There is a smell of heat in the air. The warmth of the old buildings that are around us. Mix of cold air and burnt wood. A light breeze blows through the dark street we are currently in and the buildings reflect the gentle knocking of the teacher's heeled shoes. We are in part of the old town, so the sidewalk is stacked with stones from medieval times. The teacher is still holding my hand and we are touching with our shoulders. She is so close to me that I can feel her warmth. I have to admit, it's quite cold outside. As we breathes, I notice fumes coming out of our mouths. Nevertheless, it is still winter and spring is slowly approaching. We're at the end of the street, but I don't see a Uber at all.

/ Where is he? Is he late? Or we came here too early? I'm thinking.

„That's weird.. According to the application the Uber was not far from us.. Did he canceled our route? I need to look into the app.“ teacher says and she let go of my right hand.

I notice the surroundings around us. Next to us is stacked stone fence with ornamental Iron for the city park. We are standing right in front of the stairs that point downwards. It serve as an entrance to this beautiful park, which is now not very visible. It is covered in darkness and is dimly lit by street lamps. But I must say that at night half of these stairs are unlit and one would not even notice that there is a slope with trees. Suddenly the teacher speaks.

„Um, of course...this Uber driver really canceled it. Oh well...another just accept, but it will take a while for him to get here...*sighs*...it is cold outside so we freeze a little...heh...“ the teacher laughed faintly at the last sentence.

We are standing right under the lamp next to stairs, entrance to the park. So again I have the opportunity to admire my teacher. She totally rocks with that burgundy turtleneck bodycon dress, black leather jacket and black leather heels above the knees. I probably didn't notice it before, but even though she wears high-heeled shoes, her height is actually lower than mine. Not much, but I believe without those shoes she is for sure smaller than me. And I still can't believe this person is my teacher. She looks so young. More as my classmate and not a profesor from my school. Now she's turned her back to me, so I can see her hair better and her gorgeous thick black hair ends are ligthly brushing her heels. But the teacher is going to do something I didn't prepare myself for.

„Mmmmmmm...“ she growls “OUCH...*Sigh*...WHY he is always so harsh????" the teacher hard exhale.

„What's wrong ?“ I ask in surprise.

„This rubber band bothers me... It is tangled too much in to my hair... So it's pulling my hair and that is pretty annoying! I need to fix it...“ she speaks so annoyed.

I watch her now as her hands reach behind her head where the black ponytail begin. Her fingers fight the tightly tangled elastic band in her hair. For a while she works carefully with her fingers. Probably she's trying to find a part of the rubber band that she can grab and hold. She find it and I have the opportunity to watch one of the most beautiful things in my life. With the fingers of her left hand, she stretches the rubber band to loosen it as much as possible so that she can slowly pull her hair out of the grip. A grip that holds her hair in this beautiful black ponytail. She carefully pulls and pulls her hair up first to free it. When she has almost one third pulled out, she stretches her right hand more to the right of her. Thanks to this movement, she pulled the entire length of her hair out. With her right hand, she let go of her gorgeous black hair, which, like a pendulum on a clock, goes back behind her back thanks to it weigth and the earth's gravity. Now her left hand is mirroring the movement and she does the same thing she did with her right hand. Her thick black hair move now to left side and she stretches her left hand so that the elastic band slides along the length of her hair. But her hair is so long that she managed to slide this rubber band only down to her tailbone. She moves this part of her hair in front of her with her left hand and help herself with her right hand. With her right hand she manage to get the rubber band out of her hair. With Her left hand she throw this freed hair behind her, which swayed slightly from side to side behind her back. An unreal picture that digs into my mind instantly.

/ Oh my God...What is she doing? I'm shocked.

„Ooohhh...finally...FREEDOM...“ the teacher exhaled with relief in her voice.

Once again my crotch feel restless. My cock reports its presence. My eyes widened. They will definitely fall out of the holes. I have a woman in front of me whose hair is reaching the ground. The black floor legth hair goddess. Miss Springfield, however, did not end her performance here. I watch her now as she dig her hands into the hair on the sides of her head. She carefully start to toss her hair. Her hair strands move through the air and the scent of the shampoo spreads around. The hair bounce gently behind her back and it makes me restless. I must admit the fact that this scenery excites me. Again I have the urge to touch her hair. I feel as if someone has possessed me and I lost control over himself. As I approached the teacher, I carefully stretched my arms out in front of me. I'm really getting close to her back so I'll soon be able to bury my fingers in her unreal black hair. To once again feel her silky hair on my skin. Suddenly I heard an unexpected sounds. I turned in the direction it was coming from and realized that someone was approaching us. That sound was getting louder and louder. It's the sound of people running down the street. I don't see anyone at the moment but I quickly turn back towards the teacher. I don't hesitate and grabbed her from behind. I picked her up and moved to the darkness by the stairs without thinking.

„HEEEEY...What ar...“ she is surprised and want to speak, but I immediately placed my right hand on her mouth.

I hold her and she's more on the left side of my body so I can see where I'm stepping. I feel the softness of her hair on my body and a little on my face, but I try not to think about it at the moment. There is no time after that. In this darkness, I wade through the wet grass. I can't see where I'm going at all, but I'm trying to get as close as possible to the first tree near us. She is slightly struggling in my arms so it is difficult for me to walk, but we made it to that nearest tree. That is why I release the teacher from my grasp and put my hand away from her mouth. The teacher immediately turned towards me.

„WHAT A...memmuhm...“ she just mumbled again because I immediately put my left hand on her mouth again.

„SHHhhhhh“ I hush and have my right pointing finger to my lips.

Even though we are almost in the dark, I can still see her eyes. It shows fear and confusion now. I put my right hand away from my mouth and looked towards the stairs and the entrance we were standing while ago.

„I have an idea...“ I whispered.

I grab her by the shoulders with both of my hands and pushed her to the side. To turn her back exactly to the stairs. The teacher has her hair down to the ground and therefore covers her entire back and legs. We are also lucky, because this hair is really black and thus merges with our surroundings. It's completely dark here.

