Amy Carter was the new English teacher at Piedmont High. She was very young and very attractive. She was the hottest teacher in school. All of the guys would drool after her. Rumors swirled around the school that she was screwing every guy there from the principal to all of the football team. Eve though those rumors were untrue, Amy loved the attention. Valentine’s Day started an eventful experience for Ms. Carter.
Amy walked into her room that morning, and saw two dozen roses sitting on her desk. There were no cards indicating who they were from. The roses looked and smelled wonderful. She asked around all day, but no one knew about the mystery roses.
Amy thought and thought all weekend, “Who sent me those roses?”
Monday morning, she walked into her room, and a giant white teddy bear, with a red stomach and nose was sitting on her desk. Once again, there was no indication to who it was from. Once again, no one knew who sent it.
This went on all week. Every morning, flowers, candy, expensive perfumes, and such would all be waiting on her in her room. Friday, there was a heart shaped box of chocolates on her desk. She spent the whole weekend devouring them. When she finished them, there was an envelope in the bottom of the box. She opened them, there were several pictures in them. The first picture was fuzzy to make out, but it looked like a woman’s pussy! She looked at the next one, it was a little bit more clear, it was woman’s pussy! Was her secret admirer a woman? The next picture was of a pair of legs, the next was of the upper body. “Who ever this person was, she has big breasts,” Amy noted. The next few pictures were of the hair and face. It wasn’t until the last picture, that she knew who this person was. She was lying on her back nude, using a vibrator on herself. It was Harley, The girl in her Senior English Lit. class! She was in shock! At the same time she was something else, but she was to shocked to admit it to herself. She didn’t know why, but she kept looking through all the pictures several times. She stopped when she felt “dirty.”
Amy took a shower and wet to bed. That night she dreamed of Harley. She woke up the next morning like she hadn’t slept at all, she felt like shit. She went to school. There were the roses, three dozen this time. These had cards from Harley expressing her love for her teacher. All through her first class, Amy tried not to make eye contact with Harley. She wasn’t a lesbian, and even if she was, she couldn’t carry on an affair with her student. The day as restless, but Amy was glad it was over at two o’clock. She was sitting at her desk reading a magazine. She heard a knock on the door. She told them to come in. It was Harley.
“Hi Ms. Carter.”
“Hi. What can I do for you?”
Amy noticed how Harley was dressed. She was wearing a short plaid skirt and a see through blouse, and if she wasn’t mistaken, she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“It’s not what you can do for me, it’s what I can do for you.”
“Harley I-”
“You look so tense, let me help you.”
Harley walked behind her teacher and began to give her a massage on her shoulders. Amy melted. The massage felt so good. Harley had a very good touch. Amy woke up when she felt her kissing her neck.
“Harley stop. We can’t-”
“Can’t what? I can’t make you feel good again? I can’t worship your body?”
Harley’s hands traveled down Amy’s blouse. She rubbed her breasts. Amy was melting even more. Harley spun her around in her chair.
“You want me to strip for you Amy?”
Harley took off her blouse, freeing her breasts. Amy couldn’t take her eyes of her big fat nipples. Harley rubbed herself asking:
“I bet you want to wrap your lips around these, don’t you?”
