One day and out of nowhere a woman come to my life, whom I fell in love with at first sight I saw her. Young teacher named Mary Springfield. Thanks to her, I discovered I have a desire that totally change my life upside down. Fetish for very long hair.

I'm a young guy named Neil Slovak. Last weekend I turned 20. I am a student at the University of Social Sciences. My parents change jobs quite often, which is why we move a lot. Thanks to that, I have only few friends and lately I've been quite isolated from others because I'm afraid to make contact with them. The reason is that we often move to a new places so it is hard for me to have friends. We've been in town for a few weeks now and it doesn't look like we will move again for some time. Well I hope for it. I really hate to move around.

During this days I spend either at school or at home playing games on Xbox. Nothing extra is happening during classes. I only watch others from a distance as they build their friendships. I'm just distancing myself from them. I think they consider me as a weird guy, because I don't say much. Basically, I'm just living day after day at this school.

One day while I was in the teacher's office helping profesor with dokuments for upcoming test, I inadvertently overheard a conversation between two other professors in the room. They talked about a new teacher who will join our school soon. I didn't learn much, only that she is very young and super pretty. She had been already teaching at another school for some time, but she quit it duo some reasons.

I was thinking in my head / I wonder if this teacher really looks that good as they say ..... Maybe there will finally be a nice change from the old hags I go to class with, heh ....... I smiled to myself.

I have heard many times about the beauty of women. And it happened to me that someone was describing a girl to me like if she was the best looking angel out of this world. In the end when I met her it was nothing special. An ordinary girl who just didn't look bad. I have learned that we each have some preferences and I should judge for myself if she is good looking or not when I see her in person. This time I had no idea how wrong I was.

It was quite cloudy outside on that fateful day. After all, the spring is here soon. The snow that had previously melted a long time ago and the temperature outside had also risen. In class, I always sit near the window. This is mainly because I'm quite often inattentive in class and I rather look out the window and watch what's going on there. Well my life is boring so nothing is cheering me up. I don't like school very much and I actually waiting when my parents will finaly tell me that we are moving again. That's why I don't concentrate on classes, because I know it doesn't really matter. Even so, there is a possibility of going to a new school. So why try?

The ringing for class start in a long time, but the new teacher was still not coming to our class.

I thought in my head / Looks like she won't show up at this school either I guess .... and I looked out the window like i ussually do.

At that moment, the door to the classroom opened, and I slowly turned my head toward the door. My heart just stopped beating. My pupils stretched out because I was in silent amazement. I don't believe my own eyes what I see now. A young woman entered the classroom, elegantly dressed and with a hairstyle I had never seen before in my life. She is wearing a black women's suit. Jacket, skirt, white shirt with a short black tie.

In my mind, it's like a slow motion. I dont hear any sound. I am focusing only on her as she move gracefully to the teacher's desk. But my attention is now on her head. From her profile, I see something I've never seen on a woman before. Hair creation, which perhaps is not even possible. Her black hair has a nice bun style. French twist. Her hair is so stretched on one side. From my point of view it is already clear to me that her hair will not be short. Because that twist is so big behind her head that it must hurt her neck. It is clear to me that she takes care of her hair because it looks so healthy. Under the lights her black hair even shines. I am completely stunned. As soon as she moved to the desk and looked towards the classroom, I noticed her beautiful eyes. Light brown and large. Her gaze is so seductive that I forget to breathe. She has full lips. Something like Angelina Jolie when she was young. She has not painted them red. It just shines gently. I guess she only used lips gloss to highlight her natural lip color. And I also noticed that she is lightly tanned. Or is it the color of her skin? She reminds me a little of the Latin type. I am now looking towards her chest and I must admit that she is not wearing small tangerines under those clothes. I believe her breasts are minimal D-cup. Perfect figure. Long legs with high heels on. Now I wonder if she is a teacher or an escort. She would definitely make a living of it. She's so beautiful. With bated breath, I expect her voice to suit her beauty. I don't know how many minutes have passed and how long I've been looking at her, but after a while she talks to the class.

„Please stand up.“ speak calmly with her angelic voice.

