It all started my first year of teaching. I was teaching freshman science, and I was a thousand miles from where I grew up. I'd moved to Texas knowing nobody in the state, but the principal I'd interviewed with, and having only met him once.
One curious thing I hadn't expected was how much teachers drink. It seemed there was a happy hour every Friday. Going to the happy hours caused me to fall in with the coaches. It didn't take me long to develop a huge crush on Terri, the freshman volleyball coach/biology teacher. She was 29, with sandy blonde hair that cascaded down her back, blue eyes, and a body to stop traffic. She was also, unfortunately, married.
It didn't help that she spent the bulk of our conference period most days in my classroom. She'd help me out with the issues of being a new teacher, and I listened to her vent about whatever her asshole husband was doing.
It all came to a head the week after Thanksgiving, when he announced that he was leaving her for his secretary. It was a miserable few weeks for her, until winter break. Corralling her at the faculty Christmas party pretty much meant I wasn't drinking, so when it came time to go, I was able to deliver her and a couple of the other coaches safely home. She ended up the last one to be dropped off, and only barely able to find her way her front door.
As I helped her to her door, found her keys for her, and opened the door, she finally stood up straight, under her own power, and hugged me close. "You're such a sweet guy." Before I could respond, she grabbed me by the head and kissed me. I was instantly hard and almost fell down because of the shock. When I could think, my first thought was, "She's still a married woman! I shouldn't be doing this." My second thought was, "SHUT UP!" followed closely by, "Wow! Her tits are fantastic."
I have no idea how long we stood there kissing, but it was, and still is, the longest single kiss of my life. We stopped kissing long enough for her to say, "I really don't want to be alone right now. Can you stay a while?"
Of course, I agreed.
"Good," she responded, besides, I don't think you can drive in your condition." As she briefly kissed me again, I caught on to her meaning, realizing that she had her stomach pressed against my hard-on.
As we moved into the living room, she pointed me to the couch and excused herself to the bedroom. By the time she came back, I'd managed to will my hard-on to go down by thinking about hockey. When she came back, so did it. Though she was wearing a baggy t-shirt and flannel pants, she was clearly not wearing a bra, and seemed to be as excited as I was. She curled up next to me on the couch, kissed me again before killing me. "I really want to have sex with you, but that's probably not such a good idea right now. Is that okay?" Kissing me after I told her it was okay didn't help much either.
Long story short, we built a fire in the fireplace, laid out some blankets in front of it, and snuggled up. She found a pair of her soon-to-be-ex-husband's sweat pants for me to wear before she snuggled her beautiful ass up to my crotch and went to sleep.
It took me a while to get to sleep, but I couldn't have been asleep long when I woke up to her almost silent crying. The fire was burning lower, but not down to coals yet. I also realized that the way she was clutching my arms around her filled my hand with the most fantastic tit I'd ever felt. Not thinking of what else I could do, I squeezed my arms tighter around her. I fully expected her to pull my hand away, but I wasn't expecting her to turn around, roll me onto my back and straddled me. As we kissed, we worked our way out of our clothes and she treated me to my first view of her incredible body. Amazingly, it wasn't the beautiful, huge tits with areolas the size of silver dollars that turned me on so much. It wasn't the neatly trimmed bush, or silky thighs that drew my attention. For the first time in the months I'd know her she had her flowing blonde hair down around her shoulders instead of pulled back somehow.
Before she could mount up, I pulled her down to kiss her. As I held her naked body, I whispered into her ear, "Are you sure?" We both gasped as she slid onto me. As much as I wanted to grope her, it was all I could do to just lie there and let her set the pace. If I did anything else I would have exploded inside her much faster than I did.
I managed to resist caressing her beautiful breasts, which were far more incredible than I'd ever imagined. The size of cantaloupes, they bounced and swayed, defying gravity, as she rode me until I filled her with several months of frustration. By some miracle, or maybe because of how horny she'd made me all year, I managed to stay hard. As she worked herself into her first orgasm, I just held her by the hips, enjoyed the view, and prayed it wasn't a dream.