„Neil???“ her pleading voice.

„SShhh ... Someone is coming... please spread your hair so that you cover your entire back and legs, Miss Springfield.“ I whisper to her.

„What??? she ask in confusion.

„DO IT!!...Please...“ I have to raise my voice while whispering so the teacher can understand me.

I look her straight in the eyes to make her realize that I'm dead serious. She is staring at me. She eventually nodded discreetly and does exactly what I just asked her to do. She quickly grabbed the strands of her hair along the sides of her hair length with her fingers. She carefully spread them over her shoulders so that she hid completely in her own hair. Then I feel her fingers on my chest as they carefully grab my jacket. She carefully adjusted her face so that I could admire her beauty. Her sensual eyes, in which I always get lost. Her full lips shake gently. I just don't know if from winter, fear or both. She looks so innocent and sweet. It draws me into her hypnosis again. But then someone really ran to the place where we were standing recently. My breathing normally stopped. I can feel as the teacher has pressed harder against my chest.

„Where the fuck did they go?...BASTARDS !!!! ARGH...“ the first guy scream.

„FUCK THIS...We'll find him...dont worry dude...after all...we know where he goes to school...Pussy as bitch...“ the other speaks completely breathlessly and spits.

/ Swine...You're lucky I'm protecting Miss Springfield now. Otherwise, I would kick your asses it boils in my head.

„And what about Mathew?...Shouldn't we go back to him?” speak the firt guy.

„Mathew? Fuck him...he can take care of himself...but if I only knew what he was up to...“ exhaled the second guy.

I don't see them at all because I have a teacher in front of me, who actually obscures the view with her head. Since we're down the hill, she's taller than me now. I carefully bring my left hand closer to her head. Peripherally I watch as the teacher noticed this. She watches what I'm doing right now. I'm at the right side of her head. With my fingers, I carefully touch the strands of her hair near her right ear. I push them towards her so I can see the two better.

„I really dont see them...Let's go home man...There is a bus station so we can take the night bus....“ says first guy.

„Yeah...Lets go...“ speak second guy.

I hear their steps moving away from us and continuing down the street. We are not moving yet. I'm waiting for silence again. The silence to let us know we're safe now. I don't know how long we stood there, but I was finally able to breathe. I looked at the teacher. With my fingers, I carefully put her hair away from her shoulders so that it would be behind her back again.

„Ufff...They finally left...*sighs*...we were lucky...I can't believe this actually worked...heh“ I smile faintly.

„Yeah...that was really scary...“ the teacher whispers I almost don't understand her.

We look at each other for a while. There was an awkward silence again, just like at a party. I have to say something.

„We should go back to the sidewalk. Uber hasn't arrived yet, but we should be at the chosen place and wait for him there.“ I say and want to move but teacher stopped me.

„Please...wait...I am sorry Neil, but...I need to get my hair up...you know...I should not leave it like this...my hair ends are touching the ground and I don't want them to get dirty on this wet grass...so...Can you wait a little, please ?“ the teacher asks me pleadingly.

„Yes...Sure...Of course...Why not?“ and I turn back to Miss Springfield.

„Thank you.“ she smiled sweetly.

I watch discreetly as she puts her hands around her neck, tossing her hair little again with her fingers and palms. Finally, she accumulate this mass of hair right between her index fingers and thumbs. Then she uses both of her hands to get this hair to one spot behind her head. She changes hands and it looks like she's stroking her hair. But in fact, she tries to keep all of her hair strands in one place. Her hair is thus again in the shape of a ponytail. But she doesn't put the rubber band back in her hair. Suddenly she began to spin that mass of hair in one direction. Her hair is now twisted. I can't look at her. It never happened to me. Her long hair is just so exciting and I feel like I'm losing control of my feelings. I slightly turn my head away from her and close my eyes. I walk by her and heading back to the sidewalk by the stairs. I am trying to think of anything else. Especially since I'm again excited and I have a hard cock.

„Neil?“ she asks me in surprise.

„Uummm...I'm just....I go back on the sidewalk...May...be...Uber is already waiting for us?“ my voice trembles, knowing that I am lying to her.

„Wait for me, please...“ her soft voice echoes behind me.

I'm back on the street under a lamp, a place where we were almost caught by Mathew's henchmen. In a few seconds later a Miss Springfield caught up with me. She's just finishing her hair creation on her head. Beautiful bun again, almost exactly the same as the one she had at the party. Only this time a large hairpin holds this black bun together.

/Oh...That was fast...I thought it would take her some time to get her hair done...Probably years of experience with such long hair I watch her with surprised expression on my face.

She is standing close to me. I look at her profile and must admit that her bun is really bulky. It's not as big as her head, but enough for everyone to instantly notice it. I still can't understand how someone is able to grow such long hair. It's an incredible beauty and I'm glad to witness this in real life. The sound of the engine from the car interrupts me in admiring my teacher.

„He's finally here!!“ the teacher speaks with joy and is getting closer to the back door of the Uber car.

„Great...I'll wait until you get in that car...I'll make sure you're safe, and then I'll go home by bus. And don't worry about me...I'll be safe...“ I say to her.

„WHAT???...No way.... you are injured...and those boys are trying to take revenge on you... What if they're waiting around the corner? ...Hm?...*sighs*... and it's mainly my fault. I can't let you go home like this... so get in the car...“ Miss Springfiled speaks and her seriousness is reflected on her face too.

I look at her and see that she really means it. So I don't protest more. I nodded softly, agreeing with her and walking to the car as well. The teacher opens the door and gives me a sign to get in first. I'm surprised, but I see that she doesn't give me space to argue with her. I lean little and get in the back seats and move a little further to the center. The teacher gets in too and closes the door behind her. The older man's hoarse voice behind the wheel speaks to us.

„Miss...Mary?“ he ask.

