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MY TEACHER BECAME MY F****K MATEš„
EPISODE 1
I was nearing the end of my senior year in secondary school and, having turned 18 a few months ago, I knew that I would
have a weekend of freedom as my parents would be leaving town.
Actually, they had been making it a near habit for nearly the past year to go to the familyās vacation whenever the weather was nice.
They had stopped asking me if I wanted to go
and I figured they enjoyed the time alone as much as I enjoyed having the house alone.
I organized my desk and grabbed the stuff that i would need to take home with me.
As i did most days when i didnāt have
lessons after school i headed toward my teacher's room. She had been my English teacher back when I was in junior
class and had offered to tutor me after school when she noticed I was having a tough time in class. I went to her office nearly
every day after school for almost a whole session and she would help me get through my work.
Eventually I straightened out my
problems with English, but I still made it a habit to stop by her room whenever I could through the rest of my years at
the school.
I headed up the stairs to her office and started to plan out my weekend.
A typical weekend would consist of going on a date or just going out flexing with some friends. I knew that having the
house to me was a treat and I never abused that by having a big party.
This weekend was a little different in that all my friends were otherwise occupied and I couldnāt get any dates lined up,
so it looked like I would have a lot of time to myself. I thought
that perhaps a p*rno or two would release some of the s**xual energy that I seemed to constantly have bottled up inside me.
Sometimes I would wonder why I continued seeing her regularly even through my senior year.
We no longer even talked about my schoolwork and sometimes would just chat or
she would have me help mark some papers. The truth was that I always felt grateful to her for helping me out back then and I wanted to somehow make it up to her.
We had become pretty good friends through the years and she seemed to really enjoy
my visits, so I didnāt feel weird about continuing to stop by.
The fact that I had carried a crush on her all these years didnāt hurt either.
I never asked but I guessed she was probably between 35 and 40 years old.
She carried herself with an elegance that had
always appealed to me. Her hair was short but always very elegant and always perfectly done. She always dressed very properly which meant that she always wore skirts & high
heels. I found that her style of dress was particularly appealing.
Perhaps it was the fact that she never showed too much leg or too much of her b***bs that made me desire what was underneath all the more.
When I first started seeing her for
lessons I found it difficult to concentrate on the lessons instead of staring at her b****bs.
They were large but definitely not too large for her frame. āJust more than a handfulā was the term that my friends and I had
once jokingly used when we were discussing some of the more lustful things we wouldnāt have minded doing with their teacher.
Through time I thought I had gotten pretty good at sneaking looks at her shapely a-s or the perfect outline of her b****bs
encased in those teasing tops.
I entered her room and found her busy at her desk arranging some new items for her class. I said hello and asked if I could help.
She replied that I could go get her a drink
from the staff canteen and then, if I had time, I could help her put up the new notice on the board. āSure thing,ā I replied since
I knew I didnāt have any other plans for the afternoon.
When I returned with the drink, I found her standing on her tip toes trying to figure out where she wanted to arrange the new
items.
Since I was a little taller than she was, she asked me if I wouldnāt mind doing that for her.
She described how she
wanted it to look and then left me to my work. She returned to her desk to finish marking some papers.
After a short while she looked up and saw that I had nearly finished.
She picked up her drink and walked up behind me to compliment me on a job well done.
She was standing right
behind me when she said, āLooks good.ā
For some reason I had lost focus and was going about my work while daydreaming about what sort of p0rno I should watch later. Her words surprised me and caused me to jump
and spin around suddenly.
As I spun my elbow knocked into her
drink and spilt the content all over the front of her top.
I started apologizing profusely and grabbed a nearby roll of paper towels.
I tore off several sheets and started to quickly try to clean up some of the stain from her top before any more of it soaked into the material.
I repeatedly apologized and although she kept telling me it was fine and that she was just as much to blame for sneaking up on me it didnāt help me.
I was very embarrassed at spilling
the coffee and could only think about trying to clean off her shirt.
She kept telling me to stop and it wasnāt a big deal, but I wasnāt listening because I was too busy trying to apologize.
She finally leaned over to set down her cup just as I was leaning
over to grab more paper towels with one hand while still trying to wipe her off with the other hand. I wasnāt sure exactly how it happened, but somehow through both of our movements my hand was now rubbbing her
directly on her right b*****b. I had been rubbbing in small circles and had actually been rubbbing her b****b for a few seconds
before I realized it.
.
