This is a story that I've been working on now and then, and this will be the first chapter. I'm nearly done with chapter two, so it shouldn't be a big wait. I know people in the past have complained about the women in my stories becoming sluts and fucking others, but hey, that's what turns me on. So if that's not you're thing, no worries. Enjoy!
Mrs. Bishop is my history teacher, my track and cross country coach, and also the most beautiful woman I've ever met in my life. She's amazing. Smart, beautiful, sexy, and a great runner. She's qualified for the Boston Marathon several times, and run in it 3 times. She's also twice my age and married, but I don't like to dwell on those negative aspects.
She has straight brown hair that falls a few inches past her shoulders. She wears it down at school, but then puts it up in a ponytail for cross country and track practices. She has green eyes that melt my heart, but when she's upset about something will make you tremble. Her nose is small and adorable, her lips full and soft, and she has the cutest freckles on her cheeks that show up in the spring as she starts to tan and last through the summer, slowly fading into fall and winter.
She is 5'2" and weighs about 120 pounds. She has hardly any body fat, but still has nice curvy hips, a great ass, and the sexiest legs I've ever seen. A lifetime of running will do that. Her breasts might be the least attractive thing about her, being only a B cup, but in my opinion, they fit her frame perfectly, and she makes them work for her.
As for me? I'm Ben, and I'm a senior at Richmond High School. I'm 5'8", weigh 145 pounds, have blonde hair, and blue eyes, and I wear glasses. Running, baseball, golf, and cycling keeps me in shape. I'm not ripped or anything, but I have a nice definition, and I do okay with the girls.
I was sitting on my front porch one Sunday afternoon when I saw Mrs. Bishop come running down my street. She was wearing a sports bra and tight compression shorts, and she had her hair up in her signature ponytail. She looked like a goddess as she ran towards me. I jumped out of my chair and went down to the sidewalk to greet her.
"Hi, Mrs. Bishop!"
She jumps, startled by my presence. I didn't realize she was wearing headphones.
"Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't see you had headphones in!" I say as she smiles and takes one of the earbuds out.
"It's okay, Ben. I just wasn't expecting to see anyone I knew." She looks at my house. "This is where you live?"
I smile at her. "Yep. What are you doing over this way? Don't you live on the other side of the river?"
She smiles and looks at me. "That's a good memory. Weren't you a sophomore when I had that team dinner for you guys?"
I smile at the memory. We usually do the team dinners at the houses of kids on the team, but one time the kid had to back out, so Mrs. Bishop volunteered. She and her husband have a beautiful home along the James River. It was a great night.
"Yes, I was. We should have another dinner at your place. Your house is amazing."
"Thank you, Ben, but I don't necessarily like having the students know where I live. That was a one-time-only exception."
I shrug, not thinking much of it. "That's cool. How far are you going today?"
"12 miles. I've already done 7." She answers.
"Want me to join you for the last 5?" I ask.
She hesitates and shifts on her feet. "I'm not sure that's a good idea."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm your teacher and your coach. If people saw us running together, I don't think it would go over well."
I kick a rock and look at her. "I guess. But, you are my coach. If someone did us, we just say you're helping me train for a race. Coaches do that." I give her a little smile. "Come on."
She bites her lower lip and it makes my heart skip a beat. "You can join me back to the bridge, but not across it. I don't want my husband to see us. He's the jealous type and I don't want to have to explain why I'm running with you when I didn't tell him in the first place."
"Just tell him we ran into one another. No biggie." I say.
"Ben." I can tell from her tone she doesn't want to argue about it.
I hold my hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay, just to the bridge."
She smiles. "Thank you. Now go change so I'm not waiting out here forever."
I change as fast as I ever have before and run outside. "Ready!"
She shakes her head and smiles. "Alright, let's go."
She then takes off down the sidewalk and I follow after her. Mrs. Bishop has run plenty of workouts with the team, and she has no issues keeping up with us except for the hardest of workouts, and that's only cause she can't run as fast as us. We fall into an easy rhythm, running side by side. It was a warm day so I pulled my shirt off after a mile or so. Mrs. Bishop looks over at me.
"Put your shirt back on."
I give her a quizzical look. "Why, you're only wearing a sports bra. What's the difference? Plus, we run without shirts on all the time at practice."
She sighs but doesn't say anything else and we quickly fall back into stride side by side. I know I shouldn't be paying any attention to it, but I can't help but watch as her breasts bounce with every stride. They aren't big, but they are sexy to me. As is the rest of her body. Her toned abs, strong legs, and firm ass. Running with her one-on-one really gives me a chance to look at her, and I love what I see.
"Quit staring at me, Ben." She says with a coy smile on her face.
"What?" I mutter. "I wasn't." She gives me a look and I decide not to argue. "Sorry."
"It's okay. You're 18, it's natural, but I'm still your teacher and coach." She responds.
I smile to myself but don't say anything. She didn't make a big deal about it, and that makes me feel safe with her.
"Do you have any races coming up?" I ask as the pavement passes beneath our feet.
"I do actually. A trail race even." She gives me a playful smile. Mrs. Bishop has always swore that she would never do a trail race.
"What? Which one?" I ask excitedly. Me and the rest of the team have been trying to get her to try one for nearly a year.
"It's at Lake Anna at the end of the month."
"Oh yeah. I heard about that race. I've never done it, but it's supposed to be a good one. Which distance are you doing?"
"The 25K. I want to start small for my first one." She winks at me. "In case I hate it."
I laugh and shake my head. "You're not going to hate it!" We run a little further. "Are you running with anyone?"
She looks over at me. "Nope. Just me."
"I'll do it with you if you want?" I offer, excited at the fact of going away to a race with her. "We can train on Sundays!" I add.
"Oh, I don't know." She hesitates, and I can see the thoughts going through her head.
"Come on, Mrs. Bishop! Please? That way, we can run together on Sundays, and if anyone sees us, we have a legit excuse to be seen together." I look at her with pleading eyes.