„Yes.“ she answers him gently.

/ Mary???...Well...of course....Completely slipped my mind...My teacher's first name is Mary...I'm used to addressing her as Miss Springfield. It wouldn't even occur to me to call her by first name I'm thinking to myself.

The car start to move. The driver didn't even ask where to take us. Uber knows where the teacher lives because she already has a default home address in the application. We have been traveling for some time. Street lighting is reflected throughout the vehicle's interior. The radio is playing in the background and I think it's playing similar style of music as the ones at the party. It's quite warm in this car and it makes me a little sleepy. Stress, strain, adrenaline and even alcohol affect me. But suddenly I feel the teacher snuggle closer to me. I feel her weight on my right shoulder as she leans against me. Her head gently touches my face and the silky strands of her hair are on my skin again.

/ Why are you doing this to me ???? GOD.....please....Give me some strength here.....this woman is really testing my desire here...Her hair is soft and the scent of her shampoo electrifies me so my cock hardens... And that's not good at all my mind is screaming.

I lean little forward to speak with her. When I looked at her face, I found out why she is doing this. Her eyes are closed and even weak breathing indicates that she is napping. Her face is turn more towards me. Maybe because her big bun is in the way and she cant really press her head towards the back seats. I'm smiling at her. She looks so cute during her sleep. I don't want to wake her up. This evening is one big carousel of special and unexpeted events. She must be exhausted from the stress Mathew had prepared for her. If not for my classmates, tonight she would have lost her very long hair. I'm so happy that he did not succeed. But I notice that my eyes are also closing from exhaustion so I took a little rest too. After about half an hour of travel, we arrive at the place where the teacher lives.

„We're here.“ the taxi driver says again in his hoarse voice.

It immediately woke both of us up. The teacher rubbed her eyes carefully, looked at me first, then at the driver and then begin to open the car door.

„Thank you, sir.“ the teacher answers in a sleepy voice.

I slowly slide on the back seat to get to the door when the driver speaks to me unexpectedly.

„Hey... Your girlfriend is really beautiful. I envy you.“ he looks at me through the rearview mirror in the car and shows me thumbs up.

„She is no...Thank you.“ I agree with him even though I know that's not true.

„You are welcome young man. Enjoy rest of the night.“ the driver is smiling.

I get out of the car and close the door behind me. The driver is not waiting for anything and continues on his way to a new customer. I look around to see where we are. I've never been to this neighborhood before. Or at least I don't recognize it here in the darkness. Based on the shape of the houses, I think this is completly a new neighborhood. New buildings. They look quite modern, so I believe that the price of apartments or rent here will not be cheap.

„Neil... This way.“ Teacher is looking at me with a small smile on her lips and she gesture with her hand to follow her.

I obediently follow like a little puppy. On the left side are built terraced houses. White as snow and the roof terraces have glass wooden fencing. It looks great. I have to admit, I like it here. Suddenly the teacher changes direction and walks along the sidewalk to the entrance for these houses. As soon as we approached the door of her house, an entrance light automatically lit up above us. She looks for the keys in the pockets of her black leather jacket. She found them and swiftly unlocked the front door. We go inside and I was immediately overwhelmed by the flaws of the wonderful fresh scent. Feminine scent. Just like my teacher. We are standing in a narrow alley now. A room that is for storing coats and shoes. On the left of me there is even a shoebox which it is possible to sit on.

„Please take off your jacket and your shoes as well.“ Teacher speaks to me who has already put off her jacket.

She sits on hallway shoe-changing bench and begin to unzip her black leather shoes with heels. She gradually pulls her legs out of them and puts her shoes beside the bench. As soon as she got up I noticed another crucial thing under this bright light. This burgundy turtleneck bodycon dress really suits her and her body with curves stand out. I look at her chest and only now do I realize that my teacher actually has big breasts. They are not huge but it is possible she is wearing a pushup bra. Her body is so seductive.

„Come in.“ she tells me sweetly and slowly moves to the next room in front of us.

She is moving away from me and I have the opportunity to admire her background as well. Her perfectly shaped butt. Her appearance drives me nuts. I'm following her to living room. It is relatively large room. I see an armchair and a large L-shaped couch in front of me. A classic small table is in front this big couch.

„For now, please sit on the couch. I'll go and bring a first aid kit and then we'll look at your wounds...All right?“ the teacher speaks to me and I see interest in her eyes.

„Right.“ I smiled weakly and headed for the couch to sit down.

I'm sitting on the couch and looking around the room I'm in now. The walls of this living room are not completely empty. There is something hanging on each wall. Paintings, ornaments and some other things. Although I don't understand these this kind of things it looks nice. I turn my head to my left and notice a chest of drawers. Right next to this large couch. There is photo frame on it. Even one larger hang on the wall. Above this chest of drawers. So I get up and walk around the part that actually forms the letter L for this big couch. I'm standing in front of the chest of drawers and on the wall I notice the diplomas that Miss Springfield received for her studies. That is why she can be a pedagog teacher at my school.

Right below this diplomas I see a large frame with big photo. Miss Springdield is on it. My heart beats just like the first day I saw her. She is wearing exactly the same outfit. Only on this photo she also wears a reading glasses. Her beautiful smile radiates enthusiasm and joy. She is holding proudly the diplomas. She also has her hair in a French twisted bun. Her appearance in this picture is so mature. Now I don't see the girl from today's party at all. Now I look down and see two photo frames on this chest of drawers. On the left is a photo of her parents. They look likeable. They must be definitely proud of their daughter. On the right is a photo frame that quickened my heartbeat. I immediately took it in my right hand because I can't believe what I see.

/ NO...WAY... my eyes widen.

