Furthering Michael's Education

The timbre of Michael’s voice easily carries over the noise of the lawn mower, “Hi Miss Jinsoku!” He warmly smiles at the woman of his dreams. She was carrying out some lemonade and sun tea for him, as she had a rather large lawn.

For the first time in a long time, Michael’s heart skips a beat when Miss Sayhoushi Jinsoku reciprocates his greeting. “Merry… merry meet, Captain!”

Captain was what Michael’s friends called him, referring to his reoccurring roll as Captain of the varsity team. Yet to hear Miss Jinsoku say it was always better.

The slightly wobbly tray easily revealed that Miss Jinsoku was sharing the nervous feeling with Michael.

Michael wonders if he is the reason for her jitters. Having affair with classroom young women his age a myriad number of times while in High School, he recognized the type of mannerisms that are signaling him that she is receptive to his charms. This is the first time a grown mature woman was reacting such as this though and it surprised him despite having wanted it.

Habits developed from years of working out. Michael lifts his shirt off his torso to wipe the sweat off of himself, before hanging it from his pants; and after shutting down the mower.

Miss Jinsoku was very nicely dressed and so it made Michael wonder. “Wow… you are felicitously beautiful, Miss Jinsoku.”

Blushing profusely from the comment, Sayhoushi stutters, “Oh… I … I am going to a Women’s League luncheon later.”

Mrs. Ryan, mom, specifically mentioned that the Women’s Luncheon was reschedule to tomorrow, a couple weeks ago. She had suggested to Michael that Miss Jinsoku might appreciate him mowing her lawn today instead of tomorrow.

Therefore, Michael knew that Miss Jinsoku was lying and hiding the fact that she had dressed up specifically for him. The luncheon must be the only excuse she could think of spontaneously.

Pulling out a chair, for Miss Jinsoku, Michael could feel the nervous affect he was having upon her with being this close. He specifically chose to leave his white duralexx shirt off, to enhance the affect he is having. The Goddess is beginning to show him a way to manifest his dreams and he is never one to turn down a gift from the Goddess.

With Michael’s torso bareback, he pulls another sturdy white ceramic lawn chair to sit right next to his former early secondary education teacher. The space between them is much less than what one would normally expect in a student/teacher relationship. Her corporeal shell gives off a slight quiver of nervous anticipation as a result.

Asking about Michael’s trip to State University, Miss Jinsoku chatted with him for several minutes. He revealed to her alone that he was told to attend training camp in August but he would be red-shirted his first year of his choice in fields of study. He’d still go to all the games with the team but the first year will be without any live playtime.

Michael finishes with how he would miss everyone and all his friends.

With a soft feminine manicured hand, Miss Jinsoku covers Michael’s to console and comfort him. Through his core a shiver flashed straight through like a bolt of lightning. A shiver courses through his own body, before he turns the tables upon her and puts his other hand upon hers; capturing and claiming it with both of his hands.

Heart madly thumping beneath Miss Jinsoku’s large B-cup breasts, as her innocent gesture now sends an illicit thrill through her own mortal coil.

Miss Jinsoku wants desperately to pull her hand away but she fails to find the will to power that action. Now putty in Michael’s hands her corporeal shell zings alive as he seductively caresses her hand and arm. His fingers toying with her new engagement ring.

A lie would be that Miss Jinsoku failed to find Michael very attractive. The exact opposite is true, but living with her boyfriend for three years now and accepting his marriage proposal she is beside herself with confusion. Their age difference is rather small and she is independently wealthy, so him being a recent graduated student is little concern of hers.

Some in society may raise a fuss but there is little they could do as Michael is now outside Miss Jinsoku’s own education system. They both are consenting adults.

“The moment I saw you walk through your door for my first 7th grade class, I dreamed of you, Miss Jinsoku… I… I got so down and depressed when I read about Mister Khun’s engagement with you.”

Still Miss Jinsoku wanted to tell Michael no, to stop. She beguiling myriad a young women into offering him their virginity if they had, and more, and even if he remains with her; Those kind of habits are difficult to curtail.

There was a story circulating during the later half of his senior year that some of his young teenagers would explore relationships with each other, while he was otherwise occupied with one of them. She did explore her bisexual side while studying in college but she is uncertain and confused.

Here was Miss Jinsoku’s former student telling her that he thought and dreamed of her constantly for the past five years. The idea that she showered and dressed enticingly just for him, abruptly comes to her realization.

‘Oh my… Dressing up just for him… why did I do that…?… To make myself look sexy for him! Oh my Goddess… oh my… what am I thinking!?!’

A full body shudder coarse through Miss Jinsoku as she finally regains her senses and pulls her hand out of Michael’s grasp.

Pushing the chair back, trying to get Miss Jinsoku’s feet under her again and working; Her chair nearly launches backwards as she stammers out, “I… Captain, I… I have got to run… to get to the luncheon on time!” She lies unconvincingly even to herself.

The abundantly beautiful woman of Michael’s dreams nearly runs back into the house in order to save herself from Michael. In her haste though, he notices, that the sliding door has been left partly ajar and open.