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The phrases “I almost didn't recognize you,” and “You look great” were often paired together by folks I hadn't seen since high school. They usually stumbled over themselves to apologize for their unintentional insult. I looked and felt great and I completely understood why people didn't recognize me. I had undergone a stark transformation. Sometimes, I hardly recognized myself.
I was no longer a geeky, acne-ridden, brace-wearing, thin-haired girl with the frame of a ten year old boy. The braces were gone and they left behind a stunning smile. My hair had filled out and so had my curves. I was a nobody in high school but my new appearance had made me increasingly popular in college.
My visits home during school were brief. I didn't want to be seen until I had earned my degree, secured a good start to my future, and completed my physical overhaul. The current goal was to be envied rather than pitied; to be desired rather than tolerated. I had a checklist of folks whom I planned to subject to some shameless flaunting.
There was one love interest on my list. Unfortunately, interest meant that I was interested in him but like every other guy in the free world, he had not been attracted to me at all. Even with my new looks and degree, I still had to work up the nerve to seek him out. Sadly, he had no way of knowing about my affections for him though he was still a constant inhabitant of my head and heart.
The object of my somewhat mild obsession was Mr. Hall. He was the sexy science teacher that all the girls fawned over. It was rumored that he was a heartbreaking playboy despite being a newlywed. It was said that he had slept with some of the staff and a few of the seniors. Most people brushed it off as silly gossip.
I knew better. I caught him late after school one day. He had a young substitute teacher bent over his desk and he was nailing the hell out of her. Her eyes were rolling back in her head as she gripped the sides of the desk. He was drilling her mannishly with his big, juicy looking dong. She seemed to love it although she also seemed to struggle with handling it.
I watched in astonishment for a minute or so before realizing I was being a creepy peeping Tom. They spotted me just as I started to quietly back away. I took off running and didn't stop until I was in the main hallway. There were a handful of people scattered throughout the building. No one seem to notice me or the sounds of sex that were still echoing in my ears.
Mr. Hall had always been extra nice to me. He consistently encouraged me to challenge myself in his class. Science had been my academic weak spot before him. There was no amount of philandering he could do that would negate my perception of him. On the contrary, I was admittedly turned on by what I saw. I couldn't stop thinking about it.
The vivid images ran rampant through my mind. His dick seemed so appetizing being crammed into her tight hole. It was long, thick, and slightly curved. It was glistening from the wetness that buffered his repeated and deep thrusts. I remembered how his firm but succulent ass moved rhythmically as he fucked her.
Despite my ugly duckling and unpopular years, I had never wanted to be anybody else. I was satisfied with who I was until I realized that who I was would never get fucked by a man like Mr. Hall. I didn't have to ask the substitute teacher her secret, how she managed to end up with his dick in her. I already knew. She was hot and desirable. All the guys described what they'd do to her if given the chance. She could've picked any one of them at any time. I wanted to have my pick as well.
Mr. Hall and I never spoke of that day. I tried to act unbothered but I couldn't get the pictures out of my head. He still treated me the same despite my obvious inner struggle. I was hoping that he thought I was uncomfortable because I caught them. Honestly, I felt uncomfortable because he was why I now found myself constantly and consistently horny.
I wish I had been this new me way back then. I certainly would have had the confidence to go for it. I would have been the girl thrown over the desk. Unfortunately, I had yet to be thrown over anything and nothing had been thrown in me. I was a virgin still. I had come close a couple of times in college but Mr. Hall was the standard that had been etched in my brain. He was still my only candidate. I was even more determined to find and bed him.
I found out via casual conversations that he no longer taught. He now owned a bar and tended it a few nights a week. I threw on a hot little number that accentuated all my new curves without making it seem as if I were trying too hard. I only required a light touch of makeup. I left my hair down to showcase my beautiful new locks.
Heads turned as I sauntered into the bar. I felt like the new it girl. People whispered to their friends wondering who this mystery chic was. Mr. Hall was one of those people. He was behind the bar drying glasses. He dried the same glass over and over while he fixated on me. He finally set the thoroughly dried glass down when I helped myself to the stool directly in front of him.
He gathered himself and offered me a drink. He had no earthly idea who I was so I decided to have a little fun before I revealed my identity. I didn't want his memories of the former me to affect how he interacted with this new sexy me. He poured my drink. Before he had a chance to start with the usual bartender banter, he was called away by another customer.
I slipped slowly. He got back to me as often as he could but the bar was getting busy. I chit-chatted and drank with the patrons that filled the stools beside me. I was the center of attention. I flirted with people who approached me. Mr. Hall or Dylan as he had introduced himself, and I flirted when we were able.
I had given him my middle name to throw him off. He told me a couple of times that he felt that he knew me somehow but couldn't recall the specifics. I would just smile and giggle. I was having a marvelous time.
Mr. Hall kept an eye on me even as he interacted with the other guests. He knew I was checking him out. I winked at him once or twice. He returned the gesture. When business finally started to die down, he made his way back to me. He ordered me some food to soak up the alcohol and asked that I stay as he shut down the bar. He still hadn't put two and two together.
“I know you!” he proclaimed. “For the life of me, I just can't figure it out, but I know I know you. Did you go to school here? I used to teach.”
“Yes, you do know me, Mr. Hall. You seriously have no clue, do you?” He looked at me harder, this time studying every facial feature.
“This may be inappropriate but I can't understand why I'm having trouble placing you. You are an absolute beauty. You're unforgettable.”
“You're unforgettable too, Mr. Hall,” I whispered bolstered by the drinks I had consumed. “There are a few things I'll never forget about you and one of them is your big, pretty cock.”
“Pardon me.” He was taken aback. “I'm sorry,” he offered. “I was so wild in my younger days. I just don't remember your name or having sex with you.”
I giggled. “We didn't have sex. I saw you one day. You had someone bent over a desk and you were boning the hell out of her.”
“Sorry, but that doesn't narrow it down much.” Tired of playing guessing games, I finally told him who I was.
“Paris Hammond, you are as exquisitely gorgeous as the city that shares your name. My apologies for not knowing immediately who you were.” His reaction was more gracious than most. He had certainly retained his smooth talking abilities. He came around the bar and gave me a big hug.
We talked about everything that had changed in our lives since I graduated. We even finally talked about the day I walked in on him. I made it clear how I felt then and that I still harbored the same desires for him. I didn't mince words. I let him know that I came to the bar that night with one thing on my mind and that was to have sex with him. I omitted my virginal status certain that would scare him away.
He lamented that there was only one thing keeping him from taking me to the storeroom and screwing the crap out of me right then and there. After almost losing his wife due to his chronic infidelities, he and she reached an understanding. He could fuck other women as long as he shared them with her. He wanted me all to himself but those were the rules.
I had been stuck on him for years and I was too close to having him to allow that minor detail to be a hindrance. I didn't give myself time to think about it. I agreed to their terms. I remembered the picture that was on his desk. She was hot. Plus, discretion was all but guaranteed. I could lose my virginity with no one being the wiser.
He stepped away to phone her. The call was short. He hurried through the rest of his closing duties and we left in his car. He whipped his dick out as soon as we pulled off. Seeing its largeness so up close was sobering. I was wondering if it were smarter to reveal my secret. He could do lots of damage with a cock that size and I didn't want my first time to be rough.
I decided to keep my mouth shut and to just enjoy the moment. He grabbed my hand and put it on his cock. I stroked it as he keyed me in on a few things to expect. His wife loved eating pussy he said. He admitted that she was better at it than him. She also loved getting her titties sucked while she was taking his dick. I wanted to tell him what I loved but I didn't know yet. I didn't even know what I liked.