Miss Springfield is only in beige swimsuit. Which is consists of two parts. She's sitting on a rock somewhere in nature. Near a lake I guess. There is visible water in front of this rock she sits on. Her lightly tanned body with beige swimsuit makes her even more attractive for me. I'm losing my breath here. Her swimsuit is attached with a lace behind her neck and covers only the sides of her large round natural breasts. This type of swimsuit creates an incredible neckline. I knew the teacher wasn't wearing tangerines under her clothes, but I didn't expect this. She looks like a goddess. I'm losing my mind here. I look better at the photo and realized that in addition to her seductive body, she has her black super long hair loose. I look at her face and her head is slightly tilted back and she has a seductive look. She is looking at me with her beautiful light brown eyes and her full lips are a slightly parted. With her fingers she is stretching her soft black hair upward over her head. Even her hair looks to be wet and wavy. My cock is pushing me in my pants. It's uncomfortable because it has no space.

/ Now I am done... I'm no longer be able to look at her and accept the fact... she is actually my teacher... FUCK...What should I do now? I feel my heart aching as if someone is squeezing it.

I realized that I fell in love with my teacher. Her appearance makes me tempted. This picture really excites me to such an extent that I immediately put it back on the chest of drawers. Because if I keep looking at her I'll definitely cum into my underwear. So I close my eyes to calm myself down but I still have her image projecting im my mind. I just can't stay with my wooden cock in my pants. This time she will notice it without even trying because my hardness is really visible on my crotch. Suddenly I hear footsteps so I immediately jump back on the couch and sit down. I don't want her to see me like this. She came out from behind the wall. I watch her and see that she is holding a first aid kit in her left hand and a plastic bottle of clear water in her right. She looks at me and a small smile appears on her face.

„I'm sorry it took me so long, but I was looking for this first aid kit... I was afraid I didn't have it... Heh“ the teacher laughed faintly at the last sentence.

„That's OK“ I smile.

She sits next to me on my right side and opens the box of this first aid kit. She selects items such as a bandage, band-aid, small disinfectant in a glass bottle and cotton wool. She places them on the table in front of us. She turns towards me and I see her eyes mapping my face and checking my injuries. She turns back to the table and she first open the bottle with water. She attaches the cotton wool to the opening of this bottle. Then she turns it upside down so that the cotton wool soaks up the water. She set the bottle back on the table. Turns back to me and cleans the right side of my face with careful movements. As soon as she touched me, I flinch my head a little.

„„I know...I know...“ teacher speaks to me gently.

After a while, she puts the used cotton wool away from my face. She repeats the process, but this time with disinfection. Once the cotton wool is soaked with the liquid she looks at me and smile softly.

„You have a fairly large bruise on your right cheeck and around the mouth. It is possible that it will sting... So I apologize in advance.“ teacher tells me.

This time she puts a soaked cotton ball with dezinfection on my right cheek and I writhed in pain.

„

AAAAAhhh...IT STINGS!!! ...SHIT!!!!!“ I wrinkle my brows.

„I know but I have to clean it up for you. If I don't treat it, the wound will get infected and it will be even worse... So stay calm and don't move so much... please“ she speak with concern in her voice.

Unintentionally, I spontaneously grabbed her right arm with my right hand. I wanted to put that hand away from my face. In the end, I just held it and tried not to squeeze her much. I don't want to hurt her. I know she's just trying to help me. She didn't react at all and continued to clean my wounds on my face. After a while she stopped. I exhaled and let go of her hand.

„I have to admit... that it was truely unpleasant...I feel my teeth hurt on that side.“ I tried to smile.

„Poor thing...here...I think this will help you...“ teacher speak to me in a foxy voice.

I don't know what she wanted to do but something unexpected happened. I want to look at her, but suddenly I feel her lips on mine. It is not a regular kiss but rather a small peck. We instantly move away from each other. I notice a big surprise in her light brown eyes. Her full lips are a parted. I don't think she expect this either. We're both breathing like we've run recently and our heartbeat hasn't settled yet. I see a shade of pink on her face and she has a nervous look. I can see that she gradually begins to panic.

„Uuuumm... I...I... I should...I'd better take these things away...You know... I am sorry...“ she stutters and quickly rises from the couch.

„Please wait!!“ I grab her left hand to stop her from running away from me.

She looks at me and I can clearly see that she is in distress. On my palm I feel she is shaking. I gently stroke her skin with my thumb to reassure her that I don't want to hurt her. But I don't want her to leave like this either. I know that we are already crossing the line. The relationship between student and teacher. Forbidden desire. I'm trying to find a reason for her to stay with me. In the end, I came up with a topic that we would eventually have to discuss.

„Please donť go... I know...I...I understand the situation here...and I'm not expecting anything from you... it is just...one thing wont leave me calm ...so....I want to ask you.“ I speak with interest in my voice.

„Yes?“ she is surprised.

„I didn't want to talk about this...about him... but... it bothers me a lot... It starts from that day I was a witness at school...and today too...so...Why do you let Mathew terrorize you like that???...I mean...It doesn't seem right to me...“ I look at her with serious eyes.

She doesn't say anything for a moment. I see astonishment on her face. Maybe because I'm unexpectedly asking about Mathew. Suddenly she start to smile.

„You really don't know, do you?“ she looks at me.

I'm surprised by her question, but I really don't know. It bothers me. After all this fucking bastard wants to deprive her of this crown of beauty. Her amazing super long hair, which makes me completely crazy and I can't sleep peacefully at nights. I shake my head little to get her know that I don't know. She sadly smiles at me.

„I am not sure if I should tell you this... but....I know you actually saved me... Twice already...heh... Thanks to you... I still have hair on my head... so you deserve to know...I think it will be fair to tell you my story. The story I told only my close bestfriend...“ she answers me so tenderly.

I let go of her hand and watch her turn away from me and move to a armchair near the couch. While she is sitting in that chair I'm looking at her head now. She still has her hair in a big bun and it still protrudes majestically from behind her head. She exhales weakly and begins to talk.

