By Notemale
To recap:
Miss Vickie Roach, A relatively young high school math teacher started this school year as she had in the past. Although she is a beautiful, sexy woman, she was also shy and introverted. Her dress was drab and hid her body. She rarely thought about sex, nor relationships, nor was she socially adept. That is until she started receiving email messages from one of her students in her sixth period trig class.
The email exchanges transformed Vickie to her new world of sexuality, she not only embraced it but craved it.
Anyway, there's a lot more. Read all of the chapters if you want to know every detail. I hope you enjoy this latest installment.
The last day of school.
Vickie sat at her desk. The school year had ended. The last day. The last day of a school year that had transformed her into someone she never knew existed inside her. But she liked this new person, this new Vickie.
The room was now empty but a few minutes ago it wasn't
Most students had raced off to their summer vacations, eager to leave school behind them. Most, if not all teachers also departed as quickly as they could.
Most students but not all.
Vickie's sixth period class, her last class of the day had come back after their last period, They visited her, they lingered, not so eager to have the school year of their dreams end. They talked and reminisced and for the first time in their school careers, they did not want the year to end. Their senior year. They felt an emptiness, a loss but Vickie assured them that they could visit her anytime. She explained that she would be eager to see them.
They shared their summer plans and asked Vickie about hers.
They shared plans but there was a sadness that permeated throughout the room.
Vickie, who during her April senior trip, never expected to be still teaching, told her students that she would be teaching an honors summer, math program. She explained that it was not set yet, due to the lack of enrollment but she hoped that it come to fruition. She needed to keep herself busy plus she truly enjoyed teaching.
They quickly ran out of things to talk about and they had made plans to meet friends, so the seniors reluctantly left Miss Roach, who was not only their former teacher but their confidant, their lover. The woman they could tell anything, the woman who not only allowed them to express their desires but allowed them to act upon them. She was their willing subject.
They exchanged hugs, a few tears and all of them took the opportunity to to touch Miss Roach. Many kissed the teacher and she willing accepted the hungry lips, the probing tongues, the aching desires.
Tommy McMichaels stood before his teacher and stared at her chest.
Miss Roach smiled and said, "That's a good boy, Tommy. Get a good look."
She then reached down and grasped the front of his shorts and found him hard.
"You make sure that you take care of this, Tommy. Remember, no headaches."
Tommy turned and slowly walked away because he felt that he was on the verge of tears,. He did not want to suffer the embarrassment from his classmates overhearing the conversation but he felt that he was losing a mentor, a teacher that understood him, a teacher that opened his eyes, literally, a teacher who was a friend, a teacher with a sexy body.
"Tommy!"
"Yes, Miss Roach?"
"Tommy, if you really need me, you know where the key is."
Tommy smiled. The loss didn't seem as permanent now.
The entire class knew what she meant.
"Tommy is such a good guy," said Maryellen
Her classmates nodded in agreement.
Miss Roach not quite knowing what to say added, "good guys are hard to find."
"Hard guys are good to find," quipped Nicole and they all laughed.
Then there was silence as they just stood there knowing the year was truly ending.
Vickie looked around at the students who remained.
Maryellen, dear, sweet, incredibly sexy Maryellen looked sad.
Veronica leaned against her friend James. James had one hand around her waist and greedily cupped a breast while the other was inside her shorts fingering her.
Vickie just smiled at them and nodded, remembering how James spent most math classes with his hand inside Veronica's panties, at least when she wore panties. Vickie knew that Veronica would remove her panties just for math class and then playfully scold James for only thinking about sex. But Vickie saw the lust in Veronica's eyes as James fingered her wetness.
Elona wore a cropped top that barely covered her hard tight boobs and left much of her midriff uncovered over her tiny skirt. The teacher marveled at how this foreign born student quickly assimilated into her new surroundings.
"I miss you, Miss Vickie Roach, You be my very best teacher," said Elona in her broken accent, in a voice that barely held back tears. She then rushed towards her teacher and threw her arms around her and hugged her deeply. The teacher let the girl embrace her, she let her take her hand and slip it under her cropped top and hold it to her naked breast, she let Elona grab her breast and then she let her former student kiss her fully before she turned and ran out of the room sobbing.
Miss Roach. Miss Vickie Roach had explained to all of her sixth period class student about the key. Where it was, when they could use it, what to expect of her. All of them had made use of the key since the class trip. Some just to talk and seek advice but they all knew that was just a ruse. Miss Roach was eager to console them, help with college decisions, and dreams, help them with their relationships but mostly they used the key for the sex. The boys relished the blow jobs as did Vickie. Maryellen and Nicole liked to play with the teacher's body and on a few occasions the three of them touched and probed, and licked each other till they feel asleep in each other arms and there was Dave. Dave was the one who transformed her. How patient he was as he set froth in his plan but it worked.
Miss Roach seemed to know their desires and was eager to please.
They slowly left. One after the other. Each giving their respect. Each touching her. The way they groped her was not in the least disrespectful and Vickie seemed to enjoy their touches.
Mary Ellen and Dave were the last to go.
The three of them just stood and stared at each other.
Vickie broke the ice when she asked, "well did you ever think that you'd fuck your trig teacher, Dave?"
They all laughed but the sadness filled the room.
"Can I come over tonight? I just need to taste that sweet pussy of yours," asked Mary Ellen.
"May I?"
"Huh?"
"It's may I? Can I means am I capable and we both know how capable you are at licking pussy."
Mary Ellen just wasn't in the mood and hugged Vickie and softly whispered "please," in her ear.
"Of course, but you know that I'll want some of yours in return."
Mary Ellen just released her, turned and left.
Dave started to follow when his former teacher said, "Thank you, David."
He just nodded, fearing that his voice would crack with the heartache he was feeling.
"I expect you to visit me often over the summer before you go away to college. I need to practice hand jobs and blow jobs plus I just want to get fucked."
He nodded and slowly exited the room.
"David, wait. Close the door."
He did as he was told.
"Come here, my teacher. The student who taught me so much. I want to give you something to show my appreciation."
