down the blinds when I came into his classroom earlier. “I don’t want to feel this way anymore,” I whisper, feeling my eyes getting wet and going wide as I stared at him. “It’s too horrible,” I say. 
  “Shhh,” he grabs my hand and brings me in for a hug. My arms lay flat on his hard, yet comfortable chest as I lay my head there. “You’ll be okay. It’ll pass,” but it wouldn’t pass. At least not until I got what I needed. He holds the back of my head and takes in a deep breath, kissing the top of my head. I cried for a bit as he kept comforting me. I was scared of these feelings. I felt dirty but I liked it too much to make them stop. I was afraid that if I didn’t get SOME sort of comfort soon, I wouldn’t be able to control myself afterwards and probably do something stupid like fuck the next guy who appeared in front of me. I guess that’s what I did, in a way, later on.
  I was about to pull away, feeling better, when I noticed something quite odd. With his free hand, he was making small circles on the uncovered part of my back—the lower part—and he was caressing my hair with the other one. It felt nice. I couldn’t deny that. Heck, it felt amazing but that wasn’t the only thing I felt, though. I felt something poking my stomach. Something hard but soft at the same time. I quickly pulled away from him after that, blushing uncontrollably. 
  “I shoul-… Umm..I should go. You’re not making this any better,” I mumble, not meeting his gaze. “Thanks,” I grabbed my purse quickly, forgetting my jacket in the process, and left out the door. I stormed past all the freshman on the floor without looking back. Had I done that? Me? Why didn’t I confront him about it? I liked him, so why didn’t I? 
  Oh, right. Part of me remembered that he was married with a daughter. That was the sane part of me. But the other part didn’t give a fuck, the other part just wanted to fuck every hot guy that got in front of me.That was the part that wasn’t so sane. I guess those were my hormones. 
  I quickly make my way down to the first floor and into the parking area. I spot my Prius and get in, immediately turning on the ignition before pulling out of the school parking lot. My phone begins to go off as soon as I was as far away as I could get from the school. I take my phone out and set it to silent mode, already knowing who it is. 
 

  I go into my house. I had decided to just skip the whole school day. It wouldn’t affect my record, so it was okay. I lay down on the leather sofa, looking up at the ceiling in the process. I felt weird and dirty, still. I wondered how HE had felt.
   Ugh. Just remembering what happened made me tingle with arousal all over. My whole body felt weird, like jelly. Was this how every girl felt? I doubted it. Without knowing it, my hand had slipped down into my shorts as well as my panties. I was wet—really, REALLY wet. I let my middle finger stimulate my clitoris. Almost immediately I felt like smiling and closing my eyes in pleasure. It felt good. It felt real good. I sighed as it began to tickle but the sense of pleasure was still there. The small nub grew a bit bigger, making me gasp as I stimulated it.

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