I am a big fan of "Student Fucks Teacher" stories. After lurking on this site for a while, I thought I'd write my own to display the kinds of stories I like: detailed descriptions involving very sexy women.
All characters are 18 or over.
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"Tony! Hey!"
Startled, Tony turned towards the sound of his name. He stopped to gape at the vision walking towards him.
The source of the voice was a blond woman about twenty feet away. She wore a broad smile on her face. The woman was taller than him by at least a few inches.
His eyes were immediately drawn to her chest. She was wearing a sky blue, short sleeve shirt made out of some kind of shiny material. The shirt clung to her curves incredibly tightly, highlighting a pair of large, shapely breasts. The shirt was so tight that he could make out the outlines of her bra underneath; it looked like a demi cut, sloping in a V-shape out from the middle of her chest.
Tony's gaze continued on down the woman's body. Her shirt was stretched by the woman's large chest and clung tightly to the lower halves of her breasts. The ridge where her breasts connected to her waist was clearly defined. The sides of her breasts sloped in quickly to accentuate her slender waist, and then flared out again with her generous hips. The result was a classic hourglass figure.
The well-fitting shirt allowed Tony to easily make out her taut abdomen. Intriguingly, her shirt stopped just short of covering the entire stomach, allowing an inch or so of skin to peek through. Although she didn't have the muscular definition of a man, she was extremely toned, and her feminine abdominal muscles were apparent.
The woman was wearing a floral skirt which was being blown slightly in the breeze. The skirt concealed the shape of her legs as she walked towards him.
Tony forced himself to look at her face as the woman approached him. She obviously expected a response but he didn't recognize her.
She had a delicate nose with a shapely chin. Her prominent cheekbones displayed her fine bone structure. She was wearing a broad smile that showed off her white, even teeth. Her eyes were her best feature. Although they were currently crinkled by her large smile, he could see that they were large and kind.
"Well, are you going to just stand there? Or are you going to give your teacher a hug?"
With a start, Tony realized that he knew this woman: Ms. Miller, his calculus teacher.
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Tony remembered back to the first time he had seen his teacher: the first day of his senior year. Ms. Miller had not had a good first class. She had apparently just graduated from her teacher preparation program, and was obviously nervous.
Tony remembered her slipping into the classroom on the first day of school. She was a few minutes late, so the room was in absolute chaos. Many of his classmates who hadn't seen each other during the entire summer were taking advantage of the unexpected free time to catch up with each other, flirt, and gossip about their summers.
Since the calculus class was mostly composed of seniors, Tony knew they felt entitled to the run of the school. Many desks were moved from the neat rows they'd been at the end of recess.
Ms. Miller wore an enormous brown sweater that looked frayed and bulky. She was wearing a voluminous skirt that shapelessly stretch out to the floor. To top it off, she wore enormous, thick-framed glasses that appeared way too large for her face. She had obviously rushed to school, and her hair was frizzy and unkempt. Basically, Tony thought that Ms. Miller had dressed for her first day of teaching looking like a homeless librarian.
After watching Ms. Miller standing at the front of the room for a few moments, Tony began to realize that none of the class was paying her any attention at all. Everyone was still talking at normal volume and continuing as if they were in another free period.
Tony watched Ms. Miller clear her throat, with no response from the class. She tried to say something, but was drowned out by the hubbub around her.
Finally, Ms. Miller began to write her name on the board: "Ms. Miller." At that, people quieted down.
When the din had stopped, Ms. Miller tried again. Tony would always remember the first sound that came out of her mouth. Later, in a quiet moment, when he'd asked her about it, Ms. Miller would say that she didn't know why she made that sound. Maybe it was being out of breath from running to her class. Maybe she hadn't spoken to anyone all morning and hadn't warmed up her voice. Maybe it was just being nervous.
In any case, the first sound that came out of her voice -- the first sound that her new class of seniors heard from their teacher -- was a distinct "SQUEAK!"
Charlie Thompson, a popular football player, laughed first. A few girls joined in. Soon, everyone in the class began to laugh.
Ms. Miller appeared absolutely mortified, and ran out of the room with her face turned away from her class.
By the time she returned a few minutes later, the new teacher's nickname was indelibly set in the halls of Robinson High School: "Mousy Miller."
As weeks went on, Ms. Miller's control of the classroom just slid downhill from there. Calculus was never an interesting subject to begin with, but it was even more difficult for a class of seniors who were being lectured to by her thin, quiet voice.
Tony had seen at least three renditions of drawings of a mouse dressed in shapeless rugs, representing how Ms. Miller had looked on the first day of school. Several of the students would regularly talk at full volume at the back of the classroom, distracting what few students were actually trying to listen to the lecture.
It was horrible, and Tony felt that Ms. Miller looked increasingly depressed about it. After school one day, Tony had seen Ms. Miller talking to another teacher about her problems. She looked like she was about cry.
Finally, one day a full month into the class, the class was in full ruckus mode. Ms. Miller was again late.
Tony stood up and said loudly, "You guys!"
Everyone stopped for a moment and became interested in what Tony was saying. Although he wasn't the most popular student, he wasn't unpopular either. Others knew that he was one of the better students in school, and had a good chance of attending a decent college.
Tony felt sad that Ms. Miller, the first year teacher, was having such a hard time teaching at their school. He took other classes with many of the same kids, and knew that they were generally a well-behaved bunch who were interested in going to college. It was just that she'd made just a bad first impression.
Tony didn't remember exactly what he'd said that morning. He'd never been a good public speaker, and tended to get tongue-tied when he did get in front of the class. But he could remember how he started: Tony shared honestly about his own mother, a teacher.
She had shared with him that she had a very difficult first year of teaching. She was a bad public speaker, she wasn't organized, the homework grading was overwhelming, and she didn't know how to control a classroom. The summer after the first year, she'd even thought about quitting. But she'd stuck with it, improved and matured as a teacher. Now most of the students knew his mother, and knew that she was one of the very best teachers in their district.
The implication was obvious. The class should give Ms. Miller a break, and forgive her first impression.
When Ms. Miller entered the class just a minute after he'd finished that day (had she been listening?), the class was much better behaved. The rows of desks were roughly straight, and most of the talking during class was confined to a few whispers.
For the first time, Tony was able to hear Ms. Miller's lecture. He realized that she was actually fairly clear and coherant, once you could actually hear her. He found himself enjoying calculus class, and thought that the other students in the class might agree.
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Which brought Tony back to that day. Here was Ms. Miller standing right in front of him, talking to him.
