Amy approached the bittersweet end of the day. It was the last day of school and she should have been excited to experience what came next. It was perhaps the fact that her last class was Mr. Kallens' that made it so difficult for her. Over the last few months, she couldn't wait to confide her progress with Jim and experience that thrill that came from knowing how it aroused them both.
She sighed. The bell rang and the kids exited jubilantly. She grinned at their enthusiasm. Mr. Kallens turned his seat and gazed out the window with a wistful expression. Amy paused for a moment and tried to memorize his profile. She would miss him as she went forward into her adult life. She knew that this would be one of the last times she saw him.
The thought made her sad. She gathered her things, smoothed her skirt, and rose. She did not do so in the most ladylike way, and she hoped he would glance over at her so that her lacy underwear flashed. Just thinking such a thought made her shake her head.
"My, how you have changed Amy," she thought to herself.
She went to the door. She could not but help but check over her shoulder, and Mr. Kallens was watching her. His gaze met hers and did not flinch away. A silent tear ran down her face as she grabbed the handle and prepared to close the door on this chapter of her life.
Mr. Kallens gave her a gentle smile. His slightly curly brown hair caught the sunlight from the window. Amy was momentarily stricken with how handsome he was, how much she wanted to keep coming after school to chat with him. It tore at her heart that she could not be more. He was her teacher and that line could not be crossed.
Sighing, she gave a little wave goodbye.
And just then it hit her. The revelation was like a spark of electricity that struck and lit up her entire body. The sheer power made her stop dead in her tracks. And then she smiled. It was the kind of smile that lit her face and caused a spark in her eyes.
Amy closed the door. She was on the inside of it. The distinct click of the lock filled the silent classroom.
"Mr. Kallens," Amy started, "I am no longer your student. You ceased being my teacher five minutes ago."
The intense stare as she stood across the room caused Mr. Kallens to catch his breath. Amy stretched her arms above her head, and her breasts lifted with them. Her nipples strained against the white shirt and defied gravity. Mr. Kallens sighed at how tight and perfect her eighteen year old body was.
She started to walk over to him and the lust was written in the sway of her hips, the fire in her eyes, the jutting nipples. Mr. Kallens was transfixed.
"And since you are no longer my teacher." She said, getting closer, "I want you to be the one to take me for the first time." Amy could not believe the words were coming out of her mouth. It was like someone was possessing her. Or perhaps it was some thing, as her pussy was now calling the shots. She was never more aroused in her entire life. Her pussy was drenched. She was convinced that any moment now she would be dripping through her panties right onto the floor.
His eyes widened. "Um, Amy, what about Jim?"
She was dangerously close now. She stopped four feet away. Her cute skirt swishing momentarily at her abrupt halt.
"Jim is a boy. He is ok for my first boyfriend, but I want a man. A man like you. You cannot tell me that you have not fantasized about me."
Mr. Kallens blushed. "I am honored, Amy, truly I am. But.."
His words died in his throat as he saw Amy reach under her skirt and pull down her panties. A silky red lace pair slowly made their way down her thighs, stopped at her knees and then down to her ankles. She stepped out of the them and closed the distance between them.
She bent down and kissed him lightly on his lips, silencing whatever protestation he was about to make. Her leg nudged between his, and he parted them. She straddled his thigh and put her weight on him. Mr. Kallens knew that her bare pussy was pressing against his leg through only his thin pants. His cock hardened and he was quickly losing any resistance.
Amy was having an out-of-body experience. It was like someone else was doing these things. Not the soft spoken, nerdy, sexually inexperienced Amy. Things were happening that were beyond her control. It was scary. It was also exhilarating. She decided quickly that she would treat this like a dream. It gave her a certain amount of insulation from her actions.
And then Amy whispered in his ear, "I want you to make love to me, Mr. Kallens." She rode his thigh, kissing high on his neck. He grabbed her waist and his control wavered.
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Since Amy had given Jim a handjob at the library, it seemed that all he wanted to do was have her jerk him off. She never realized how horny a teen boy could be until she encountered it first hand, so to speak. They had trouble finding safe places, but Jim was persistent, so she found herself getting him off in the woods near her house, in the backseat of her Mom's car in the fifteen minutes before her parents got back from grocery shopping, and various other tenuously safe places.
There was little in the way of return from Jim. He was content to let her touch him, but the most he would do in return was look and feel up her boobs. It was always an awkward peek down her shirt or a hand under her bra, because it just wasn't the ideal situation.
Amy thought touching Jim was a turn on, but frustrating ultimately. The less safe the place, the more exciting it was, and the more wet she became. She would often go home and touch herself in the bathroom. This was a bit rushed, so even though she had orgasms, she was fairly frustrated.
On Sunday, she generally dressed down and read books to pass the time. It was a bit dull, but she worked hard in school and she needed the down time. This day, though, she was restless. Last night, she had jerked Jim off in the dark alley between Gino's Pizza and the cycle shop. It was spontaneous. He was kissing her and she reached into his pants and felt his hard cock. Before she knew it, a sticky white substance covered her hand. It was unreal how much it turned her on.
Instead of doing her normal routine, she put on a cute white spring dress with flowers on it. There was something about this outfit that made her feel sexy. It was mid thigh, pretty safe, but the flair of it made it fly in the wind. And today was a particularly breezy day. She pulled various panties out of her drawer and ruled them out. In her mind, she knew she was going to pick the ones buried underneath that she and Jenny had bought, but she pretended to consider others.
Finally, she was staring at a pair of blue lacy panties that had a thong piece only in the back. It was just sheer enough that you could see through them partially. Amy ran them through her fingers and enjoyed the texture.
"What the hell, I am horny anyway," she thought to herself, and she realized it was true. When she tugged the panties up, her engorged lips were caressed by the lace. Almost before they were fully on, they were damp. Amy swirled her dress and saw a flash of blue. She smiled.
She called Jim on the phone. "Are you busy? Can I come over? Cool, be there in twenty minutes."
Walking to his house, Amy was aware of how the blue panties rubbed her most intimate area. Each step was making her just a little crazy. It made her sway her hips. The thong was firmly wedged between her ass cheeks and it made her confident... sexy.
By the time she arrived at Jim's place, she was quite out of control. She knocked on the door.
"Oh, hi, Mrs. Madison, is Jim here?" she asked.