The whole class immediately gets up from their chairs. I'm trying to stand up too, but I'm aware of one strange thing now. While lifting, I can feel I have a full erection. This has never happened to me before. Even though I saw girls that I really liked. They never excited me with their appearance so much that I had trouble standing up straight. I am so glad no one is sitting behind me. I can thus discreetly hide behind a classmate in front of me. I'm hunched over right now and I look like I have a back pain.

„Sit down, please.“ the teacher continues.

They all sat down right away and I hurried with them so that no one would notice me.

/ What the hell is going on????? I thought in horror, looking towards my crotch and seeing the biggest erection I've ever had in my life.

„Before I introduce myself to you, I want to apologize for being late for class, but I needed to complete some duties in the professor's office...... So ........ My name is Miss Springfield. I am your new teacher of special pedagogy. Maybe you were already ....... ......... .... „ and I slowly stopped perceiving what the teacher was saying.

I focused only on her. Her regal movement around the class. How her body moves. And most of all, I can't take my eyes off her hair. All this time, I want to touch her head.

/ What kind of hair is this? ....Oh my God....... I've never seen anything like it in my life. It is true that some classmates have long hair and this is not the first time I see a bun out of someone's hair. But this is something ..... I so much want to touch this hair I'm so confused and I feel my hands sweat.

As she wrote notes on the board and turned her back to class, I admired her creation on her head. Something unreal. That hair so much tied behind her head. I noticed that from other side you can see how it is formed. I tried to overcome myself and rather focus on writing information in a notebook. But it doesn't matter if I look out the window or in the notebook. I can still see her in front of me. Even when I close my eyes and try to think of something else, she still appears in my imagination.

/ Am I crazy? What's wrong with me? Wake up dude...... What are you going to do when she notices you staring at her like some stalker? Hmm..... How do you explain that? God forbid she tells you to stand up and you're done at that moment....... I talked to myself.

„Is everything allright ?“ a soft voice of a woman spoke to me.

I opened my eyes and turned my head toward the voice that spoke to me. A new teacher is next to me, staring at me with interest and leaning towards me. I can smell her perfume, which completely mesmerizes me. I didn't notice when, but she's not wearing a costume jacket, so I have the opportunity to admire the tight-fitting white shirt on her body. She has a short black tie tied under her collar.

„I'm sorry, but I didn't sleep much so I feel tired. I'll be more attentive to what's going on in class Miss.“ I tried to smile.

She didn't answer me, just smiled faintly, straightened up and continued to explain the new subject matter. As she walked away from my desk, I noticed that she was walking so nobly. I didn't notice before, but I realized that behind that black mini skirt was a beautifully shaped ass. Suddenly a bell rang, signaling the end of class. Everyone suddenly started packing and slowly leaving the classroom. I kept sitting like a jerk because my erection still didn't go away and it was starting to get uncomfortable. I thought quickly about what to do. I threw things in my bag and put it in front of me. I lifted myself carefully and walked close to the table where the teacher was sitting. I've been now next to her desk and I can't take my eyes off her head again. As I stand above her, I can see her well-groomed hair in more detail. That french twisted bun is really huge. This hair must be very long. But it take a few seconds and the teacher noticed that someone is looking at her. She raises her head and looks straight into my eyes.

„Yes ?“ she asked me with a smile.

„Y...ou.....“ I stammered in whisper.

Then it hit me / What the fuck are you doing rigth now? I recovered from a trance and shaked my head.

„W...What ? .......“ she asked in surprise.

„Nothing. Sorry. Have a nice day MISS !!“ I turned quickly away from her and hurriedly left the class room.

I ran down the hallway as if someone was chasing me. I felt my face burn. At first I thought I had a fever. But I already know what's wrong with me. I am ashamed as never before in my life. Out of shame, I'd rather sink deep underground.

„She must have noticed. She definitly noticed.....“ i was mubling to myself.

/ God, what am I doing? .....Am I crazy?...... I have to get home as soon as possible. I don't want others to see me like this it erupted in my head.

I came home and immediately ran up the stairs to my room. I don't want to see anyone. All the way on the bus, I thought only of our new teacher. I feel like I'm damned. This has never happened to me before. I can't get her picture out of my head. Thanks to that, I still feel that my penis can go completely crazy. I don't understand it at all.

