My Former Teacher Pt. 01

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and real individuals is coincidence. All characters are over age eighteen.

A young man gets to act out the years-long crush he had on his former teacher.

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Years ago in middle school, Mrs. C. often wore tight and somewhat low cut blouses and always smiled at the boys. Lucky me, I had her for both Sex Ed. and Biology. I stared at her whenever I had the chance.

She had long brown hair and brown eyes and this creamy smooth, light brown skin. One day, I went to her desk to ask a question. I already knew the answer; I just wanted to get a closer look. When I got to her desk, my eyes fell from her face, to her neck, past her collar bones, and all the way down into her cleavage. She didn’t wear necklaces. Interrupting that lovely swath of flesh would be wrong. I remember looking right down in there and too late coming up to her big ‘gotcha’ smile and into her big brown eyes. Caught and embarrassed. My face felt red the rest of the day.

For the rest of middle school, I loved seeing her in the halls even outside of class. Sometimes I even passed my her classroom for no reason, hoping to catch a glimpse.

I entered high school and the years passed. I didn’t see her for a long time. Then one Saturday I got a flat tire and turned onto a residential street to change it. I was just finishing when I heard someone knocking on a window. I looked into the house across the street and saw a hand waving, but with so much glare on the glass, that’s all I could see. A minute or so later, the side gate opened and Mrs. C. waved me over.

“Hey, long time no see!”

“Hi, Mrs. C. It’s been a long time.”

Back in school, Mrs. C. always wore conservative pantsuits. But now, she was in black workout tights and a neon pink tank that showed every single curve. She looked fantastic!

“It’s so hot out here! Why don’t you come in and clean those hands. I’ll get us something cold to drink.”

“Yeah, it is hot. Thanks, Mrs. C.”

“Well, come in,” she said, grinning.

She led me down the walkway and I couldn’t help but stare at her butt bouncing back and forth in those tights. She had her long hair in a ponytail that hung down her back, and it bounced in rhythm with her lovely bottom. She turned to look at me and almost caught me staring.

“There’s the laundry room where you can wash up,” she said as we walked into the cool air of her home. “Then have a seat. Want something to drink?”

When I finished washing the tire goop off of my hands, I sat down on her loveseat. I watched her make lemonade in the kitchen. She turned to her side to pour the glasses, but it was so bright in there that her tight shape stood out as only a dark silhouette. It would have made a pretty hot photograph. Her stomach was flat like a board but her boobs and butt stuck out against the sunlight. I never remember seeing her quite so tight like that. In fact, she seemed to be gaining weight the last year of middle school.

It was only then that I noticed that she was looking my way, so I turned my head to look at the photos on the end table. One of them was a man in an Air Force uniform. He looked so much older than her, but not old enough to be her dad. She was into her thirties now.

“That’s my husband,” she said, walking in with the lemonade. “He’s stationed on the other side of the world, in Hell.” She sat down right beside me and faced me. Her left knee was almost against my leg. It made me a little nervous, sitting alone with a teacher I had a huge crush on just a few years ago. To top it off, those tight workout clothes showed everything. I think my hand was shaking as I took the first drink of lemonade.

“So what have you been up to these past few years?”

“Just school.”

“You’re in high school now, right?”

“Yeah, graduating next month.”

“Oh, wow! And if I remember, you’ll be eighteen soon.”

“I am already, last week.”

“Happy birthday!” she said, smiling and rubbing my arm. “How perfect.”

“Thanks.”

“Mmm, I remember something else too.”

“Oh?” Now I was really nervous. She had a way of speaking that made it seem like there was some hidden meaning to her words.

“Mmmm hmmm. I remember you sneaking peeks at me.”

I took another drink of lemonade and was so nervous it went down the wrong way and I started to cough. She patted and rubbed my back as I managed to say, “Oh, yeah, I’m really sorry about that. I didn’t mean…”

“Oh that’s alright. I didn’t mind at all. In fact, I liked it.” I didn’t say anything for a second or so, then turned toward her and she was looking at me and smiling. “Really, I like being looked at. My husband is always away and, well, the fact is we’ve grown apart in other respects too.” She looked sad for a second and looked away.

“You okay Mrs. C.” I wanted to put my arms around her; she looked really depressed all of a sudden.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just lonely. Never mind. My name is Kathy, by the way.”

“You were always Mrs. C to me.”

“But that makes me sound so old. Call be Kat, okay.”

“Okay, Kat.”

“I’ve just been feeling old lately. There was a time when the kids at school didn’t seem so young. These days they seem so much like children. I’ve changed, not them. They call me Mrs. C. too. I’d just like to be called Kat. Am I making any sense?”

“I understand.”

