Ben Sanders sat in his office the next day, thinking about what a delightful sex partner Kathy Walton had turned out to be. As he thought about what he and the young woman had done, the fact that what he'd done with her was a violation of school rules did cross his mind. "Those rules were made for fools, by fools," he thought. "I gave Kathy what she needed. There's no harm in that."
There was a time he was a by-the-book, don't-break-the-rules kind of guy. Then something remarkable happened during the previous school year, something that changed his life, and outlook, forever.
Ginger Morris, another student at Jamestown High, was the person who caused the radical change in Ben Sanders' outlook and life. She was a pretty girl with long, straight blonde hair and a somewhat wild reputation. She stopped at the guidance office late one afternoon and told Ben she wanted to talk about going to college.
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"What is it you'd like to find out?" Ben asked. "Depending on what you need to know, it could take time."
"I've got plenty of time, Mr. Sanders," Ginger replied, grinning. "I have the next two periods free and both teachers gave me passes."
"OK," Ben said. "Let's see what I can do for you. Why don't we sit on the sofa? It will be more comfortable." He wanted kids to feel comfortable when they came to see him, so his office furnishings included a big leather sofa and some bean bag chairs in addition to the school-issued desk and chair, bookcases, and file cabinets.
"So, Ginger," Ben said, once he and the student were seated next to each other. "Why don't you tell me a little about what you're looking for in a college?"
"OK," Ginger said. She began explaining what her aspirations were. She got up and started walking back and forth as she talked.
Ben, taking notes on a yellow legal pad, watched the young woman pace back and forth and was pleased by what he saw. Ginger was short, and just a wee bit stocky. She was wearing a white cotton sweater and straight brown skit, which ended just above her knees. Her legs were strong-looking and well-formed. He forced himself to look down at the pad and chided himself about the thoughts he was having about a student.
"That's about it," Ginger said, her voice soft. She sat back down on the sofa next to Ben. Her knee brushed his, and remained in contact with it.
"I better be careful!" Ben thought, as he felt excitement flash through him. "I must be imagining things. Ginger can't possibly be coming on to me! And even if she is, I've got to control myself to make sure nothing happens!"
"You know, Mr. Sanders, you're kinda cute," Ginger said. She laid her hand lightly on Ben's leg. "For an older guy." She grinned. "You married?"
"Ah...I'm divorced," Ben replied. He was feeling things he shouldn't be feeling toward a student, things that would get him in big trouble if he acted on them. The proper thing to do would be to stand up, ask Ginger to leave, and assign one a female guidance counselor to work with her. But he didn't do that.
"You know, Mr. Sanders..." Ginger purred, "I made sure nobody's gonna disturb us for the next two periods." She grinned. "I locked the door when I was up."
Ben hadn't seen her do that. Alarms continued to ring in his mind. He shouldn't be letting her touch him. And he needed to stop thinking about acting on the feelings that were growing in him. The warnings his conscience kept screaming were ignored. Instead of heeding them, he leaned forward, pulled Ginger's face to his and his lips covered hers.
Ben, who hadn't been with a woman in the six months since his divorce became, was more than happy to accept the invitation he believed the young woman was extending. He was even surer of her intentions when her tongue forced its way into his mouth once the kiss began.
"You're an awesome kisser, Mr. Sanders!" Ginger exclaimed when the kiss ended. She leaned against him and teased his ear with her finger. "You sure do kiss good. I'm getting kinda turned on!"
Ben began massaging one of her breasts through her sweater. "I don't suppose you mind my doing this, do you Ginger?" he asked her.
Ginger grasped Ben's erection through his pants. "No way!" she said. "I want this!"
Ben was surprised by the young woman's aggressiveness, but that only aroused him more. He continued fondling her breast and heard her groan softly. He slid his hands under her sweater and was delighted to discover she wore no bra. He teased her nipples to full, straining life while Ginger continued to moaned with delight.
"I need you, Mr. Sanders!!!" the girl gasped. "Now!!! I gotta have it!!!" She pulled harder on Ben's cock.
Ben rolled her over so she was on her back and, as he did, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
Ginger looked down between them, saw the erection pointing at her vagina, and a smile formed on her lips. "Oh, yeah!" she said, her eyes wide and full of fire.
Ben lowered himself onto her and felt his swollen rod invade her.
"Ohhhhh!!! Godddd!!! Yeahhhhhhh!!!!" the girl groaned.
On the sofa in his office, Ben and Ginger clutched each other, their bodies rocking, as they shared a rocket ride to nirvana.
Seconds after they began, Ginger began to groan "My God!!!! My God!!!! I'm there!!!! Oh, shitttt!!!!! Take meeeeee, Mr. Sanders, take meeeeeee!!!!!" she groaned.
"Yesssss!!!! Yesssss!!!!" Ben replied. Unable to wait any longer, he unloaded his spend into her.
After they were finished, they cuddled on the sofa for a while, kissing each other passionately. Ben, deciding that he couldn't get in any more trouble than he was already in, pulled off Ginger's sweater and began avidly suckling her fine, firm young breasts.
