Even as at 18, I was what the guys considered "one hot little bitch." I was told this by students and teachers alike. I'll never forget Joe, a coach at our school, along with a few other teachers.
Joe stood out because he was not only my teacher about all sexual things, but also my friend. I can't believe it all started at a BBQ at Mrs. Jackson's house…
I was sitting in Mrs. Jackson's class thinking about how she was acting. Mrs. Jackson was in my standards a wealthy woman. She lived in the richest part of town and always presented the perfect "Southern Belle" appearance. Then my imagination went on to fantasize about Coach Murphy. Joe on the other hand was really nice, yet sexy because he had that rugged look. I swear I went weak in the knees every time I saw him.
On Thursday, Joe came up to me and asked me to go to a BBQ at Mrs. Jackson's house. I was shocked because, this was my teacher's house and party! Anyway, I said yes, and agreed to meet him at her house around 9:00.
I met him as I had said, and we went directly into the backyard where the party was stationed. We mingled a little bit, and I started to feel a little strange. I was the only one there that was a student. All the rest of the couples were middle-aged and looked at us with great question.
We headed to the living room where the stereo was located. As a slow song came on, we started to dance. Closer and closer until I was basically grinding on him. After a couple of fast songs, I felt his erection growing. I started to tease him a little by bringing his hands to caress my ass and pussy. Joe turned me around abruptly and grabbed my hand.