EroticReverie

Ronnie Lee

I'd been one of the the gym teachers as well as the softball and volleyball coach for Grant High for ten years now, and I'd never had a girl that cause as much trouble and disruption for my class as much as rich girl, and spoiled little brat Sydney Thompson did. 

"My office. Now." I say to her as she stands , freshly showered, and back in her little rich girl outfit. Some short little designer skirt, that probably cost more than one of my paychecks, along with a little white top, that just reached her skrit line, teasing with inches of her toned tummy while she drew her hair up into a ponytail and rolled her eyes and huffed. 

"I'm gonna be late for 5th period" she whines and her friends snicker and hide their laughter. 

"Somehow I have a feeling you'd be late regardless. My office . Now." I say and then turn and make my way into the office at the end of the girls locker room. 

I sit back in my chair behind my desk and wait and a few minutes later, she struts in, her high heels clicking on the floor. 

"Can we make this quick Ron?" she says and I see the little smirk she hides at calling me Ron. 

It was no secret to any of the students or staff that I was a lesbian. I looked the part of the sterotypical butch woman, with no makeup, and short hair that I kept short and shaved on the sides, with a bit longer on top and styled it usually by spikinig it slightly. I was wearing gym shorts and the schools t shirt. A white shirt with the words Grant High on the front with out Bear mascot. Being that it was no secret, little bitches like Sydney Thompson, enjoyed called me Ron, instead of Ronnie. 

"Sit Miss Thompson." I say and she huffs, shrugs her purse off her shoulder and sets a stack of school books on the small cabniet near the door. 

"Shut the door please." I say and she heaves another dramatic sigh and does as I ask and then stomps herself over to the seat in front of my desk and takes a seat. 

I watch as she lifts one leg and crosses it, that little skirt of hers lifting higher. It HAD to be against dress code. I dont let my eyes linger longer than a split second as I look up at her and then lean with my elbows on my desk, hands clasped.

"Do you know why you're here Miss Thompson?" I ask her and she gives a little laugh. 

"What are you ? A cop? Why do people always ask that? Just TELL me why I'm here, save us the time." she says and crosses her arms. I watch her perky tits push together in that top and she bounces her foot in the air. 

"You're here because you're late to every class. Not only late, but your entrance when you DO decide to get here is always disruptive." I say and she gives a little annoyed sigh as if she could care less, and I swear I want to wring the girls neck. 

"During the class...disruptive....always disruptive..this is gym class, NOT the Sydney Show" I tell her. and she gives a little laugh and then shrugs. Uncrossing her arm she waves her hand. 

"I cant help it that people are so easily distracted by me. I dont see how this is my fault." she says and then rest both hands on the arm rest and leans back in the chair. 

"Sound like you just want to blame me for YOUR problem of not being able to control your students Ron." she says. 

"You're also rude, and have zero respect." I add. 

She shrugs as if she doesn't care to argue that fact. I wait. 

"Are your feelings hurt Ron? That the little wittle student doesnt kiss your ass? Is that what this is? Bet you'd love for me to kiss your ass, love to see me obey, wouldnt you Ron?" she says with a smirk. 

"Is that what this is?" she laughs and uncrosses her legs and stands, and I'm suddenly shocked as she slaps her hands down on my desk and leans over. 

"You want me to be a good girl for you Ron, is that it?" she leans over and uses the power she uses on every single male in this school. Her voice goes low,and she bites her lip.

"bet you'd just loooove that wouldnt you Ron?" she asks. 

"Want me to kiss your ass Ron?" she gives a little smirk. 

I look at her, gritting my teeth, I knew she was playing with me, being a little bitch.

"sit back in your seat Miss Thompson, and watch your mouth." I say and she giggles and turns and then lifts her hip and props her ass up on my desk. 

"I'm fine right here." she says and pats the desk and I stand and she laughs as I round the desk. 

"Are you looking for detention Sydney?" I ask as I cross my arms. 

She giggles and then pushes her full ass onto my desk and places her hands at the edge. 

"You're sooo uptight Ron" she says with a little smile. 

"Is it because you're tortured looking out your office window at all the girls changing everyday?" she asks with a devils grin. 

"You're being inappropriate Miss Thompson, I don't view students in that manner." 

"Oh Bullshit Ron, I call bullshit so hard on that" she says with a little shake of her head. 

"I told you to watch your mouth." I say, my palms starting to sweat, this girl, this fucking girl was a pain in my fucking ass , and .....she was right. I was tortured looking out that office window at all of them. But one in particular. The one sitting right in front of me. How could such a beautiful girl be such a little brat? 

"Maybe I should tell principal Miller that you peek at us." she says. 

My lips tighten.

"Maybe if you keep harassing me like this, calling me into your office, blaming me for things that arent my fault." she shrugs. 

"I'll just have to take care of it, and tell him how you look at me" she whispers. 

My eyes go from her mouth to her eyes and she gives me a smile. 

"Tell him that our gym teacher is a big dyke that likes teenage girls" she says and my nostrils flare. I step forward. I watch her mask falter for a brief second and then she lifts her chin. 

"you don't scare me Sydney" I say. That was a lie. She did. If she wanted to, she could make her daddy and mommy throw enough money at the school to get me fired if she really wanted, especially with the trouble of allegations, whether or not they were true. It could destroy my career. 

"Mmm, don't I though?" She cocks her head. 

"Hardly" I say and she smiles. 

"I know I do." she says.

