As Ms. Matheson walked into the room, I felt my cock twitch.
That wasn't unusual. Even at 48 years of age, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was also the best English teacher I ever had. In my final year of high school Ms. Matheson had been the first person to give me some direction in life. I was going to university to become a writer. Ms. Matheson obviously cared about each of her students, and wanted to see them all succeed.
But there was a slight edge to Ms. Matheson. Though her face showed some signs of age - laugh lines and perhaps the makings of some crow's feet - her body seemed that of a woman half her age. Still, it was that matronly feel that added even more lust to my 19-year-old mind, heart and body. Her exquisite form was the product of both nature, and regular workouts. And Ms. Matheson dressed to show it off. Her manner of dress wasn't slutty, mnd you, but probably just barely on the respectable side for the decision makers at the school board. Tight, short skirts and dresses gave me a great image of her strong, sleek legs each day, as well as her ample but tight ass.
She alternated between a wide variety of tops. But even the colourful and somewhat baggy blouses couldn't help but accentuate the curves of what appeared to be hand-crafted boulders on her chest. Sometimes she was covered to the neck in something just short of skin-tight. Once in a while there was a hint of gorgeous cleavage. Each day was a surprise.
Sometimes she wore her black hair up in a tight bun, other times she wore it down and it hung almost to her shoulders. There were streaks of grey and she made no effort to hide them.
Today, she was wearing a loose red blouse, and a tight black skirt that almost reached her knees. Despite the relative bagginess of her blouse, as usual her large breasts were prominant. As far as I was concerned, there wasn't one flaw with her body. There were the signs of age, in her face as I said and perhaps a little thickness around the middle, she wasn't model thin. But everything was in perfect proportion.
On this particular morning, we were receving one of our final essays back. I was nervous as usuaal - but I had already been doing quite well in Ms. Matheson's class. She was demanding but fair and obviously cared about all her students. I had been encouraged by her and was working hard. I'd pulled up my dangerously low C to a B+. I would need at least an A- to get into the school I wanted.
Most of the period went as normal. We discussed a few issues that were in the news that day. Then the class did a brief writing assignment on a short story we'd read for homework the night before, and had some quiet reading time for our class novel. That's when Ms. Matheson began handing out the marked essays.
I peered over the top of my book and followed her around the classroom, as I always did. My fantasies about my gorgeous and sexy english teacher were limited to my mind and my wet dreams at home. At 19, I had kissed a girl once and made out a little bit, but had no experience beyond that. Once a girl I met during a summer trip with my family got as far as pulling my 4 inch penis out the zipper of my jeans. She gave it a few tugs, watched my ejaculate dribble out almost immediately and laughed out loud. I certainly was no stud. "You must be so embarrased," she said to me. "You're such a little shit!"
When my paper dropped on my desk, I was surprised. There was no mark, no grade, just the note: 'Please see me' written in red ink. As the bell rang and everyone else left, I remained in my desk dumbfounded. A friend asked if I was coming. I said, not yet, I had to talk to Ms. Matheson. She followed the last of the students out the door then closed it and stood for a moment with her back facing me.
Ms. Matheson turned all of a sudden and walked briskly to her desk at the front of the room. She spoke without looking in my direction.
"Steve, I wanted to talk to you becuase your essay was not nearly up to your usual standards." She finally turned in my direction. With what appeared to be a slightly mischievous grin on her face, she strutted over to me and sat down on the desk in front of me, crossing her legs and danling them into the seat in front of me.
"It's much too late in the semester to be falling down this far," she said, looking directly into my eyes. I noticed her leaning over slightly to scratch her ankle, then lean back as she rubbed up her beautiful leg, resting her hands on her knee. Ms. Matheson wasn't a body builder, but whenever she stretched or flexed her legs, you could see the muscles in them rippling. The muscle tone in this woman's legs was incredible. And now those legs were right in front of my face.
"Your final grade is back to hovering at a low B, and I'm aware you need at least a low A to get into Eveland," Ms. Matheson said. Her voice sounded different. The regular linting and caring sound wasn't there. There seemed to be a coldness. Still, my small dick was pressing against the inside of my jeans. My heart was pounding, and I felt torrents of sweat rolling down my sides.
"You've seemed distracted. And I feel it may be my fault," she said.
I must've knitted my brow and looked at her in confusion.
"Well, I've spoken to some of your other teachers and they haven't noticed the same problems. It only appears to happen in my class. And no one else I've spoken to has noticed that little bulge in your pants, like I do every single day."
I gasped. I couldn't believe Ms. Matheson said that. I was completely speechless, and was probably slipping into some form of shock. I was frozen. She continued.
"You may not know that my husband and I have been separated now for six months. You've probably guessed that I"m a very sexual woman. Actually, I love sex Steven. And my husband hadn't been satisfying me for some time. I've been thinking I need a young stud to fuck me once in a while. And, quite honestly, I've always thought you were kind of cute."
As she spoke, she started undoing the buttons on her tight red blouse.
"So I decided. I can ensure you get the marks you need, if you do everything I ask, and keep your mouth shut about it. I'm sure you realize a teacher can't have sex with one of her students. That is, no one could know about it. I'm sure you'd be flattered to be my young stud. But, if you tell anyone, I'll deny everything I've done, and tell them that you had been sexually harassing me and threatened to make up this story if I didn't have sex with you. Your marks are already dropping, so not reaching the A- you need wll be no surprise. Besides, no one will ever believe you. And when they see your marks, they'll think you are trying to get back at me."
