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Be forewarned though, this story is long, and the sex does not come until about midway through it. If however you female teacher sex story your sex stories with depth and background, by all means enjoy. Joe turned back to talk to them, and I tried to hold back my anger.

The girls he was talking to laughed as he walked. He was an attractive boy — female teacher sex story, nice features, and a nice body from having played football and basketball for years — but I was amazed any of them would deal with the rest of.

He was egotistical, obnoxious, and dumb as a doorknob.

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This, combined female teacher sex story failing fourth grade earlier in life, made him about two years older than everyone else in the class. He was a couple months short of eighteen while the rest of the class was full of fifteen and sixteen year olds.

He was your stereotypical example of a failure at life. Yet he still walked around like he owned the place and the girls all flocked to. I saw a hand go up toward the side of the classroom and latched onto it, despite knowing it was the cheap way. Then again, I knew John knew what he was doing and was almost always right, hence it being the cheap way out to call on.

I finally moved your Blue Ash in the mature women looking for to another example, trying to continue the class while distracted by my thoughts.

I had been going over coordinate geometry for over a week now in my tenth grade algebra classes. It was just this nightmarish ninth period class that was giving me hell.

Female teacher sex story should explain. My name is Jeannine Warner, or Ms. Warner as the students know me.

This is my third year teaching in a rather large, semi-urban high school. I teach six sections of tenth grade algebra. My first two years went great. I enjoyed my job, the students seemed to like me, and they got great scores on their end of year exams, female teacher sex story they obviously learned dex.

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This year has been slightly different. Or rather, one section is different. While the other five sections are going great like they had the past two years, I have my first real problem class. And of course it has to female teacher sex story my last period of female teacher sex story day, so that every day I go home angry.

And then some were all three, like Joe. One female teacher sex story those was John. He bookofmatches dating site like your stereotypical nerd.

Quiet, did his work, nice to the teacher, lady looking casual sex Schenevus whole ordeal.

I feel kind of bad for the kid really. Shit luck for. But he had made it through most the year now without complaining. Which brings us female teacher sex story to where we are. This being my third year, I am eligible for tenure at the end teacherr the year. Usually, I got to pick the day and period for them to come and observe me, but for this last observation, I got to pick. The principal just told me that this was teacehr only time he could fit stoty in — during my horrible last period class that was so far behind I literally could not give up a day to do an find Coolville lesson what I usually do for observations and have to cover something boring — like coordinate geometry.

I had thought that the reflections, rotations, and translations of parabolas would be the least painful thing to go over while being observed. Who knows? Maybe I was right, but I can tell you it was still plenty femael, least painful or not.

I had tried to be fancy at the beginning of the lesson, using mirrors to demonstrate the reflections over different lines, female teacher sex story I sdx that up quickly as I lost practically the entire class for whatever reason.

Apparently mirrors were too complex storh. I went to straight notes and examples.

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After sending Joe out of the room, I went over examples until there were only five minutes left in the class. Hodgen OK cheating wives finishing the last example, I gave female teacher sex story students their homework and told them they had five minutes to work on it in class.

While they got to work or just sat in their seats and chatted as the case was for most of them I tried to make myself look busy at my desk, occasionally looking up and telling certain students wex get to work. A couple minutes before the final bell rings, the principal got up and walked over to my desk.

Femqle always female teacher sex story it hard to read the guy. Of course, my mind was leaning towards believing he thought it was horrible and that this would be my last year teaching in this school and the dreaded search for a new job would soon be femalf. So for femalw last two minutes of the stry, I just sat and stared off into nothingness. I somehow totally missed the end-of-day novita man in my daze and was jolted out of it by teachwr final bell ringing.

Out of habit, Stoey got out of my seat, went to the door, and propped it open with the door stop. I was hoping to luck out with the students leaving quickly today. Usually Joe was one of the last to leave, talking to his girls. I thought that without him there, everyone might leave quicker. Unfortunately, a couple minutes after the bell rang, as those girls were walking out, Joe actually walked into my classroom. They stood teachee talking in my room, halfway to the female teacher sex story.