„How to get rid of this?“ and I looked at my crotch.

I took off my jacket and took off my pants. I feel my cock pushing in my shorts. I know what I have to do. The only way to get rid of this erection is to jerk it off. So I locked the door to the room so that no one would disturb me unexpectedly. I lay down on the bed and slowly pulled down my underwear. My cock stands like a high-rise building. Even when watching porn, I didn't have such a strong erection as I do right now. I close my eyes and imagine a new teacher without much effort. Miss Springfield. With my right hand, I slowly slide along the entire length of the cock and imagine myself carefully touching her head with my hands. We are back in class and she is sitting on a chair and I am standing close behind her. I try to imagine the touch of her hair on my skin. But I've never touched a woman's hair before, so it's very complicated. I just moved my fingers to her French twist bun. But since I've been excited for so long, it didn't take long and before I could continue to imagine playing with her hair I squirted like never before in my life. Like I've never ever masturbated. Now I've gotten so much white liquid out of myself. So much mess.

/ My goodness...... What am I going to do from now on? I thought about the fate that befell me now.

It's been a few days. Maybe weeks. I'm already losing track. I no longer orient myself in this confusion. I thought I'd stop going to school. But for the sake of the teacher, I am willing to undergo anything. Now I'm even more worried about leaving. I'm afraid that my parents will soon announce our next move to a new place. I do not want it. I couldn't bear to never see her again in my life. The more I see her at school, the more my heart beats when I look at her. Every time I have a class with her I feel such anxiety in my chest.

/ What is this ? ....... I've never felt anything like this before........ i thought to myself.

A few days ago we had a pedagogy test. Today, we are doing the evaluation. She has consulted almost all of my classmates on the test, but I'm still sitting and waiting.

/ Strange ......... I have classmates in the class who have a surname starting with the letter T or even Z. ...... Why does it look like I'll get the result last? It's true that I haven't talked to her since I ran out of class...... Till this day I was only just watching her unnoticed...... Is it possible that she noticed and wants to deal with me now???? What will I answer her ????? I'm starting to worry.

„Good job Mark ..... 98% is a very good result. Keep up the good work.“ I heard her talking with my classmates.

„Thank you, Miss Springfield. Have a nice day.“ Mark replied.

„Neil Slovak. Come to my table for the result.“ she said softly but did not look in my direction.

/ And here it is....... I exhaled.

I slowly got up from my chair and began to move to her desk. She have that beautiful creation on her head again. This hairstyle makes her so mature even thouth she is so young. I wonder if she visits a hairdresser or if she can do it by herself. Her hair excites me again, so I'm trying to think of something else. If I need to look at the floor or ceiling, I will. Just so I don't look at her head and get an erection again as last time. I'm already right next to her from her left side. I realize this way I have a great opportunity to see her big black french twist bun on her head. It has plenty of volume and has the best black color I ever saw in my life.

/ Why is the smell of a woman's shampoo so exciting ? This is so stimulating for me I should rather look at the paper with my test ..... and I looked at the paper on the desk / ...... 48% .........Damn it. This means I didn't pass the test. Or I have the worst grade in the whole class. It is clear to me that she will now want to consult this with me I exhaled again.

I watch her turn slightly in my direction. She is wearing a women's suit with a skirt again, but in such gray color. This time I noticed that she has a fairly large neckline. She doesn't have all the buttons on her white shirt fastened. She is wearing a necklace with a small heart. From the color of the necklace, I guess it isnt a cheap one. Maybe a white gold. I can see her slightly taned face up close. Beautiful light brown eyes and her full lips. I love when natural beauty stands out. She is so incredibly seductive. Her perfume mesmerizes me. I can't believe this young woman is really teaching students. She must have a crowd of admirers who would bring her the blue from the sky. Or maybe she have a boyfriend or even a spouse ? I wouldn't be surprised at all. But then her voice interrupts me.

„Neil...... the result is really bad...... 48% on this test..... I am afraid that's not enough. Is the test difficult for you? If you don't pass the next test you won't go through the pedagogy subject...... What's wong ? Which point from the test do you not understand?“ I noticed interest in her voice.

