Almost every day the media has a story of some relatively nice-looking female teacher who is arrested or fired for having a romantic affair with one of her male students. At worse, she is charged with sexual assault, but if she is lucky, she is fired for inappropriate professional conduct. In all such cases, the teacher is accused of being the sexual predator while her student lover is portrayed as the poor helpless male victim. But it is not true in all cases of teacher-student affairs. This I know as a fact, and this is my story to prove it.
My name is Janice. I am a thirty-eight-year-old Japanese-American woman. Although I've been told that I'm attractive, I consider myself rather average-looking. A willowy five-feet-seven-inches, my legs are long and slender, my buttocks are small and somewhat flat, and unfortunately, my breasts are even smaller and flatter.
Due to a strict Oriental and religious upbringing, I am shy and considered by many to be somewhat prudish. This completely stymied and discouraged my few dates who never got to first base with me. To complicate matters, being the librarian of a rural high school doesn't exactly provide many social opportunities and until several months ago, I was convinced that I'd have to be content with the romances in my books. Sad to say, I was sure that I was destined to be the proverbial old maid librarian.
This, however, changed when Tony transferred into the school early in the first semester. Having bounced from relative to relative, school to school, he had been held back a year because of his poor educational development. However, what Tony lacked academically, he made up with a street-smart maturity far beyond his eighteen years, an aggressive personality, and an unwillingness to be denied whatever he wanted.
Being a handsome six-foot-two of intimating Polynesian muscle, Tony wasn't afraid to mix it up when he needed to set an example of macho dominance, and he was quickly recognized as the undisputed boss among the boys of the school. However, to the girls on campus, he was the ultimate Romeo with suave and disarming ways. He was reputed to have "knocked up" two cheerleaders within months of his arrival.
However, to the faculty and staff, Tony was immediately labeled a disruptive influence because he had a piss-poor attitude and utter disregard for what they were trying to teach him. Yet, for some strange reason, Tony and I had an instant rapport from the moment we met each other. When his teachers discovered this, they begged me to let Tony do independent study in my library, imploring me to serve as his tutor and resource teacher.
I tutored Tony when I could, and he helped me by keeping the other students in line. Since neither of us had much to look forward to outside of school, we began spending more and more time together. By the year's end, I'd grown accustomed to his masculine presence and found myself relating to him more as an adult than a teenager. Although I tried not to be, I wasn't immune to his charm and was often captivated by this young Adonis' dazzling smile and intense stare. While I told myself I was being silly, with each passing day my eyes increasingly roamed his swarthy features, his tight buns, and his muscular body, and then followed his powerful but easy movements.
When school recessed for the Winter break, I gave Tony at the end of the day a simple shark's tooth neckpiece that I had picked up at a small charm store. "Here, Tony, please accept this small present. I was told that a shark's tooth is a charm for strength and protection," I murmured as I tipped-toed to place it around his neck. "I figured you might need it."
"I didn't get you anything, Miss Janice (refusing to use my last name), but how about this?" With that Tony stole a quick surprising kiss from me. With my heart beating in my throat, I half-heartedly chided him to remember our teacher-student relationship.
Tony just smiled and to my complete amazement, gave me a lingering kiss until I melted into his strong embrace and made no attempt to stop what shouldn't be happening. The shivers of never felt before excitement that shot up my spine and a sudden spreading dampness between my legs were undeniable. My face blushed a bright crimson when Tony finally let me go. He grinned at my obvious reaction to his unexpected present to me and then casually strolled out of the library.
I had some projects to finish, and it was early evening when I closed up. As I descended the dim stairwell, I saw some boys clustered at the bottom and knew by the smell of alcohol and tobacco that they'd been drinking and smoking. Trying to be firm but pleasant, I attempted to pass through them when I heard, "Let's get this Jap bitch!"
Hands roughly grabbed and forced me down, ripping my blouse open. My loose skirt was shoved up and my panties were violently torn from me. Invasive hands groped me between my legs, touching me where no man had ever touched me. I pleaded and struggled, but to no avail. I couldn't believe that I was about to be raped... gangbanged...and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Then unexpectedly the scene erupted into a melee of violence. Shouts of surprise, sounds of flesh being hit, cries of pain, and then fleeing footsteps fled from the darkened stairwell. A massive figure loomed over me, and I fought with all my might to escape. Then suddenly I realized it was Tony, and a wave of relief suddenly flooded my senses before I fainted.
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I abruptly awoke sitting on my office sofa and cradled in Tony's arms. When what just happened burst vividly into my memory, I sobbed hysterically and, shuddering, buried my face into the side of his neck. I welcomed his comforting hard body especially as he, turning my face towards his, tenderly kissed away my tears. However, when Tony pressed his lips to mine, sending his tongue probing and swirling between my partially open mouth, I was shocked and breathless.
By the dim light of my desk lamp, Tony reached into my buttonless and open blouse and, after lazily palming my lacy cups, slipped under my bra. His fingertips lightly brushed my hardening tips and sent electric jolts surging through my jerking body as my large nipples instantly extended and hardened.
I weakly clutched at his hands, feebly imploring, "No...don't...please don't..."
Chuckling, Tony asked, "Why not? I've seen your nipples numerous times." Seeing my disbelief, he then disclosed, "I peeked down your blouse's neckline the day we met and was delightfully treated to a good view of your small pert breasts with their large, upturned nipples. God, your nipples are so unbelievably long and mouthwateringly thick." Then while gently kissing my neck and shoulders, Tony murmured, "And I love that tiny mole at your right areola's inner edge."
I was stunned, and before I could stop him, Tony pushed my bra up, and my freed left mound disappeared between his sucking lips. As his mouth inhaled first one and then the other of my perky titties, I never knew how exquisitely sensitive my breasts could be until then and just what I had been missing. I struggled to breathe as Tony seemed to suck my very soul from my twisting body through my now achy nipples.