„The whole story with Mathew starts when I actually came to school as a new teacher for pedagogy. When I first met him I knew he is the son of the headmaster of our school. But he wasn't like that from the beginning. He was rather...polite. He even gave me harmless compliments. But that only lasted for the couple of days...Then he later became more courageous and start to talk about my hair a lot... Not that it bothers me or anything... I'm actually used to it. I get a lot of attention because of this hair...It always attracted men...But no men in my life went this far...not even in previous school...“ she speaks with sad in her voice but continue.

„...He began to be significantly intrusive. He just kept asking me if he could touch my hair...Sayed stuff like...Why I resist so much...It's just not a big deal... Then later he kept suggesting things he want to do with my hair....and... that I would definitely like it...“ she says it with disgust on her face but again continue her story.

„I was shocked...Of course... I politely rejected him ...everytime...but eventually...over some time...I finally told him...that I understood his kink for my hair, but that I'm not interested...and...He was so offended by it...*sigh*...What I didn't expect... will be his reaction...“ she speaks with teary eyes.

„Did he hit you??“ I ask her with horror in my eyes.

„No...that day he left with anger...But the next day he did something I won't forget for the rest of my life.“ she says embarrassed and turns her head away from me.

„What???“ I ask in a whisper even though I think I already know the answer.

The teacher took a deep breath and immediately exhaled. She doesn't talk for a moment. I feel like she's searching for the strength to continue her story. I sit patiently. Waiting for what she will reveal to me next.

„That day...I wasn't supposed to teach any class. I came to school just to pick up a few things. I was in my office and was behind a desk... then Mathew came...*sighs*....And we were there alone...I knew why he came... but I didn't pay any attention to him...and that was my mistake...I was paying attention to my notes. Then suddenly I felt a touch on my head...Before I realized what was happening... He held me tightly on the sides of my head and something was pushing into my bun... After a few seconds, I realized it was his face. I wanted to get out of his grip, but it was no use. He really held me tight. Then he unwrapped my bun and did whatever he wanted to my hair..... All the annoying things he suggested to me...“ she stops and her lips are quivering.

I see she's shaking. Her arms are crossed over her as if to protect herself from attack. I feel her sadness in her every spoken word. Therefore, I do not hesitate and immediately move closer to her to show my support. I carefully place my hand on her thigh so as not to scare her. That's the last thing I want. As I touched her thigh and the teacher just looked peripherally at my hand. She immediately lays hers on mine and holds my palm firmly. She continues to talk.

„The most worst part is...oh God...I don't even know if I should tell you...It's so humiliating.“ I watch her as she is trying to hold back her tears.

„Its okey...You don't need to force yourself...I understand...“ I try to calm her down with my voice.

„He even...*hick*...He even went so far... as he licked my scalp and hair with his disgusting tongue...*sob*...He was holding me so strongly...So I cried, screamed and even begged him but he didn't listen to me...I had to wait until he stopped... When he was finally finished... my whole hair was wet from his saliva...*sob*...I almost lost my mind that day...*sob*...“ her voice trembles and tears run down her cheeks.

/ I can't believe what I'm hearing here... Mathew is a sick guy...Disgusting pervert...Honestly... I want to kill him right now for what he did to her... Licked her hair ???...I know he has a thing for cutting her hair... but this is horibble...poor Miss Springfield...How could he do that to her? my mind is furious and my blood is at a boiling temperature.

But no matter how angry I am. I also realize another thing here. That he is not the only one with this kind of fetish. After all, I also think of Miss Springfield at nights. And I don't just imagine playing with her long hair. So now I actually realize that I am a sick person too. Just like a Mathew. A boy who longs not only for her, but especially for her mane. But until I get completely lost in my own suffering, the teacher continues.

„When it was all over... And I recovered from the shock... He told me that he knew the reasons why I transferred school... He secretly listened to his father's conversations with the school board... So if I don't do what he wants... He will tell everyone at school and also about this incident. He will claim that I was the one seducing him... So in the end I had no choice but to submit to him...“ she exhaled hard.

„Fucking bastard!!!“ I spat out with anger.

„...I ran home that day and I washed my hair all night. I used the whole bottle of shampoo just to get rid of his disgusting saliva and feeling he caused me....For few days I couldnt come to school because of this... Afer that incident he stopped coming to my office... I was... so glad and relieved... and I thought that since he had already achieved what he wanted... He would no longer bother me...“ she looks down at our holding hands and squeezed my palm.

I didn't tell her anything. With my thumb on my right hand, I wiped away a tear that run down her cheek and let her continue. To tell me her story further. I need to know everything.

„...but few weeks later he came with a magazine and there was this model with short hair...my heart stop at that moment...According to him, I look very much like that model and I should get a haircut like her...He really insisted on this idea because according to him my hair is too long and I am provoking others students... but I managed to convince him...that if I can keep my hair long...I would let him play with it... sadly...It only lasted for a next few days... and... you already know the rest of this story...“ she looked at me with her teary eyes.

I'm looking at her and when I see her in this state I also want to cry. If I only knew. What my beloved teacher is going through. I feel my emotions take over me and I speak to her in a shaky voice.

„I never imagined... that this situation is so serious...that you are in this danger... I know he is a piece of work... but this....I don't know what he has on you and what your secret is... but still...that can't be a reason for letting him do this to you... You can't be blackmailed by him like that..... Treat you this way. He's a complete idiot and moron.... Sick bastard..... A pig that I will kill RIGHT ON THE SPOT AS SOON AS HE GETS INTO MY HANDS!!!“ I am almost shouting.

„Neil??“ she looks at me in surprise.

„And most importing thing...Don't ever listen to his bullshits...because...your hair is amazing...It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life... It is...so long and black...It has its quality and density... The mane that needs to be taken care of... So why would someone ever want to do bad stuff to it??... If you give me a chance...I would prove to you...I would...I...“ and I immediately stop talking.