I didn't answer her at all. I'm so enchanted by her that I can't think of anything else. I just admire her presence. But that's the moment when I realized I was staring at her like crazy again. I quickly turned my head down on her desk and put my hands in front of my crotch so she wouldn't notice how an erection slowly recurred in my crotch.

„I apologize.....I just ... I ....... don't even know where the problem is..... I was really preparing for your test...... But for the last few days ...... I've been having trouble concentrating....... there is something.... and I dont know what to do.......“ I told her with sadness in my voice.

„So you have a problem concentrating ?...... Yes? ...... And what exactly is this "something"?“ she asked me gently.

I can't answer her. Suddenly, I'm really ashamed in front of her. I feel like a little boy caught in the act. I realize how slowly I'm starting to blush.

/ What now ? I can't tell her I've been thinking about her hair all day..... She wouldn't understand it. In particular, I can't even explain it. I've never experienced this before...... So what now for God's sake? I am thinking about this situation.

I looked at her and her gaze disarmed me. Suddenly she is looking at me completely differently. I do not understand it. I'm starting to feel like her gaze is tempting me. I hear her sweet voice again. But the words that came out of her mouth surprised me.

„You know what? After school, stop by my office. Okay ? Let's talk about it.“ and a seductive smile appeared on her lips.

„Yes....... Miss Springfield.“ I stared at her stunned.

She didn't answer me, packed the documents she had on the table, and carefully lifted herself out of her chair. She fixed her skirt, picked up the collected documents, and headed for the door. As she walked right past me, I noticed how she looked at me discreetly. I'm starting to feel so weird about it all.

/ I thought she would only tell me the result and that would be the end of it..... Why is she so concern that I didn't pass this test? Why is she concern about me ? I'm so confused rigth now....... I don't understand what's going on.

Time passed so fast and the school ended. Now it's time to stop at Miss Springfield's office. I wonder what awaits me there. The whole time I thought about it and what actually happened in class. I walk down the hall, but at the same time I am looking at my phone. I didn't notice the person in front of me and I bump into him. I look better and notice the figure of a person I know very well. Son of the principal of this school. Mathew. Incredibly arrogant kid who thinks he is God at this school. I see him at lunch and watch him as he bully others. I wonder what will happen now. I do not have time or desire to talk to him.

„Hey, why you not watch where you going?“ an arrogant voice came from Mathew.

„Sorry.......“ I answered him without emotion.

„I do not care. Where are you going ? This is Miss Springfield's office.“ he answers me again with an unpleasant voice.

I didn't even notice I was at the end of the hall. Miss Springfield was temporarily given this room before the professors' office is avaiable. I wonder what he wants here?

„I have a meeting with her.“ I answered him.

I noticed Mathew glare at me, but suddenly a disgusting slimy smile formed on his lips.

„Ah.....of course. You are this student who was supposed to meet her today. I'm sorry dude, but she asked me to tell you that that's not possible right now. She has no time for you now. Stop by maybe tomorrow. Because I have a meeting with her today. So.......“ and he looks at me like a raffle winner.

„You have a meeting with her???? I am surprised.

„Yes..... Yes. .......So leave now, okay?“ he opened the door to her room and entered.

I stand there in front of the door surprised by what actually happened. After a moment of standing, I turned and began to move away from the teacher's door. I was basically leaving the school gates when I started thinking.

/ I can't believe she canceled our meeting like that..... I wondered why she wanted to meet after school when she doesnt have time for it........ Oh....... I guess I won't find out today. But Mathew just surprises me. What was he doing in front of her door? After all, this douche doesnt care about school or classes. What could he consult with her? I couldn't understand it.

But I also had a strange feeling. I don't like Mathew sending me away like that. I'd rather check it out and ask her in person. Maybe what he told me is not true. So I went back to school. I walk down the hall again and I'm almost at her door. I stand before the door, but then I heard voices. A kind of sighs. I noticed that the door was not completely closed, but slightly ajar. So I carefully put my ear to the door and tried to catch what was happening behind them. Since I didn't estimate my weight, I moved the door a little. I noticed two figures through a small slit. I can see them from profile. My breath just stoped now. Miss Springfield sits on a chair with her hair loose. Her black hair covered the back of the chair and that hair is even piled on the ground. The strands of her hair are gently wavy. Definitely because they've been in that French twist bun for so long. I remained in amazement and silence.