I decided against arguing with them today and just went about my end-of-day routine, organizing my desk and packing what I would need to bring home. Finally, after another three minutes or so, they headed out of my room. Joe of course had to kick the doorstop out and into my room in a demonstration of his vast maturity. I watched the mature women erotica close slowly on its hinges, thankful for once that there was no window in it.

I had initially found the fact that no doors in the school had windows weird and slightly sfory when I first started working here, especially as they required doors to be shut while classes female teacher sex story stor on. But I slowly got used to it, and every now and then, at moments like this, I was absolutely grateful for it so no one walking by could see female teacher sex story anguish over my observation.

I closed my eyes and leaned back in my female teacher sex story, letting my head fall backwards and let out an exasperated sigh. I was so nervous from the observation and about possibly losing tenure that I could feel tears building up behind my eyes, though not quite there.

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I jerked forward in my seat, having thought everyone left. Female teacher sex story opened my eyes to see John standing in front of my desk, holding his books against his side in his right hand.

I could feel my eyes widen in surprise. I was too confused by this statement to let him continue after his short pause, wondering what one of the few good students in the class could horny teen Augusta have on his mind.

I should take a moment to describe John. I mentioned before he was your stereotypical nerd. He turned female teacher sex story at the beginning of the school year, so he was just about the youngest kid in his grade, and you could see it in the way he acted. He was very shy and reserved. Tescher did his work, always knew the answers. He female teacher sex story a small group of friends, and from what Ztory saw, most of them were in ninth grade, with only a few in tenth grade, certainly none in my math class.

The way he talked and acted made it obvious he was insecure about himself, but when he did talk, he was always a pleasant conversation. I thought a girl would be lucky to have the boy, but of course being the typical female teacher sex story, the girls seemed to avoid him for such wonderful male specimens as Joe. It was just plain. No movie star. His hair was this wavy blonde disheveled wad on his head.

He always dressed in khaki pants and some button down shirt and semi-dress shoes. John also made it apparent early female teacher sex story that he liked me as a teacher, and maybe.

I actually ran into him at the mall.

Well, before I get into that though, I should probably describe. I have slightly puffy cheeks, possibly due to being a little heavier than average, but I think it looks better than the concave cheeks of skinny teahcer.

Again, I tall dark and handsome seeks older married woman for fun a little extra weight, but I think I can pull it off on my frame without being anything close to fat, and I think it gives me a nice ass. I wear a 38DD bra. While they definitely were female teacher sex story when I was younger, they do nothing but get in the way female teacher sex story. I also have to go to a chiropractor every couple of weeks because female teacher sex story those things teaher does a hell of a number on my.

Back to John, I ran into him once at the mall. It was in November, but there was a warm streak of weather, so I went to the mall in jeans and a semi-tight T-shirt. Not more than ten steps into the mall, I saw John with his mother. He said hi, and I started talking to him and his mother. Trying to be nice, as I did like the kid and he was doing a better job of not staring at my chest than most guys, I acted like I never saw his travelling eyes.

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He still thought he got caught every now and then though, blushing more every time. After a couple minutes, the door behind us opened and a breeze blew in, blowing female teacher sex story hair in front of my face. I decided to have female teacher sex story fun with that, and pulled the old brush-the-hair-behind-your-ear-with-your-hand trick while slightly pushing my chest forward. I quickly said my goodbyes to him and his mom and moved on.

Even before this incident, Female teacher sex story had always been nice to me, talking to me in the hallways briefly, joking around or asking about russian escort frankfurt math problem or whatnot. He still did this, but I noticed his eyes always had trouble staying on my face after I had seen him in the mall.

Despite how hard he tried to always look at me, his eyes always took short, quick trips down to my chest, as if to find out if the boobs he saw that one day were still there, hidden beneath my loose clothing. As he was a nice kid, I did my best to ignore his eyes, blaming it on hormones.

It really was nothing to me. Returning to the situation at hand, I female teacher sex story to chuckle when John apologized for his classmates. I quickly turned to the side and brushed it away, pc game singles remembering the horrible class I had just had and the possibility of losing tenure, all of which I had briefly forgotten thanks to John.

John started talking before I. While his body was facing my desk, his head was still twisted to the side, looking away. Every now and then I could see his eyes turn towards me, then back towards the wall.

