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Bruno’s POV
I want her.
I watched as she moved her pen across the page, taking down the questions I had just put up on the board. The way her hand gripped the pen really does things to me.
I’ve had an eye for her since the first time I watched her walk into my class. I know how fucked up it is but I just can’t help myself. I wish I just didn’t act like a complete fool in front of her every time she talks to me or even just looks my way.
I sit at my desk, with my head resting in the palm of my hands, watching her.
I wonder if she’s a vi-
“Mr Madrigal? I don’t understand the third question?”
The sudden voice from the front of the class startled me out of my daze.
“Uh, yes, that one is a bit of a trickier one, you would like me to do it up on the board?” I asked, standing from my desk.
The student nodded.
I looked back over at her.
Shit, she’s watching too!
As I make my way over to the board, I trip over my feet a few times. I can’t even stand to look back at her now. I fumble while picking up the whiteboard pen, almost dropping it in the process. After writing up a few helpful tips to get through the question, I turn back around to see all the students looking back down at their papers. Expect her. She has her pen resting on her bottom lip as she pouted, looking confused.
Fuck.
Any good teacher would have seen this and approached them asking if they needed help. But that’s exactly what I’m not. I can’t go over there and end up looking like an idiot in front of her. Before I can get back to my desk, I watch as she raises her hand.
I’m fucked.
Walking down the rows of desks I focus on trying not to bump into anything or trip. I stop beside hers. The way she looked up at me made my heart stopped. Her glowing eyes looked into mine with a nervous smile.
“I don’t really understand,” she whispered.
Her voice. What I’d give for her to moan my name.
“U-um. What is it you’re having trouble with?” I stuttered out.
Can’t I just talk like a normal person in front of her! Pull Yourself together, you’re a Madrigal for fuck's sake!
“I don’t understand where to use the formula,” she said, looking almost ashamed.
“That’s okay, uh, do you have a spare paper?” I asked, as confidently as possible.
She grabbed an additional paper from her book and handed it over to me, along with her pen. I had to bend down slightly to be in proper reach of the paper. At that moment, her hand slightly touched mine. As insignificant as that would be to many, it was a huge deal for me. I felt as my face began to heat up. Embarrassed, I tilt my head down as much as I could. I couldn’t look at her, not now.
I quickly write out the formula and the process in how it would be used.
“Does-s that help a bit”.
She looked back up at me with a smile on her face. She is so close
I wish I could just kiss her right now.
I push that thought out of my head before I could let it get any further.
“Yes, thank you, sir,” she said, cheerfully.
S-sir? Did she just call me sir?
I quickly stand up straight before nodding and quickly rushing back to my desk before my boner could make itself known. I sighed, relieved I got to my desk before anyone could spot my raging hard-on. It was quite uncomfortable though. I had to fiddle with adjusting the position of my pants a couple of times.
I just hope this class would just end already so I can deal with this!
But no, just my luck. The class wouldn’t end for another 35 minutes.
Great, what am I meant to do now?!
I had to push the thought out of my head.
I have to stop thinking about the fact that she just called me sir…I am really bad at this.
I couldn’t help it, I just couldn’t help it. The way she said sir should not have turned me on like that. There was nothing inherently sexual about it. It’s a completely normal title for a man like myself. Plenty of my students before called me the sir. Why is this any different?
Because it’s her. The way the word just so easily rolled off her tongue. It was like magic.
All the blood in my body rushed to my dick.
Fuck me.
I sigh while dragging my hands through my curls. This is torture.
“Please, sir! I need you,” she would whimper.
“Tell me what exactly you need from me, mi Vida,” I would ask back, wanting her to beg.
A desperate whine would leave her throat.
“Come on, use your words, I know you can do that”.
“Please, I need you to fuck me, sir!! I need you in me!” She would cry.
“That’s more like it”.
Just as it was getting good, the movement of my students packing up pulled me out of my vivid imagination. I look up at the clock on the wall.
Had I really been daydreaming about her for 30 minutes?
“If there are any questions you have about today's lesson, don’t be afraid to email me,” I said, as the students made their way out of my classroom.
I watch as she walked out of the class, saying a little ‘thank you’ with a smile before leaving.
She has no idea what she does to me.
⌛
“F-uck!” I moaned.
The second I had gotten home and to my room, I removed my pants almost immediately and grabbed at my cock, stroking it at an incredibly slow pace.
I imagined her on top of me, grinding her cunt along my dick. She’d be doing it slowly while looking at me with half-closed eyes. Her breath would be slow and heavy, trying to stop herself from moaning.
I couldn’t stop myself from becoming a moaning mess at the thought of her rubbing herself against me. I spread the precum down my cock, pretending it was her slickness on me.
She would then lift herself up before positioning my cock at her entrance before sinking down onto me, letting out a desperate whine. She’d sit there for a while with her eyes closed, trying to process how good this would feel. I would tell her how beautiful she looked before grabbing onto her hips, but still letting her take charge.
I started to go a little faster with my stroking, just how she would.
“Shit, just like that,” I whispered, closing my eyes and resting my head back into my pillow.
Her moans and mine would fill the room along with the sound of our skin slapping against each other. She’d lean down to rest her forehead on mine and I’d bring her closer to kiss her soft lips.
I was so close now. I felt my cock start to twitch in my hand, but I didn’t want to finish, it’s too soon, but I didn’t stop. My cum spilled out into my hand, dirtying the blankets beneath me at the same time.
“Damnit”.
I take a tissue from my bedside table, wiping my hand before grabbing my blanket and taking it to the laundry. After disposing of my blanket in the washing machine, I processed to the bathroom to have a shower.
Upon getting out, I can’t even look at myself in the mirror. I could already see the grey hairs and feel the wrinkles on my skin. I’m old, what would someone like her see in someone like me.
As I reach my bedroom again, I lay on my bed and try to sleep. Even though the night was cold, I didn’t bother to grab a new blanket, I didn’t deserve one. Sleeping wasn’t easy that night, not without her racing through my head.
“This is gonna be a long night”.