Back in high school, I (20M) was heavily involved with our different arts programs. Things like design, yearbook, and theater. Over which we had 3 teachers as we were a small school and thus 1 teacher would cover multiple classes. In my Junior year though one of the teachers left to be with her husband in another state. She was over English, Art, and Yearbook, thus they needed a replacement. It didn’t take long for them to find someone though. They ended up hiring a teacher straight out of college. We’ll call her Ms. Bankston. The year she was hired she was about 23, and I was just turning 17, and I thought she was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. She was petite, about 5,9, and had a beautiful face. I was absolutely in love with her looks.
It was incredibly late in the year when I did something a little stupid but understandable for a teenaged boy. We had become pretty close as far as student and teacher goes and I had her in two classes that year meaning I saw her more than most students. So with my thoughts boiling in my mind, I decided I wanted to make a move. After my Art class (the last class of the day with her) I asked to speak to her after. It was at this point I confessed my feelings and told her I loved her and wanted to be with her. Looking incredibly concerned she said to me “you know I can’t do that and you shouldn’t be saying things like that.” I understood but I was hurt. Even so, I knew it was stupid to even ask.
From that point forward things remained mostly normal between the two of us as teacher and student, but I would still occasionally think of the what-ifs to graduation. The next came and went as senior year often does and I finally graduated. After the ceremony, Ms. Bankston pulled me aside from the crowd. She reminded me how good of a student I’d been and said if she had been in any other situation, she would’ve said yes in a heartbeat, but that it simply wasn’t appropriate for a teacher-student relationship like that. After that, I was off to college.
Sophomore year of college rolled around and in the summer of that year, I went back home. Upon arriving I was notified that the school was short-handed for summer school and there could be credit for my degree if I wanted to help. I of course accepted. Afterward, I learned I’d be working under the arts program, with the teacher assigned for summer classes. This was pretty exciting since it meant I got to work in my element and maybe catch up with my old teachers.
The first day I found out it got better though. Ms. Bankston was the assigned teacher and I’d be working with her all summer. Learning this news I nearly skipped to the classroom we were in. Upon getting there I was greeted with a big hug and Ms. Bankston said to me that she was so excited to hear I’d be the one aiding her this summer. We did the usual greetings and caught up. For the most part, it was a perfectly normal first day on the job. When the workday was over though Ms. Bankston asked me if I’d like to go out to get dinner. We could catch up, talk, and pick up where we left off. I was confused by the last part and asked her what she meant, and she just said while trying to hold back a smirk “You’re not my student. That means we can be friends”. I accepted. We went to a small diner in town and had a generally good time. Towards the end, she did something a little unexpected and asked me if I still meant what I told her in high school. Caught off guard I asked her what she meant. She responded with “would you still date me?” I was a little confused at this point, but she elaborated that she did like me, and would’ve gone out with me had it not been for the time and circumstances. After she explained it I said, “of course. I haven’t stopped wanting you”. With that, it got a little calmer as we accepted each other’s statements and talked about how we felt about each other since high school. After we had finished and before I got in my car to drive home, Ms. Bankston hugged me before looking into my eyes. She smiled at me with innocent happiness before she kissed me. I embraced her in advance and hugged her back while kissing. We told each other good night and she told me she’d see me tomorrow before went our separate ways for the night.
The next morning I arrived early and went straight to the classroom. There weren’t going to be any students for the next week or so to allow preparations but I still felt I should be early to make a good impression. Ms. Bankston hadn’t gotten there yet so I just played on my phone until she arrived. It only took about 20 minutes though before she walked through the door wearing a business skirt, and a white button-up. When she walked in she turned and locked the door behind her before looking at me. I asked with a smirk on my face “what are you doing”. She then approaches me and unbuttons her shirt and asks “how long have you been waiting for this?” and I answer with “too long”. She then throws the shirt in the corner of the room, before embracing me in a kiss. As we made out with each other she began unbuckling my belt and pulling down my pants. I respond by removing her bra and tossing it with the shirt. She pulls off her skirt, and panties before pulling out my dick and wrapping her lips around my tip. She kisses and licks my bulb for a few minutes before putting the whole thing in her mouth. After getting it pretty well lubed up, she stood up again and wrapped her arms around me. I picked her up as I kissed her more, and carried her to the desk where I set her down as she spread her legs.
I rubbed my tip over her entrance for a few moments as she softly moaned for me. As I ground her womanhood, I transitioned my mouth to her chest where I began kissing small but round breasts, moving over to a nipple and sucking on it and licking as I did so. This made her almost yelp with pleasure. I take my mouth off making sure to pull as I did so to give a nice soft shake.
I now grab her thigh in one hand and insert my throbbing dick inside of her trembling opening with the other. She begins begging me to go all the way. With that, I begin thrusting. Steadily speeding up as her moans get louder with her accelerating breath, though trying to stay quiet so no one else in the building could hear us. Who knows if it worked.
I continued thrusting back and forth. Deep inside of Ms. Bankston’s tight channel, until I felt it. I told her I was about to cum. She looked at me with joy in her eyes and told me to do it in her. With this, I shot ropes of cum deep inside of her. When I pull out she’s panting. I go to collect our pile of clothes and suggest we get dressed. She agrees but even after we have our clothes on we remain all over each other for the rest of the work.
This was only the first time we got together we had a pretty regular relationship going forward, and a fair amount of sexual encounters, after this one.
(Final note: This one is a lot more light hearted than my last post. Hopefully it’s good. Again, I’m new to this and would love feedback on how to make these better)
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