This story could cost me my livelihood, my position in the community, my respect and my own sense of self worth but after many months of enjoying the stories published through Literotica I have decided, against my better judgment, to share a story with you.
So here goes. My name is Jason Macquarie and I'm 26. Up until my nineteenth birthday I seemed to have a bright academic future ahead of me for I was unusually gifted in Mathematics and Music. It wasn't to be. I had been dating this terrific girl known as Beverley whilst studying for my A-Levels and thought I'd found my true love until my libido overpowered me one day. Needless to say my future evaporated before my very eyes and although I was totally to blame, the way she treated me broke my heart. In order to save myself from a watery grave at the tender age of nineteen I immigrated to Australia for a period of rest and relaxation. During this time of listlessness, I drifted into Teacher College where I rediscovered my passion for Mathematics, after the end of three years of nonchalant study I graduated. Shortly after I was rebuffed by my Australian fiancé whom I desperately loved. As my heart reeled from yet another body blow I packed up and headed home.
Within days of arriving, my Aunt, another Mathematics virtuoso, had found me a job at a private school just south of London teaching A-level Mathematics. It was with trepidation that, at the tender age of twenty-six, I re-entered the classroom. And I entered it dressed like I'd just come from Manly Beach, the surfer dude. The actual job of teaching these adolescents was very rewarding and with my lassez faire attitude and distinctive brogue I very quickly found myself popular with the students. During free periods I would make myself available to the students who preferred a little one on one personal attention. I enjoyed this the most since I got to share their life stories and ambitions in return I was able to reveal my motivations. These sessions quickly developed into some very beneficial friendships that transcended the teacher / pupil.
I noticed one student in particular who paid me a lot of attention. She would always be at the front of the class trying to answer the questions with unusual enthusiasm and seemed to me to be naturally gifted in the numerical arts. Her name was Rachael and as a part time job used to patrol the local swimming pool. We seemed to click instantly and I found myself being magnetically entranced. She sported a fascinating personality, an excellent body and a mischievous streak. She was tall, had short light brown curly hair to her shoulders, an luscious pair of silky smooth tanned legs, an ample cleavage, which I estimated to be at least a 36C, and a tight arse which looked great in her pool shorts.
Back to school. Rachael and I became close during the winter months and we would spend the lunch hours chatting in my classroom. I was beginning to feel very attracted to her but forced myself to resist because of my fear of being hurt again and because of the teacher / pupil stigma. The Sixth Form Christmas Party turned everything upside down. Being popular I was invited and arrived at 8.30pm. The party was already in full swing. I did not see Rachael anywhere but was having a pleasant enough time with several other females whom I also tutored. About an hour later, I was watching the dance floor from the sidelines when, like the Red Sea, the crowd parted and there she was, walking towards me, looking like some angel from heaven, to say she was stunning was an understatement, her appearance caused some uncomfortable stirrings below the equator. Short crop top that exquisitely displayed her ample cleavage and a short skirt with a slit up the right thigh, she came up to me and gave me a peck on the cheek that lingered a little longer than was necessary. Her aroma was divine. We chatted and I put on all my usual charm and before long had her splitting her sides with laughter. Later in the night we danced together and her way of dancing made my stirrings worse, she of course picked up on my embarrassment instantly and decided to make it all the more acute. But when it reached a certain level she suddenly disengaged and disappeared with her friends.
I took five and wandered off with several male students behind the hall and shared a joint. After a while I decided to rejoin the party and visited the gents along the way. The toilets appeared deserted but I suddenly heard a cubicle door creak open and I turned to see the radiant vision of Rachael stood by the entrance with a glass of wine in her hand. She looked so classy and sported that mischievous look in her sparkling eyes. "What ya doin' Jason?"
