The instructor for my CPR/emergency care class was a good teacher.

He was also a massive distraction to me. I kept getting lost in his dreamy eyes and his handsome face. I fantasized about his muscular body, to the point where my pussy was slick by the end of the day’s lesson. His name was Garrett.

I was taking the class because I worked at a big hotel, with many people coming and going. Months ago someone had a cardiac episode in our lobby, and I felt helpless after we’d called the paramedics. I wanted to be able to do something if I witnessed a crisis like that again.

At the start of the class, Garrett had asked each of us to introduce ourselves. He smiled at me when I explained I was there on my own, while the others were getting certified because someone else was making them do it. That may have been what started me off on this schoolgirlish crush of mine. I knew I was hot and could get just about any guy I wanted, but it was almost fun to pine away for Garrett. I felt like a college freshman who wanted only to get her hands and mouth on her sexy professor’s hard cock.

The class had a practice dummy, of course. We took turns trying to properly “resuscitate” the inanimate patient. My classmates all seemed to be getting it. Garrett really was good at teaching. But I was having difficulties.

I pressed down on the dummy’s chest, trying to follow the prescribed rhythm. But Garrett was standing behind me, watching over my shoulder. I could hear him breathing and smell his cologne. I was almost sure I felt his body heat, a crackling warmth that got under my clothes and made my flesh tingle.

I suddenly became lost in a delicious fantasy.

I imagined him moving in closer behind me, his hands resting on my waist. His mouth brushed the nape of my neck, and pleasure whirled within me. He pressed his crotch against my backside, and I felt the unmistakable ridge of his stiff cock.

In my mind, his hands came around and slid up under my shirt. I jammed my ass back against him as he reached up to cup my tits. His strong fingers plucked my hardened nipples, exciting me. His tongue slathered my earlobe. The others in the class watched, astonished, as he drew my shirt off, then undid my jeans. As my pants fell down my legs, I heard the sharp rasp of his zipper. I tensed in anticipation, thrusting out my ass, eager for the penetration of his cock, ready for —

“Ms. S?”

Garrett’s voice snapped me back to the present. The rest of the class was indeed staring, and a blush heated my face, as if they knew what I’d just been imagining.

I made a halfhearted attempt at the resuscitation technique, then sat down. At the end of the lesson, Garrett came to me and said quietly, “Would you like to stay a bit? I could instruct you...personally.”

My pussy lit up at that, though the rational part of me was sure I was reading more into the offer than what was there. Even so, I really did want to get certified.

I was still a little flushed from my earlier runaway fantasy. But when the classroom had emptied, Garrett brought me up to the table at the front and showed me, step by step, how to work the dummy. He wasn’t impatient and made sure I’d absorbed every small stage of the process.

He smiled, which made his handsome face positively radiant. “That’s much better, Ms. S.”

“Nola. Call me Nola.” I was proud, but my voice shook a bit. I was keenly aware that we were alone together.

“Okay. Nola.” He smiled again, then gestured at the practice dummy. I was to run through the whole operation on my own.

I started in. This time my hands moved confidently. I grasped the technique and proceeded through the steps. Garrett was standing behind me, and one part of me felt his eyes on my body, felt his hands rising, reaching for me. Surely, it was just my fantasy coming back for another go.

I finished the procedure, grinning because I’d done it textbook perfect.

Then I felt Garrett’s breath tickle the back of my neck. Gooseflesh rose on my body as I froze. Could this really be happening? I wondered. It was. His fingers lightly touched my hips. He was standing directly behind me, his crotch hovering just over my butt.

Without turning, I eased back against him. The groove of my ass fit perfectly with the firm bulge hiding in his pants. He moaned softly, tickling the back of my neck. His hands tightened around my waist as arousal boiled up through me. Dampness flowed in my pussy, and my nipples stood out stiffly under my shirt.

I groped way behind me and caught a handful of Garrett’s ass. I drew him tighter against me. The bulge of his cock pressed deeper into the valley of my ass. I rocked my hips, rubbing him deliberately up and down. He kissed my neck, and warmth bloomed inside me. During all those classes I’d never been sure if he was attracted to me. Finally, I could let myself believe he’d been indulging in fantasies as salacious as my own.

