When I was a sophomore in high school ('89) I decided to take a Russian language elective course. It sounded interesting and since virtually everyone else was taking Spanish or French, I figured why not??
The teacher was a Ukrainian woman named Yelena. She'd only been in the States a short time and this would be her first teaching job. She wasn't obviously pretty, but she had a nice figure and a sweet personality so it didn't really matter. She was about 5'11'', a little stockier built than American women (but she wasn't fat). She had red hair that curled slightly and pale green eyes. Her English was heavily accented, but it only added to her charm.
The class was full that first week. Thirty-seven kids. By the second Monday morning we were down to nine. Nearly everyone transferred to Spanish, French and German by the end of the one week grace period. Yelena was really upset, taking it as a sign of personal failure but it made for a much cozier classroom environment for the rest of us.
As days turned into weeks and weeks became months it was obvious that I was the star pupil. I just took to Russian like a duck to water. Yelena was constantly praising my pronounciation and admiring my handwriting, often showing the rest of the class my work and claiming my cyrillic penmanship was better than her own. I wasn't used to any of that. I wasn't a good student at all. I was barely passing most of my classes and outright failing a couple. But for some reason Russian was really my thing.
I didn't really notice Yelena flirting with me until my friend Moshe, a half-Jewish, half-Mexican kid who sat directly across from me started teasing me at lunch time.
"Man she's all over you," he'd grin.
"You're crazy." I'd tell him. But he just shook his head.
"You just aren't paying attention. She wants you."
We regularly teased one another so I thought it was just more of that. But I started paying attention after he said it.
It was maybe two days later when I first noticed the way Yelena would smoosh her boobs against my arm and shoulder when leaning down to check my work or offer a little advice. She had really big tits and suddenly aware of them pressing up against made caused a strong response in my pants. I glanced over at Moshe and he was grinning wolfishly.
Sometimes she'd put a hand on my back and began rubbing it gently, her hand sketching small circles between my shoulder blades too. That drove me crazy. But I held my composure and refused to look across at my friend because seeing his smile would make me lose it and start laughing.
"Maybe thats just how teachers interact with their students in the Ukraine." I said one day.
"Maybe the students they want to rape," Moshe said, patting my back. "Face it, she's hot for you. One of these days she's going to molest you. You lucky goy bastard."
When Yelena asked for a volunteer to help unbox a new set of Russian language text books and re-box the older ones we'd been using, I raised my hand. Moshe wasn't there, having taken one of his almost unheard of adbsences. I was kind of glad. I don't think I would have had the nerve to lift my hand if he'd been watching me.
After school, I returned to the room and Yelena and I got busy unboxing and stacking books. We talked a little about Chernivtsi, her home town and she told me a story about how it had taken her father 15 years to get permission from the Soviet government just to own a car. As we stood at the rear of the room, stacking little boxes full of old books in a closet I couldn't help but stare at her hips and her ass. She always wore simple dresses to school and this one showed off her body nicely. I got an immediate erection and my cock started making decisions my brain never would under normal circumstances. I reached out and cupped the right cheek of her ass with my hand.
Yelena squeaked and jumped slightly, turning to stare at me. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind at once. The ones most prominent being, you're going to jail and you've just got yourself expelled... good going. I froze, the color draining from my face, my eyes going wide.
Yelena blushed and smiled, raising a hand to cover her mouth. "David," she said (she always pronounced it Dah' veed) with a flirty glint in her eye.
"I'm sorry," I replied. "I... I..."
She laughed and leaned forward kissing me on the lips. Just a simple lip to lip smack. I felt warmth bloom in my stomach and radiate throughout my body.
My hands reached out and grabbed her wide hips and pulled her close, now we were kissing in earnest. She let me slip my tongue into her mouth and kiss her for a long moment, before pushing back and saying "Here is not so good, understand??" She used the Russian for do you understand. I nodded.
She ran a hand through my dark brown hair and told me I should come see her at her place. She'd write the address down, but we must be descreet. She couldn't afford to lose her job. I agreed, we kissed again quickly and she reached down and groped my hardon, winking at me. "Nice. I want this." she said. "But now we finish with the books, da?? I see you subbotah??"
