It was early December when I came home from College. UCT first year felt more of a transitional period for me, making new friends, adjusting to living with a roommate, learning my way around the school and getting to classes on time.

The subjects weren’t that hard yet, but the following year would require effort so I was intent on enjoying my holiday. I’ve always been a good student, my step dad sat on the school board attending financial AGMs and my mom more the socialite. Involved in parent teacher associations and any event she could get her hands on when she wasn’t working her regular day job.

This year a pre-Christmas party was to be held at our place to get friends and colleagues together. I always hated them but my mom insisted I join because it would look better if the family was portrayed whole. Even though I always preferred being alone, especially after my parents’ divorce. I was also ever so happy to be going to college after my mom had my little brother with her new husband, he’s turning 8 soon and will be going to grade 3 next year. He’s so annoying, a proper spoilt little brat.

I phoned up some of my friends and spent the next two weeks hanging out and catching up with them. Went to some parties, spent some days at the pool at my place. Even had movie nights and sleepovers with my girlfriends, but no particular significant other just yet. I didn’t have time for any relationships the past year, and the boys from high school never really interested me much, except for Jacques Keen, but he moved towns in our senior year, the view was never the same.

The best part about summer is the warmth, the sun that refreshes your soul and browns your skin until you’re glowing from the inside out. Shopping for sexy beachwear and sandals. Lying by the pool reading a novel and having an afternoon nap and waking up refreshed. Showering and getting ready for a night out on the town and putting on your best. OH NO, I had done just that, I spent most of the day helping to set up and prepare foods and décor for the Christmas Party. Swam some laps, lay in the sun, went to my room.. and I overslept! I had an hour before people started arriving.

I climbed off the bed and caught my reflection in my long-tilted mirror. My hair all messy but so alluring, long silky brown with natural lighter highlights from the sun. I stopped to see how my tan was coming along. My skin looked so healthy against my deep crimson red strappy bikini I bought at Roxies the other day with Tammy.

I moved the top aside, exposing my full firm breasts and could see the distinct change in dark to the light on my boobs. I then moved my hands down to my bikini bottom, two straps on each side holding the bottom together. I put my fingers in both sides and struck a pose, pulling one side a bit lower. Looking at my strappy tan lines and moving my arms in closer to squeeze my boobs closer together, so full, I was turning myself on. But enough, I must go shower.

I grabbed my towel and walked down the hallway, the bathroom door was closed. I shouted to my brother that if he was in there he had to hurry up so I could shower. I stood there impatiently with one arm leaning against the wall above me and the other on my hip. The door flew open, it was not my brother!

Before me stood a tall beautiful man, oh my…, I immediately dropped my stance and apologised feeling embarrassed. He looked like he had just seen a ghost, looking me up and down. Speechless, my nipples immediately went hard and he fumbled words together and said ‘not at all, it’s my fault’. I dropped by earlier to meet with Mr Thompson (my step dad) before the party started.

We both hesitated, each taking a step forward to make our way past each other. We sheepishly smiled and he took a step back and let me go first. I walked past him into the bathroom and said thank you. I could sense he found me attractive and as he pulled the door closed I could feel him taking once last look at my near naked body. It felt like my skin was on fire.

I showered, put my towel on and peeked out the door. The hallway was clear so I made a dash for my room and got ready. I did my hair and makeup, put on a little black dress with matching stiletto’s.

After I heard the doorbell ringing I took a deep breathe and walked into the foyer dining area. I could see my mom opening the door and greeting the guests with overwhelming cheer. Always the life of the party. She told the guests they could help themselves to drinks outside by the pool where they will find the other guests. I asked if she needed my help with anything and she said yes, go make small talk with the guests until everyone else gets here. The crowd is still small and I don’t want anyone feeling uncomfortable.

