It was my senior year in high school. Four years had gone by and the finish line was in sight. I could not wait until I was out of school and off to college. College was going to be great and so different from high school, especially the girls. At least that was what my friends in college were telling me. My only problem was my inexperience. I was about to enter a stage of life where sex was a commonly used tool and I did not know the first thing about how to please a woman.
None of this was my fault. I was a good looking guy. I was pretty popular, played football, and yes, I did go out on dates. But none of the girls I was with ever inspired a desire to have sex. Something about their personality. It seemed as though high school girls just were not my type. Kind of funny to think about when they were the only type available. Or so I thought.
It was during the last month of school that my life changed. My science teacher was a woman named Ms. Williams and she had to be the hottest teacher the world had ever known. Her dark brown hair laid just below her shoulder. She stood at about 5' 10 and was lightly tanned. Her round butt was accented by her very big and very beautifully shaped breasts. It was not just her looks that made her desirable though. Her attitude toward her students was playful but plutonic. She never made a sexual gesture in any form which made her that much more unattainable. Her voice is what I remember most to this day. She had a voice so pleasing to the ear that no one spoke in her class just to hear her more clearly.
With about three weeks to go in the year I got a big surprise. She asked me to stay after school one day to discuss my work in her class. I thought I had done good work until that point so you can imagine my shock at this request. I received her message during first period and worried about it all day. I could not eat lunch because my stomach was doing flips over what I might have done wrong. Eventually the end of the day arrived and I went to her classroom to face the music.
When I entered she looked up from her paper work filled desk and saw that it was me. She told me to shut the door which did not help with my pent up anxiety. I racked my brain trying to figure out what I might have done wrong and came up empty. I shut the door and stood there, frozen with fear, until she instructed me to take a seat in the desk across from her. My nerves continued to be unstable. I thought she was getting to behead me.
She signed a few pieces of paper, put them in a stack on her desk, and then looked up at me. Her brown eyes, which matched her hair perfectly, stared at me for a second. Then she spoke:
"What are your plans for college?" She asked.
This caught me way off guard. "Excuse me," I said, "I thought you wanted to talk about my work in your class."
"Well your work in class is very good so I thought you might be pursuing a science education in college."
This was not what I expected at all. She wanted to talk to me about good things. I calmed down immensely and continued the conversation.
"Science has always interested me so I will probably take a few courses," I said.
"What field of science interests you the most?" she asked.
"I hadn't really thought about it. What interests you the most, Ms. Williams?"
"I have always loved biology. And please, call me Stacey."
"Ok, Stacey," this seemed a little awkward for me. I went along with it though. "What do you like about biology so much?"
"I thought I was the one who was supposed to be asking the questions here," she let slight smile slip through as she said this. Then she noticed that I was actually interested in her response to my question. "Do you really want to know, Steve?"
I nodded. She seemed surprised at this and then leaned back in her chair. Her eyes darted up and down as if she was sizing me up. I did not know why she was doing this. I barely realized it was happening and only remember now. Then she stood up.
She walked around to the front of her desk and sat on top. Her legs were crossed at the ankles. It was a shame because I was eye level with her hips. Her hands rested on the desk, palms flat, keeping her stable as she looked me right in the eye now. I failed to return the favor though. My eyes were locked on her massive breasts. I began to wonder what they would feel like if I could just touch them for a second.