Nailing The Hot Teacher
By The_Shadow_Rising
~Author's Note: This story is VERY long and VERY slow paced. It is about a woman who cheats, and nothing bad happens to her. It has a very long build-up with a decent length sex scene. It involves repetition, which is part of the spirit of sex and the story. All characters are at least eighteen. This is a work of fiction, meant as a fantasy of erotica. If you do not like any of this, do not read this story. If you do, or you like my other stories, please enjoy and let me know what you think. Thanks~
The perfect blue sky over Shorehaven was dotted by the occasional fluffy white cloud as the beautiful sun beat down on the City from high in the firmament. The heat of the day, like usual, shone down in rays of golden light, promising yet another glorious day in the City of Taboo Dreams. The days were almost always perfection, part of the West Coast charm, and such an ideal paradise was what Shorehaven was known for.
The sprawling metropolis hummed with life, and the trees lining the broad streets swayed gently in the very light breeze which stirred through the City. The whole megalopolis felt alive this early in the morning, and a hopeful, positive, and happy atmosphere buzzed through the residents of Shorehaven. Anything was possible today, it felt like. And the populus was going to grab a hold of their dreams like they had never done before.
People were, in fact, already enjoying themselves, or on their way to or from a recent encounter. Even when they didn't realise what was ahead of them. The perfect morning had already brought mothers, sisters, girlfriends, fiancées, and wives to their knees, or had them on their backs or bent over something. All while their loving other halves had no idea, and his friend, boss, coworker, family member, or rival had his way with his beautiful woman.
Oh yes, beds shook, headboards slammed, chairs rocked, sofas creaked, and tables shimmied at all of the hot, illicit sex going on. But it was more than that. The perfect day had brought out the adventurous side in many, and the heat had lowered their inhibitions.
So, mothers and sisters rode their sons and brothers in the back garden, where they had been sunbathing only moments before. Hot girlfriends were taken in the pool by someone their boyfriends knew, and sometimes someone they hated. Soon-to-be married fiancées were bent over the hood of the soon-to-be best men's cars. And once faithful wives were pressed against the windows of their lounges and bedrooms earning their husbands a promotion, saving his job, or 'entertaining' his friends.
Clubs, houses, bars, shops, beaches, pools, houses, and so much more rang with the illicit and unmistakable sounds of explicit action. But all of the faithful, loving men in the women's lives had no idea what was happening behind their back. Some mothers and sisters, girlfriends, fiancées, and wives would end up pregnant after being fucked so thoroughly. Others would escape such a fate, luckily. But all would be hooked on their illicit behaviour from then on. And more would succumb as the day wore on.
That was the way of Shorehaven. It was known for its warmth, fun, and fulfilling of dreams that were often not even dreamt before they happened. It was a paradise, in more ways than one. And there was something about the place that just filled life with lust and passion. And made cheating and incestuous dreams come true.
The City was truly massive, spreading over the relatively flat land for miles. Cut in half by the mighty River Aphrodite, the several districts of Shorehaven all had their own personalities and style. From the sparkling ocean and golden sands of the beach at The Strip, to the perfect neighbourhoods of Havendale and Gainborough. Rich mansions and pools filled the hills of Shorevale Heights, marking a sharp contrast on the opposite side of the City with the run-down, cheaper residences of Codleton near the docks and the main centre of industry in the City.
Then there were the mass nature reserves of The Den and The Dales. The former was more forest-like and hills, whereas the latter was more sprawling fields and grasslands. Both looked gorgeous in the sunlight, inviting places for campers and festivalgoers.
But it was the heart of the City that buzzed most. The seemingly never-ending ocean of skyscrapers, tall office buildings, shops and malls, townhouses, concert halls, hotels, and public buildings that made up Downtown Shorehaven. Here, everything from business to commerce went on...and that gave rise to a myriad of sexual opportunities. All taken by the inhabitants that went about their daily lives.
Within Downtown, on the southern side of the mighty Aphrodite, sat the campus of Shorehaven High. One of the larger schools in Shorehaven, the high school was a massive sprawl of distinct buildings and grounds. Some of the former were of the more traditional Shorehaven Gothic style, like the town hall, and others were more art deco or glass structures.
Sometimes buildings stood next to each other, while others connected via corridors or bridges, and sometimes they stood alone, often with concrete areas or grass and tree-paved walkways between.
Giant fields, mostly for sports, and track runs dwarfed the mass of buildings, dotted everywhere around. Intermittent between these were areas for different sports, like basketball, baseball, the football grounds, and tennis courts.
Lush trees, bushes, and flowers lined the walkways between buildings and fields, bringing colour and a peaceful aura to the otherwise studious campus. And the main building, which housed the offices, main hall, and dining area was located on top of a long, rectangular man-made hill of green grass.
Stairs and ramps led down to a wide parking lot and road, for students and teachers to use. Though it was just one of the several parking spaces around the large campus, this was the main road in and out and the main building was the primary entrance to the school.
Shorehaven High was almost like a miniature version of the campus of Shorehaven University, if less developed and variant. But it was a pleasant place to study and work for most. And was rated the top school in the City.
At this time of the morning, as students made their way onto the campus and into the buildings while the sun shone down, promising another glorious day, school buses and staff and student cars were busy pulling in and out of the parking lot. Students of all ages, and teachers who were not in earlier, walked along the sidewalks, up the stairs, and into the main building. Each making their way to where they needed to be first.
Some were relaxing out in the perfect weather, enjoying the peace before a school day began. Whether they were lying on the grass, playing a game on one of the fields or courts, hanging out around benches and tables, or any myriad of things, life bubbled on the campus, and a feeling that anything could happen hung in the air.
A variety of music played from various stereos or phones, filling the already buzzing air with another kind of life. Conversation hummed, as did laughter. People walked, or ran, or just stood around in groups chatting. Teachers went about their business preparing for the day, and the principal sat in her office trying to seem busy.
The school seemed as idyllic as the rest of Shorehaven...but just like the rest of the City there were other elements always at play. Bullying, though not very prevalent, still occurred. Affairs happened. And other secrets lay hidden.
But even despite this, the illusion of a place of learning in paradise remained unbroken. And for the largest part, it was true. Like with Shorehaven University, dreams began and were made here. And one dream was about to come true that was not anticipated by anyone involved as the morning broke. Shorehaven High was, after all, located in the great City of Taboo Dreams.
Through one of the window-lined walls of one of the buildings, located with a field just across from a concrete area with wooden benches and tables, the warmth of the sun, and the faint hint of a breeze, permeated into an almost empty classroom.
It was like any other classroom, with desks and chairs filling most of the space, a broad pine desk off to one side at the front, a lectern with a computer for teaching off to another, a large white projection screen on the wall at the front, and various shelves for books lining the walls between filing cabinets and space to show off work or posters on large grey-blue boards.
But this classroom was not empty, even at this early stage of the morning.
Inside, near the large, windowed wall, at the front of the room stood a tallish man and a shorter woman, talking happily and brightly, readying for the day ahead.
The man was lithe, in an average yet defined sort of way. He stood almost six feet tall, if but an inch, and his short brown hair was styled back just a little. He was attractive, to those who considered such things, and wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses in front of his vibrant brown eyes. Those glasses only seemed to enhance his looks, and his clean-shaven face.
He wore an unbuttoned dark suit with a white shirt underneath. He was only in his early thirties, yet his look represented his demeanour perfectly.
