You’re a little nervous, but you should get things straightened out about yesterday. Sure, get in her car.

You’re startled that your English teacher found you on your street. It makes you a little nervous. “Oh… Hi Ms. Fellows.” You nod to her.

She frowns at that. “We’re not at school yet, Dave. You really can call me Emily.” She licks her lips and smiles. “Please, get in so we can talk. I need to explain about yesterday. I know it was inappropriate, and it must have made you uncomfortable.”

You breathe out a relieved sigh when you hear her say that. If she wants to explain, you’re curious about what the hell was up yesterday. You open the door and get into the passenger seat. As you settle in, you see that she isn't dressed as conservatively as usual. She’s wearing a sleeveless blouse and a tight skirt. Nothing scandalous, but not as covered up as she always has been. Her curves are more obvious under these clothes.

She seems relieved when you get in the car. “Thank you, Dave. I was worried I might have scared you off, the way I was going on yesterday.” She says as she drives. “I wasn’t thinking straight. It was all... so sudden for me. I never had feelings like that for a student before, and I was confused by them.”

“Sooo… you never, um, said things like that to one of your students, before me?”

She shakes her head and laughs. “Oh no! I don’t think I would have lasted long as a teacher. No teacher who acts like that should.”

“But…?” you aren’t sure what she means by that.

“I mean, that’s not how a teacher should relate to a student, at all. I was clearly becoming unhinged. I kept thinking about how I couldn’t wait for you to graduate… so you wouldn’t be my student anymore. Then, we could do anything we wanted.”

You nod uncertainly. “Yeah… I remember.”

“I realized when I woke up this morning. I shouldn’t be thinking that way.” Her smile is wide.

“OK. It’s good that…” you begin, but she keeps speaking.

“You don’t have to be done with school. I could be! If I’m not a teacher anymore, you aren’t my student.”

“What?!” you blurt out. You realize that Ms. Fellows is driving past the turn to take you to school.

“I’m going to resign. I can get another job. Then you can move in with me. And you don’t have to get a summer job. I’ve got some savings. I could pay for your college.”

“Um… Ms. Fellows…” you stammer.

“Emily! Please!” She sounds ****.

“Emily… Where are we going?” You look out the car window, she’s pulling onto a highway.

“I was thinking we could get away for a little bit — a holiday to celebrate the start of our new life together. No one will mind if you miss a few days of school. You’re almost finished anyway.” Her hand rests on your thigh and strokes up and down.

“So… I figured we’d drive south down the coast and enjoy a beach trip before the season starts. I rented a little beach house. It’ll be nice and quiet, secluded. I hope you like the beach, Dave. I especially hope you like the bikini I brought.” Her hand moves higher, her fingers brush over the crotch of your jeans. Despite your nervousness, your cock responds to the touch, stiffening under the denim. “If you don’t, I can always go without it though. It’s a private beach.” She grins.

“Ms… Uh… Emily, I can’t just go on a vacation without warning. I have school. My mom will flip out. Think! Isn’t this all kind of crazy?”

She tilts her head to the side as she considers. “I am crazy about you, Dave. I don’t care what anyone thinks. I don’t care what it takes. I’m going to spend the rest of my life making you the happiest man in the world.” The pressure of her hand on your crotch has increased. Her palm is grinding over your hard, straining shaft through the fabric.

“OK, stop the car, please.” You say in desperation. She yanks hard on the wheel and pulls over fast, driving up onto the grass on the side of the highway, skids to a stop, and puts the car in park. Before you can do anything, she bends over towards you. Her mouth presses down over the bulge in your jeans. She exhales heavily through the material, her warm, moist breath surrounding your cock.