My eyes widen and I realized what I want to said to her right now. That I want to touch her hair too. That I would be gentle. I wouldn't be doing stuff like what Mathew did. I would show her that I like her hair. I really care about her. But right now she certainly doesn't care what I want for her or her hair. This woman in front of me is telling me this sad story. An experience she will never forget in her life. As a certain man bothers her by having this perversion for her hair. He did disgusting things to her that she certainly wont forget. And right now I want to tell her my ideas of what if. I immediately let go of her hand and move back on the couch. I can feel the temperature rising on my face. She must think I'm the same as him. I turn away from her so she can't see my face right now. Face full of shame.

„Neil??...What did you just say?“ she speaks with surprised look on her face.

Because of this shame I don't have the courage to look in her direction. Just now I revealed to her my biggest secret. My desire for her hair. I think she knew something was off but maybe only now she fully realize it. That I have the same fetish for hair.

„Neil?...You...You like my hair?" she asks me.

„Ye...Yes.“ I answer her but I still don't look at her.

„So...You really want to touch my long hair, don't you?...Does it excite you?“ she keeps asking me.

I don't want to answer her. I sit in silence and wanting to disappear now. Or just wait that the teacher gets tired of it and stops asking me this uncomfortable questions. In that stress, I didn't even notice that she had moved closer to me. Suddenly I feel her fingers on my chin and she slowly turn my head towards her. I get lost in her light brown eyes again. Eyes that say so much. I see a real interest in them.

„Neil? You have a thing for my hair too, right?“ she is looking right into my soul.

„„I...I...don't...Ye...Yes...Yes I have...“ I answer in shame and lower my head.

„And is it the same... thing... as Mathew has?“ she ask me and her voice is serious.

„NO...I would never hurt you...Miss Springfield...“ I shake my head in denial.

She is looking at me for a while and I see as life gets back in to her eyes again. Her face glows with positive energy. She puts her hands carefully on my face and slowly start to leans towards me.

„That's good.“ she whispered, closing her eyes and she kiss me gently.

I'm in shock right now. I can't believe it. After all what happened a few seconds ago. I'm sitting on the couch with my teacher and we kiss each other. Gentle kisses. I notice that she start to put her hands behind my neck. Her right hand is caressing back of my head. This way she is kind of hugging me and slowly tilts her head to her right side. I'm mirroring her move too. I hold her hips to maintain our stability. Her kisses excite me so much that I push her more towards me and I have the opportunity to feel her big breasts on my chest. We kissed for a while and we both seemed to forget that breathing is also important. We both stop and lean our foreheads together. We both got a little smile on our faces.

„You really want to play with my hair?“ she speaks to me with tenderness.

„Absolutely.“ I smile and kiss her again.

„Okay then...but wait here please...I'll just go change into something more comfortable and bring some things. All right ?“ she smiles at me and snuggles up my left cheek.

„I'm not going anywhere. I will wait for you...always.“ I whisper to her.

She looks at me with love in her eyes and gives me a kiss on my left cheek. She move away from me, lift herself up from the couch and took from the table first aid kid she had brought earlier. She looked in my direction for the last time and I can see a sedusive smile on her lips. When she actually left the room I lean more on the couch backs and put my palms on my face to cover it.

/ Is this real?...Or did I fall asleep on the couch at her house... and I only dream all of this? I hard pinched my left cheek / OUCH...FUCK...This is not a dream...not at all... It's a real deal...My goodness gracious... I'm at the teacher's home and she will soon give me an opportunity I didn't even hope for my mind is going to explode.

About fifteen minutes later she returns back to the living room. My heart is beating fast again. This way I will definitely have a heart attack. She really changed into more home clothes. She is wearing now a really light yellow drop shoulder crop sweatshirt and jogger pants set. She looks so stunning in this oufit. I really like this crop type shirt. It shows her bare fit stomach. Since this crop sweatshirt has a thick rubber band, it looks like the teacher is wearing a covered bra with long sleeves. I feel my blood pressure rise. And the way her butt with legs are form in those jogger pants. She is trully a divine woman.

I noticed a change on her head too. Apparently she adjusted her hair. She no longer has a bun, which stands majestically behind her head. Her black bun is still behind her head, but a little lower now. I don't even see a hairpins in it. I wonder how it holds together. She holds some combs in her hands. She puts those things on the table. One big wooden comb that looks expensive and a small pink brush. Probably for combing small tangles on her hair. Finally, she sits back on the couch. She looks straight at me and leans a little more towards me. I see a calm expression on her face. As if nothing had happened at all.

„I've brought some things we might want to use...but... Promise me only one thing now... That you'll try to be gentle...Okay?“ and she is looking at me with interest.

I just nodded and watched as the teacher turned her back to me. Her head is pretty close. I have a black bun in front of me which now pushes blood into my cock. This bun looks massive. But it's completely different from the ones I'm used to. It looks like a ball of hair. It is clear to me that this bun must have its weight. I move even closer to the teacher. When I'm so close to her, I notice that a pretty thick strand of hair is sticking out of the bun. I carefully take this strand of her hair between my fingers and rub it on my skin. I stroke it with the fingers of both hands. As I stroke it I notice that I'm actually pulling this strand of hair out of this bun more and more. My heart is beating and I can feel an erection in my underwear.

/ I wonder if this hair strands are actually her hair ends I am thinking and that's why I'm shifting my attention back to her bun.

I move my hands very carefully and place them on this crown of her beauty. My fingers are shaking. As soon as I touch her hair I feel my cock throb. I gently stroke the volume of this massive bun with my fingers. Even if I wanted it I am not able get her whole bun between my hands. It is so big. My sensations and emotions are at full speed now. I dreamed over this for so long. Her hair is so soft and silky at same time. Because of this I'm afraid I sprayed a little cum into my underwear.

/ Oh my god...I am so horny right now...and I haven't even started yet my mind is going crazy.

„You nervous??“ she asks me gently.

„Y...Ye...Yeah.“ I stammered.

„Hihi...I can feel it through my hair...that your fingers are trembling...“ she giggled.

