The county fired me last week when I confessed to having sex with one of my students. When they threatened to take my phone I had to confess. I had pictures and text to him and several others I had saved.
My first student sex connection happened when the school hired me for detention and in school suspensions. I would watch them in an old science lab. Some weeks I had one student only, so it turned into he and I talking all day.

What started it all was the microscope where I told a problem-ed boy we could check his sperm count. He tried to masturbate into a cup, but he was unable to finish. We were locked in the lab storage closet alone, so I helped him ejaculate. That's when I stopped thinking of my male students as kids. His penis was longer and thicker than my husbands. I ask him for a second sample, this time I removed my panties and took the sample inside of my own vagina. I dripped the excess out into a cup.

The Microscope proved he had a high sperm count with sperm swimming everywhere, Including inside me. From then on he and I would just lock the door and have sex. I had the passion of a Seventeen year old boy and the stamina of an Olympic athlete working to satisfy me sexually. I started romancing these boys as my lovers making up dialog I would write in journals. I would give that and other boys dialog to say while we had sex, part of my plan to make this a romance. Some of the boys said they love me, I said the same out of my own weak mind.

We had a school bus trip to an amusement park. That's what turned my world around. My latest student who's a Seventeen year old wrestler, wanted to have sex before the trip. We were having sex when it took him a long time to finish. I tried everything, finally telling him I would meet him at the park some place. Or when we got back I would take him to me class or a hotel. He insisted he gets to finish right then, so I let him. That made he and I late to the bus. we ran out of the room to see the school VP looking for us. He ask what took so long? He wanted an answer. The Student's story and mine did not match.

That's when the school police officer walked in. The boy told the truth, we were having sex. He said it was not the first time. My world fell apart when the officer ask for my phone. I panicked, I confessed. In a moment of weakness I let this student pursue me without objection. I am three months pregnant, my husband has no idea this baby may not be his. He had no idea our first daughter may not be his. I have an interview at a Christian school on Friday. I do not know how to confess this. I do not know if I will confess this. The school has not given my name to the press. Nothing has leaked yet. I spent the day with a friend and former fellow teacher. She did what I did, except she did not limit the race of her suitors. Her husband left her in the delivery room when her child was obviously half black.