For years, I've looked at her in a different light than I should of one of my friend's mom. But, she was different. She was hot, she was young, and she had something about her that said...it's fine.
Renee is the 40 year old, blonde haired, petite woman with the big rack that all of our friends loved. Even better she is a teacher at the high school.
She one of the teachers that you would willing to get lunch detention for just to see her legs as she sits on the desk with the short skirt that's just tight enough for you to notice that she does not have a panty line. One of the teachers that you would love to have after school detention for because you would love to see her in that low cut blouse that gives you a clear view of her Ds as she bends over to tell you why you should not be acting out in class.
But unlike those other teachers, she is the one that you would love to stay in the class one-on-one with because deep down in your heart, you thought that you would be the one that she decided to finally quit flirting with and take it to the next level.
But then again, you're not Mario.
Mario was the 19 teen year old All-American kid. He was a honor student. He was an All-State football player. He was the Tony's best friend. But mostly importantly, he was the one friend that Renee wanted, but she could not have.
Mario loved the attention the high schools girls gave him and he loved to give them attention. But, he was too focused on football and school to take advantage of all the young girls that he could have had. Besides the one girl that he thought he wanted was Renee, because she was off limits to everyone he knew and even worse, she was his off limits to him because of it would be a stab in the back.
But that's what made it even more exciting. All the reasons he should not try to get with Renee made him want her anymore.
But all good things eventually turn bad or in this situation...all bad things eventually turn good.
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Fourth block had just ended. It sounded the end of another long school day. Mario was having trouble with math and he wanted to make sure his grade was good enough to get into schools like Stanford (or just Stanford because that was his dream school).
He prefers Renee because she is smart, she cares about him because he is like a son, and most importantly because she is the hottest thing in the school.
The only problem is that he has a hour and thirty minutes until practice. So somewhere between putting on his gym shorts and finding out what 2x + 54 = 712z - 63 means he had to squeeze in all his thoughts of bending Renee over her desk and making her feel like he doubt her husband could ever do. All those fantasies and sneaky stares had to be quick.
Because of the rush today and the light practice they had today, Mario decided he was wearing shorts. And because of the heat he also decided that he did not want to wear his football girdle (the shorts that not only hold the pads in the pants but also jams his cock onto the inside of his leg). He did not like either, so it made it easy for him to decide not to wear it.
So there he was, again staring at her breast as she taught him how to make letters into numbers and numbers into letters. In between learning them and watching his tutor's lovely set, he did not notice the blood flowing to his cock until he felt a leg under the desk brush up against it. He noticed but she didn't, which gave her enough time to think of football (think of football, think of football, think of football, think of football).