“I remember not so long ago when you were in class. Back then, all you boys would look at me. Honestly, I appreciated it. But things with my husband…Well, I started gaining weight and my husband was gone, and the boys, and even the grown men, stopped looking.”

“Gained weight? Oh, Mrs…Kat, you look tighter than ever.” All that came out of my mouth before I knew what I was saying.

“Oh, thank you,” she said, rubbing my shoulder. “That’s so sweet of you to notice. I’ve been working out, a lot. So it’s nice to hear that you’ve noticed. Hmmm,” she sighed. “You were one of those boys that I always saw looking at me. It was sweet.”

“Always? Oh, no.”

“I don’t think you were even aware that I knew.” I put my lemonade down and bent over with my face in my hands and let out a groan. She laughed and began gently rubbing my back, then my neck. I came back up, beet red in the face. “Oh, don’t be embarrassed.”

“I’m really sorry, Kat, I guess…”

“You couldn’t help it? Oh, now I’m really flattered!”

I must have groaned again, and said, “You’re not offended?”

“Oh, no. Not in the least. I love it.” She moved a little closer to me and rubbed my shoulder again as her knee rode up onto my thigh. I thought about moving farther away for a second, but I didn’t want to. “Oh, you’re trembling. What’s wrong? All this talk about looking at me making you nervous? Well, there’s a fix for that,” she said, as she rubbed my shoulder and let her fingers glide down my upper arm. “You have to accept the fact that I like it.”

“If you say so, Kat.”

“I do say so.”

She rose and walked to where her exercise mat, weights, and other stuff was, and began to put things away. I watched her move, how she walked, how she bent over. Kat was more than beautiful, she was graceful, smooth. I loved watching her face too, but that’s not what I was looking at when she said, “Gothca!” I turned red again and shook.

“Listen to me.” She grabbed my hand and held it. “It’s all right. There’s nothing wrong with it. You can look all you want. Any time you want.”

“Kat, I’m sorry. I just think you’re beautiful. Gorgeous in fact.”

“Oh, my! Thank you! That’s so sweet of you to say! Kat put one hand on the armrest and the other on my shoulder, then leaned forward and kissed me. She breathed heavily as she put her warm, wet lips on mine. It felt so good. It wasn’t my first kiss, technically speaking. But in all other respects, the first few kisses didn’t count any longer, not compared to this.

Kat turned, then sat on my lap and touched my face and ran her fingers through my hair and began to kiss me again. “Hold me,” she said and as I wrapped my arms around her. We held each other and kissed and I felt my cock harden. I worried she would feel it too, but holding her and feeling her fingers on my face and in my hair felt so damn good, I stopped caring. Pulling away for a moment, Kat removed the scrunchy that held per ponytail in place and brought my hand up to her head. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I just put my fingers into her silky, long brown hair. She moaned softly, “Mmmmm, that feels nice.”

Before I knew what I was doing, I had both of my hands in her hair, holding her head as we kissed for a long time.

Kat pulled back, took a deep breath, and looked at me with her big brown doughy eyes. She petted my head and ran her fingers through my hair. When she came in to kiss me again, Kat took my hand and put it on her breast.

I was already nervous, but this brought it to another level. My hand was on her breast. Now what? Before I considered an answer, I had already begun squeezing it lightly. “Mmmmm,” she moaned. So I squeezed again. I still wasn’t sure what to do, so Kat took my hand again and rubbed her breast with it. Then she took my fingers and dragged them across her nipple, then squeezed my fingers in tightly, squishing her tit under the pressure. “Ooooooh,” she moaned, and breathed in deeply.

Kat put her hands on my face and looked me right in the eyes, and whispered, “Have you ever seen a woman before.”

“Uh…”

“Without her clothes on?”

“Oh, uh…Kat, I uh…”

She looked back with a question on her face.

“Just in magazines…” I groaned as soon as I said it.

“Mmmm hmmm. But not for real?”

“I guess not, no.”

“So you’ve never…you know, slept with a girl before.”

“Uh…”

“Don’t be embarrassed, please. Do you like looking at me? And don’t apologize this time.”

“Yeah I do.”

“Say it.”

“I love looking at you.”

“Have you ever wondered?”

“Wondered?”

“Yes, wondered.” Kat leaned in to where Beylikdüzü Escort our lips were almost touching and ran her hand through my hair. “Wondered what I would look like without any clothes on.”

“Oh, Mrs. C., I dunno…”

“Call me Kat. Tell me.”

“Yeah, I have.”

“How often.”

“Almost every day.” I felt my face flush.

