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I heard a door open and close followed by footsteps that I assumed to be Helen. I stood up and turned around to see Helen in nothing but a smile. "I may have lied about why I wanted you here, Mr. Johnson." She said.

My eyes couldn't help but wander over her slim frame. From her small B cup breasts, to her beautiful hairy pussy to her long slender legs. If my boner earlier was easy to see, then even a blind person could see the one I'm sporting now. I tried to speak, to protest, but my throat was dry not to mention I was completely dumbfounded. "Helen?" Was all I could manage.

She walked over to me, her boobs having a slight jiggle as she did. "I wasn't sure if you had feelings for me, but once I saw your...boner earlier, I knew that you did. Mr. Johnson, I love you. I truly do. I'm not sure if you caught me glancing at you during classes, but I was. I trust you and I want you to be the one to take my virginity." She confessed.

"Helen...I honestly do, I really do want to...take your virginity. But I can't, I could get fired for having sex with a student. I could get run out of town and never get another teaching job again." I told her rubbing the back of my head out of stress, trying not to look at her nudity.

"Please, Mr. Johnson. I won't tell anyone. It will be our little secret. I'm eighteen now. I'm consenting!" She begged. "If not, then please take pictures of me nude. I just....I just want to please you, Mr. Johnson. Please make that my birthday gift." Tears were starting to form in her eyes.