I was a high school junior when I first had her. Mrs. Melissa Rich. She taught Pre-AP Physics. It was my hardest class that year, but my favorite for a number of reasons. And each of those reasons was Mrs. Rich.
Mrs. Rich had been my next door neighbor for two years before she taught me. My house had a pool and her's didn't, so she often brought over her two kids to swim during summers. Unfortunately for me, she wouldn't swim while I was around. Occasionally, she would have her cousin, who was my age, babysit and sometimes bring them over for a dip. Her cousin was attractive, and I never minded seeing her in a bikini on a hot summer day, but she was nothing compared to Mrs. Rich.
Mrs. Rich was only 29 at the time, but she didn't look 25. She was a 5' 1" brunette, with her hair kept over her shoulders. When I first met her, she was maybe a B cup. Her greatest feature, however, was her breathtaking ass. It wasn't a huge ass like you might see in a rap video, but rather cute, and what some would call petite. Nobody had a problem with the size when she came to school in tight fitting slacks, or jeans when the school would permit.
Throughout the school year, every single guy, in her class or not, would hit on her without ever receiving a simple flirty response. She was too smart. She knew that even if there was an 18 year old she chose to be the luckiest guy in the school, it would destroy her reputation and marriage in a heartbeat. Understandable, but not enough to stop any boy in his tracks. Including me.
I had playfully flirted with her like everyone else, knowing full well I had absolutely no chance with her. I considered myself different though. If she was going to pick anybody, why not her neighbor? Her neighbor who had watched her kids every now and then. Her neighbor who knew her a whole summer before she began teaching at her old high school, falling in love as freshman, two years before he could see her everyday in class. I thought of myself as her biggest fan, telling all the guys to stop being disrespectful when they would talk about what they would do to her. If only she knew how much I did for her. I had passed her class with a high A, which is a big deal for someone who could care less about school, knowing I could get into any college with my SAT scores. She caused everybody to pay attention. Including the girls who were all wondering what she had that they didn't.
When Spring Break was over that year, we all came back to the best surprise in the world. Mrs. Rich had received breast implants! She was now a small D cup, maybe a 32, but a D nonetheless! This changed everything! Not only did she have the nicest ass in all of the land, but the most perfect tits money can buy! She had now escalated the horniness of every guy tenfold, which is saying a lot in a high school, guys filled with hormones.
And then, she announced that she would be leaving, with her husband getting promoted to a bigger city. This meant one thing for us, we had less time to bed her and if we failed, oh well, she was leaving anyway. I began asking her to come over and swim, despite her telling me how innappropriate that was. Guys began using every trick in the book, stoppping short of touching because of the risk of punishment by the school district. There was a frantic nature coming out of every guy as summer approached, and Mrs. Rich leaving for good. And then she was gone.
I continued on with my life. Looking forward to leaving on going on to college in hopes of finding someone half as hot as Mrs. Rich. I spent nearly every morning jacking off in the shower to memories of her. I didn't even bother with the immature girls in my school. And the graduation was finally upon me. After a ceremony that was too long, I celebrated with all of my friends and hugged my parents. They were leaving on a business trip for the next week and I was watching the house. I said good bye and returned to the crowd to see some people for the last time, and then I saw her. Mrs. Rich came to my graduation!
I nearly ran to her and gave her a giant hug. We began to talk, I telling her my plans and then asking how she was doing and whatnot. I found out she divorced her husband and was in town with her kids and her staying at her parents house until she secured her own. I felt bad for her, but this was the greatest oppurtunity in the world!
"Um, you uh, um, you wouldn't have any plans tomorrow night would you?" I bravely asked her.
"Robert, are you asking me out?" she replied with knowing smile.
"No, no, no. I was just thinking, that you should come over and we could catch up! Not a date, you don't think I could ask you out, do you?" I stammered.
"Well I am growing tired of my parents constantly asking how I'm doing, and what I'm going to do. And as long as it's not a date, because that would be completely innappropriate even though I'm not married, I would love to have dinner with you." she answered knowing full well I expected her to say no.
"Oh my gosh! Really? Wow, yes, awesome! I have to go make a few appearance at parties, but I guess I'll see you tomorrow night at 8?"
"I'll be there."
We hugged and then I left intending to go to a few parties, but instead going home and to jack off twice before going to sleep.
I woke up in disbelief. I had worked up the nerve to ask Ms. Rich out. And she said yes!
I spent the better part of the day cleaning the house, making it presentable for my date, erm, guest. After that, I went to the store and picked up all the neccessary ingredients for dinner, wanting to impress her. I took a shower, put on my nicest clothes, and made dinner, finishing right before I heard a knock on the door.
And there she was, the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Ms. Rich was in my doorway in a yellow sundress, at my house for dinner.
"Are you going to let me in? Or are you just going to stare at me all night?" she said breaking my stare.
"I'm sorry. I just can't believe you're actually here. And you look amazing."
"Well thank you! But quit with the insults or I might begin to think this is a date."
My heart fell a few feet. Maybe this really wasn't a date, maybe she was just looking for some kind of human contact besides her parents...
And then she gave me a flirty smile and hope was restored. I led her in to the dining room where my masterfully prepared dinner awaited.
"That looks so good! You must have gone to a lot of trouble just for little ole me."
"Oh I just threw this together," I fibbed, "I wish I could have done more."
"Oh stop it! This is perfect!"
Dinner went better than I had planned. My meal was absolutely perfect, and she was actually being flirty, placing her hand on me a few times, giggling at my poor attempts at jokes, staying away from talking about her exhusband and instead focusing on me and what I was going to and where I expected to be and all that jazz.
"You know, I still can't believe you're here! I'm surprised you would even want to talk to me or anyone from my class after how we behaved."
"I'm a little surprised myself, to tell the truth. But you were always so kind to me and my family. I even heard from other teachers that you would stop those idiots in your class from talking about me."
I was shocked to hear she knew about that.
"What?" she asked. "Surely you didn't think I was oblivious to you boys talking about me? You must remember that I am an educator, and do know more than science."
"Of course you do! I know that! I just always thought you could care less about boys talking about you. I know you must be aware of your affect on teenage boys."
"I COULD care less about those teenagers. It's just that when one acts as gentlemenly as you did, I took notice. Not to say you didn't try yourself, always asking me to come and swim."
"Well I had to try. I knew you would never come over. I just thought that, I don't know what I thought."
"Hey, it's okay. And I'm here now, aren't I?" she worded seductively.
"You're right. You are here."
"And it's a beautiful night. Does the offer still stand?"