Her eyes became heavy and I noticed her breathing. She ran her fingers through my hair and her knuckles across my cheek, petting me. Kat stood and started pulling up her tank top as she looked at me steadily. In a few seconds, she stood there with her beautiful breasts right in my face. Her nipples were erect and she looked serious now. She kicked off her shoes and started pulling down her tights.

“Oh, my god,” I said.

“It’s alright, look at me. Just look.”

I did as she asked, and she looked like she belonged in a magazine. But she was right there, commanding me to look at her gorgeous, naked body.

“Well?” she asked.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said, looking at her big knockers and then down toward her crotch. She noticed where I was looking and stepped closer and put her foot up on the loveseat.

“Can you see okay?”

“Uh…” She leaned her knee to the side so I had a full view of her shaven pussy.

“You know, women like to look too. You’ve become a very handsome young man.”

“Oh?”

“Mmmm hmmm. That’s kind of impressive too.” She was pointing down to the bulge in my shorts.

“Uh…”

“Stand up, and take off your clothes.”

“Mrs. C!”

“Kat.”

I actually wanted to take my clothes off. But I could hear my own voice shaking. With shaky hands, I took off my t-shirt. Then Kat pointed at my shorts and made a motion with her hand. I kicked my shoes off and unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall to my ankles and stepped out. When I looked up, she was looking at the boner threatening to rip through my boxers. She had her hair hanging around one shoulder now, twirling it in one hand. She looked up at me with fire in her eyes, like she couldn’t wait to see me naked.

She pointed at my boxers, then motioned with her finger to take them off.

“Oh,” I said, gulping and shaking.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. It’s a good day to learn this. It’s alright.”

I was still nervous, but I knew she was right. I pulled by boxers down and she smiled again as she looked into my eyes, then down, all the while twisting her long hair.

“Oooooh, young man,” she began, biting her lip. “It’s a very good day for learning. Do you remember Sex Ed?”

“Yes.”

“Lame, wasn’t it?”

“Um, yeah.”

“I’m going to give you the advanced course. Right now.. Sit down and relax.”

“Oh…” I mumbled, my voice shaking as I sat on the loveseat.

She stepped up onto the loveseat straddling me, her pussy right in front of me. “Look closely,” she said, her breathing heavy. She spread her pussy lips with her fingers. “This, mmmmm…” she closed her eyes and breathed as she touched herself. “Mmmm, ooooh, that feels good. This,” she continued, “is a pussy. See?”

“Yeah, oooh, Kat!”

“Look at it. Study it. ”

“Oh, Kat…I…uh…okay.”

“Watch me put my finger in, Ooooooh, Mmmmm. Do you see?”

“Yeah…oh, shit. Oh, shit!”

“And this is my clitoris,” she said, out of breath and pulling up a fold of skin with her other hand to show the glistening little folds and a nub in the middle.

“Remember?”

“Uh, yeah.”

She ran a hand through my hair and said, “Notice how moist everything is?”

“Yeah, I see.”

“Touch it. Feel how wet it is.”

“Oh, god!”

“It’s okay, here,” she said taking my hand and putting it flat on her pussy. “Mmmmm,” she said, and sucked in her breath through her teeth.

Kat pushed my hand around in different directions on her wetness. My fingers sliding easily over her pussy lips. “Yeah,” I said. “I feel it.”

“Mmmmm,” she breathed, “Oooooh, that feels really good,” she said, rubbing my hand up and down along her slit. Kat pushed down on my middle finger so that it slid between her labia.

“Ooooh,” I said, completely absorbed by what was happening.

“Now, take your middle finger, and slide it in.”

“Oh, Kat!”

“They don’t teach you how to please a woman in Sex Ed., but I’m going to teach you. Alright?”

“Okay, Mrs. C…I mean, Kat.”

“There, now,” Kat said. “Slide your finger inside…Oooooooh, oooooh. Oh, see? Now pull it back, but not all the way out. Yes, ooooooh, yeah, now back in…Mmmmmmm, mmmmm, yeah! Keep going, in just a little and then out just…ooooooh, yeah!”

Kat came closer, straddling me with her knees on either side of my lap, and as she did this, grabbed my cock. “Oh! Oh, Kat! Mmmmm, oh, oooooh,” I cried as she very gently slid her hand and fingers over my stiff penis up and down.

“Don’t stop,” she said. “Keep…ooooh, Mmmmm, fingering me. Mmmmm…” While I fingered her, she kept stroking my cock. We were both moaning and breathing hard now.

“Fingers are just one way to please a woman, honey. Can you feel me getting wetter?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, while I my finger made squishing sounds each time I went into her and came back out.

“It means I want to make love to you. Do you want to make love to me?”

“Uh…well, oh Kat, I…”

“I need to know. Say it.”

“Yeah, Kat,” I stammered in disbelief, “I want to make love to you, but I…”

“I know, baby. It’s okay. I’ll teach you.”

