When I returned to my old high school as a fill-in teacher, 5 years after graduating, I was a changed man. It was amazing just how much my tastes had changed in such a short time... matured even... and I appreciated what I'd never noticed before.
In the years since school, I'd gone to university in the city, and as many people do, I got around a bit with some pretty hot college girls. It was the typical scenario of going out to the uni bars, drinking the night away with a group of fellow students from the campus, and then taking home a random girl for some drunken fun back at our share-house nearby.
Lots of alcohol, crowded pubs, pencil-thin blondes and brunettes dressed in very little clothing, intoxicatingly strong perfume with heaps of make-up, and seductive moves on the dance floor. We'd have to yell our conversations over the top of the loud music while trying to get to know each other. If it went well, there would be some full-on tongue kissing on the spot, a couple more drinks, then a short walk back home with them.
After we'd stumble inside, managing to just remember each other's names, we'd kiss our way to my room, hands would disappear into each other's pants, I'd often score a blowjob, and then we'd vanish under the covers until the early hours of the morning. All of them had smoothly shaved bald pussies, there'd be some hot moaning as my fingers disappeared into the wetness, followed by drunken sex in a variety of positions.
A quick exit in the morning would follow after an exchange of phone numbers, and then we'd rarely see other again. The only reminder left in the room from the night before would be the smell of a brewery, mixed with stale perfume from my female visitor overnight.
Yeah, it was a lot of fun, but every experience became too similar to the last. I needed something different. After a while it was a bit like the old saying - Sex is like air. You only notice it's important once you're not getting enough!
Almost as if in sync, the frequent fucking dried up as quickly as my university studies stopped. I had sharpened up my act and tried to grow up somewhat - shaving every day, dressing nicely, and barely going out... all while trying to find a job and live in the real world.
I was pretty lucky to land some work as a fill-in teacher at my old high school. Not much had changed there.
Most of the teachers that taught me were still around. The biggest change for me was getting to call the teachers by their first names, instead of Mr or Ms Surname.
I was happy to see Ms Raven still taught at the school. I could call her Andrea now. Andrea had 3 boys who were all students at the school over the years. Two of them older, the third one younger than me. She'd taught me English in my senior year, and was a teacher that most students loved. She was happy to just sit around and talk during lessons. We knew she was a single mother - the father of her kids had been out of the picture for many years, and there'd been no other partner on the scene. As teenage students, sometimes conversation in class would turn to sex, but Andrea knew better than to buy in on that discussion, apart from the occasional cryptic comment that showed us she was still having some fun but protecting her job at the same time.
She worked hard for the school and had taught there for a long time - you could tell she was very focused on being a good mum for her own boys too; and because of this she led a very busy life and wasn't overly fussed about her own appearance.
Andrea was by no means ugly, but she clearly had other priorities to focus on than her appearance. Average height and body, wavy dark brown hair that just passed her shoulders, and green eyes. She wasn't drop dead sexy, but she had a nice and warm wholesome look about her that made her quite attractive.
Andrea wasn't anything like the type of girls I was generally drawn to in my university years. At high school as a student I was attracted to girls my own age, but in my newfound mature mindset, I found myself fascinated by Andrea. It had been a while since my last sexual encounter and although she was old enough to be my parent, my mind was beginning to wander... Was she still a single mum? How long since she last had sex? Did she get sex regularly?
The first few days filling in at the school were a blur of catching up with everyone, reacquainting myself with the buildings, and learning my new job as a teacher. I'd seen Andrea around (enough to wonder about her) but not enough to have much conversation because I was so busy settling in.
Towards the end of my first week, I was invited to assist at a school camp out of town which was scheduled for the following week. There were several teachers attending - one of them was Andrea, and the two of us travelled there together in her car.
Conversation flowed for the entire car trip and I was reminded of why it was so much fun to sit in her class when I was a student. I'd told her I was single after finishing my studies, and I had learned that she too was without a partner.
"Pffft, are you kidding Dave?" Andrea laughed, "Running around cleaning up after two of my grown boys that still live at home, and a full time job at this place" she continued "Doesn't really leave much time for Andrea!" She had a way of saying it without sounding like she wanted pity, but I sensed she could really do with some pampering for herself.
We arrived at the camp close to dusk, and directed the students to their cabins so they could unpack. I found out that I hadn't been catered for when it came to accommodation, but the manager of the camp was able to fit me into an old cabin at the end of the block. It was next to Andrea's, but it had been abandoned and disused for several years due to disrepair. I was happy enough to rough it in there for a few nights because it still beat sleeping out in the cold!
One of the teachers had brought along a sneaky supply of wine, so once the students had settled in for the night most of us indulged in a couple of glasses. Even Andrea. It was great to see that, despite her chaotic life and the fact that she wasn't receiving any male attention she was still able to wind down and relax with "the grown ups". I also realized, as conversation carried into the night, that I could really connect with what Andrea had to say - after all, we were both adults now, both making a living in the real world. And both single.
This only managed to increase my level of fascination with her... Was I actually starting to fall for Andrea, a much older woman, or was it just the drink talking and my dry spell from sex that was playing with my mind? Maybe I just needed a good fuck!
Slightly withdrawn from the conversation going on around me, I started to imagine Andrea naked. I'd never seen a woman in her mid-to-late 40s undressed before. She'd reared three kids... surely she'd have to look different to the girls my age that I'd hooked up with while at uni. I'd once accidentally seen my mum naked when I was very young, so that had given me some idea of how all women look different in shape. It was also enough to stop my thoughts in their tracks. I'd rather not think of my mother in that way!
