Owned Teacher Obsessed with Teen

As the hot Nevada summer progressed and as thirty-seven-year-old Julia Manis weakened steadily, she began to become really afraid; afraid of how far into danger her fanatical hunger might take her. With increasing anxiety, she watched as her emotional state fought madly against an overwhelming tide of foreboding whenever she found herself at home late in the afternoon. Specifically, her almost palpable disquiet soared whenever her across-the-street neighbour and former eighth grade student, gorgeous eighteen-year-old Madison Gray, came wandering over to her house to swim in Julia's nice in-ground backyard pool. And with Julia's anxiety and fear came the stark realisation that she could not in good conscience continue to lie to herself that she didn't know deep down inside herself exactly why it was true that this young neighbour girl made her so uneasy.

Julia knew why all right, and there was no use in her denying it. But she didn't dare tell anybody how she felt deep inside about this young girl. And she couldn't ask for help; not from anyone. For all her deep-seated hunger, Julia knew for sure what would happen to her if she ever admitted to anyone about how she secretly felt about Madison. Despite the worry that young Madison inspired in her former teacher, Julia knew she needed desperately to hold on to those fantastic, aspirant daydreams of hers, those daydreams entering upon how Madison would someday feel for her, and what the girl would do about it.

Julia knew in her very soul who she was. She had known all her life who she was. That knowledge kept her in a state of constant uncertainty about how Madison must really feel about her. Could the young girl really have any affection for someone like her, really? Or were her periodic signs of affection all part of some cruel game that the little girl was playing with her?

From earliest childhood, Julia had never really liked herself as a person. Her mother Harriet hadn't liked her either, blaming her daughter for her father's desertion of the family soon after she was born. She had grown up just naturally taking her mother's word for the fact that she was a worthless human being. Her mother had never really taken care of her or loved her, leaving the little girl pretty much on her own to fend for herself. Harriet's constant refrain was, "you are just so worthless and unlovable, why should I lift one finger to care for you".

Little Julia had grown into adolescence and young womanhood in a near constant state of loneliness and silent rage directed at her mother who had remained distant and uncaring all those years. When not enraged, Julia suffered bouts of deep depression for months at a time, believing as she did that her mother must be right about her. She shied away from making friends with her play fellows for fear that anyone who came to know her would soon discover just how worthless she was. She never dated in high school or college. She kept up acquaintances with a few people she had gone to school with, but none of these people would ever have thought of themselves as her friend. Through it all, Julia desperately longed for someone to love her unconditionally in spite of the fact that she knew how worthless a human being she was. Her emotional needs to be loved and cared for grew to be immense, and totally unrequited because she could never bring herself to reach out to anyone in her own age group for fear of the rejection she so deeply believed was her due.

In place of real, nurturing relationships with other people her age, Julia wallowed in a sea of fairy tale fantasy. Her tiny bedroom at home, then her dorm room at college, were crammed full of trashy romance novels that she read over and over again. She especially loved the stories about some poor, worthless girl being rescued from her tawdry, boring life by a strong, self-assured hero who would love her and make all her decisions for her from then on. Julia daydreamed incessantly about being caught up in such "happily ever after" scenarios. And as the years progressed, Julia found herself fantasising more and more that the hero in her favorite rescue story was, in fact, a heroine; a woman, strong, assertive, and brave; who swept Julia, the humble Cinderella character, off her feet and carried her off to some remote hideaway, and there, played out scene after fervid scene of torrid lesbian lovemaking.

Julia admitted to herself that she found it increasingly easier to indulge in the furtive masturbation that often accompanied her torrid fantasies if her mental daydream "Prince Charming" images were of another woman rather than a man, since she had seen both girls and women naked at school during gym period but never had she seen a naked man. By the time Julia was a college senior, her amorous fantasies had crystallised into one recurring scenario in which a ravishing young woman would find her, fall in love with her despite all her unworthiness, sweep her off her feet, and carry her away to some romantic veil, and there, culminate the storybook romance with a wedding night of sweet sexual bliss.

Throughout her college days Julia hid her sordid fantasy life by working very hard at "keeping up appearances." She so desperately wanted everyone around her to believe she had her life well in hand, even though she knew that was the farthest thing from the truth. For example, she had to admit to herself that she had chosen teaching as a career, not out of some noble desire to educate the young, but because she secretly dreamed that, if she helped young students learn, they might be grateful enough to like her, at least a little, and maybe to love her, at least a little. Because she put so much effort into succeeding in her education courses in order to make her sordid daydreams come true as soon as possible, Julia graduated with high honours and was immediately awarded a state teaching certificate.