TBC
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MY TEACHER BECAME MY F****K MATEš„
EPISODE 1
I was nearing the end of my senior year in secondary school and, having turned 18 a few months ago, I knew that I would
have a weekend of freedom as my parents would be leaving town.
Actually, they had been making it a near habit for nearly the past year to go to the familyās vacation whenever the weather was nice.
They had stopped asking me if I wanted to go
and I figured they enjoyed the time alone as much as I enjoyed having the house alone.
I organized my desk and grabbed the stuff that i would need to take home with me.
As i did most days when i didnāt have
lessons after school i headed toward my teacher's room. She had been my English teacher back when I was in junior
class and had offered to tutor me after school when she noticed I was having a tough time in class. I went to her office nearly
every day after school for almost a whole session and she would help me get through my work.
Eventually I straightened out my
problems with English, but I still made it a habit to stop by her room whenever I could through the rest of my years at
the school.
I headed up the stairs to her office and started to plan out my weekend.
A typical weekend would consist of going on a date or just going out flexing with some friends. I knew that having the
house to me was a treat and I never abused that by having a big party.
This weekend was a little different in that all my friends were otherwise occupied and I couldnāt get any dates lined up,
so it looked like I would have a lot of time to myself. I thought
that perhaps a p*rno or two would release some of the s**xual energy that I seemed to constantly have bottled up inside me.
Sometimes I would wonder why I continued seeing her regularly even through my senior year.
We no longer even talked about my schoolwork and sometimes would just chat or
she would have me help mark some papers. The truth was that I always felt grateful to her for helping me out back then and I wanted to somehow make it up to her.
We had become pretty good friends through the years and she seemed to really enjoy
my visits, so I didnāt feel weird about continuing to stop by.
The fact that I had carried a crush on her all these years didnāt hurt either.
I never asked but I guessed she was probably between 35 and 40 years old.
She carried herself with an elegance that had
always appealed to me. Her hair was short but always very elegant and always perfectly done. She always dressed very properly which meant that she always wore skirts & high
heels. I found that her style of dress was particularly appealing.
Perhaps it was the fact that she never showed too much leg or too much of her b***bs that made me desire what was underneath all the more.
When I first started seeing her for
lessons I found it difficult to concentrate on the lessons instead of staring at her b****bs.
They were large but definitely not too large for her frame. āJust more than a handfulā was the term that my friends and I had
once jokingly used when we were discussing some of the more lustful things we wouldnāt have minded doing with their teacher.
Through time I thought I had gotten pretty good at sneaking looks at her shapely a-s or the perfect outline of her b****bs
encased in those teasing tops.
I entered her room and found her busy at her desk arranging some new items for her class. I said hello and asked if I could help.
She replied that I could go get her a drink
from the staff canteen and then, if I had time, I could help her put up the new notice on the board. āSure thing,ā I replied since
I knew I didnāt have any other plans for the afternoon.
When I returned with the drink, I found her standing on her tip toes trying to figure out where she wanted to arrange the new
items.
Since I was a little taller than she was, she asked me if I wouldnāt mind doing that for her.
She described how she
wanted it to look and then left me to my work. She returned to her desk to finish marking some papers.
After a short while she looked up and saw that I had nearly finished.
She picked up her drink and walked up behind me to compliment me on a job well done.
She was standing right
behind me when she said, āLooks good.ā
For some reason I had lost focus and was going about my work while daydreaming about what sort of p0rno I should watch later. Her words surprised me and caused me to jump
and spin around suddenly.
As I spun my elbow knocked into her
drink and spilt the content all over the front of her top.
I started apologizing profusely and grabbed a nearby roll of paper towels.
I tore off several sheets and started to quickly try to clean up some of the stain from her top before any more of it soaked into the material.
I repeatedly apologized and although she kept telling me it was fine and that she was just as much to blame for sneaking up on me it didnāt help me.
I was very embarrassed at spilling
the coffee and could only think about trying to clean off her shirt.
She kept telling me to stop and it wasnāt a big deal, but I wasnāt listening because I was too busy trying to apologize.
She finally leaned over to set down her cup just as I was leaning
over to grab more paper towels with one hand while still trying to wipe her off with the other hand. I wasnāt sure exactly how it happened, but somehow through both of our movements my hand was now rubbbing her
directly on her right b*****b. I had been rubbbing in small circles and had actually been rubbbing her b****b for a few seconds
before I realized it.
.
TBC
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