This is a work of fiction and all characters are fictional. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is completely coincidental.
This story contains some very mild watersports. If this offends please do not read.
British English terminology is used throughout. If you are unable or unwilling to deal with this, please avoid reading.
Prologue
I was sat with my wife, Jen and Howard Franks. Howard's wife, Pauline had just died and we were mourning her passing. Pauline Franks was the most influential person of my life and the person that probably made me the man I am today. In my early years she was my friend, my confidant and, for many years, my lover. This is the story of how we first got together, when she was Mrs Griffiths, my biology teacher.
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Pauline Griffiths was a tall athletic woman with a face that shouted sexuality. She was in her mid-thirties and was one of the most beautiful women I'd ever come across in person. She had long wavy brown hair, pinned back away from her face, revealing emerald green eyes that were like lasers when she looked at you intently. I had witnessed those green eyes on a couple of occasions when I'd been late handing in my A level biology essays. Her features were almost perfect and her lips were full and she always wore red lipstick. I regularly found myself fantasising about her and was always keen to engage her in conversation if we happened to bump into each other outside of class. Now and again we lunched together, mostly with others, but on one occasion just the two of us, but always in public view. I was always comfortable around her and was happy to talk about subjects other than biology.
Today Mrs Griffiths was wearing a typical grey skirt suit and blouse, with her jacket, as usual, on the back of her chair. The skirt was tailored, accentuating the flatness of her stomach, the curve of her hips as well as hinting at the power in her upper legs. The hem of her skirt finished just above the knees showing her legs sheathed in dark sheer tights, or hopefully stockings. Her blouse was tight fitting which tended to push her breasts together and up giving the impression that she was always pushing her chest out.
"... Johnson. Andrew Johnson!"
"Yes Mrs Griffiths." I replied suddenly coming out of my trance.
"What did I just say, Andrew?" Mrs Griffiths asked.
"Sorry. I was thinking of something else," I answered, wondering what I'd missed.
Mrs Griffiths stood up and walked towards my desk, "Would you care to elaborate?"
"Not really."
"Well if you don't want to share your private thoughts with the class, I suggest you have them away from the classroom." She said this with a slightly sarcastic smile on her face. There was a rumble of a giggle around the rest of the students.
Mrs Griffiths returned her attention to the whole class, "For Mr Johnson's benefit, please make sure I receive your Genetics coursework immediately after the break for Easter. I'll expect to receive it during the first lesson after the break. For anyone that has any final questions please speak to me before the end of the day. Do have some time for yourselves over the break and I'll see you next term."
The class mumbled their goodbyes as everyone got up to leave. I also got up and was about to turn towards the door when, from behind me I heard.
"Andrew. Do you have a minute please?"
I turned and was a little surprised to see a soft smiling face looking in my direction. "Yes, Mrs Griffiths." I replied.
"Can I have a word with you for a minute?" Then patting the seat in front of her she said, "Come and sit down for a minute, I want to talk to you about your last Genetics paper."
My head dropped as I approached the chair.
Mrs Griffiths suddenly laughed and said, "There's no need to be worried, I was going to congratulate you on one of the best papers I've seen for many years."
I looked up at her to see her face with a broad smile. I felt a little shocked at the revelation of my apparent success, as I never felt Genetics was one of my stronger points.
"Please sit down for a moment Andrew, I won't keep you long." She again pointed to a seat just in front of hers.
I sat down facing her chair and she took her seat and as she did she crossed her legs and I caught the briefest of glimpses of her stocking tops and a flash of milky flesh. Within a moment I became embarrassed and I felt my face flushed.
"Are you alright?" She asked with what looked like a barely disguised smirk on her face.
"I'm alright Mrs Griffiths." I replied.
"What plans do you have for the holiday?" she asked.
"I haven't really thought. I will probably just take a break from school and just relax for a couple of weeks."
Mrs Griffiths seemed to ponder my answer and then said, "With such a good paper on Genetics I think it would be really beneficial if you tried to keep studying over the holidays."
I frowned a little, and looked at her questioningly.
She continued, "I don't mean work as hard as you obviously have been. I mean just keep yourself ticking over."
"It's a little difficult with school closed. I wouldn't be sure what to concentrate on." I said, still wondering where this was going.
"How would you feel if I said I'd be happy to spend some time with you, helping you study during the holiday?"
I considered her offer and it suddenly dawned on me that I might have the opportunity to spend some time alone with Mrs Griffiths. I had imagined just that in many a session at home in bed. I looked up at her and saw a warm smile on her face and my mind began to race before reality seemed to kick in and I considered the opportunity of increasing my chances of a good result.
Eventually I needed to consider the practicalities. "What are you thinking of Mrs Griffiths?"
"What I was thinking was that I don't mind giving up a couple of hours on a couple of days each week just to look more in-depth into Genetics. You seem to have a really good understanding of the subject." She was smiling at me and waited for me to take in her offer.
"That doesn't seem too bad," I replied. "How will I get into school? Won't it be locked up?" I then asked.
"The school will be closed," she confirmed. "But if you don't mind, you could come over to my place and I could help you study there. Only if you want to though."
I started thinking with a part of my body below the waist again before becoming realistic and deciding whether I wanted to spend my break studying for some of the time. Ultimately I considered that you only get one real chance at an education.
"Ok." I replied.
Retaining her warm smile, she said, "Why don't you enjoy the weekend off and come and see me next Tuesday?"
"But I don't know where you live Mrs Griffiths."
She gave a little chuckle and then leaned over to her desk. As she did she gave me another glimpse of her thigh. I must have been staring, because as I looked back up I met her gaze with her eyebrows raised and a questioning expression on her face.
She smiled and said, "I'll take that as a compliment."
"Sorry Mrs Griffiths. I wasn't thinking."
"No need to worry Andrew. Why don't you come to this address," she said offering me a piece of paper, "at 10am on Tuesday. If you like I don't mind doing a bit of lunch before you go."
I looked at the paper and it had her address and her phone number. I looked back at her and she smiled broadly.
Then her expression became serious. Then she said, "I don't need to tell you to treat that with confidence."
"Of course Mrs Griffiths, I'll see you on Tuesday morning." I said as I got up.
"I look forward to it Andrew." Then with the smile appearing on her face again, she said, "Now off you go and enjoy the weekend."
I turned and headed for the door. As I went through the door I turned and shouted, "Have a good weekend Mrs Griffiths".
As I headed down the corridor I heard a faint, "Bye Andrew".
I spent the rest of the day fantasising about Mrs Griffiths. I imagined numerous scenarios where we ended up having sex. It was so bad that by the end of the final lesson of the day I had to cover my crotch to hide my erection. The end of the day eventually arrived allowing me to leave school to enjoy the weekend and fantasise in the privacy of my bedroom.
Tuesday morning came and I was up early. I checked that I had Mrs Griffiths' address. I'd spent Sunday afternoon and evening completing the assignment for the whole of the holiday. I showered, dressed and had breakfast. I got my books together and I headed out. I took the bus and in about 40 minutes I was standing outside of Mrs Griffiths' house.
It was a fairly new house on a new development. I headed up the drive and got to the front door. I rang the doorbell and waited.
After about a minute I saw movement through the door and then the door opened and Mrs Griffiths stood smiling at me.
"Hello Andrew, it's good to see you. Come on in."
She stood aside and beckoned me in. She guided me down through the house and into the kitchen diner at the rear of the house.
"Why don't you sit at the table," she said pointing to the dining table.
I went and sat down saying, "Thanks," as I did.
"Would you like a drink?" She asked.
"Yes please." I answered.