The following is a true story.
So, I am a highschool Spanish teacher. I've had this student, Ashley, since her sophomore year. She was and still is beautiful. Her semi-long, dirty blonde hair caught rays of light in an unbelievable manner. When I looked into her crystal blue eyes and realized she was looking back, my knees would almost buckle. We would discreetly flirt- She'd give me a sexy wink as she passed my class on her way to her art class, a lot of eye contact was made during class, or I would let my thigh brush against her hand on the edge of the desk as I walked by. She'd sit in my room everyday for lunch and we'd talk the whole time. It was so nice to connect with her about actual stuff, not stuff we do in class.
She had just turned 18 a few months before completing her senior year. I asked if she would like to help clean out my room after all the students left on the last day of school. She gladly accepted.
After sitting in the cafe for two boring hours until all the students left, she came to my room. She was wearing a white tanktop that showed just enough skin, navy blue shorts and her signature flip flops. We got to work immediately. As she bent over and picked up a stack of books, I could see every muscle of her back working under her snug fitting tank. I think she caught me staring at the sliver of skin peeking out from the bottom of her shirt.
A few hours passed and the room was spotless. We were talking about pretty much nothing when I suddenly found my self kissing her perfect, velvety lips. I felt butterflies fluttering in my stomach and tingling between my legs. The kissed lasted for at least 15 seconds and she said, "I don't think we should be doing this here,"
"How about we leave and you follow me to my place?"
