It wasn’t like it was a lie well just a small one. I took my books with me. I knew that I wasn’t planning on studying. How could I with that handsome hot teacher within reach and close to me. I raced out of my house panties wet with anticipation with books in my backpack.When I reached the sidewalk standing in front of his large white painted two story house and the generous porch with the rocking chairs, I stepped up each step thinking that I could turn around if I wanted to, but I didn’t want to. I had fanaticized about Mr. Logan since he walked into the class with his tall sexy athletic body. He had to have been just out of graduate school and maybe a jock when he was younger. That would make him almost thirty. I didn’t care, I liked older men. And I wanted this older man but I wasn’t going to flash my bare openings to him in class. He wasn’t interested in girls like that I told myself. He knew right off that those girls would sleep with anyone.And he knew I was a virgin, and no boy had forced his cock into my small opening.
