Diana Arrives At The Weavers

The doorbell rang at precisely six O'clock. Mr. Weaver answered it in his jeans and a plaid lumberjack shirt, beer in hand. "You must be Diana." he said motioning for her to step inside.

"You had me in your class last semester." Diana said as she took off her coat, revealing a simple peach colored tee shirt and jean shorts.

"That's right! I remember now." he said with a smile. Yes he remembered her from last semester. Definitely not Harvard material, but he remembered wondering what she looked like without any clothes. Well. tonight he was going to find out. Indicating that she should sit on the couch, he said, "Make yourself comfortable."

Sitting beside her on the leather sectional, he said, "I assume Brenda filled you in?"

"Filled me in? Oh yeah. She said you like to take charge." Diana uncrossed her long, freckled legs. "She said you like redheads."

"That's very true. On both counts." He reached out and grabbed Diana's hair, pulling her to him and kissing her hard, almost forcing his tongue into her mouth. Taken aback by the suddenness of the teachers actions, she resisted for a second, opening her mouth and sucking on his tongue.

He broke the kiss, letting go of her hair at the same time. "You don't waste any time, do you Mr. Weaver?"

"No, I don't. And call me Keith. Considering what we're about to do, Mr. Weaver is way too formal. Stand up and strip for me." Diana stood and peeled off her tee shirt. Her bra-less breasts exposed to the cool air in the house made her puffy nipples protrude and stiffen. "Those look delicious." he said, "Keep going." She turned her back, bent over and removed the jean shorts, wiggling her ass in his direction. "Turn."

Diana turned, standing directly in front of the teacher, her coral colored panties inches from his face. Mr. Weaver reached out, cupping her pantie clad mons, rubbing his fingers across the flimsy material. It was already damp. He wondered, did she play with herself before she got here or is this the result of the last couple of minutes?

Diana leaned over, her wavy red locks spilling against his face and whispered, "Do you want to take them off?"

Keith hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, and yanked them down past her knees. Diana stepped out of the garment, put her hands on her hips "Like what you see?"

Leering up at the young girl, he said, "I'm going to devour you. When I'm done you're going to have to re-learn to walk." He extended his hand again, combed through the tangle of red curls covering her pussy, and inserted his middle finger into her glistening cunt. "I wonder if you're as hungry for me as I am for you."