I’m living my dream. I’m a teacher. I had started working for a small paper in my hometown when I graduated college, but after working various jobs at the paper for about ten years I was finding no love for the work. I’d always secretly wanted to be an English teacher, but I didn’t have the balls to make the jump. I’d have to go back to school and take a pay cut, but it was what I always wanted. Since I was now in my early thirties, it seemed to be a dream that I would never realize. Then one of my college buddies who taught at a private high school a couple of towns over came to me with an amazing proposition. It seems there was a shortage of teachers. The school board had just passed a resolution opening the possibility of hiring non-education certified people as teachers if their experience fit. Shortly thereafter one of their English teachers retired. He was an older gentleman who apparently had been teaching at the school for a very long time and was known for being rather “crusty”. Well anyway, one thing led to another and suddenly here I was teaching high school English. I soon came to realize that not only had I landed my dream job, but I had landed it in one of the most affluent schools in the state. This school put some college facilities to shame. I taught in a small lecture hall that was larger than any regular classroom I’d ever seen. I even had my own private office that adjoined the room. The students seemed to like me, too. I guess they liked having a teacher that was a bit younger. Some of the students had commented that I “pick stories that don’t suck”. My friend, Kevin, had given me some warning about how to handle a classroom. Never let them see you sweat and that sort of thing, and I had been managing pretty well. The one thing I wasn’t prepared for was how attractive some of the students were. I swear the girls didn’t look like this when I was in school. Some of them seemed so mature, and well…built. I made mention, very delicately, to Kevin and he told me, “You just have to put it out of your head, man, or it’ll drive you crazy.” Something about the way he said it sounded like speaking from experience, but I didn’t question him any further. The subject was very uncomfortable for me.
The weeks at school pressed on. I was still doing very well and I had started to become sort of the talk of the school. The other faculty members had started calling me “rookie of the year”. What they didn’t know was that my discomfort with the sexuality of my students was slowly becoming torture. The torture was being inflicted by one student in particular. Her name was Chrissy. She was a petite little blonde with perfect curves. Her hair was long and soft, and she would sit in class and stare at me with those big beautiful crystal blue eyes while she twisted her finger around in it. My discomfort turned to torture one day when I realized that she had reached under her skirt and was slowly rubbing her crotch. She was sitting near the back in the lecture hall, which means that her legs are nearly eye level with me. It had been bad enough that I’d been fighting off staring at her shapely nubile legs below that damned school uniform skirt for weeks. When I realized what she was doing, I was so shocked I froze mid sentence, but looked away. She must not have realized she’d been caught because she didn’t stop. I managed to recover and get clumsily through the rest of the class, watching her as much as possible in my peripheral vision. When the bell rang, the students began to file out of the hall and as I sat at my desk getting my papers together I looked up at her as she walked by. She looked at me quickly, but then looked away. I didn’t look away. I couldn’t help it. She was absolutely stunning. Her hair, her face, and what a body. Her breasts were big, almost too big for her petite frame. I couldn’t help but notice the way they bounced lightly in her white uniform blouse as she walked. If she looked up, she surely would have seen me staring. Now my mind was on fire. I’d been watching her in class, and there were times when she seemed like she was watching me, but it almost seemed like she was daydreaming at the same time. I figured she was thinking about other teenage girl “stuff”, and just zoning out in my class. Whatever she was zoning out on that day must have been pretty damn hot.
I could hardly sleep that night. My mind was locked on the fantasy of her. I imagined what it would be like to unbutton that blouse and… oh God, I had to jerk off twice before I managed to fall asleep.
The next day she did the same thing. I was a little bolder this time though, looking her in the eyes more while I spoke to the class, and stealing looks between her creamy thighs. At one point her eyes closed and I noticed her toes kind of turned inward a little, but she made no sound. I wondered if anyone else in the class had picked up on it and looked around. No one else seemed to notice, except Lisa. Lisa was sitting a few seats away, and she had that same dazed expression on her face, except she was watching Chrissy! She watched her, and as she did she sat with her pen in her mouth, absentmindedly tonguing the end of it. Her other arm was inconspicuously crossed in front of her and she was slowly running her thumb up and down her sweater over her right nipple. I knew they were friends. Maybe Lisa liked her a little more than just friends. I’d seen them talking in the hall and eating lunch together, but they didn’t sit together in my class because I had used alphabetical assigned seating. What the hell? Lisa was a hot one too. She was the sultry brunette variety, a little taller than Chrissy and more of an athletic build. Her breasts weren’t as big, but she had an amazing ass. I’d noticed on gym days when they were allowed to wear sweats to school, which showed off their asses more than the skirts.