“Oh, Kat,” I said.

Kat pulled my finger out of her wet pussy and took it into her mouth and sucked on it. As she did that, she held my cock. I looked down, breathing hard and swallowing as she lowered her pussy slowly toward the tip of my dick.

“You know where your finger just was, honey?

I made some unintelligible sound as I nodded.

“That’s where you’re going to go, right now. Watch.” She brought the tip of my penis to her pussy lips, and with a little pressure, it pushed between them. It felt hot and wet. Then I heard Kat moan, “Oooooohmmmm. Oh, that feels so good. Do you see where your cock is? The tip is just inside my cunt. See?”

“Umm.”

“Watch as your cock slowly slides into my body. Feel how it penetrates deep inside me. Enjoy this moment, honey. This will be special to you.”

I watched my stiff cock slide slowly through her tight wet slit and deep into her vagina. “Oooooh, oh! Hoooooshit, Mmmmmm!” I cried. So warm and so wet and so tight. Kat’s love canal seemed to grip my dick as it plunged deeper. I’ve never felt such a fantastic feeling in my life!

Kat moaned gently, “Oooooooh, Mmmmmm! Oooo.” When I was all the way in, she leaned close and began kissing me. As we kissed, she began rocking back and forth and up and down, like she was trying to drive my cock deeper. I could hear her breathing hard and moaning softly as she bit my lip. I could hardly kiss back because I was moaning so much, and when I wasn’t moaning, I was trying to get air.

Kat leaned back, “Touch me, play with my breasts. You want to, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” I replied, and I began squeezing, and rubbing, filling my hands and feeling her hard nipples. All those times I dreamt of touching her, now it was a reality.

Kat was now slowly rising and falling. Each time was deliberate. “Oh!” she called as I felt her cunt grip my cock. “Oooh! Oh! Ah!” she cried.

“Oh, mmmmm,” I called. Every inch of her vagina was a new adventure. Kat’s eyes became heavy and her brow furrowed each time came down on my dick. She would moan whenever she reached the top and pumped down again. Soon, her eyes closed as she rose and fell on my stiff member and gripped my head in her hands.

Every time Kat’s pussy reached the base of my cock, she moved her hips around, making my cock swirl inside her body. She moaned and moaned and finally called out, “Oooooh, ooooh.” Faster now, Kat rose and fell on my cock while I pinched her nipples between my knuckles.

My breathing was really heavy now, and I moaned, “Ooooooh, Ah!” and groaned each time her wet slit slid down the entire length of my shaft. After a few more strokes, a twinge coursed through my body, and I cried out, “Ah, Ah!, Ooooooh.”

Kat must have sensed this, and said, “Not yet, honey. Not yet.” She pulled up and stepped off the loveseat. Taking my hand, she brought me up and said, “Stand right there.”

The next thing I knew, she was on her back on the rug. She was looking at me, smiling, and beckoning me with her finger. “Don’t make me beg. Kneel down and make love to me.” When I got down on my knees, she said, “Did you like me on top?”

“Um…yeah, Kat,” I said, struggling for breath. “It was amazing.”

“That way, the woman has control. Now you’re going to be in control. This is called missionary style. Many people think it’s boring, but I absolutely love it.”

“Oh, Kat. You’re incredible,” I said.

“Mmmmm, it makes me just tingle inside to hear that. Now make me tingle inside some more.” With that, she lifted her legs and rested them over my shoulders.

“Oooh, Kat!” I put my hands on either side as she grabbed the tip of my wet cock between her thumb and forefinger. Her fingers felt so good as she pulled my cock toward her slit and then guided it inside.

“Now, all the way in, baby.”

I shoved my cock into her body and felt her tunnel grip me from tip to base. It was incredible and I moaned louder than ever, “Oh! Ooooooh, Oh, Kat! Oh!”

“Now, in and out baby. Pump it all the way in and all the way out. Oooooh! Oh, ooooh, yes!” So I pushed in again and came out, then again. It felt even better than before now that I could control it. After a few strokes, I heard Kat moaning, “Oh, baby. Oh, young man, pump me nice and slow like that. Oh, your stiff dick fills…Oh! Ohoooooooo, Mmmmmm, honey. Oh, honey! Fill me up. Pump me! In and out, pump me.”

By this time, I had a rhythm going and my legs began to quiver. I couldn’t help it. “Oh, Kat! I can’t…Oh! Oh!”

Kat wrapped her legs around me, “Oh, sweet young boy, pump me. I’m…oh! You’re…Oh!, your going to make…oh!…me cum, honey. Oh, sweet boy. Pump me! Pump your warm cream into me! Pump it into me!”

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