Lisa Baker was my 12th grade history teacher. She was a tall, slim brunette with a great smile and was easily the most attractive teacher I had that year. She didn't dress too provocatively but still managed to show off her figure. I spent all class staring at this lady and more often than not masturbated later that day while thinking about her. Besides her looks, she was also very nice. There were a few jerks in my class, but she never lost her temper, though she would have been justified in doing so. I was always polite, and she seemed to appreciate that. The fact that I did well on her exams didn't hurt, either.
On the last day of school in late June, Lisa looked as good as usual while wearing a tight blouse and a knee-length skirt. Her breasts and legs were mesmerizing. I stayed a little while at the end of the period and then went up to her to say goodbye. I said that I would miss her, and she said the same to me.
"Would you like to talk more after school?" she asked.
"Sure, but my parents are both at work, and I don't have a ride home," I said.
"I can drive you."
I agreed, and when the day ended, I went to her classroom, where she was waiting for me.
"Glad school is over?" she asked.
"Yes, of course." I pulled up a chair next to her desk.
"Same here," she said. "Sometimes, I think I should quit teaching. It's exhausting."
"You do a great job, Mrs. Baker."
She blushed. "Thanks. And since I'm not your teacher anymore, you can call me Lisa."
"OK, Lisa." It rolled off my tongue easily, since I always thought of her as Lisa in my fantasies.
We talked for a while. I told her about my very average existence in high school and some worries about going to college in California after having been on the east coast my whole life. She told me about her recent divorce and subsequent dating mishaps. Eventually, we started reminiscing about the crazy antics my classmates got up to during the past year.
"You were one of the only good students," she said. "However..."
"What?"
"Something I've wondered about for a while. You seemed to zone out during lectures. Was it just my imagination, or did you spend a lot of time staring at my body?"
I didn't answer for a few seconds, I was so surprised. She had a knowing smile on her face.
"Well, yeah," I admitted. "You're very beautiful. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable."