Lesbian Female / 28
I was a junior in high school and I had a terrible crush on this boy. I found myself writing his name in my binder and started to write Mrs. x as well. My physics teacher was 26 year old woman with a phd. She was smart, like unbelievably smart, she was cute, but dressed badly, it was hard to see if she even had tits. Her hair was always sort of messed up. Her lips were about as cute as I had ever seen, she had blue eyes, and she did not like me writing a boy's name in my binder and she got very upset with me for writing Mrs. x.
She made me move to the front of the class, she looked at me constantly, every other minute she turned to me to see if I was paying attention. We took a quiz one day and I didn't do very well, the truth was that I spent the entire class day dreaming. She asked me to stay after class because she wanted to talk to me. I sat in my desk, and she sat on the desk and she asked me what was wrong, she was doing every thing she could for me to be a better student, she said she didn't care if all the other students failed, but she expected me to get an A, but with my test scores it was going to be hard for me to get a B. She leaned over and put her elbows on her knees, her legs open, I could see her white panties, her slit was clearly marked, her pubes coming out the sides of her panties.
She asked me to look at her, she asked if I was willing to do what it takes. She said she was going to tutor me, every afternoon if necessary, she slid off the desk, her skirt rode all the way up to her waist, she stuck her finger in her panties and pulled them lose from her pussy, she leaned over me and kissed me on the mouth and told me that I was not going to fail. When I stood up she told me I should come by her apartment at 6:30 for tutoring, she would fix me dinner and we would study.
At her apartment she was in shorts, she had on a halter top, her breasts barely filled her top, she took my binder and gave me a marker and told me to scratch out the boy's name, and she scratched out the Mrs. x where it was marked, she said there wasn't going to any Mrs. We really tried to study, she went over the lesson of the day, she would stop and run her fingers through my hair, she would lean over and kiss me to get my attention. She went to the potty and left the door open so we could continue talking, she stood up with her pants down and wiped standing up. She came back and sat beside me and asked me if was going to let her down. We tried studying some more, she said she was going to fix dinner and come stand with her in the kitchen.
She fixed dinner, she was good in the kitchen, she told me her mother showed her how to cook, so she could catch a man, she said she was not going to catch a man, no man for her and no man for me. Pat, pat, pat on my cheek, she put her arms up under my arms and pulled me to her and said we girls had to stick together. She held me for several minutes until I started to hold her back, in her bare feet I was a little taller, maybe an inch, she pushed her breasts up into my chest, a I pushed my breasts against her. The kiss was long, really long, it was long gentle kiss with our eyes closed. We separated and she suggested we eat, but we kissed again. By the time we sat down the food had cooled down, so we ate fast.
The only thing she got me to learn that evening is that there was not going to be a Mrs. A Miss yes, a Mrs. no. We got pretty far on the couch, far in that we got all the way to third base, bare breasted and fingering. And me telling her I wasn't going to play the game of being a Mrs. any more. We rolled around and kissed and felt each other up and fingered each other for over an hour.
It was time for me to go home, I got dressed and she combed my hair and said she loved me and we had to do something, because she just couldn't see how I could not pass her class, I had to pass, I had to study, physics was not something I could pass if I didn't study.
We studied, really studied, we sat at the kitchen table and we kept our shirts on. After studying for an hour we could reward ourselves. But during the study hour I had to learn. She was smart, so smart, once she got into teaching me, she all teacher and I was all pupil. Whatever happened next, I was not going to disappoint her. At semester end I had a B, not an A but a solid B. And I remember what she taught me.
We spent a huge amount of time playing around, for her and for me, this was our first real affair, and getting down and dirty was both fun and scary. Learning how to please her, how to give her pleasure with my mouth was hard, she would slam her legs together and hold my head so tight I couldn't move. I was able to lay there with my legs apart for her to please me, but the minute my lips touched her and I put my tongue in her, she clamped her legs shut around my head. It wasn't until we figured out how to eat her doggie style that we got passed her sensitivity. Her clitoris was always on fire, just touching her with my finger, hurt. I learned to lick her gently and mouth her slowly and get her legs to relax, and then I was able to give her an orgasm.
She tutored me and I graduated well enough from high school that I got into a decent college. Separation was hard, and I had to learn to study on my own. She came to see me often, every weekend she could, the drive was four and half hours each way, and the first hours we spent catching up and having sex.
On campus we got careless and one day we kissed in the student center. She was 29 then, I was a junior again, in college this time, we were two women, and we kissed like a man and a woman, a deep longing kiss with the person you love. My reputation soon traveled, and it got all the way back to my high school where she still taught physics. She was called in and she was released on a budgetary excuse. It really hurt, she is a great teacher, but lesbians made everyone uncomfortable. She got another job, and when I graduated I moved to her new job, and we set out to be miss and miss in a far more friendly place.
