Introduction
I'm Mary, a year 12 student at my high school, graduating in a few weeks. I turned 18 last month, and I'm looking forward to exploring my young adulthood.
I've been talking with one of my teachers, Miss Williams, about what I might want to do after graduation. She has been very helpful and I appreciate that. But in addition, the crush that I have had on her for a while has developed into a full-fledged attraction.
She is in her late twenties and has a lovely face, short curly dark hair and a beautiful body - trim and fit with large breasts that have been turning me on a lot lately.
Flirtation
"Well, thanks for your advice, Miss Williams, that's given me something to think about."
"You're very welcome, Mary," she replies with a big smile. A wave of pleasure shoots through me, something that has been happening more often lately when I look at her.
"I suppose I should be walking home."
"I'm ready to go myself. I live near school, so I also walk. Which way do you go?"
"I live across the park," I say.
"Oh, that's the same direction as me. Would you like to walk together?"
Her suggestion sends me to the moon. I have been lusting after Miss Williams all year, more so lately. Of course, it's a forbidden desire, so I have never hinted anything to her.
I gather my breath and answer, "That would be nice."
We collect our things and walk out of the building. It's a lovely day, just a little cool but that's good, so we don't get too hot walking in the sun. We cross the street to the park and walk along the footpath. I jolt as her hand brushes mine. I look up at her and she's smiling at me.
I want to tell Miss Williams how much I like her, but I'm afraid to expose how much she turns me on. She breaks the ice by saying, "Mary, I'm so proud of you. You're such a good student. And aside from that, you're a great person and a very pretty girl."
I blush. "Oh, I'm not that pretty."
"Nonsense, Mary, you are the most attractive girl in my class. I can't ever keep my eyes off of you in class."
I really glow now, having felt the same way about her. "I think you are very pretty, Miss Williams." I surprised myself by expressing my thoughts out loud.
"Why, thank you, Mary."
We walk on. Her hand brushes mine again and I am emboldened to hold her hand. My pulse is racing.
"You're my favourite teacher, Miss Williams. You're always so nice to me and it makes me feel good."
"Thank you, Mary, you're my favourite student. I think about you all the time. I..." She trails off, not finishing her thought.
I'm almost panting with excitement, hoping that she feels about me the way I do about her. I gaze at her face, wanting to kiss her, but afraid that she might freak out if I'm wrong.
"Does your mum know you are with me?" she asks me as we continue to walk.
"Oh, well no, but I usually take walks before going home."
"Good, we will keep it our little secret then," she says with a wink.
I gasp a little, wondering what she is hinting at. I gently pull her onto a path leading into the trees.
"I often turn in here where I can't be seen and relax."
"Oh, so you like privacy as well. I like that. I live pretty close by here luckily."
"Oh really?" I say, almost blurting it out. My heart pounds as my fantasy flies to imagine her asking me home.
"Yes, little one." She smiles broadly at me and I melt.
I stop in the middle of a group of trees and gaze into her eyes dreamily. My eyes admire her tight body. I notice her looking at me. My body is glowing. My mind goes fuzzy.
My hand moves to her waist, touching it gently. I hear her gasp a little.
"Tell me what you are thinking, dear," she asks me.
"Oh, Miss Williams, I'm sorry, I just..."
"Go ahead," she says.
"Oh. I, uh. Well. I like you a lot."
"I know dear, I could tell that your first day in my class."
"Do you, uh, like me?"
"Of course, dear. A lot of the teachers do actually."
I feel so embarrassed but excited. "Do they?"
Her hand starts playing with my hair. "Oh yes, many of us like you."
I gasp at her touch and feel embarrassed that teachers have been talking about me.
I gaze at her soft lips, wanting to kiss them, but not daring to.
"What do you think about that?" she asks me, as she continues playing with my hair.
"Oh Miss Williams, I don't know. I mean I guess I'm glad you think I'm likable."
"Oh, my dear, you are adorable. Some of them would be quite jealous of my being here with you like this right now."
"Oh Miss Williams, really?"
"Mmm hmm. They all desire you."
"Desire?"
She nods.
"Ohhhh. And you? Uh, oh..."
"Oh me too, dear. We all would love being with you I'm sure. Even if you are a young thing." She tugs very slightly on my hair.
"Oh my." My heart pounds madly. I move slowly closer, tilting my face toward yours. She leans down and gives me a soft kiss.
"Mmmm," I moan softly.
"Good girl," she whispers.
My hands fly to her waist.