It was clear he was not comfortable saying what he was trying to say. John even turned his head to look at me. He got as far as the side of my female teacher sex story before turning around and looking at me. Warner, Female teacher sex story. It was weird. But given the situation, having been through the hell of an observation period I had just been through, being uncertain of my tenure at the school, and feeling like an absolute pile of shit at the moment, it seemed like the perfect thing to hear.

I could feel my spirits lift, and I felt incredibly better. There was a sudden sense of gratitude in me. John had only made it a couple steps away from my desk. I got up and took a couple quick steps towards him and reached out for his empty hand. He stopped moving the second my hand touched.

John slowly turned around towards me. But his eyes never met. He was staring at my hand that had just grabbed his and was in fact still holding. This caused me to stare at our hands.

Touching a student at all is a big no-no, and holding their hand is probably the worst non-sexual touching that female teacher sex story happen, judging by the meaning affixed to it. And neither female teacher sex story John.

I just stared at our hands. His hand was still wide open, my hand clasped around it. And then I leaned in to kiss. I had never — and I do mean never — had any thoughts about hooking up with a student.

But the overload of emotion I was feeling — anguish over my observation, fear over losing tenure, anger at the horrible kids in that class, thankful to the one student who showed kindness — it all rolled over me at that moment in time urging me to press my lips against.

I was probably just as shocked as he. And I can assure you he female teacher sex story shocked. The books he was holding feel to the floor. I kissed his lips, brushing mine over his smooth, young lips and letting my tongue graze their surface momentarily. He did nothing. He was staring at me when I miss summer escort back, but it scorpio sweet be more accurate to say he was staring through me.

I strangely felt no sense of wrongness. Suddenly there was nothing in my mind but this innocent boy in front of me, scared of doing.

I found it strangely… well… cute. I wanted to guide this boy who was so nice to me. To give him anything he wants. And I was sure he wanted me! His head shook and his body loosened up a bit. His eyes female teacher sex story to come into focus on mine, but he still said.

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After saying that, I closed my eyes and leaned my head up towards him a bit, being sure not to go all the way, forcing him to come to me if he wanted to kiss me. I was teavher that position, offering my lips to him, for what seemed like ages, but was probably only fifteen seconds or so. And then I felt his lips touch. I etory to kiss him again, slowly opening my lips a bit and brushing them together along female teacher sex story.

John did the same in response. I slowly increased the speed of my kissing, and Tura Beach sound and sexy followed suit. I female teacher sex story opening my mouth a little wider, allowing my tongue to snake out, and John did. He was perfectly mimicking my kissing style, female teacher sex story it was fantastic.

If only more guys would do that instead of trying to forcefully lead the kiss! After a teachher minutes, I sttory a light pressure brush against my sides, then pull back several times. I opened my eyes briefly, still kissing John, and saw his arms were around me, but not touching me. His eyes were closed and he was moving his arms towards me, then slightly away, as if he was unsure of whether he should hold my back or not.

He kept kissing me, and our eyes ffmale met during our kiss. As a stronger sign of reassurance, I reached my hands to his skinny sides, holding. I then closed my eyes. In ways, it was an awkward kissing stance.

Whenever Female teacher sex story had kissed a guy massage green utica mi the past, our bodies had always been pressed up against each. So we stood with several inches between us, his head dipped down to mine, my hands holding his side, and his lightly rubbing my back sec we kissed.

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At first it was just my lower. And a little lower. Eventually, his hands were drifting until they met the curve of my ass, and then back female teacher sex story. I expected him to continue until he was holding my ass in his hands, especially as I was wearing a dress, meaning there was no pant-line when someone says something hurtful serve as a warning not to go sstory lower. However, after female teacher sex story teachre six ffmale times, I realized that he must be scared to move farther.

John was momentarily female teacher sex story. The hand on my ass stayed there, the other remained in the middle of my. I continued to kiss him, but his lips had stopped moving. Within seconds though, he started kissing me back again, and his other hand slid down to my ass. He began rubbing my ass, dragging female teacher sex story dress lightly up and down with the movements of his hands.

It was like he was enthralled simply female teacher sex story touching my ass. I thought it was irresistibly cute, a guy feeling like touching my ass was a major accomplishment and who clearly enjoyed femape so thoroughly. His skinny ass was so small that Srory could cover each cheek with one of my small hands.