This was too much. I stopped talking and looked down at my notes as I felt a rush of heat to my face. The room suddenly seemed to jump 10 degrees and I realized I was sporting a partial erection. I was standing in front of the podium, so I turned and hurriedly walked behind it. When I looked up, I looked directly into Chrissy’s eyes. She had a wide eyed, not in that daze any more look. Had she seen? I looked over at Lisa and she was looking at me now. She must have picked up on Chrissy’s change of expression. Everyone else seemed relatively normal, even Foster, who was sleeping at his seat.
“FOSTER!” I blurted.
The class laughed as he jumped to attention, the side of his face all red and covered in drool from his slumber. I was glad for it. It broke the sexual tension and allowed me a moment to clear my head. Just then the bell sounded and everyone jumped up out of their seats. I watched Chrissy as she fixed her skirt and gathered her books. Lisa gathered her books and walked over to Chrissy. She whispered something to her and Chrissy looked up at me and then away quickly. I watched them as they followed the rest of the class toward the door.
That’s when I said it,
“Chrissy?”
She looked over at me almost shocked. “Yes Mr. S?”
I don’t know what came over me. I was suddenly possessed. The name had just seemed to leap from my lips on its own.
“Are you o.k.?” I said “You seemed a little preoccupied in class today.”
“Uh, oh, uh…I did? Um, well…”
“Am I boring you?”
“Oh no, Mr. S”, she said abruptly. “I’m o.k.”
Lisa continued out of the room leaving Chrissy. I stood up from my desk and walked around to the side of the podium and leaned casually against it. She looked up at me with those eyes of hers. I could feel the rush of sex in my veins pushing the words from my gut with a suddenly sexy hoarse tone.
“You know, you haven’t really been participating in the class discussions. Maybe you ought to come and see me after school and we can discuss the material without all those eyes watching you. I can tell you’re a little shy.”
She smiled nervously, but it was beautiful. “Wow. You have a beautiful smile”, I said. “I think that’s the first I’ve seen it.” Then she smiled even brighter and turned a slight shade of red.
“I love your class Mr. S.”, she said, and she suddenly had that look in her eye again. The one she had when she was rubbing her little pussy. It was more fuel on my fire.
“So I’ll see you after school, then Chrissy?”
“Uh huh.” she replied with a dazed smile.
I stood up tall and took a step toward her and returning her smile warmly I said, “Well you’d better get to your next class. I’ll se you later.”
She turned and walked out the door into the hallway and looked over her shoulder with a smile before she turned the corner. I just drank in her gorgeous legs before she passed out of view. Then I was standing there, alone in my empty room, drunk with the chemicals rushing through my veins. I don’t know how long I stood there in a daze before I suddenly said out loud in a breathless whisper, “Holy shit. What the fuck are you doing!” I ran palms over my face and hair as I turned and retreated to my office. I closed the door and flopped down into my chair. I could feel my heart pounding in my throat and I knew. She was a drug, the best kind. There are very few things in this world that can bring that kind of rush and I knew all at once that I was hooked and the drug was in control. I ran over the events of the last 20 minutes with astonished amazement. I couldn’t believe what she was doing in class. I couldn’t believe what her friend was doing. And I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I suddenly realized I was rubbing a huge erection through my pants. It had been way too long since I’d had sex. Since I had broken up with my girlfriend of 6 years, I had retreated from dating. I was never the most confident guy, even though I’m decent looking. I have some good features like broad shoulders and my height. I’m pretty well endowed too, with about eight thick inches, but I was never much of a ladies man. I do however have a very active sexual imagination and appetite. Over the last year since I’d broken up I kind of shut down for a while, but then I started to read sex stories and participate in some sexy chat on the internet. It had all fed something in me and now I was feeling the power of it consuming me. My mind was racing with all of the dirty, nasty, erotic, naughty, delicious things I would unleash on … on…and there were those eyes burning into my mind.