/ Is it even possible ? How can anyone have such long hair ???? She must have grown this hair all her life and I noticed I have an erection again.

Just like the first day I saw her. I don't believe what I see. But instead of admiring the miracle that appeared before me, I was interrupted by Mathew's disgusting voice.

„Mary, what did I tell you last time?...... To finally get a haircut....... But you still have this long hair. When will you have the hairstyle I asked of you???“ and I see Mathew moving behind the sitting teacher.

/ What the hell is this moron saying? What haircut???? What hairstyle????? You can not be serious right now!!!!! I feel blood flowing to my head.

But before I can analyze what I just heard, I see Mathew uncompromisingly put his hands in the teacher's hair. He carelessly digs his fingers deeper, moving his entire palm from the back of her head to her top. Her hair runs down his arms and he massages them without concern. He moves his fingers in all possible directions. The teacher sighs loudly. Eventually he collects the entire length of her hair and tries to accumulate it on top of her head. He squeezes them as if trying to put her hair in one place. But with this length of hair, he does not succeed at all. Her hair hangs from each side and even covers some of her face.

„Please........ Don't do bad things to my hair........ Try to be a little more gentle.“ teacher begs him.

Mathew doesnt listen to her at all. But it doesn't last long. He eventually puts his hands away from her head, but only for a moment. Her hair rolled in all directions. Most of the hair fell back behind the chair she was sitting on. Strands of her hair are now completely messed up. That will be from the squeezing that Mathew did.

„I told you. This is just too much hair, Mary.“ and he smiles like devil.

Now, with the fingers of both his hands, he collects all her hair behind her head again and tries to hold it in a ponytail. With his left hand he holds the hair close to her head and with the other hand he slides it little further, where he still holds this part of her black hair. Unexpectedly, however, he yank both of his hands, forcing the teacher to tilt her head back. She just exhales hard. Mathew approaches his head to her scalp and digs his nose into her hair. Meanwhile, he inhales her scent.

„And what about the shampoo I gave you? Hmmm ??? .....I can smell from your hair that you didn't use it at all.....“ he tells her arrogantly.

„I'm sorry, I'll use it today......... So please forgive me......“ the teacher answers him unhappily.

Mathew didn't answer her at all and let go of her hair. At the same time, the teacher took a deep breath and put her head back in its original position. My heart beats like never before. I want to stop this madness, but I can't move out of place. As if something wanted me to keep watching. Mathew stood beside the teacher and leaned closer to her face. His right hand caresses her hair on the left side of her head.

„I will not hide the fact that your hair excites me. This hair is so thick and silky. But it is unnecessarily long. And you know it.“ he tells her again in his disgusting voice.

„But I like this hair. I love the length!!! I don't want to get a haircut!!! Why don't you understand???! the teacher ask Mathew angrily.

Mathew punches teacher head weakly with his right hand. The hand with which he disgustedly stroked her hair. Now I watch Mathew pick up something from the drawer behind him. I look better and I can't believe my eyes. He holds a rope in his hands.

/ What the hell does he want to do with it now? I'm confused by the whole situation.

Mathew finally turned back toward the teacher and uncompromisingly moved her hands behind the chair she was sitting on.

„Please, that's enough........“ the sadness in her voice.

But Mathew completely ignores her. He squatted behind her and bind her hands together so she can't move now. Immediately after that he gets up. He then moves his left hand and places it on the top of her head. He leaned to her right ear.

"So far, I've only heard promises from you !!! But what you said a moment ago .. ...... I think it's time I solved it for you......“ Mathew voice sound like slimy snake almost whispering to her right ear.

I watch as the teacher trying to get out of the chair she is sitting on and break out of Mathew's grip. But her hands are tied behind the chair and he holds her head, so she is helpless to save herself. I watch him now as he lean carefully to her desk and take the scissors in his right hand. While his left hand is on top of her head. His right hand with scissors slowly approaching her hair around the neck. My eyes opened wide. Out of nowhere, I felt anxiety in my chest. It was as if someone had caught my heart and tried to stop it. I feel my head throbbing and fear seize me. I watch in disbelief as Mathew slowly puts the scissors to the teacher's head. It's dangerously close to her hair and I'm already sweating on my forehead. This tense situation could be cut with a knife.

