Fun With A Former Student

I earned my B.A. in education and became a school teacher when I was 23. I taught sixth graders for five years. I liked my students but the pay was low and sometimes I had to buy supplies out of my own pocket. I know it was selfish, but I quit as soon as I got married.


At 36 I was divorced (no kids) and working a corporate job in a city about a hundred miles from where I used to teach. I was at a bar unwinding one night when I met a younger guy. He was handsome and he seemed taken with me. I sure wasn't going to shoo him away without talking at least.


He told me about himself. He'd graduated from college and had just landed his first good job. He talked about his hometown, and I said, "I used to live there too!"


Even then I didn't recognize him. When I was teaching, I had colleagues who could remember most of the students they had from every year. I couldn't. It's not that I didn't care, I just didn't have that kind of memory.


Back at his place, he was very attentive. He took off my heels and started kissing my legs from my toes up to my inner thighs. He teased me, kissing all around my labia before he dove in. I couldn't believe how ardent he was. My husband went down on me, but only half-heartedly, and as a favor for fellatio. This young man was like a thirsty prospector lost in a desert. I was almost embarrassed by how wet I was, and when I came, I couldn't remember having an orgasm that intense before.


Then he took off his clothes. He was well endowed. I mean huge. He put my legs over his shoulders and he still filled me up. I couldn't do anything but gasp as he penetrated me. I moaned and writhed and he had to hold me down. My eyes rolled back in my head.


When he came, he said, "Oh, Miss T------, Miss T------.


I thought, "That's strange. Nobody's called me Miss T------ since....


Afterward he said, "I thought you'd recognize me sooner or later, but you didn't."


He told me he had a crush on me back then. He said I had great legs, and he acted out just to get my attention. He said I was patient but also strict. I said, "Well, honey, a teacher has to control a classroom. Otherwise, even good students won't be able to learn."


I stayed with him all night and we made love three more times in between reminiscing. Was I ever sore the next day. Satiated? Yes. Happy? Yes. But sore.


I saw him a few more times until we both found more serious partners. He lives far away now but we still exchange very friendly emails.