My name is Rita Witherspoon, I am a spinster that has been teaching for over twenty five years. I am, unfortunately, very timid and shy and have resigned myself to never experiencing love or lust.
That was until 'he' walked into my class. A transfer student, late senior year, 'Trevor'. He had eyes that bore right into my very soul.
The first time I looked into his eyes in class I nearly orgasmed. I had to brace myself against my desk. He had piercing sparkling green eyes that melted my heart and my imaginary chastity belt.
He was legally an adult, so that was not an issue, but he was a student and that was a line I could not allow myself to cross.
I would lay in bed at night and stroke my pussy thinking about him staring at me, I made myself cum again and again. I knew it was silly, I was a middle aged woman and too shy to ever even do anything about it.
Besides a young man like him would never be interested in me. The thought was ludicrous, but I could not get the image of his eyes from my mind. I fantasized constantly about him doing unspeakable things to me.
It was so bad that I started wearing sunglasses in my classes just to make it easier to avoid looking at him and avoid suspicion. I told people I had a medical issue in one of my eyes. Luckily it worked and I was able to reach the end of the term without any incidents.
That didn't stop my constant fantasies. But I didn't feel bad about them, they were my very own guilty pleasures.
As usual, after graduation, I rented a local beach house for the summer. I liked to lay by the pool with a book during the day and go to the ocean at night and listen to the waves with a bottle of wine. It was a lonely life but not an unpleasant one.
I was on my patio reading when I heard my name. I looked up and found 'Trevor' at my fence saying hello.
My body shuttered and I knew I was now very wet. I put on my sunglasses that were beside me and looked down to see what I was wearing, which was a one piece bathing suit that didn't look too bad on me, 'not too good either,' I thought. I tried to calm myself. Once settled I walked to where he was, carefully avoiding his gaze.
"Hey, Ms Witherspoon."
"Trevor, it is nice to see you."
"Do you live here?"
"I rented it for the summer. I always rent a house in this area in the summer."
"I guess we are neighbors then."
I tried to get ahold of myself hearing that news. I barely made it through the end of the school year. I kept my eyes down.
"That's nice. What do you plan to do all summer?" I asked.
"I don't know, I don't really know anyone, so I guess I'll just hang around the beach."
"Do you plan to work?"
"No, I start college in the fall and my father is letting me relax."
I knew I shouldn't say what I was currently thinking but before I could stop myself the words were out of my mouth.
"You're welcome to use my pool, anytime."
"That would be awesome, Ms Witherspoon."
I closed my eyes and chastised myself. It was way too risky.
"But, Trevor, I like to enjoy quiet summers, so please no friends, or at the very least, respectful friends."
"No worries, Ms Witherspoon. I wouldn't take advantage of you."
I chuckled to myself, thinking how much I wanted him to take advantage of me.
A couple of days later I was watching Trevor towel himself off after a swim. He was tall and lean, and I squirmed in my chair by the throbbing in my most sensitive area. So far I have been able to avoid his gazes but he still had an effect on me.
"I'm off, Ms Witherspoon, I'm going to have some cereal."
"Cereal? Trevor, It's four in the afternoon."
"I don't really know how to cook."
"I'll make you something to eat."
"I couldn't ask you to do that."
"Don't be silly. Sit down and I'll get us both something."
I made a quick chicken and rice dinner and we ate it out on the patio.
"Are you alone here, Trevor?"
"Pretty much. My dad left me some money but I'm trying to save as much as I can for college expenses."
I regarded him for a little while. I knew I was playing with fire. He was a nice young man and my attraction to him was so very strong but as long as I could avoid eye contact I could survive it, I thought anyway.
"Why don't you help me with the yard and pool and I'll make food for you."
"I don't know."
"Trevor, I have to cook for myself anyway, I'll just add a little more. It really isn't a big deal. Plus, I don't like cleaning the pool or mowing the lawn so you will be doing me a favor."
"I feel like I'm supposed to say no but this is delicious."
"I'm glad you like it."
I made the mistake of looking into his eyes and the blood rushed to my loins almost causing me to double over. I went rigid and closed my eyes shaking uncontrollably.
"Are you okay, Ms Witherspoon?"
Trevor had gotten up and was tenderly touching the top of my back as I was trying to calm myself. It was thrilling but nothing like when I looked into his eyes.
"I'm okay, I'm okay. Just give me a minute," I said through ragged breaths and clenched teeth.
Once I calmed, I convinced him I was okay. I assume he thinks there is something really wrong with me. If he only knew what is wrong with me is that with one look he can literally and figuratively bring me to my knees. That got me fantasizing about being on my knees for him.
I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I hurriedly stripped my bathing suit off and sat on the toilet and rubbed my pussy. I tried to keep as quiet as I could. I imagined myself on my knees sucking his cock as I finger fucked myself. I imagined myself a dirty little whore who couldn't control her lustful desires. I rocked back and forth and made myself cum, calling myself dirty names in my head.
When I opened the door Trevor was standing there. I immediately looked down.
"Trevor why are you here?"
"I was worried about you, I heard strange noises."
"Trevor, you can't stand outside a woman's bathroom door. It just isn't done."
"I'm sorry! I didn't know what to do. What is wrong?"
I needed an excuse.
"I have a certain condition. It's also why I wear sunglasses all the time. It isn't serious and It's nothing for you to worry about."
'Pretty good,' I thought on short notice and it technically wasn't a lie either. I do, in fact, have a condition, I desperately want Trevor to fuck me in every way imaginable.
A few nights later I was sitting on the edge of the rocks with a near empty bottle of wine, I didn't even bother to bring a glass, just drank it right from the bottle. It was foolish to think I could handle seeing Trevor everyday. My pussy was sore from how often I touched it.
Just then I noticed you know who walking on the beach. You are a fucking bitch, fate. I accidentally dropped the bottle and he noticed me, of course.
"Hey, Ms Witherspoon."
"Hey, Trevor."
I kept my eyes on the ocean. I didn't have my glasses and I was pretty drunk. I knew I was never going to make it through this without making a complete fool of myself.