Owing to her excellent grades, Julia was hired right out of college to teach at a small private girls' middle school, where she had made it a special point from the first not to be too strict with her eighth grade science classes, or demand too much of her young female pupils. The young teacher believed that by being lenient, she had a better chance of engendering affection from the girls in her class. She knew deep inside that her hope of friendship and, perhaps, even love from one of her students was rooted in a deeply unhealthy fantasy, but she could not muster up the strength of character to relinquish it.

Although she most certainly did not push her students to excel, Julia drove herself furiously in her efforts to entertain and please her young girl pupils. She spent much of her free time locating different kinds of visuals that demonstrated the various lessons she was supposed to be teaching and showing them to the class. Julia filled her school days with VHS tapes and then DVDs projected on a huge flat screen TV at the front of the class, while she sat in the very back of the darkened classroom hoping against hope that she was pleasing her pupils with her selections.

Her teaching salary plus a tidy sum left her by a distant relative who had no children of her own to leave her legacy to allowed Julia eventually to purchase a rather extensive house and lot with it's own back yard in-ground pool in an established, upscale subdivision near her middle school.

Even though she knew it was so very wrong, and also potentially extremely dangerous, school year after school year, Julia secretly searched among her female students for some young girl who might provide her with the love, emotional support, and stability that she herself lacked. She had a naive idea that a young eighteen year old girl, especially one of her own pupils who might actually like her a little, would be far less demanding as to what would please her than would a grown up adult woman. Julia was well aware that if anyone in authority ever found out what she was doing she would be ruined, so she kept up her appearances as a chaste, somewhat lenient, but well-liked teacher, while, in her secret fantasies, Julia was a predator, looking disparately for love and fulfilment among her young charges.

For fifteen long and painful years Julia searched in vain for someone among her girl students who exhibited the slightest interest in becoming her love object. Then, Madison Gray entered her life and everything changed.

From the very first day Madison walked into her eighth grade classroom four years ago, Julia had been struck by the fact that, for an eighteen year old, Madison was 'very' mature physically. Her pert young breasts pressed tightly against her thin school blouse, and Julia could tell from the cut of her blouse that the girl's tummy was flat and invitingly smooth except for that cute little roll of baby fat girls her age seem to have. Her legs, so invitingly displayed by her short school skirt, were well muscled and long, and her hips and bubble butt were those of the average girl at least three years older than herself. In a word, Julia found herself ogling Madison and secretly thinking "what a little yummy. Maybe she's the one at long last."

And to top it all off, Madison had this way of acting around Julia from the first that made her teacher feel like she should apologise to the girl for breathing the same air. Madison was most definitely "stuck up" in a way that only young adolescent girls from well to do families could be.

So what if Madison was a yummy little adolescent with a stuck up attitude. Why should Julia find herself being drawn to this particular young girl after all those years of searching? Wanting to gaze at her. Wanting to please her. Wanting Madison to respond to her positively. Wanting Madison to like her. Wanting Madison to love her. Julia was positive that, from the way she acted, Madison would be much more demanding as a prospective love interest that Julia reckoned herself to be worthy to be. Although she tried her best, Julia could not motivate herself to lust after any of the other girls in her class that year in the same way she lusted after Madison. Why did it have to be "stuck up" Madison who drove the older woman to distraction day after day?

Julia knew why, even though that knowledge was ashes in her mouth. She knew the more Madison treated her as if she were there to amuse rather than to teach, the more Julia found herself getting flushed and even a bit damp between her legs. Madison's way of treating her teacher left no doubt in Julia's mind that this young girl had seen right through her veneer of chaste respectability and knew her for the worthless, fantasy ridden wretch she really was. And for Julia, this meant that Madison became even more desirable with each passing day. Julia thanked God that Madison never seemed to want to take advantage of her teacher's growing fascination with her while she was in class, but it was obvious to Julia the young girl knew well enough the salacious effect she was having. The girl's teacher was certain Madison could see it in the glazed over expression on her flushed face every time the young girl caught her teacher looking longingly at her with those large downcast doe eyes of hers.