Teacher Sex

I've never had much luck with women. It's not that I'm unattractive; My looks are average at worst. I stand at about 5'11, with blonde hair, green eyes, & a slightly-muscular build. It's just that since I was a Freshman, I've loved computers. My Mom bought me an old computer from 1 of her work friends, & from the minute I turned it on, I immersed myself in the world of computer electronics: Programming, hardware, web design... Anything that interested me. Needless to say, my social life took 2nd place to computers in my hierarchy of importance. Throughout my high school career, I had only a couple of serious girlfriends. But by my Senior year, I knew most of the ins & outs of the computer world. Ironically enough, it was this knowledge that led me to become involved with a woman who showed me greater things than any hunk of plastic & metal ever could.

"Is anyone in here good with computers?"

I looked up from the thick World History book, suddenly interested when Ms. Davis had said something about computers.

"Anybody?", she asked again.

I hesitated a little, but raised my hand timidly. She looked directly at me. "You are, {firstname}? I'm taking a web design class this semester, & I have no idea what I'm doing. I mean, I've barely even touched a computer. Are you busy after school? Would you mind staying here & helping me study?"

How could I resist? Ms. Davis was a beautiful, young woman, no more than 25 years old. Her soft, young face was framed by a shock of lovely, light-brown hair; Her almond-colored eyes were big & innocent. I'd often found myself sizing-up her body, my eyes moving voraciously up-&-down her petite figure. She often wore soft-colored sweaters that showed off her round, full breasts. She wore at least a C cup, quite large for a woman of her size. She was about 5'5, & probably weighed no more than 115 pounds. I'd instantly taken a liking to her when I began taking her World History class. She was a calm & humorous person, unlikely traits for a teacher.

So when she asked me to help her study, I couldn't say no. She seemed like such a nice person, & was quite attractive as well; Getting to know her better couldn't hurt.

That afternoon after the last bell rang, I went to her class, & opened the door. She was sitting at 1 of the desks, looking down at a book. She looked up as I arrived, & we exchanged greetings. As I sat down next to her, I half-expected her to suddenly kiss me & tell me she wanted to have sex right there on the desk; I suppose it'd always been a little fantasy of mine to fuck a teacher. Of course, nothing of the sort happened. I helped her go over some notes, & study for a quiz she'd be taking the next day. Although the meeting seemed to be strictly business, she seemed comfortable around me, which made me feel comfortable with her. It didn't feel awkward or uneasy as I'd feared it would; She was such a nice person that I couldn't help but feel as if we were old friends.

After about an hour of studying, she thanked me for helping her, & asked me if I could stop by the next day as well. "Sure," I said with a smile. She thanked me again, & I left.

Things continued that way for the next few weeks. I went to her class almost every day to help her study after school. I became more & more comfortable around her; After a few days, I felt as if she was just 1 of my school friends. I could joke around with her, something I could never do with another teacher. Her pleasant smile & infectious laugh had made me feel totally at ease with her. After a few weeks, I realized that I was beginning to like her, not just as a woman who I was attracted to, but as a person as well.

I quickly scolded myself for having those thoughts. She was much older than me, & a relationship between her & I would probably be not only awkward but unwelcome. However, I was 18; It's not as if it'd be illegal... Still, I decided that it was just my overactive teenage hormones, & that it was best to set my feelings aside. She needed help with a class, not a boyfriend.

But as the weeks wore on, I began to notice something strange about Ms. Davis' behavior. Several times, I was reading a question from a study guide to her, when I'd look up, & see her staring directly into my eyes. The look on her face didn't seem to be 1 of rapt attention, either; More like 1 of enamored daydreaming. I'd call her name, & she'd snap out of whatever it was, & then ask me to repeat the question.

There were a few instances where it was hot in the classroom (it was getting close to Summer), & I removed the shirt of my school uniform shirt. Most of the time, I was wearing only a tight T-shirt underneath, & several times, I caught her staring at my chest or arms. One time, I even looked up from a paper to see her eyes traveling slowly up my chest. She was licking her lips slightly. When her eyes reached mine, she cocked her head to the side a little, gave me a mischievous grin, & asked me if I'd been working-out. I didn't know how to respond. I managed to croak out a reply, but I don't remember what it was.

Instead of the sweaters she'd worn when I started tutoring her, she now wore tight, sleeveless shirts. When it was cold in the classroom, her nipples were clearly-visible, poking through the thin material of her shirt & bra. On several occasions, I arrived at her class after school to find that she'd taken her shirt off, & was wearing only a halter top with no bra underneath. She'd also taken a liking to tight miniskirts that hugged her ass & showed-off her beautiful legs. She'd sit down in a desk, cross her dark legs, grin up at me, & tell me that we should get started. I could only sit down in a chair quickly, trying to hide my growing erection.

But most daring of all the things she did was drop a piece of paper several times, & bend over to pick it up, giving me a clear view of her round, hot ass. There were a few times when she wore pants that were so tight, I could see her pussy-lips through the material when she bent over. The sight drove me wild with desire. I wanted her so much, but still I kept my raging hormones in check. There were also a few instances when she'd ask me to pick up something from the other side of the room. As I stood up & retrieved the item, I could almost feel her almond eyes burning into my body. When I returned with it, she was licking her lips, & her legs were beginning to spread involuntarily. Many times, I thought of stopping & demanding what was going on - Just asking her if she liked me, & if not, what exactly she was trying to accomplish. But after careful thought, I decided it was best to let things run their course. I wouldn't have to wait much longer to find out what was going on.