I stepped out onto the patio and saw a few people mingling so I went over and said hello. We all introduced ourselves and got talking. One lady, a teacher from Durban and the other a wife of one. She said they had just moved to town so I gave her some tips and told her where to go to get certain things she liked, which wasn’t too difficult as she seemed very plain and ordinary, she didn’t even wear make-up.

Just then I saw my step-dad walk outside and right behind him was the man I bumped into at the bathroom. He walked up to us, his stride perfect and confident and the woman I’d been speaking to said hello Honey. I’d like you to meet Mr Thompsons daughter, Jennifer. I looked at him and smiled again. He came forward and shook my hand, stating his name, Mark. I said nice to meet you… What brings the both of you here?

He explained that he was a school teacher for various grades and that his wife was transferred to JHB for business and that since his line of work is more flexible than hers he quit his job and would be looking for a new one here. Turns out she worked at the same firm as my mother and she would be the new head of corporate tax after one of the other ladies retired.

It all sounded very interesting but I could feel myself being distracted by the way he stood with his hands in his pockets, his white sleeves rolled up. He had amazing forearms. I heard my name, it was Tammy. I waved and turned to the couple and said it was lovely meeting the both of you, please have a lovely evening and all the best in finding work Mr... 'Mr Smith' he said, and off I went to go chat to Tammy whom I’d invited to keep me company throughout the what would normally be a boring event. I was so grateful she pitched up when she did.

As the night progressed everyone had a wonderful time. I gazed over at Mark a few times when he wasn’t looking, not making it obvious to anyone. I found him extremely handsome and had never experienced such a physically instinctive shock as I had earlier. This time he caught my gaze and I looked away, shit.

The night came to a close and we said goodbye to everyone one by one. Eventually they said goodnight and he was ever the gentleman not letting on that he caught me staring at him.

I had a yearning in my lower abdomen. One I hadn’t had since being home. A burning sensation, I said goodnight and went to my room and locked the door. I closed my curtains and again stood before my mirror. My eyes filled with lust.

I unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. I stood there looking at myself in just my underwear and heels and I could feel myself getting wet again. I unclipped my bra, revealing my perfect tits and cupped them in both hands, then opening my hands and rolling both my nipples gently will my hands taught and flat. My panties were wet.

I took my underwear off and I could see my juices stuck to my panties. Eventually breaking free. I took my pillow and dragged it to the corner of my bed, putting both legs either side of the bed corners allowing me good leverage. I imagined Mr Smith lying on the bed underneath me. I leaned over and balanced on the bed, moving the pillow slightly upwards and taking my one hand I put it on the bed by my pussy and began fingering myself.

I kept my hand still in one place on the bed and moved back and forth, pretending it was Marks penis I was riding. And the pillow that was positioned just a bit higher at chest height was there to rest and rub my nipples against. I imagined him playing with my nipples while I fucked him. I started grinding my hand so hard the bed corner was lowering with my every thrust until eventually I came and slipped backward off the bed onto my knees on the floor. I lay on my side and continued to stroke myself until I came a 2nd time. Eventually I got up and went to bed.

I was horny for the rest of the week thinking of him but I got busy and found other distractions.

We were now well into January and I would be leaving to go back to college within the week. My mother asked one last favour of me before I left and that was that she had a very important appointment she and my step dad could not miss and that it was the parent teacher evening at the school where the parents meet the new teacher for the year.

Children remain at home so she had organised a baby sitter for him. She had already been to his last 2 years’ introductions and knew the drill so didn’t feel too bad sending me. I didn’t really have a choice, she said someone had to pitch on the family’s behalf and so I went. Without even bothering to dress up, just jeans, takkies, hair in a high ponytail and a jacket I grabbed on the way out.

I took a seat at the back of the class and people started pouring in until all the chairs were full. The teacher walked in, it was Mr Smith. I couldn’t believe it, I wanted to hide. I felt anxious and was worried he’d recognize me and see that I was nervous. I found myself clutching at the desk seat.

