My hot teacher fantasy. A 3-part series.

By Androgynous other. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

 

I

got a temp job a few months later with a firm near to my old college

and I still popped in to see Amy for lunch and the occasional meal, and I

started to date more seriously. I'd had a few girlfriends, nothing that

ever reached the 'serious relationship' status.

Other Ladies.

I

moved back home and got into the same rut. Nothing long term but I made

sure that I did what Amy told me and gave more than I got. I got some

of my dates into bed, and I always tried to give them an orgasm, several

if they'd let me, but nothing serious; or that lasted over a few

months.

Three

years on and I'd just broken up with the last one without even

noticing; she'd gone on holiday to the Mediterranean with some mates and

never contacted me again after that. She came to my place the first

morning back while I was at work, took the few things she'd left there

and that was that. Unfriended and locked out on Facebook, never answered

my texts, end of story.

She'd

been the girl that wanted to 'be in a relationship' and sex was only as

small part of it. Right up to the point that we started to make love.

From our first night in bed and the crazy morning after, she became a

sex beast overnight. I was the first bloke to go down on her it seems,

and she was dead against it at first. But we'd done a couple of bottles

of wine over dinner, and she got daring.

To

get us past the whole 'dirty' concept, we stripped naked and jumped in

the shower and we just played with each other; the excess of wine meant

she let me run wet hands across her cunt, I found her clit and stroked

it working her to high anxiety, then slipped wet fingers inside her and

scrubbed her G-spot. She came, she cried, right there in the shower,

pulling my face into her cunt and grinding herself against me, like some

kind of porn star.

I

was her first on many things it seemed. Not the first shag but the

first person to make her come. She then had me repeat the procedure -

often. In bed we fucked and sucked, almost non-stop. I would wake up in

the night to find her pumping my cock to erection, then climb across me

and bounce us both to orgasm. She read the 'Fifty Shades' trilogy that

she left at my house so her parents wouldn't find them, and soon I was

pulling on the pony tail she started to wear and smacking her fine arse

as I took her on her hands and knees.

Seems

that in the Med she just got worse, and pissed with her mates she met

someone that apparently was much more in to her than I was. In fact my

best mate's girlfriend told me that the new bloke had gotten into her on

the first night of her holiday, in the car park of the hotel complex to

be exact.

I felt a bit slighted and somewhat lonely for a few weeks, but not like I was going to weep about it or anything.

A

month or so later I went off on a guys’ stag weekend for that best

mate, and we spent the weekend in the country, driving quad bikes on the

Saturday morning, trap shooting in the afternoon, a huge piss-up in the

evening, followed by a rather hung-over paintball session Sunday

morning, and a hysterical drag hunt with the hen party in the afternoon,

trying hard to stay on horses that almost none of us were used to

riding, that didn't want to behave and wanted to jump over low fences

and for us to fall off them.

Miss White.

As

we trotted across the countryside on rather uncomfortable saddles I saw

a face I thought I recognized, and it wasn't until the barbecue of

fantastic steaks, farm sausages and burgers served to us in whole

baguettes that I looked across the marquee we were in and I finally

remembered where I knew her from.

It was Miss White, class tutor of my final year at secondary school.

Okay,

I'm a bloke right; I should have looked longer at her face, but my eyes

went straight at the body of the hottest girl in the place in tight

jeans and a linen shirt half buttoned over a tailored vest top that

showed a narrow waist and perfect stomach, a fantastic bosom with a fine

cleavage, and hips in perfect proportion was an arse to match.

I appreciated that great rack I'd only ever seen swamped in suit jackets and baggy white shapeless blouses.

Back

in the day, Miss White was a bit of a hard arse and extremely tough on

her classes. With the benefit of hindsight she was, in the scheme of

things, an extremely young teacher, and the secondary school I was at

ten years back was a tough place for a twenty three year old straight

out of education herself.

"Fit

as fuck isn't she," said my mate the groom snapping me out of my

reverie. "That's Jo, Melanie's cousin, but they're close like sisters,

even though she's a bit older. She's a school teacher, she can teach me

whenever she feels like it."

"She

did teach me," I said, sipping at my umpteenth bottle of beer from that

weekend, "and I swear she never looked like that when she taught me

history and sociology in my last year."

"You lucky bastard," he grinned, "do I have the greatest idea!"

"Dave!" I shouted after him as he backed away from me.

"Mellie!" he called across the room, "minor change of plan;"

I

called after him again but was ignored, so not wanting the same

response from some of my other mates who were also groomsmen or ushers

and the like I went back to the barbecue for more steak.

What

I didn't notice was Jo White looking across the room at me, her cousin

Melanie telling her that the fine looking guy she had been making eyes

at across the room from her was a guy that worked on the same contract

as her Fiancé - his mate Terry.