“I felt his exposed cock as he laid it into the gully formed by my cheeks.”

His tongue traced my earlobe, just like I’d imagined a short while ago. I groaned with mounting pleasure. Not waiting for him to feel me up underneath my shirt, I peeled it off and flung it aside. There wasn’t another class due for a long while, so we would have the room to ourselves.

Garrett eagerly reached up to maul my tits. I liked the strength of his hands as he kneaded my mounds. He caught my erect nipples between his knuckles and squeezed them, making me moan.

I still hadn’t turned, relishing the feel of his muscled body pressed against me from behind. Again not waiting for him to act, I unhooked my jeans and swept them down my legs, stepping out of them to stand naked in his arms.

He was still dressed. He paused to remedy that, tearing out of his clothing in a flash, then he moved in once more against my backside. I felt his exposed cock as he laid it into the welcoming gully formed by my ass cheeks. His meat throbbed against my soft flesh.

I shoved the practice dummy away and bent over at the waist, laying my upper body across the table. Turning my head, I saw Garrett over my shoulder. His naked body was gorgeous, as masculine and enticing as I’d imagined it would be. His cock stood up straight and magnificent.

“Fuck me,” I growled at him, as if I needed to give the instruction.

I was on my toes with my legs spread. Garrett put his hands on my ass and spread my cheeks. He slipped his cockhead along my groove, heading for my dripping pussy. On the way, he brushed the sensitive ring of my asshole, and I wriggled with delight. Filing the sensation away for the time being, I waited to take his cock inside me.

He pushed against my pussy entrance, and my slickened lips drew him inside. His shaft pressed deeper as my inner walls gripped his girth. Pleasure increased in me, like steam gathering inside a pipe. I took him deep, all the way. His weight flattened me against the table. I hissed through my teeth, leaving spit on the wooden surface.

Garrett’s tempo picked up. I felt the full length of him pumping in and out of me. The tabletop was at the ideal height for him to be fucking my pussy from behind. He slammed me to my core with each inward plunge. I heard his muffled moans as his own pleasure skyrocketed.

But I was ahead of him. My heart was beating faster and faster as my ecstasy soared. My forehead rocked back and forth across the table. Suddenly, as he pounded me, a great heaving climax tore through my body. My pussy streamed as I thrashed about, violently enough that Garrett actually came uncoupled from me.

Panting from my orgasm, I still had enough of a sense of decorum to feel bad about bucking him off. I lifted my head and looked at him again over my shoulder. His face was glowing with desire, and his twitching cock gleamed with my juices.

“Fuck my ass!” I demanded.

Obviously, he liked the idea. He drew me up off the table, still holding me from behind with an arm wrapped around my middle. He slipped his slick cockhead against my asshole and started gently pushing himself inside my rear entrance.

“He brushed the sensitive ring of my asshole, and I wriggled with delight.”

Garrett made every nerve in my body jump to sudden, urgent life. Each part of me wanted in on the unexpected fun, it seemed. Garrett’s cock eased slowly up my back passage, awakening rare secret pleasures.

He knew what he was doing, operating with the same care and patience he’d shown all along as an instructor. The vulnerability I experienced at this anal incursion only added to the pleasure welling within me. I stood, wrapped in his arms, savoring the sensation of his cock sliding all the way home into my ass.

When he’d buried himself fully in my behind, he held me there a moment to let me adjust completely. I murmured for him to fuck me, and he began to pump his cock slowly in and out of my trembling hole. I felt safe in his embrace.

Earlier, I’d felt he was penetrating me to my deepest places. But now, I had the sense he was plunging himself into my very soul.

That new pleasure felt even more profound. Every one of those aroused nerves in me contributed to my oncoming climax. I squirmed in his arms as his cock rammed into me. His solidly planted feet kept balance for both of us.

When he began to fuck me harder and faster, it was perfect. He let out a raw groan, just as my orgasm swept me away. I felt him spasm as his spunky jets warmed me, each burst accompanied by a ragged thrust, until we dropped limply onto the table in the empty classroom.