Yes. It would be great if she could help you find a summer job

You’re a little nervous getting this much attention from any teacher, much less one as beautiful as Ms. Fellows. Your cock starts to stiffen when her hand touches your thigh, you try to breathe slowly and relax, so you don’t get a full-on erection that she might notice.

When she offers to help find you a summer job, you’re grateful. You hadn’t even started looking yet and were beginning to worry that all the halfway-decent jobs would be filled soon. You grin and nod, “That would be great. Thanks, Ms. Fellows.”

Your teacher shakes her head and tsks. “I told you to call me Emily, Dave. I’m off the clock.” She says with a light laugh.

You can feel your cheeks warming with a blush, “Um… OK, Emily.” You say her first name experimentally.

“Thank you,” Ms. Fellows says, smiling wide, “Now I don’t feel so much like an old woman. Maybe just an older woman. How do you feel about older women, Dave?” She adds, her voice becoming a bit huskier, sultry. Her cheeks flush red. “Sorry, I really shouldn’t tease like that. You’re still my student for another…” she pauses to do the math in her head, “26 days until graduation.” She licks her lips. “Time seems to drag as you get close to the end of the school year, doesn’t it?”

You laugh, “Yeah, it can. I didn’t realize teachers felt that way too.”

“Teachers have more to do when school’s in than students do. You just write a few papers for my class. I have to read and grade a couple dozen of them for each class I teach. And you’ve got graduation in sight. I’ll be there every year until I retire. Summer vacation is a big deal for teachers — a chance to relax and really enjoy ourselves.”

She turns her face towards you, “But it’s all worth it, when the right student comes along.” She gives your thigh another light squeeze.

You don’t know how to reply to that, so you keep quiet. Her hand rubs up and down your thigh a couple of times, before it returns to the steering wheel.

The drive isn’t very long. Soon she pulls into a condo complex and parks. “Here we are. Come on in.” She says, and leads you up the walk, and into her ground floor unit. Once you’re inside, she kicks off her shoes, and shrugs out of her blazer. ““I’m going to get out of my work clothes. Take off your shoes and get comfortable. If you’re thirsty, you can grab a coke from the fridge.” She tells you. She walks down the hall, away from the kitchen and living room. You can’t help noticing the sway of her hips. She looks back over her shoulder and smiles when she sees you watching.

You kick your sneakers off. Your mouth is feeling dry, so you think grabbing that coke sounds like a good idea. You head to the fridge and grab a bottle of Mexican Coke. You’re sipping it when Ms. Fellows, Emily, walks in. She’s wearing a tee shirt and tight little shorts. You realize that she always dresses conservatively in school, wearing a bulky sweater or a jacket, and a long skirt or pants. You now know there’s a good reason, she’s hiding her body so that a bunch of horny teen boys can concentrate on her teaching.

Emily has her cellphone to her ear, talking to someone. “I’ve got a wonderful student who’s about to graduate, and he’s looking for a summer job. I think he’d be perfect for you.” She pulls out a chair from the kitchen table and waves you to sit down in it, as she keeps pacing around the kitchen.

“He’s a good communicator, and very personable,” your teacher says into the phone. Her fingers trail across your shoulders as she walks behind you. You can’t help thinking you hope this job doesn’t require you to talk to any women, if she’s selling you as a good communicator.

Ms. Fellows lowers her voice slightly. “I’ll owe you one, big time. This is important to me. He’s great and I want to see him doing well… Yes… of course I can, and I will… if you give him a chance.” She resumes a normal tone. “Wonderful, I’ll give him your contact information, and have him call you to set up an interview. I’ll see you Friday.”

She puts her phone down and leans down behind you and wraps her arms around your chest in a tight hug. “I got you an interview. I’m sure you’ll wow him, and it’ll be a great job for you.”

You clear your throat, nervously. “That’s great Ms… Um, Emily. I, uh, can’t thank you enough for helping out. It’ll be a big relief to my mom if I make some money.”

Her fingers trail up and down your chest. “Hmmmm… If you weren’t my student, I’m sure I could think of a way for you to thank me enough.” She purrs in your ear. “But graduation’s just 26 days away.”