Saturday was great I told her. It wasn't actually. My dad wanted me to mow the lawn and do about a hundred other things then, but I wasn't missing a chance to get laid just to avoid one of my dad's lectures on responsibility.
Saturday I woke up extra early and did as many of my assigned chores as possible, leaving the rest for Sunday. I'd still get a lecture, but I didn't care. I spent an hour that morning in the bathroom standing naked in front of the mirror and studying myself critically. I wished my cock was bigger. I wished my arms were more muscular. My chest too, for that matter. Did Ukrainian girls like hairy guys?? My chest only had a few wisps of peach fuzz. I hadn't developed into the wolfman my dad was yet. I was worried Yelena would look at me and change her mind. She'd see a kid instead of a man and come to her senses. What if she wanted me to go down on her?? I wasn't sure I wanted to. What if it tasted weird?? What if it was gross?? What if it smelled bad?? My brother said it kinda smelled like fish. I hated fish. I'd never eaten a girl out before. I guess I'd have to though if I wanted her to suck mine, and jeez louise did I ever. I finally decided I couldn't change myself physically in the time I had until she wanted me to come by, so I just showered, shaved my non-existant facial hair and got dressed (stealing four of my dad's Trojans from his sock drawer and jamming them into my pocket). He'd most likely blame my older brother and if he did think it was me, he'd just smile and say something like "That's my boy!" or something.

I rode the city bus halfway across town, getting off half a mile away in an effort to throw off the small army of spies from school I felt were following my every move. I cut through side yards, hopped fences, walked down alley ways. My heart thumping harder the closer I got to the little gated community where Yelena rented a small apartment. When I got there, I kept my face down, eyes on my feet and passed the empty guard booth. I finally made it to the door with the big brass C on it and the number 409 stenciled on the wood frame. Yelena answered after two knocks and let me in.
She was dressed in American style jeans and a t-shirt. I stared at her. I'd never seen her in anything except a dress.
We kissed and she asked me if I was hungry. I was, but I wanted to fuck so I said no. Sensing how horny I was, she smiled and took my hand leading me back through the little apartment to a bedroom where she began undressing me.
When she finished, we kissed a little while she stroked my hardon with her hand. Then she undressed herself.
Her tits were magnificent and her bush was a patch of curly red pubes. We crawled onto the bed and started making out pretty heavily. After several minutes of kissing, licking and playfully biting one anothers necks, ears, lips, she slid down and started sucking my cock. I came much too fast and apologized, angry at myself.
"Is ok," she sighed. "We can do again when you're ready."
Feeling as if I'd cheated her (and myself) out of something truly great, I decided I had to make it up somehow.
"Do you want me to eat your out??" I asked hesitantly.
"What??" She asked.
I explained, she smiled. "Oh, da! Da! Please." She quickly got into position, lying flat on her back and spreading her legs wide. I steeled myself and crawled down between her milky white thighs and did the best I could. Apparently Yelena was easy to please or I was a pussy eating prodigy. She went wild and got really wet. After spending a considerable amount of time down there, the smell and taste which had both bothered me at first became more bearable. My ego boosted by the way she was moaning and writhing around, I mounted her and rode her hard, my cock pistoning in and out of her tight, slick pink hole. It was only after I shoot my wad inside of her that I realized I'd never even bothered to take my dad's condoms out of my jeans pocket.
We just lie there afterward, cuddling while she ran her hand over my chest in those slow circles I loved so much. Totally relaxed, I fell asleep.
Yelena and I carried on our little trysts that whole year and I expected we'd keep it up when school started back. I went with my family to vist relatives in the midwest for summer vacation and looked forward to September when school opened back up. I'd chosen Russian 2, the advanced course for my junior year. But Yelena was gone. She'd split without even telling me. The new teacher was a gray bearded old man named John Garabedian, an Armenian who had grown up in the USSR. To this day I have no idea where Yelena went or why.