After I turned 18, my former grade 7 teacher (who was married) was living in my apartment block. She was about 30, and she was petite with long, dark black hair. When I saw her dressed to go out one night in a dress and high heels, I complimented her, then a little later I was at the front of my block when she came out dressed in a T-shirt, denim shorts and red high heels. I almost passed out because my heart was beating so fast.
A few months later I saw her as she was struggling to get home with some grocery bags, so I offered to help her. When we got the bags into her kitchen, I could see she looked a bit nervous (or excited), but was smiling and looking into my eyes. She thanked me for helping her, and asked if there’s anything she could give me for it. I said, no, I’m glad to help, and then she said, “Well, I should at least give you a kiss for being so nice.”
I leaned down to kiss her quickly, and then went back for a second kiss that lasted a few seconds longer. I felt her put her tongue into my mouth a bit, so I started French kissing her ,too. She was wearing her red high heels and a silky dress with no bra underneath. I slipped my hand inside her dress to feel her breasts, and her nipples were erect (she had wide brown nipples that I could see as I was feeling them). She was breathing hard and saying “Oh no!” or “Oh God!” but then she started rubbing the crotch of my pants.
She stopped kissing me and I thought she was going to ask me to leave, but she pulled me into the livingroom and onto her big futon couch. The big livingroom window was wide open, and even though she lived on the 7th floor I felt self-conscious about it. She kept saying she was so horny, and I was telling her how beautiful she was…all that kind of breathless sex talk.
Her dress came off easily, and I slipped off her panties, but I was struggling to get my own pants off. She started opening my shirt and kissing my chest with her lips, leaving lipstick all over me. When I finally got on top of her and penetrated her, she was unbelievably soft and velvety inside. It was my first time, so I thought that must be the way all women were. She kept saying “Fuck me, fuck me,” and I remember thinking “I’m fucking you! I’m fucking you!”
I felt like I wanted to keep doing it to her forever. She was such a fantasy to me, and looked even more beautiful in the nude than I had imagined. After we finished the first time, she got on top of me and started pumping up and down, so I had a chance to watch her. When she was done, I still was hard. She gave me a hand job while she kissed me all over my body, then said “You’d better go now.”
I think I started falling in love with her, but she avoided meeting me alone, so we never had sex again. I moved away and didn’t see her until about 20 years later — ironically, at a grocery store. She didn’t look much older than I remembered, although her clothes were more conservative, and she was with a daughter who was around 17 and looked like her. She introduced me as a “former student” of hers (yes, you sure taught me a few things, I thought), and I replied that she was always my favorite teacher. I still have fantasies about her.
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