Continue Jogging

"Thanks for the offer, but I am good." You politely refuse. "I really need to get going."

"Oh well." Diana reacts in a disappointed tone. "Hope to see you around."

"Same here. Have a wonderful day, Diana." You take off. As you jog back home, you realize that you miss the opportunity of sleeping with two girls. Both, Angelina and Diana, are pretty attractive young women. Clearly, they wanted a bite of you. You start asking yourself the following questions. Why did I not go for it? Is something terribly wrong with me?

Then, you reminisce your after school session with Mrs. Myers, your art teacher. The smooth texture of her skin and breast. Your teacher moaning and screaming your name as you plowed her inside. The satisfying experience of being with a woman. All the erotic memories cause a boner in your pants.

The uncomfortable hard-on made you realize that your penis was not the issue. Could it be that you hold feelings for Mrs. Myers? Is that why you been turning down other women? Maybe you develop a fetish for teachers or married women or experience women? The only solution will be to see Ms. Myers.

The Monday after Spring Break, you walk in to Ms. Myers' classroom. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Myers."

Ms. Myers responds with a nervous tone, "Oh John, good afternoon to you too."

During the class period, Mrs. Myers monitors everyone as they work on their assignment. You note that she maintain a distance from your work area. Also, she avoided making eye contact with you. As you check Ms. Myers out, you daydream about that faithful day. Oh, how your teacher begged you to fuck her.

Everyone vacate at the end of class, leaving the two of you alone. "John, is everything okay?", she asks.

"Well Ms. Myers or Lisa, about the other day. . .", you bring it up.

"Yeah, about that day. John, what happen that day was a mistake." Ms. Myers expresses her view.

"A mistake?" You reply speechless.

"Do not get me wrong, you are a handsome guy with a valuable asset. The problem is I am your teacher. I am married with two kids. Not to mention I am older than you."

"But Ms. Myers, you loved it. You wanted to do it. You were begging me for more." You remark.

"I know John. It was my fault. I am sorry, but we cannot sustain a relationship. What we did the other day never should have happened. We will never ever do it again." Ms. Myers debate. Her words fume you with a mix of emotions.