Author's notes.
All parties in this work of fiction are above the age of eighteen.
The teacher is based on a real teacher when I was at school.
Enjoy!!
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My English Lit teacher is blonde, twenty-nine, married, with a two year old child and hot. Every male in the school over puberty lusts after her, staff and pupils.
She wore two types of skirts, both short that showed off her long slim legs to perfection, the first was really short and tight hugging her hips and barely covering her bum, the other type which I preferred was slightly longer but more flouncy and soft that moved and swayed when she walked. Also tight fitting low cut tops that had her boobs on show, the boys in my class argued whether she wore push up bras or not: she didn't they stood proud on their own, I know.
I found out one Saturday by chance. I had turned 18 two months earlier and as it was approaching exam time and I knew I needed some extra tuition to improve my chance of getting to Uni, so agreed with my parents that I would do some private tuition on a Saturday morning. My dad had arranged a tutor through a local agency and dropped me off at the tutor's house. I walked up the drive, rang the bell when the door opened there was Mrs Evans.
"Good morning, you must be my pupil, oh it's you Jonathan," She said "this is embarrassing as I shouldn't tutor someone from my own class, but you had better come in anyway."
I went into her house and followed her down the hall way to the living room, she looked stunning in a flaming orange micro mini skirt, low cut cropped teal top, white strappy sandals, and I could tell she didn't have a bra on. As she walked down the hall way her skirt was swaying and I saw she was wearing matching orange panties, I took my time following her admiring the view.
"As you're here now I think we can go through this session and I will arrange a new tutor for you for next week, is that ok?"
"Yes Miss, er are we alone?"
"Yes, my husband has taken the baby to his mums for the morning."
We started on the tuition which was a bit funny as we were studying "Women in Love" and "Lady Chatterley's Lover" both of which have passages with a sexual content and I was getting a little worked up, as my hot teacher was standing very close to me.
After an hour we stopped and Mrs Evans said to me.
"Jonathan, what type of literature do you think these are, erotic or pornographic?"
"Miss I don't understand."
She then went on to explain the difference between erotic literature where there is more of a story that builds up the tension and characters, where as pornographic is more "wham bam thank you mam".
"Oh come here I'll show you." She said and opened up a couple of websites and showed me examples of both types. The descriptions in both were pretty explicit and I was getting more and more excited reading and discussing this with my hot teacher who was in very sexy clothing and standing in close proximity to me.
"Jonathan, do you see the different genres there are, one of them is MILFs, do you know what a MILF is?"
"Yes Miss."
"Do you think I am a MILF?"