He introduced himself and started explaining to everyone the syllabus for the year. School rules and such, his grammar was impeccable and he was very confident in a crowd, then he saw me and I could see he looked startled. He forgot his words, but quickly found his feet and made a joke at his own expense. No one noticed a thing. I knew then that he for sure felt the same. His face went red not from embarrassment, but something else was bothering him.

I pretended to pay no notice, keeping my head down and listening. The meeting was over and everyone left from the front rows first to the back, having a few words with him on the way out. Finally I was the last person to leave. 'How stupid was I to pick the back row'… I said, ‘well this is a surprise’ and he said ‘yes, that’s why I met with your step dad about a post at the school. 'Didn’t your parents tell you?’

'No’, I said,.‘ Well I’m glad you’ve both settled then. I’ll be going back to varsity at the end of the week, maybe I’ll see you at next year’s party?’ Suddenly there was a strong gush of wind through the windows and the door slammed shut. I got such a fright, the tension in the room was growing or was it just me????

He went over to close the windows, as he reached up, in the same white shirt with folded sleeves I stared at him in awe. Strong forearms, perfect hard arse, it was almost paralysing and I told myself to snap out of it and walk out, but before I could he turned around and saw me looking at him which was now the front of him. I looked back up at his face, he could see the lust on my face. I couldn’t hide it.

I felt my body going hot and numb as he approached me. I said ‘I think I should leave,’ he said ‘it’d be best if you did’ with a grin that quickly turned to a jaw clench. I wasn’t sure if he really wanted me to go, plus he was married.

I reached out and touched him on his arm, stroked the hair on his forearm. I was breathing heavily as he came closer his breathe matching mine. He put his hands on my shoulders and ran them all the way down my arms, taking my hands in his. Then letting them go and caressing my arse until finally gripping me and raising me up. I put my legs around him and he walked me over to his desk and sat me down on top of it. We exchanged a kiss while brushing faces, but I could see the hesitancy from his side as he hung his head down in front of me as if trying to talk himself out of it.

While he was doing that, his head was in line with my breasts. I felt my upper body shift toward him. He looked up to see my chest so near. He looked me in the eyes not saying a word and not kissing me. I put my hand up to my jacket zipper and pulled it down.

I hadn’t bothered to dress up so all I had on underneath was a tight sheen camisole and no bra. He couldn’t, he bit one of my nipples, then grabbed the other. I moaned with pleasure. I loved watching him fondle my tits with such desperation. He pulled my top down and began sucking on my nipples. I went for his pants and unzipped them and took his large cock into my hands and said ‘I Want You SO Bad’.

He ripped my pants off and slowly licked my clit. He moaned. I could tell he was headed to a place of no return. I pulled him up because I knew the school would have to be locked up soon. He pulled me closer and I positioned his dick for entry. He took his dick and pressed it against my clit, still moist from him licking me and so swollen.

I could feel every brush, every breeze. He was teasing me so badly, then he left it by the entrance and kissed me while playing with my nipples again. I felt his hands around my hips and he pulled me close to him while thrusting hard at the same time. He had finally entered me, it felt amazing. I lay back on the table which was the perfect height for him to grind my clit. He did this while holding my shoulder with one hand and playing with my nipples with the other.

He owned me, and I could think of nothing else than his dick I’ve been wanting to taste since the night of the party. He started moaning ‘Oh Yes, fuck you’re beautiful’. I started screaming without even realising it. I was so caught up in the moment. I told him to fuck me hard, eventually with all my bucking he had picked me up off the desk and I was riding him in mid-air as he held me up, ‘fuck yeah, aaah yes. I need your big cock, I just want to fuck you all night’…I was closing my arms around his neck, pushing my tits in his face… We came at the same time. He put me back on the desk when his knees went weak. I just lay there.

I went back to college. We still chat on WhatsApp. I can’t wait for the next Christmas Party, this time I won’t have to wait.