It's so close to the end of the school year but looks like I will indeed graduate! I finally got my butt in gear these past 2 years so I can start my schooling for the career I've chosen. This has been in large part to my Co OP teacher tutoring me, being able to vent to her and her talking me out of doing foolish things. We'll just call her "Ms Peaches".
Although I've not had sex with a woman yet I often wonder about older, experienced women like her. She's a woman in her 40's, shorter than me at 5'1, thick all over especially in the hips...those hips that sway with confidence even if she isn't built like a runway model. She has a little bit of a belly, beautiful eyes, frosted blonde highlights, thick lips, and a soft sultry voice. Pretty flirtatious especially these past few weeks with the quick shoulder rubs as she passes by my desk, running those long finger nails through my hair, pressing up against me when we chat or pressing her breasts against me as she's looking at my progress over my shoulder.
Most of these subtle touches are after school or during school when we are alone together. I often wonder what it would be like to be intimate with her and think of her often when I pleasure myself. But she wouldn't want a kid like me even if I am 19. Besides, she's married to money and by the way she dresses, she doesn't need to work.
It's a Friday and as usual our small class is wound up and goofing around, especially me because I'm the comedian at times but never disrespectful. Although I like to push the shock value sometimes. Ms Peach is walking around as usual listening as we catch her up on student gossip and what not. She walks over to me and softly asks if I'm going to come by her room after school to help her start packing her things up before summer break. Of course I will! She smiles and rubs those long fingernails through my hair and softly says thank you. Of course the other students giggle so I have to come off with a joke: Ok watch it you're giving me a woody!" This sends the others into an uproar of cackles and laughter. She stops, bites her lower lip but smiles as she walks back to her desk, looking back at me with a strange sly grin.