AUTHOR'S NOTE: AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a re-written version of a story previously uploaded in 2017. The story takes place many years ago in the past. All stories in this series take place in a time before internet and cell phones, but I leave it to you, the reader to decide what year or decade. This story reflects new content that I hope you enjoy. If you do, please check out the other stories from this series. CW: The story contains student-teacher dynamic and large age difference. If this is not your thing, please skip this story. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy it, and Thank You for reading!
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The tips of Velma Blount's fingers drummed incessantly against the surface of her kitchen table and she glanced up at the wall clock for the nth time since sitting down. In about an hour or so, she'd pick Shari up. They'd have a nice quiet dinner at a nice restaurant downtown before they were due to arrive at the church. It was Saturday, and she'd had her hair cut yesterday after school let out. A very short blunt pageboy style with blunt bangs framed the roughened, somewhat mannish features of the seated woman's face. The style honestly made her look quite severe and alarming—something she seemed to enjoy especially when she had to tangle with the surplus of "high maintenance" girls enrolled in her classes this year.
Miss Velma Blount teaches PE at Talcott High School. She is an extraordinarily fit athletic butch woman who towers over her students at an intimidating 6'2". At nearly 50 years old, Miss Blount had a long established reputation for being a rather terse and domineering sort of woman. She is a veteran teacher with 25 years of experience, and she had no compunction about putting any lazy or disrespectful student, whether male or female, in their place. But Miss Blount wasn't always a strict and arrogant task master. It seemed like only yesterday when she began to form a strong bond with one of her students. And that same student somehow got to Miss Blount in a way none of the others could.
But when the girl graduated, Miss Blount felt devastated even though she managed not to show it. She was pretty certain that after the graduation ceremony, she would never see the girl again. Still, the rapport they formed with each other grew and blossomed into an intense intimate relationship. More than a year has passed now, and as far as Velma was concerned, her relationship with Shari Keefer was as strong as ever.
Velma got up from her seat and glanced at the wall clock again as she stepped away from the kitchen table. She went into the living room, and her eyes scanned the bookshelf near the small television set. From the third shelf, she reached for a copy of the Talcott yearbook, "The Racer." It was one of several yearbooks Miss Blount had accumulated during her many years of teaching. She took the book and sat on the sofa, thumbing through the pages until she found Shari Keefer's senior picture.
With a wistful sigh, Velma's fingertips brushed across the surface of the page, caressing the image staring sightlessly back at her. Shari Keefer is so beautiful, Velma thought; breathtaking! A cascade of thick and lustrous light blond hair tumbled just past her shoulders, emphasizing the delicate, innocent beauty of the girl's face. Bright eyes, the color of sapphires, laughed and sparkled up at Velma, drawing attention to that mischievous wry grin she loved so much. Velma often wondered what this stunning little beauty actually saw in her homely old gym teacher. Still, it was obvious to anyone who wasn't blind that the beautiful blond senior was drawn to the towering butch woman.
Although many of her classmates left Thatcher Blake to attend colleges out of state, Shari chose to stay and attend Blake College. It was a little over a year ago when, on a humid July night, she went to her now former teacher's house and knocked on the door. Velma was startled by the girl's unexpected visit, but inside she was thrilled. The visit started innocently enough. Shari sat beside Velma on the sofa while they talked. The middle aged butch struggled to recall what compelled her to go against her better judgement the way she did.
Was it the couple of beers she'd already drank that night while she slowly dozed in front of the TV before Shari's arrival? Maybe, maybe not, because she still remembered that unsettling feeling of butterflies rising in the pit of her stomach when she told Shari to close her eyes. She leaned in, feeling the girl's soft full lips against hers, and they shared a tender kiss. Velma shuddered as her mind relived that moment. The prodigious woman braced herself for the inevitable reflexive slap across her face. She was used to it. She expected it even though all of her past lovers had been women closer to her own age. Shari looked stunned and her cheeks turned a bright pink. Velma guessed the girl might've felt a little embarrassed by her sudden advances.
But Shari never raised a hand. The room was very quiet, and after a second or two, Velma leaned in to kiss her again. This time the kiss was longer and more deliberate. Her tongue entered the blond beauty's mouth, exploring, while they embraced and she knew after several more kisses that her advances were welcome and mutual. Velma seized the opportunity, guiding the girl down the hall to her bedroom, and they made love.
A year and a few months of steady courtship have passed since that fateful summer night. Of course, their relationship had its ups and downs like any other. Occasionally they'd argue over petty things, and sometimes Shari preferred to spend time with her classmates from Blake on Friday and Saturday nights. Velma couldn't really blame her for that. It's perfectly natural to want to spend time hanging out with girls her own age. Besides, Velma sometimes had to cancel plans she'd made with Shari because of her own obligations as a teacher and coach.
But tonight, everything would be different; special. A couple of months ago, Velma asked Shari to marry her. Of course, the marriage would only be a commitment ceremony. It isn't legal or acceptable for two women (or two men) to marry. Although Velma was used to dodging rumors and spiteful digs about her sexuality, she couldn't help feeling like she'd condemned Shari to a miserable life of hiding in the closet. Just the same, Shari insisted that she wanted this. She loved Velma, and that was all that mattered. Fortunately, they already had the approval of the church and the women's Bible study group to which Velma belonged. The only thing left now was to fully consummate the relationship—make it real; official.
Velma stared down at the yearbook which was now lying open on her lap, entranced by the image in front of her. It never failed. Every time she laid eyes on Shari she was smitten! That was the way it was the very first time they really began to talk. As usual, Shari came to gym class late...
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Shari darted down the hall and fought her way against the powerful current in the sea of students and hall monitors yelling at everyone to hurry up and get to class. She dashed down the nearest stairwell and plunged headlong into another crush of students until she reached her final destination, the girls' locker room.
As she started changing out of her clothes and into her gym suit, she saw her friend, Irene Olafson. She called Irene over.
"Hey—tell Miss Blount I'll be right up. I gotta use the bathroom first."
Irene nodded and said: "Sure thing!" before heading to the small stairwell leading up to the main gym. A few minutes later, Shari appeared and joined her classmates who were standing around waiting for Miss Blount to finish taking attendance. Of course, Miss Blount saw that Shari was late, and she wasn't having any of it.
"Late again, Keefer!" Miss Blount snapped in that gruff, mannish voice that always gave Shari the chills. "I'm getting real sick of this!"
Shari, all smiles, said: "I'm very sorry, Miss Blount, but I needed to change my tampon! It won't happen again!"
Crippling outbursts of giggles and laughter echoed loudly from the other girls. Miss Blount was furious, but she was careful not to show any outward signs. Her thin lips puckered momentarily like a cat's asshole as she tutted disapprovingly at the beautiful blond senior. This was followed predictably by another outburst of giggles.
"Ten laps, Keefer!" The gym teacher snapped. Miss Blount made a sort of sweeping motion with her hand in the general direction of the far side of the gym. "Let's go—hustle!"