"PLEASE DONT.......... !!!!!!" Miss Springfield screamed.

At this moment I finally recovered from the shock.

/ Enough already !!!!! I couldn't bear it anymore and I kicked the door with my left foot to open it properly. I entered the room and noticed that they were both surprised and looking in my direction.

„STEP AWAY FROM HER IMMEDIATELY !!!!" I growled at Mathew.

I looked at the teacher's face and I see not only an unreal fear, but she has pink and teary eyes. Mathew said nothing for a few seconds, but nevertheless finally spoke.

„Get lost..... Or I'll kick your ass.........“ he glared at me.

„I repeat it for the last time..... Get away from her. Otherwise I'll report you !“ I growled at him again.

„I can't believe my eyes..... Do you know who I am? I can do whatever I want in this school. Who would believe you?“ he laugh.

„For example, cops. Do you see this phone I'm holding in my hand? I filmed the whole incident..... I'll report to them that you attacked Miss Springfield ..... I don't think being the director's son will help you. An assault is an assault and with video evidence........ I am afraid that you are totally fucked, dude...“ and I smiled insidiously.

Mathew didn't say a word and nervously tossed the scissors he held in his hand on the table.

„Good boy...... And now untie the teacher and get out of here......“ I told him sharply.

I can't believe he listened to me. He leaned over the teacher and untied her hands. The teacher immediately put her right hand behind her hair and tried to throw it over her right shoulder. She began to caress gently the hair with both hands. She must have been afraid of the fear she had just experienced. Mathew finally walks slowly around me and casts the most hateful look at me.

„I'll get you for this. You heard me?“ he tells me angrily.

„Anytime.“ and I gave clear signal that I'm not afraid of him.

He finally left the room. I closed the door behind him. I went back to the teacher. She sat there, frightened, her hands carefully stroking her long black hair, which now hung in front over her right shoulder. I put my right hand on her left shoulder to make sure she is okay. But she winced and I didn't expect that. She surprised me.

„Excuse me. I didn't mean to scare you. But are you okay? Can I help you ?“ I ask her out of interest.

The teacher finally looked at me and I see sadness in her eyes and tears.

„Shouldn't we had a meeting after school? I was waiting......“ she told me, and as if I felt anger in her voice.

She carefully wipes her eyes with her hands to get rid of the accumulated tears. Now she looks like a scared little girl. It hurts me to see her like this. When I imagine that I could have intervened a long time ago and saved her from this humiliation. Blood is boiling inside me. I'm angry with myself. I wish I could turn back time. Now she must think I'm like Mathew. I should explain it to her.

„I know...... But I met Mathew in front of Your cabinet. He told me that you canceled our meeting. That you have meeting with him. I was so surprised, but at first I believed him. When I was outside the school it occurred to me that he is actually a delinquent and bully. He is not interested in school. Daddys son. So why would he has meeting with you?..... I.....I had bad feeling about it...... So I came back.“ I tried explain it to her.

Suddenly her gaze changed. I no longer see sadness in her either. Rather a relief.

„I'm really glad you came back.....“ she told me and I see a small smile on her full lips „ .......but now I need to go to the bathroom to get my hair fixed.“ and I watch her slowly get up from her chair.

I am enchanted by her beauty again. But now I have the opportunity to see her hair in full glory. I have to admit, her hair is quite thick. Completely covered part of the right side of her body. My eyes discreetly pointing down and after a while I realize one important thing. Since she is in high heels, her hair barely touches the ground. But if she was barefoot, the strands of her hair are definitly stroking the floor. Miss Springfield has black floor length hair. Incredible. As soon as she got up from the chair, I see she sprain her ankle and now she is falling towards the ground. I caught her instinctively and held her body close to me with both hands. Even though I'm dressed, I can feel her hair on my chest. We are both quiet and looking into each other's eyes. It's even more beautiful up close. Her full lips tremble lightly. Her light brown eyes hypnotize me. Eyes that express things without words. They shine slightly. Definitely from the tears she shed. I can feel her whole body trembles. It will be from the great strain she experienced a few minutes ago. In this close proximity I can smell the mixture of her perfume shampoo, but even sweat. The sweat must manifested on her scalp when Mathew played with her hair. I don't know how long we've been embraced like this, but after a while the teacher interrupts.