"I scare you, because you're thinking such naughty things right now Ron...arent you?" she whispers and licks her lips and I swallow hard, my fists clenching as my pussy reacts to the way she talks, so soft, but her words anything but as sweet as they sound. 

"You're scared of what you're thinking...of what you want to do to me Ron....I know you are...you look at me the same way men do....you wanna touch me just like they do." she says. 

"Sydney, this is highly inappropriate" I tell her as I try my best to not show how much I want to touch her. Cause my hands were dying to slide up under that skirt of hers. teach her a lesson. Make her putty in my fucking hands when I showed her just how good I could make her feel. Better than any of those boys she dates. 

"What's the matter Ron?" she asks. " Mad I'm not a little dyke like you?" she sneers. 

I don't know what I'm thinking as my hand flies up and grabs that fucking blonde ponytail of hers as I step between her legs and bring my face to hers inches from it as she gasps. 

"What are you doing!?" she asks as I yank her hair back and her hands push at my shirt. 

"Get off me! " she says and I shake my head. 

"You're such a little bitch Sydney" I hiss. 

Her eyes go wide, her jaw dropping.

"You cant talk to me like that!" she says. 

And she was right, I could lose my job for putting my hands on her, even pulling her sexy little ponytail and getting in her face like this. But what I really wanted to, what my hands and mouth really wanted to do, was far far worse. 

She'd wound me up, pissed me off, and turned me on all at once and I'd been so busy this year, not dating, missing the smell and softness of another woman, that I pushes my hand right up that little skirt. Crossing a major line as she gasped and started to scream. 

"Shut the fuck up" I growl and she whimpers. 

"Not so tough now are you?" I ask as I cup her pussy, pushing my hand over her panties as she squirms and pushes at me chest. 

"what are you doing?!" she asks. "You're sick!" 

"shut up little girl." I yank her hair back again and she yelps and keep rubbing her cunt through her panties, little lace things,my fingers pushing them against her, between her lips and rubbing her clit and she gasps.

"you cant do this" she breathes. 

"You're not leaving this office till you get an attitude adjustment....I'm going to make your disrespectful little pussy cum so hard Sydney...that you'll beg for me to do it again, and again" I say, pressing my face to hers, and whispering in her ear.

"I'll turn you into a little dyke too" I tell her and she shakes her head but I hear the gasp of pleasure and her hips move as she grinds into my touch. I grin to myself. 

"Feels good doesnt it? Having someone who knows that they're doing play between your legs." I whisper as I keep touching her panties, touching her clit through them, my hand still on her ponytail, her hands that were pushing me are now just resting on my shoulders as she takes a sharp inhale. 

"you're sick" she breathes. 

"I'll tell" she says and those words she deter me, but they don't. Because a girl like her, won't want anyone to know that she let the lesbian gym teacher touch her. 

"I don't think you will....because I think you like this Sydney, I think you like it...a lot." I whisper and kiss softly below her ear and she groans slightly and I smile against her neck and then let my tongue taste her skin as I moan slightly as my tongue drags over the soft skin of her neck and she pants and lets out the tiniest little squeak as I bite her neck softly and then tug on her panties. 

"I do not like this" she says, her voice and breathing betraying her. 

With my hand facing up, I slide my middle finger between her lips and over her clit and she gasps and lets out a moan as her head goes back , and mouth kisses over her extended neck and she curses as I gently tease her clit, and my own cunt aches and I feel it drenching my own underwear. 

"If you dont like it Sydney..." I say as I let my finger on her clit slip down, finding her where she's completely soaked, her hot, warm little cunt, drenching my finger as I slide it directly into her and she gasps. 

"Then why are you so fucking wet little girl?"  I groan on her neck and nip her earlobe as she curses, her fingers curling, gripping my shoulders as her legs spread wider and I groan at her welcoming  as she rocks slightly and fucks my fingers as I slide it in and out of her. 

"Fuck Sydney" I kiss her jaw. 

"You're so wet honey" I groan and she moans and nods. 

"Your pussy sounds so delicious"I whisper and she curses under her breath as I curl my finger inside her and she gasps.

"Oh shit" she exclaims quietly and closes her eyes tight as her mouth falls open. I watch her, drawing my head back, as hers falls back and she lets out a tiny cry as I coax her g spot gently and she squirms. 

"Ron" she breathes and I let out a little groan at the sound my name coming from her mouth for the first time with out any sass or disrespect, she sounds so sexy when she's horny and wet. So fucking sweet as she whines quietly and gasp, her littls breaths driving me wild and I pump my finger faster and she moans.

"oh my god" she cries quietly and lifts her head looking at me. 

"oh my god" she says again, her face seeming so fucking scared at the fact she loves this. So surprised and unbelieving that I'm the one making her feel this way. 

"I know honey...i know...." I say as I make sure to keep pressing against her g spot, until I watch it happen. Looking down, I watch Sydney Thompson, spoiled little brat, bitchy little rich girl, soak my fucking hand, and squirt for me. 

"Oh my god!" she wails as if she's surprised, shocked, embarrassed. Her legs shake and I keep fingering her against that spot and watch her pussy keep cumming and she lets out a deep cry as she shakes atop my desk, my finger demanding more. Her hot pussy making a mess of my desk and hand, and the floor as she drips down the side of the desk, soaking the floor. 

"Oh honey...look at you" I groan. 

Sydney whimpers as I draw my finger out and then play around with my finger, dragging it up and down her sex as she still quivers. 

"Lay back Miss Thompson...I need to clean you up."