I grew up in an isolated valley here in the West. Neighbors were few and far between. I attended a one room schoolhouse, and consequently, had few playmates. Our house was nestled between a 10,000 ft. mountain range to the south, rolling hills to the north, and a mire to the east. To the west, the valley fell away into a vast array of canyonlands.
When I turned 18, a new school teacher arrived in the valley from back East. She was young and beautiful, and regaled us with stories of the outside world. I was the oldest one in school by then, so had no real peers, and I quickly found myself drawn to her. I would hang around after school to help her wrap things up for the day, and we would walk part of the way home together. Our paths would diverge where the road forked near the mire. There was a bench there, and we'd often sit and talk for a while before going our separate ways for the evening. It was the highlight of my day. Finally! Someone relatively close to my age to hang out with!
One afternoon we were sitting on the bench, when she got kind of quiet, and said "Can I ask you something? Do you ever hear strange sounds coming from over there?" pointing towards the mire. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise, and a tingle shoot through my loins. The truth was, yes, I often heard something that I couldn't describe coming from that direction. Something beckoning, almost. But I just played it cool and said "No, why?" She looked at her feet and quietly said that she could swear she could hear someone call her name from there. She confessed that she'd been having dreams of a beautiful woman floating in the mist above the mire, with outstretched arms, calling to her. I didn't say anything, but the truth was, I'd been having the very same dream lately. The dreams disturbed me, because I would awaken with a hunger between my legs, and soaked sheets down there.
When I didn't respond, she sighed, ruffled my hair and said "Forget about it, kiddo. I'll see you on Monday." With that, she arose and started down the path to her house. I was left there dumbstruck, and more than a little turned on. This woman, on whom I'd seriously developed a school girl crush, was having the same dreams as me! And she had ruffled my hair! My pulse was racing as I walked the rest of the way home.
That night, the dreams came again, only this time, it was her floating above the mire calling my name. I awoke with my fingers and sheets drenched from my longings. I raised my fingers to my lips, and pictured her. Her long red hair, her breasts, her tiny waist, and that perfect ass that I followed around the school room with my eyes all day. And she had ruffled my hair! There was no way I was going to wait until Monday before I saw her again! I had to come up with a plan.
I awoke at about 9 :00 a.m. on Saturday. I had had three orgasms that night. Every time I stirred in bed, my fingers found my pussy. I was wrung out. Can't remember when I slept that late! When my head had cleared, I set about figuring out how to see her over the weekend. By lunch, I had a plan. I told my parents that I had to run 5 miles, as training for the upcoming meet across the state. A perfect cover story. I left the house at 1:30 p.m. I jogged back to the bench where we had last spoken, and then turned and headed down the path towards her place.