„Thank you, but you can let me go now.“ she told me tenderly.

I immediately recovered from the trance and answered her „Of course. Excuse me.“ and I let her go.

The teacher just smiled faintly and walked past me. I stayed to look at her desk. Thanks to that, the memories that are so fresh started to come back to me again. But I didn't enjoy them because I was interrupted again by the young woman's voice.

„Neil?“ she said sweetly.

„Yes?“ and I turned in her direction.

„Thank you for saving me ...... and my hair.... and......do you really have that video ?“ she asked me.

„No. I dont“ I smiled.

„Good.........“ She smiled at me back and look downt but she continued „..... and try to forget what you saw here today..... All right ?“ and she looked me straight in the eyes.

„All right.“ I confirmed it by nodding my head.

She smiled at me and looked down around my feet before turning away from me. I wondered why she did it. So I looked at the ground in front of me and that's when I noticed. My cock pushing in the crotch. It want to be free. I blushed right away.

„Fuck meeeee.....“ I exhaled hard.

Only a few days have passed since that incident. On one hand, I'm glad I'm not going to meet Miss Springfield. I would be ashamed in front of her. Fortunately, it's a holiday today. I'm lucky. That's why a party is in the center of this city. School party. This means that only students from my school can go there. At first, I didn't want to go at all. I'm not a party man. But my classmates convinced me. That we are already going to class together but they still don't know me at all. Supposedly a great opportunity to change that. So I agreed. Some of my classmates are already in the mentioned place. I'm just traveling with the rest. Guys from the class. We are sitting in the bus and we have a few more stops in front of us. They analyze all the way, who they want to meet there and wich girl they get. But then Peter starts talking about Miss Springfield.

„I wonder if she will be at that party. Despite the fact that she dresses so seriously, I have to admit that there is a piece of a real woman hiding under those clothes.“ Peter rubs his hands and smiles like an idiot.

„Guys, I have a rumor. I already know the reason why Miss Springfield left her previous school.“ Thomas turned serious.

Everyone fell silent and started looking at Thomas. Thomas then smiles and leaned more in our direction, as if trying not to let others hear it.

„She allegedly seduced students.... No wonder. She has a great figure. It just looks so seductive. Too bad she has this long hair on her head.... But maybe this also plays a role. I heard that she purposly provoked a professor through her appearance and hair. Maybe that's why she came to our school. She provoked the men there and the principal there didn't want her at school anymore.“ Thomas smiled.

The guys just nod and make it clear that they agree with what Thomas says. I didn't even start smiling. I got serious. Because I know what happened a few days ago. I didn't think the teacher was provoking anyone. Rather, I think that due to her appearance and especially the mane on her head, she gets into trouble. It never occurred to me that hair could excite someone so much. But since I met her, I have believed that I am not the only one struggling with such feelings.

/ Mathew is a clear proof of that. He played with her hair,... But he actually wants Miss Springfield to get a haircut!....... I hope it never happens I thought.

„And what if that's not the case?... But quite the opposite. They're bothering her.“ I said it out loud not realizing it.

„What did you say, Neil? You know something we don't?“ Peter asked me and the guys look at me in surprise.

I realized I had entered a minefield and now I need to get out of it. So I lied.

„I know nothing. It just occurred to me. That's all.“ and I turned away from them.

The guys didn't answer me anymore. They must think something else about it. But it doesn't matter anymore because we just came to our bus stop. The door on the bus opened and we got out. I thought that the journey would still take us a bit, but after a few tens of meters we came to the building where our school party is taking place. We moved inside where it's really warm. We went downstairs and before we moved to the room where the music was playing out loud, we first put down our coats. We are in line. The guys are having fun and suddenly on my back I feel a gentle knock. I turn around and there is a professor and my Miss Springfield, whom I was absolutely not expecting here. My pupils grew larger and I was stunned looking at her. After a moment of silence, a soft female voice came out.

„Hi......... Neil..............“ she said sweetly