I continue to move my fingers over this bun more to the back of her head. I dig my fingers into the place where this bun has its beginning. With my fingers I carefully grab the part of strands of her hair that wrap this hair into this bun. I slowly pull them out towards me and I feel the bun start to loosen. As I disrupted her bun the gravity began to work and slowly start to slide down her neck and now is between her shoulders on her back . But her hair is still wrapped in that bun. I see that this hair will not unwrap by itself. That's why I try to help it with my fingertips. In few seconds her still twisted hair falls on the couch.

/ There is no hairpins at all...WOW...What a technique... I am amazed about this fact.

My heart rate is accelerating. I unwind her twisted hair with my fingers and try to spread it all over her back. In the background I hear the teacher moans. This hair has its volume. When I am looking at her hair and it is combination of straight and wavy hair at the same time. I insert my fingers back into her hair and I touch it carefully. I stroke this hair with my fingers in alternating mode from back of her head to her waist. Trying to be careful not to pull it. My cock throb again and I feel like I'm getting to my climax. I start breath fast and therefore I close my eyes quickly. I'm trying to calm myself down. I stop for a second because I don't want to soil my underwear with cum. My salvation because the teacher interrupts me. She suggests something I only dreamed of.

„I have an idea...you're stroking my hair with only your fingers...and...I really like it...but it is always good to use the brush as well...U know?...So please take that wooden comb off that table, okay?“ the teacher tells me and point towards the table.

„Um...Okay...“ I tell her surprised.

I leaned over the table and picked it up. As I straightened I want to turn to her back. The teacher has other plans. She put her left hand behind her hair. The back of her hand slid across the width of her hair, gathered it and threw it over her left shoulder. She got up a little on the couch and adjusted her jogger pants. She remained seated but her upper body turned to the right towards me.

„Can you lean more on that cushion?“ she ask me.

„Yeah...sure...“ I do as she asks me but I'm confused.

I watch her as she is checking the distance between us. She's moving a little further away from me. She holds part of the length of the hair with her left and right hand and lifts it slightly above her head. Suddenly she began to lean back. Exactly halfway, she tossed her hair in the air and let it go. My heart stopped beating. I see it with my eyes as a slow motion movie. Her black super long hair is flying in the air in front of me. Much of the hair strands land on my crotch. The rest landed next to me on part of the couch. Since she has floor length hair the rest of hair hangs down from the couch and maybe even is touching the floor. I'm so horny. What is not a good part is the fact that her head is close to my cock. I hope I just don't pulse my cock and start to hit her head. Again she puts her left hand behind her head and with the back of her hand she little stretch it. She looks at me and I see pleased smile on her lips.

„You can brush my hair now...“ and her eyes radiates positivity.

I exhale weakly and wonder into which hand I should put this wooden comb. I can't comb her hair with my right hand. Because top of her head is facing the left side from me. That is why I took the brush in my left hand and place it on her forehead. A place where her hair is growing.

„If I pull your hair...please... just tell me, okay?“ I smile and caress her left cheek with my right hand.

„Um...hm...“ she just hum and it is her answer she understands me.

I carefully begin to move this comb and watch as her black hair gather among the bristles. As I move the comb further along the length of her hair. I see how this hair begins to stretch more. I repeat this process on every part of her hair. Since it is a really high-quality comb the strands of her hair do not get stuck in it. Sometimes it happens but I shake my wrist a little and they fall back on the rest of her hair. My every movement with this comb excites me more and more. During this process I observe the entire length of her hair as it lies on not just my crotch and leg. Especially the part that lies on the couch. Some strands of her hair are over each other and are differently twisted. In this state it looks as if her hair is tousled. Not every strand of her hair is even the same length. But it is not immediately recognizable. Her hair is actually relatively thick and especially black. You will notice it when combing this hair. Now I would like to stretch her hair more so I can see the full length. I look at the teacher's face and she has eyes closed and gently bites her lower lip. By concentrating on her hair all the time, I didn't even notice that the teacher was moving inconspicuously on this couch. With her whole body. She has her left hand over her chest and her fingers squeeze the right side of her big breast.

/ Is she excited...because of brushing her hair?...Is she really enjoying this ?...But I thought...I thought it would be only one man show... that it wouldn't be even possible because of her trauma... I'm so confused now I feel that my crotch is even more restless.

I take the comb off her hair and put it on the couch. Then I put my fingers from right hand to her forehead and with fingertips i gently start to scratch her hair on entire scalp. And again and again. This sensations on my fingers is blowing my mind. I can feel on my crouch as she moves her head in rythm and moans. With my left hand I try to gather her hair into my palm and slowly pull it towards my face. I keep scraping the hair on her head while I rub the rest of the hair on my face and inhale it scent. The scent of shampoo completely electrifies me and I feel like I'm pulsing my cock even more. I realize that I have somehow wet underwear. So I stopped and let go of her hair. Her hair strands fell down and some of them on her face. The teacher brushes her hair strands away from her face with her right hand and she looks at me with interest.

„Neil?...You are hard, aren't you ?“ and she slightly tilts her head so she can have better look at me.

„What???“ I ask her frightened.

„You know...The whole time I can feel your thing pushing me in the head.“ she is looking at me without emotions.

„I...I...I'm so sorry...I...“ I start to panic.

„Hehe..It is okay...Don't worry...I'm just teasing you...I think it is normal in this situation." she giggles and start to get up.

With a held breath, I watch the teacher rise and her hair pulls and follows her. Because her hair is very long, it slides over my legs. She's probably leaving, but it's not enough for me and that's why I stop her by grabbing her right hand.

„Miss Springfield...please wait!“ I beg her.

She turns towards me and her hair slide through her left shoulder. She looks at me in surprise, but I don't see fear in them. I'm asking for something I wouldn't have the courage to do before.

„I know I'm probably not in a position to ask anything here... But this idea came to me....but I don't want to push you.“ I lower my eyes from shame.