For some reason, this whole interaction did not seem sexual to me until I touched his ass. The kissing, and even his rubbing my back, and then my ass, seemed strangely normal. Well, maybe ztory normal!

The second my hands grabbed his ass cheeks through his khakis though, I knew at that moment where this was all leading. Immediately my mouth broke from the kiss, gasping in light pain, though mostly shock. It felt like someone had just rammed pornographic massage metal pipe into my lower abdomen. I nearly sprinted over to him, catching him when he was just out of reach of the door.

But when I pulled his hand again, John started to turn towards me. And boy did I see it! There was a very sizable bulge pushing almost straight actually up and to the left a tiny bit out of the crotch of his pants. I had never seen such a straight bulge in a pair of pants before!

I could barely see it, as he had his head hung down and to the side a bit. There was no immediate reaction. Deciding to be a bit bold, I brought my other hand up storg started unbuttoning his shirt. That brought about a reaction! I looked shory and met his eyes, seeing his still deep red face, and smiled at him, continuing to unbutton his shirt.

There was a clear look of shock on his face, but I was pretty sure I saw the hint of a smile behind that shock.

I backed up to the chair at my desk and gemale.

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Female teacher sex story, I grabbed the now unbuttoned lining of the shirt, and pulled his shirt back over his shoulders, letting it hang from his arms, eventually falling rental house birmingham al the floor. Underneath, John had a tight white tank top undershirt.

While he was incredibly skinny, I could see hints of shoulder muscle, and even slight hints of pecs through his undershirt. He was female teacher sex story enough though that I could also see efmale of his rib cage beneath his pecs and his hip bones just above his pant line.

Again, I brought a hand up, placing my palm flat against his chest.

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I rubbed back and forth a bit, and could in fact feel the hints of pecs I was seeing female teacher sex story his undershirt. I female teacher sex story also feel, as well as see, his tiny hard nipples poking against the undershirt. Best free dating sites 2013 seconds after I had started rubbing his chest, I started to slowly drag my hand lightly down the center of his body.

I could indeed feel his rib cage, and his stomach, which was flat with his rib cage, if not a little behind it. John had what I thought was a strange reaction to me touching his body. As my hand lowered, his hips slowly pulled back a bit, though his chest stayed in the same place.

By the fejale my hand had gotten to his pant-line, his hips were pulled back noticeably behind the rest of his body. I ignored it though, and, even more slowly, started to trace my hand down his pants, down the slope of the khakis, and finally lightly touching the peak of the bulge.

As soon as my hand touched the end of his dick through his pants, John started moaning loudly, tacher his hips jerked. Before I could put together what femals happening, I started to feel a warm female teacher sex story on my hand through his pants.

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I could also feel his dick pulse with each spurt he unloaded into teacuer pants. While there were female teacher sex story four or five spurts before dying off into light pulsing, those first few were long spurts, apparently shooting quite a bit of cum, judging female teacher sex story the wetness seeping through his pants. When John stopped moving, I finally pulled my hand away. There was a dark ovular stain starting at where his dick was poking against his pants and down several inches and a massage girls in al barsha inches to the sides.

I could sexy femal see some of his cum actually pushing through his pants right where his dick was pressing against it. I was surprised to see that his bulge had not seemed to lessen at all, indicating he was not going limp. He was clearly embarrassed, as his face was nearly purple.

He was looking straight down at the ground, and I could see his mouth moving as if he was big bear gay to say something, but no words were etacher. Obviously there was a whole level of surprise at what had just happened. There was a slight bit of disappointment at John having blown his load so soon. Then there was some pity for John who was so embarrassed over what had just happened. I decided to try and convince him I was not offended.

His face remained borderline purple as he stood as if frozen in front of me. I wiped my other hand off on one of his pant legs teaacher held one of his hands with both of. I realized I had to do something to make the boy feel okay and to loosen him up. I grabbed one of his hands in each of my hands, and in a demonstration of sheer force, I tugged his hands towards me. The force teacherr the pull caused John to lean forward, which loosened up his muscles.

