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If you have read my confessions, it will be clear to you that I am a lecturer at a college. It would also be clear to you that I like to tease my students. Most of the times, the poor souls end up with an erection that needs immediate attention, but my confident nature has always been a thing that kept them away from any overt advances towards me. I know they would be ravaging me in their minds, but in front of me, their potency goes for an exile. I have loved the sort of power I enjoyed over them. To be a whore and a goddess at the same time. However, there are always exceptions to these rules. Sid was the exception to the rule. He was very [popular among the students. six feet tall, athletic, and most importantly one hell of a dancer. It was rumored that he used to change girlfriends every week. Strangely he was also the only person in the batch who had never ogled at me.
The incident happened a few days before the college annual day function. All the students were preparing for the cultural event. A bunch of girls wanted to perform a classical dance number and had asked me to help them choreograph the piece. (Time for some gloating:I have studied classical dance for nearly 18 years.) During our rehearsal, Sid was practising near us with his friends. It seemed like he needed to perform some tango number and his partner was not very good at it. The poor girl could not match up to him, and he was constantly ridiculing her. The girl seemed to be in some trance, every time he would touch her, she would just melt, I think the poor thing was in love.I could imagine him having his way with her later in the day. He stopped for a second and remarked how no one here could do the tango properly. This pricked my ego. I went up to him and said, " you know what I tell about generlisatons in class boy?" He smiled at me" you say they are wrong. But here, I am right".

This was it. I was wearing a tight white t shirt and stretchable pajamas as these are really comfortable while dancing. I grabbed his hand and said, " why don't I try?". He smirked and asked them to start the music. What followed for the next few minutes, were the best minutes of dance in my life, a heady mixture of passion and aggression. He was really good, every time our skin touched there were sparks in me and the way his face looked, he must have felt the same way. When it ended, we held on to each other for a few extra moments, his hands on my bare waist, mine on his strong arms. I softly wiped the sweat from my forehead and stepped back. Yes, it was clear. I had proved him wrong and he was not happy about it. I went back to the girls to finish up on the rehearsal.

After it got over, I walked over to the staff toilet. It was located in a different block. I went to the washoom and splashed water all over my face. All of a sudden I heard some sound behind me and turned around. Sid was right behind me. A bit startled, "Sid, what are you doing here?" He was very quiet. Then he looked at me ;" I came to apologise. I was being a jerk earlier". I smiled," that is alright. But. you should not be here though". He did not reply, but looked at me sheepishly, I noticed he was perspiring heavily. That is when I realised that I had gotten my t shirt wet when I was washing my face.It was stickng to my chest and anyone could see the black bra I was wearing inside and the contours of my breasts. I stood there. I had clothes on, yet felt so naked. That is when he came towards me and placed his hands on my waist," I think we can improve more. dont you think so?" saying this, he pinched my waist. I yelped, in shock,both at his audacity and the pleasure his touch sent in my body. " But there is no music Sid". I think it was my feeble attempt at stopping him. He moved closer to me, one of his hands went behind me and then south, resting on my right asscheek and he gently groped it , using the grip to pull me in slowly like a doll. My breathing grew heavier, he leaned in and whispered, "I can always sing to you".

Then I could feel his tongue press against my ears as he tightened his grip on my bottom to the point where I sighed in a bit of pain. He continued to run his tongue all over my ears, me moaning away, his hand moving inside my t shirt and pressing my breasts over my bra. His tongue enters my ears, playing with it, he pulls away after a few seconds- like the music I am playing in your body, teacher? The way he said that word, incited all held up passions in me, the longing for that forbidden union. I grabbed his face with my hands and kissed his lips, like a mad woman,thrusting my tongue in his mouth, as if only his saliva can quench my thirst...