And he left. Aitor closed the door and leaned on it, he closed his eyes and remembered the girl's body, close to his...

And he left. Aitor closed the door and leaned on it, he closed his eyes and remembered the girl's body, close to his... His hands surrounding her waist, and her back, her chest feeling Zaira's heavy breathing... His Zaira... The days passed, they saw each other several days a week, they taught class and entertained themselves for a while talking about anything unimportant. They didn't want to separate, they were so comfortable next to each other... The feelings intensified more every day, the looks were deeper. In such a way that they found themselves entangled in an accumulation of feelings, of desire, of which they no longer had control. It was a normal day, like any other. Zaira got up, soon. He got ready as usual and prepared to leave the house, with his mathematics book and the necessary materials. He called the intercom and went upstairs. Ding Dong... - Good morning, favorite student - he said as he invited her to enter. - Hahaha, of course your favorite, you have no other - he gave her two kisses They went to Aitor's room, and sat down, as usual. - Well, how are you doing with this? - Great, we only have one topic left, I think we finished it today and... - he stopped short, thinking about what would come next - And no more... I won't need to come back... - I look him in the eyes. - Okay, perfect. - He swallowed, the fact of not seeing her again, of having her close, left him blocked, serious. Suddenly his smile disappeared with that answer. They practiced the above, they had nothing else to do. Today they had finished earlier than normal. - Well... well... that's it... I guess... - Zaira said. - Well, I think that you and I have something pending... - Aitor smiled. - A... Anything pending? you and I? - she laughed, fearing that smile that was about to excite her. - Yes, I think so... - And he slowly approached the girl. - Well, I don't think so... - he stood up and took a few steps back. - Remember, I'm sure you remember... - He got closer. As Zaira walked away he moved forward until the girl suddenly crashed into the wall. Aitor took the opportunity to corner her by placing a hand on either side of her. In such a way that they were facing each other, a few centimeters away. "I don't know... you tell me..." she responded temptingly. - Ugh, what a memory... I think the only old man here is not me... - He moved a little closer to her face. Towards her lips. - Hahahaha - she laughed flirtatiously - And what are you going to do to me, teacher? - She smiled without stopping to look him in the eyes, with a look so provocative that it was beginning to make Aitor lose control. - Bad girls must be punished - he responded, causing an increase in breathing in both of them. - And... how are you going to punish me, teacher? - He brought his lips together in such a way that they were almost glued, he responded by sensually opening his mouth for the next step. Zaira slowly raised her hand up Aitor's waist, running across his chest and reaching his chin. He placed his index finger on her lips in a caress and continued moving his hand up to the back of her neck, stroking her hair. - Oh, Zaira - Aitor couldn't take it anymore, he pressed his entire body against her, closed his eyes and bowed his head with the intention of kissing those fleshy lips for which he had lost his mind. But Zaira turned her head, smiled cheekily at him and positioned her neck in such a way that Aitor's lips were glued to that beautiful neck. Which drove him crazy. Aitor couldn't take it anymore, he felt like he was going to explode with passion, he was excited, he was dying for that playful girl, who knew how to provoke him, and played with him in such a sensual way... - My baby, don't be so bad, the punishment will be worse. -He said while kissing the neck slowly. Suddenly, Zaira stepped away, headed to the hallway and, looking at Aitor in a tempting way, bit her lip and raised the strap of that tight T-shirt, which showed off those beautiful breasts, hard and perched. - Will you walk me to the door, teacher? Aitor was taken aback, he saw himself still leaning against that wall, and with that large member about to explode. He closed his eyes and when he looked calmer, he went out to where he was, the girl. - Look, what you've done to me, Zaira - He said, pointing to the noticeable lump - You're very bad. - Goodbye baby, you are a great teacher. In every way - he laughed, approaching the lump and touching it with his belly and then kissed his cheek. - Zaira, I love you. - He looked into her eyes. The girl came out of the portal laughing as she remembered that game. And I knew that would continue. Aitor closed the door and, as usual, leaned against it with his forehead pressed against the door frame. He began to laugh at that very... Exciting moment. How could a 16-year-old girl make him lose his mind like that? It's a baby! - thought. A child that made him go crazy with passion, with love, with excitement. I was crazy. He returned to his room, where he saw something... Something that made him happy, that caused him great excitement. On top of the table was the bag with Zaira's things. That girl was not going to escape him, now the one who was going to play hard was going to be him. He thought.