She turns all the way towards me and puts her hand close to me to support her. She leans towards me and her black hair hangs beside her. Her face so close to mine.

„What is it?“ she asks me with interest in her voice.

„Can you get on your knees in front of me and kneel?“ I ask her shyly.

„What????“ I can see confusion on her face and she has wide eyes.

Once I realized what I just asked her and how it sounded. I put my right hand on her shoulder and immediately explain my intentions.

„NO.NO.NO...Don't get me wrong here. It isn't like that at all...I just want to play with your hair some more... and this idea come to me...That's why I need you to go on the floor...but if you don't want to..It's okay... Never mind...I don't want to be pushy or anything...“ I am trying to eplain myself.

„Oohh...I see...heh...I thought that you mean the other thing.“ she just laughed and looked at me tenderly.

The teacher finally gets up from the couch and moves slowly in front of me. Before she start doing what I asked her for. She puts her left hand again behind her head and tossed her black floor length hair over her left shoulder so it wont interfere. She squatted first and then begins to kneel. When she's on her knees I interrupt her.

„Can you please... face me?“ I ask her nicely.

She didn't answer me and turned her whole body towards me. I spread my legs more and gave her a sign where to move herself. Without a word, she understood my intention and moved exactly between my legs. The teacher tossed her hair again behind her back with her left hand. She place her hands on my legs and look at me with a smile.

„Okay...so...What now?“ she ask me.

„This.“ I whispered and proceed with my desire.

I put my palms on the sides of her head and buried my fingers in her hair. I move my fingers more to her scalp. Then grab this hair firmly and slightly jerked it backwards. I immediately see a little surprise on her face.

„OH...“ she spat out.

I let go of her hair and again buried it back in top of her head. With slow movements of my fingertips I start to massage her scalp. Her strands of hair are between my fingers and hands. I'm rubbing and rubbing this hair. It excites me and that's why I speed up my movement. Her head is moving in sync. Teachers has closed eyes and parted full lips. She only sighs. I stop and I hear her hard exhale.

„Oh...my..." she whisper.

I put my hands behind her head and start to smooth her hair. I need to calm down because I have a hard cock in my pants. The teacher slowly and gently presses her head against my chest. I have the opportunity to see the top of her head up close. I didn't notice it at all, but her hair is actually divided into two parts. She has a beautiful line. It mesmerizes me and that's why I lean towards her head and place my nose on this line. The teacher registers it and grabs me by the hips with her hands. I inhale her scent, which is now a combination of her shampoo and sweat. I am giving her a kiss on her scalp and she start to caress my body. I put my palms on the sides of her head again. She reacts to my movement and moves away from me a little so I can see her face. She still has her eyes closed. I slide my fingers behind her head and very firmly I squeeze her hair. I stop squeezing it but I wildly start to toss this hair. I watch as her hair strands hops behind her back.

„Mmmmmmm.“ she moans.

I repeat it several times and now I grab her hair behind her head and start to pull it. I hold her stretched hair and start to move her head. First I pull the left side and her head turns to the left and then vice versa. I pull the right side and her head also turns to the right. I alternate this several times. She moves according to my rhythm. I am getting so horny because of this. Then as I pull her hair down her head begins to tilt back. While I am pulling her hair I can feel the sperms acumulating in my penis and I can't hold it back anymore. After so long this is my climax. So I lean on her neck with my forehead and jizz my pants. I feel like a lot has come out of me.

/ Oh my GOD...What have I done? I breath heavily.

I let go of her hair but she still has her head tilted back. I straighten and feel like I've run a marathon. And if I said before I think I may have wet underwear. Now they are definitely wet. I look at my crotch and see one big moist on my pants. It looks like I peed on my pants. I immediately blushed in shame.

/ When a teacher sees it...what will she think? I'm starting to panic and my breath quickens.

The teacher also straightened up and look at me. Her black hair on her head is tousled and I think it gained some volume too. Part of hair strands covers her face now. But I immediately started looking in a different direction and quickly put my hands on the damp spot of my pants. I try to cover it up so she doesn't see it. She must notice that something is happening because she immediately speaks to me.

„Neil?? What's wrong???“ she ask with interest.

„N...Nothing...“ I answer her and I'm so embarrassed.

Nothing happening for a while. She doesn't talk to me. She only puts her hands on mine. I don't know if she sees it. She must atleast fell my throbing cock. And my hardness is visible through my pants. Peripherally I see her getting closer to me and with the help of her hands she touches my face and turns my head towards her.

„You had an orgasm, didn't you?“ she ask me with tenderness.

/ How do I explain this to her?... That I think I'm a fetishist for hair... A guy which long especially for her hair... ...and... that's why I cum in my pants I begin to tremble.

You can definitely see in my eyes that I'm scared. I don't know why but I'm afraid of her reaction. She looks at me and I don't see anger or disgust in her eyes at all. Carefully, she approaches my face closer. Suddenly I feel her full lips on mine. She kisses me gently.

„It's okay, Neil...I understand...You have nothing to be ashamed of...I know you like me... and my...my hair too...so... I guess It is natural...that you get excited...“ she caresse my cheeks with her thumbs to calm me down.

„Really???“ I ask her with sadness in my voice.

„Yes...You know what?...Come with me, please.“ and I watch her as she rise from the ground.

I look at her in surprise. She using her hands and lifts me off the couch. I see a small smile on her lips and she grabs my left palm with her right hand. We now hold hands. Before I could react, she start to pull me and I am following her.

„Where are we going?“ I ask her confused.

„To the bathroom...You shouldn't stay like this...You need to clean up yourself and me too...“ she speak with joy in her voice.

I can't believe this is still not a dream. I'm waiting to wake up from it. As we walk, I watch her black hair slightly swing from side to side behind her back. It really covers her back and only her shoulders are visible. Because of my hairplay she has now tousled hair and the ends of her hair are dragging on the floor. I keep following her and feel in my bones that this night is not over yet. I wonder what else I will experience tonight.

To be continued.........