Disclaimers:
As always, this story is pure fiction. If you think one of my characters reminds you of someone you know, you're wrong. If any of my characters engage in sexual stuff, they're 18 years of age, or older. This could fall into multiple categories, but I'll make a decision while I'm writing it. Onto my story.
My name is Jamison Carter, Jamie to my friends, a nearly 25 year old high school history and government teacher, in Kent, Washington, about 25 miles southeast of Seattle. I've recently married my long time girlfriend, who couldn't be more different than me, if she tried.
Funny thing about the school I teach in, it has a student body that hails from 67 different countries. If we talk about student body diversity, Kent-Meridian high school is the poster child for diversity.
If my father could see the students in my classes, each day, he'd have a coronary. Oh, wait, he did have a coronary, just as I was turning 14 years of age, and starting high school, in Seattle.
He and my mother had been divorced nearly 4 years, when that racist son of a bitch keeled over at work, and died. Neither my mother, Janet, nor me shed one tear. Like I said, he was a real son of a bitch.
I was surprised that mom stuck it out for nearly 11 years, but finally had enough of his drunken tirades, and stood up to him during the divorce proceedings.
The only decent thing he did, was to forget to change his beneficiary on his life insurance, which came to mom and me. To be truthful, we both thought he was far too stupid to remember to change it.
It definitely made life easier for the two of us.
My first day of high school, I was a bit stunned walking into my Freshman English class. Much to my surprise, our teacher, Mrs. Jarvis, might have been the only black faculty member in our school. Also, she might have been the largest woman on our faculty. Standing over 5'10" and on the full figured side, I just sort of took to her.
My high school was over 95% white, but, unlike my dad, I had no issues with race. If she could help me with my worst subject, then I didn't care if she was purple with orange polka dots.
Unlike some of the racist kids in my class, I Iet her know I was color blind, and we got along, just fine. She actually did help me through my worst subject. And, to be honest, I became a school teacher partially because of Mrs. Jarvis.
With me standing just about 6'2" and tipping the scales at nearly 230, I was eager to get on the football team. I wound up playing all four years of high school, starting the last three.
During my four years of high school, I had Mrs. Jarvis several more times, and we seemed to get along more than just OK. Nothing of a sexual nature, but we both were comfortable talking to each other.
Over the four years of high school, we would talk about life, in general. I told her about my father, and the fact that my mother shied away from dating, after their divorce. She told me she had two little girls, and their father up and decided he didn't want to be married, any more, and left two years previously.
At her insistence, I applied to Central Washington University, in Ellensburg, about 120 miles east of Seattle. Aside from being an excellent teacher's school, their football coach took a liking to my talents.
By graduation day, I had my acceptance letter, to Central, as well as a scholarship to play football. After telling my mother about both my honors, I went to Mrs. Jarvis's office, to tell her of my successes.
Walking into her office, and showing her both letters, she surprised me by hugging me tightly, telling me how happy she was. I reacted by putting my arms around her and slowly kissing her lips, very sensually. At first, she returned my kiss, adding a bit of tongue, when my hands gripped her rounded behind. All of a sudden, we both realized that we were still student and teacher, kissing like two horny teens.
I nearly jumped a foot backwards, apologizing, over and over.
"Oh, Jamie, this was my fault, and I am so very sorry."
"No, Donna, this is all on me! And I am very embarrassed."
As I moved back, her eyes lowered, noticing the large bulge in my pants. I noticed how wide her eyes opened, I truly was embarrassed groping my favorite teacher, even though it seemed to both of us, we certainly enjoyed our very ill advised groping.
"Please know Donna, oops, Mrs. Jarvis, that given the chance, I'd do that again."
I then turned and left her office, before I did just that.
The next night at my graduation ceremony, I made sure to introduce my mother to Mrs. Jarvis. They seemed to get along with each other, which pleased me to no end.
No, I didn't tell my mom what I had done the previous day in Donna's office. I was too embarrassed.
As I was packing up my car to make the drive to Ellensburg, who came to our house to wish me luck? Yes, Donna Jarvis.
Mom quietly told us she'd just go back in our house, when Donna asked her to say.
"Jamie, I want you to know if you ever want to talk, you have my number. About anything."
With that, we just hugged, a bit closer than a teacher and student should hug. As we separated, she took my face in her hands and gave me the softest, sweetest kiss I'd ever had.
I saw mom hurry inside, so I returned the kiss, with both my hands gripping her curvy butt cheeks.
"Aren't you afraid of your mother seeing us?"
"Nope, I just want you to know how much I think of you, Donna."
"You better keep your mind on your studies, and your football practices."
One more kiss, and I decided to get really brave, so I placed one hand on her fairly large breast. I did feel her large nipple harden, instantly.
"You'd better stop, or you won't get on the road, Jamie."
"OK, I guess you're right, even though that's not my first choice, I want you to know," saying that with a grin, and pressing the bulge in my shorts against her body. My actions left no doubt what my preference was.
Off I went, to start my college experience.
Getting settled in my dorm, and learning my way around campus, two weeks before classes started, and starting my football practice, before the rest of the students arrived, was sort of a lonely experience. It made me miss Donna even more.
Once practice started, those thoughts were pushed into the background. Football kept me hopping, plus learning my way around campus.
My Freshman year was quite a learning experience, both on the football field, and in the classroom. I did make friends in my classes, and some of the girls in my classes let it be known they were available for bedroom activities.
Call me old fashioned, but I wanted to be the one who instigated any bedroom stuff. There was this one girl, Anna Barber, a year or two older than me, and on the larger side. After a few dates, that ended in some heavy make out sessions, we finally wound up in her bed. Getting our clothes off, and me seeing her large breasts for the first time, we literally jumped each other's body.
As soon as I got a condom in place, she was all over me. After nearly two hours of fucking, sucking and licking, there wasn't one area of either of our bodies, we didn't know, intimately.
For the remainder of the term, we had many of these nights, as she didn't have a roommate, or any inhibitions.
Getting ready for Christmas break, Anna went back to Spokane, to visit her family, not before telling me she wasn't coming back. It seems as if she spent way too much time fucking me, and not nearly enough time studying.