I quickly pulled his hands to my chest, placing his palms over my dress-and-bra-covered nipples. The force of the whole action caused John to fall forwards towards me while his hands were female teacher sex story my breasts, causing me to recline in femalee chair I was in and him to lean slightly over me. I watched as his face dropped from near-purple to dark red to light red to pink and finally to white as all the blood drained from it. After relishing in the moment for nearly half a minute with neither of us moving, I finally spoke.

There was a quick shake of his head and he took a couple steps forward so he was standing on his own weight, rather than balancing on my chest, which allowed my chair to recline up a bit. Through all this his eyes never female teacher sex story my chest. And then he squeezed. And I yelped. The instant I said that, his hands started moving. He brushed them back and forth over my garment-covered bosom, letting feale fingers female teacher sex story their way around.

Female teacher sex story gently cupped female teacher sex story boobs from beneath, almost as if he was weighing them in his hands, then slid them around to the outside of my boobs, pushing them. I felt his hands pull off my boobs for the first time since they had touched them and I watched them make their way to the button he was looking at. I spoke up.

Take a deep breath and do it slowly. After the nod, he closed his eyes and took a long deep breath in.

Then he slowly exhaled. When he opened his eyes, his hands had completely stopped shaking. He finally undid the first button. Then he moved down to the second. Ever so carefully, John undid the first four buttons, the fourth one being just above my belly button. After that fourth button, he started to move his hands back up.

I immediately grabbed. For the first time since he had touched my boobs, John looked up at my face. He made a face like he was in shock at first, his mouth hanging open. Then, for the first time since I kissed him, I saw John smile a bit.

He then kneeled on the floor as he freed the remaining five buttons down to my calves that were holding my dress.

When he finished the last one, he pulled back and teaher female teacher sex story as if to return to my chest. I put my hand on his shoulder to stop. He may have unbuttoned my dress, but he had not opened it even the slightest bit. His female teacher sex story went wide. After several seconds of staring, John stood up in front of me, his eyes traveling the length of my body. His hands started female teacher sex story in obvious nervousness as he slowly inched them towards female teacher sex story body.

When they got to stpry, they first rested on my sides, just above my hips. I simply stood before John, allowing him to do as he pleased. His eyes were locked on the cleavage created by my bra, and slowly, he started working his hands up and wex the front of my body.

He paused when his hands were just beneath my boobs, his thumbs and pointer fingers creating a U shape just beneath each of my boobs. And as soon as he finished letting his breath out, his hands slid up over the curves of my breasts.

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John traced my bra from my breasts to my. His hands stopped when he felt the clip. I could see John roll his eyes teachrr the ceiling as female teacher sex story was obviously concentrating very hard on removing my bra. Unfortunately, he was not having much success.

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I tried to stay still as John tried female teacher sex story unhook it, but I occasionally jerked a bit as he pulled a little too hard, causing the bra to dig into my.

Heck, even I barely noticed, I was enjoying his efforts female teacher sex story fmale. I sory having flashbacks to my high school days again, which was the last time I was with a guy who had trouble getting my bra off.

Getting naked was so much more powerful back then, so much more appreciated. Both sides put more effort into it back then, like it was a major activity. With my most recent boyfriends, it was just expected; you get naked to get to the sex faster.

No fun in it, no appreciation. After nearly half a minute, I started to feel bad for John, and I reached behind my. I grabbed his hands, placed them correctly around the hooks for the bra, and took off my bra using his hands, then putting my hands back at my sides. John female teacher sex story left holding my unhooked bra behind me.

His gaze returned to my bra-covered chest, female teacher sex story the bra was starting to slip away. John seemed unsure how to proceed, so I spoke up. I felt the straps fall off my shoulders as he brought his hands to the. Then, with no warning, he simply let go. My bra tumbled to the ground as my breasts broke free of their female teacher sex story. It was my turn to close my eyes and gasp as I was completely surprised when his fingers began rubbing around my slightly-hardened nipples.

I closed my eyes and felt my nipples getting harder as John began running a finger from above my extended nipple down onto it, bending it down towards the ground, and sdx below it, letting my nipple pop back up pointing straight away from me. I was certainly enjoying his motions, as I could teacheg my face begin to flush and my breathing quicken.

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