It had been 25 years since Amy's senior year of high school. Amy was class of 1999 and that year was a crucial year not just because it was her senior year of high school, but because of the incidents that happened during that year and some of the summer. 25 years seems like such a long time ago for Amy and now she was getting ready to attend the reunion for the class of 1999. Amy went to the basement and looked through the old storage boxes where she found her yearbook from that year.
Amy took the book upstairs to her bedroom and sat on the bed. She had not looked through her yearbook since the summer after her high school graduation. Amy opened the yearbook to the staff page where there are rows of pictures of teachers she had when she was a teenager. One of those teachers stood out to her. His name was Mr. Bernard, but preferred to be called Tim by those closest to him. Amy knew this because at one point she was closest to him. Amy stared at the picture of Tim in his nice gray suit and scholarly glasses.
Tim was her AP English teacher. English happened to be Amy's favorite subject in high school and she loved that she made the grades so that she can be in the AP English class. She enjoyed the books she had to read and she also enjoyed writing. Mr. Bernard and Amy had the same taste in books and in writing. Amy would stay after school because she decided to be part of the school newspaper because Mr. Bernard was in charge of it. One day after classes were over, Amy decided to go to the writing lab to edit the article she was working on regarding goals after graduation. No one else was in the Lab so she took advantage of this solitude and started to do her work on the computer. It wasn't long before Amy heard the door open again. Mr. Bernard walked into the writing lab.
"Hi, Amy. is it just you today?" Mr. Bernard asked.
"I'm afraid so, Mr. Bernard," Amy answered.
Mr. Bernard walked over to where Amy was sitting and stood behind her as he watched her work on the computer screen. Amy felt him move closer behind her as Mr. Bernard put his hands on the back of Amy's chair. She could feel Mr. Bernard's breath on her neck.
"Looks like you've been busy with your article," Mr. Bernard said, his voice was low.
"Yeah. I just want to get this article right before the school paper is printed for this month."
Then Amy felt Mr. Bernard's hands on her shoulders as his hands gently rubbed them. Amy wasn't sure how to feel about this because she knew this probably was inappropriate but at the same time she did have a lot of tension in her trapezius muscles and the massage felt really good. Mr. Bernard said nothing as he continued to massage Amy's shoulders. Amy could feel herself starting to relax. It went on like this everyday after school where Mr Bernard would continuously massage Amy's shoulders and say nothing while doing so. It was Friday at the end of the month when things escalated. Amy was alone in the writing lab about to submit her final draft of the article when Mr. Bernard walked. He was in khaki pants, and a plaid shirt as it was casual Friday for the staff.
"Oh. Hi, Mr. Bernard."
"Hello, Amy."
Mr. Bernard smiled as Amy sat in front of her computer.
"I see you are submitting your article," Mr. Bernard said as he walked towards Amy. He was standing behind her now.
"Yeah, I just want to read it one more time before I submit it," Amy replied nervously.
Mr. Bernard pulled a chair next to Amy, close enough to her that he could put his hand on her thigh. Which is exactly what he did. Amy felt Mr. Bernard's hand on her thigh and felt her panties dampen. Mr. Bernard was not the handsomest man in the world, but he was cute in a geeky way. Amy knew she was attracted to him, but also never thought that it was possible to have anything with him considering Mr. Bernard was a teacher and she was a student in high school. Mr. Bernard was also a married man and had been for 15 years at the time, and his wife was 7 months pregnant.
Amy tried to ignore her AP English teacher's hand on her thigh and looked at the computer screen. From the corner of her eye she could see Mr. Bernard looking at the computer screen as well. Mr. Bernard rubbed Amy's thigh slowly, giving it a gentle squeeze when he did. Amy felt her pussy become wet.
"Are you doing anything after this, Amy?" His voice was low and seductive.