All these years together, I have managed to dress her up a bit better and she has matured into a seasoned teacher. I wear her name on my wrist and she wears my name on hers, inside our wrist, a simple tattoo. We picked up a baby along the way, with the help of a good friend, and she is really amazing, she is four now and smart as a whip. I don't do physics, I teach Art History at the high school across town from her. Different district, we don't want any issues with favoritism or worse nepotism being alleged about our relationship.
She made me move to the front of the class, she looked at me constantly, every other minute she turned to me to see if I was paying attention. We took a quiz one day and I didn't do very well, the truth was that I spent the entire class day dreaming. She asked me to stay after class because she wanted to talk to me. I sat in my desk, and she sat on the desk and she asked me what was wrong, she was doing every thing she could for me to be a better student, she said she didn't care if all the other students failed, but she expected me to get an A, but with my test scores it was going to be hard for me to get a B. She leaned over and put her elbows on her knees, her legs open, I could see her white panties, her slit was clearly marked, her pubes coming out the sides of her panties.
She asked me to look at her, she asked if I was willing to do what it takes. She said she was going to tutor me, every afternoon if necessary, she slid off the desk, her skirt rode all the way up to her waist, she stuck her finger in her panties and pulled them lose from her pussy, she leaned over me and kissed me on the mouth and told me that I was not going to fail. When I stood up she told me I should come by her apartment at 6:30 for tutoring, she would fix me dinner and we would study.
At her apartment she was in shorts, she had on a halter top, her breasts barely filled her top, she took my binder and gave me a marker and told me to scratch out the boy's name, and she scratched out the Mrs. x where it was marked, she said there wasn't going to any Mrs. We really tried to study, she went over the lesson of the day, she would stop and run her fingers through my hair, she would lean over and kiss me to get my attention. She went to the potty and left the door open so we could continue talking, she stood up with her pants down and wiped standing up. She came back and sat beside me and asked me if was going to let her down. We tried studying some more, she said she was going to fix dinner and come stand with her in the kitchen.
She fixed dinner, she was good in the kitchen, she told me her mother showed her how to cook, so she could catch a man, she said she was not going to catch a man, no man for her and no man for me. Pat, pat, pat on my cheek, she put her arms up under my arms and pulled me to her and said we girls had to stick together. She held me for several minutes until I started to hold her back, in her bare feet I was a little taller, maybe an inch, she pushed her breasts up into my chest, a I pushed my breasts against her. The kiss was long, really long, it was long gentle kiss with our eyes closed. We separated and she suggested we eat, but we kissed again. By the time we sat down the food had cooled down, so we ate fast.
The only thing she got me to learn that evening is that there was not going to be a Mrs. A Miss yes, a Mrs. no. We got pretty far on the couch, far in that we got all the way to third base, bare breasted and fingering. And me telling her I wasn't going to play the game of being a Mrs. any more. We rolled around and kissed and felt each other up and fingered each other for over an hour.
It was time for me to go home, I got dressed and she combed my hair and said she loved me and we had to do something, because she just couldn't see how I could not pass her class, I had to pass, I had to study, physics was not something I could pass if I didn't study.
We studied, really studied, we sat at the kitchen table and we kept our shirts on. After studying for an hour we could reward ourselves. But during the study hour I had to learn. She was smart, so smart, once she got into teaching me, she all teacher and I was all pupil. Whatever happened next, I was not going to disappoint her. At semester end I had a B, not an A but a solid B. And I remember what she taught me.
We spent a huge amount of time playing around, for her and for me, this was our first real affair, and getting down and dirty was both fun and scary. Learning how to please her, how to give her pleasure with my mouth was hard, she would slam her legs together and hold my head so tight I couldn't move. I was able to lay there with my legs apart for her to please me, but the minute my lips touched her and I put my tongue in her, she clamped her legs shut around my head. It wasn't until we figured out how to eat her doggie style that we got passed her sensitivity. Her clitoris was always on fire, just touching her with my finger, hurt. I learned to lick her gently and mouth her slowly and get her legs to relax, and then I was able to give her an orgasm.
She tutored me and I graduated well enough from high school that I got into a decent college. Separation was hard, and I had to learn to study on my own. She came to see me often, every weekend she could, the drive was four and half hours each way, and the first hours we spent catching up and having sex.
On campus we got careless and one day we kissed in the student center. She was 29 then, I was a junior again, in college this time, we were two women, and we kissed like a man and a woman, a deep longing kiss with the person you love. My reputation soon traveled, and it got all the way back to my high school where she still taught physics. She was called in and she was released on a budgetary excuse. It really hurt, she is a great teacher, but lesbians made everyone uncomfortable. She got another job, and when I graduated I moved to her new job, and we set out to be miss and miss in a far more friendly place.
All these years together, I have managed to dress her up a bit better and she has matured into a seasoned teacher. I wear her name on my wrist and she wears my name on hers, inside our wrist, a simple tattoo. We picked up a baby along the way, with the help of a good friend, and she is really amazing, she is four now and smart as a whip. I don't do physics, I teach Art History at the high school across town from her. Different district, we don't want any issues with favoritism or worse nepotism being alleged about our relationship.
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