I'd like to thank Phil Anderer, Julia Rivers Writes, and Amber Embers for editing help. Any mistakes, mispealings, tense, or punctuation errors remaining are my own. All characters are over 18, yadda yadda. Usual disclaimers and caveats apply.
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1979ish, Susan - my favorite high school teacher - had slightly graying, curly strawberry blonde hair halfway down her back, almost always in a ponytail; she wasn't vain enough to dye it. Her ice blue eyes could see right through you. The laugh lines on her face made her even more attractive to me, and spoke of experience and knowledge I wanted to share. She was small-bosomed, her breasts were barely large enough to fill each hand, still, her nipples were high and perky.
I had a really difficult time concentrating on my science projects when she 'forgot' to wear a bra on a cold day. Gotdamn, those nipples could cut diamond. Drifting my gaze lower, her waist narrowed, then widened to fertility goddess hips that were supported on slender, shapely legs with a gap between her thighs. Her tight jeans showed off every curve, and sometimes the shape of her pussy.
It was maddening to a young 18-year-old horndog, yet to have his virginity taken. We were about the same height, a fraction short of six feet. My hair was long, dark brown, and got bleached to gold and red in the sun. My eyes were so dark brown they were close to black, with tiny golden flecks speckled throughout my irises.
She was also damn near married to Terry - a slightly shorter, butch looking woman, and another of our teachers, who was also the vice Principal. They tried to hide it, but I could tell they loved each other from the subtle looks they'd give one another in passing. I hated that they had to hide who they were, and just pretend to be roommates. I hoped they had a beautiful wedding when it finally became legal.
I liked to stretch my limbs a lot in my last year of high school, that I would cut short, to relax from the stress of trying to learn algebra. Because fuck algebra. Nobody could explain it to me in a way I could understand. I knew I'd never know how quadratic equations worked, unless someone could tell me what the hell it could be used for. At eighteen, and still in high school, it was frustrating. I wouldn't graduate without knowing algebra, damnit. My mind didn't work like that. I got straight A's in physics, chemistry, and biology classes though, the math there made sense and was applicable to something, especially the metric units that made fucking sense for science.
One lunch period, I snuck into the performance hall to stretch before eating. I was on the floor, resting my head on my legs, bent completely in half. I heard a soft rustle, and without looking directly, could tell Susan was watching. I slowly swept one leg out in a circle and pointed it backwards. I heard a soft intake of breath. Slowly, I swept my other leg around, and lay face down. Arching my back carefully and lifting my torso, I clenched my ass, flexing my entire body. I arched backward with my arms straight, then lay down. Bending at the waist, I slowly walked my hands backwards until my feet and hands were flat on the floor, gently stood up straight, and softly walked to the exit. I smiled to myself, aware that Susan was breathing a little harder than when she came in.
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Later, I was betting some guys, who didn't know me well, that I could kick past the top of the door frame I was standing in. They all argued, "No way."
"Put up or shut up." I grinned. They started pulling out cash, making a small pile. Susan came along just then and asked what was going on. I explained the bet, but that now they didn't want to go through with it, as I only had $5 against their pile.
She deliberately bent over in front of me, showing off her curvy ass to me, and scooped up the guys's cash, then counted it out.
"$65," she said, piercing me with those ice blue eyes. "I think I can cover it." I was still replaying her bending over in front of me in my mind's eye, trying not to get an erection.
She faced the other guys and slowly dug into her back pocket. I swear she was putting on a show for me. I learned at that moment how to observe closely, through my peripheral vision, while keeping my eyes high and looking at the back of her head, or my opponent's eyes.. She pulled out $60, took my $5, and stood aside, smiling at me. It gave me a lovely side view of her curvy ass, and holy shit, she 'forgot' her bra again. Her nipples were rampantly erect and poking the thin cotton of her shirt.
The guys couldn't keep their eyes off them, but I kept my eyes locked on hers, still enjoying the show. Susan asked me how high I could kick. I snapped one leg up and held it there, almost reaching the top of the door casing. Her eyes widened, not believing it. The guys were saying random curses, as Susan took a step towards me and handed me all the cash.
She smiled as she brushed past me, grazing the side of my chest with her hard nipples, and making me shiver a little. Putting my foot back on the floor, I headed for the gym. Since it was lunch time, nobody was there, and it was locked up. I made extra credits helping the custodian with cleaning and maintenance, so I had keys to everything. I let myself in, locked the door behind me, and went to the shower. I needed to cool off and let out some pent-up frustration.
Letting the shower drench my back and long multicolored hair, I faced the opposite wall, slow stroking, my precum leaking profusely, making me super slick. Tickling that sensitive spot between my balls with my other hand, I started to shake a little.
I saw Susan out of the corner of my eye and smiled wider, remembering the way she'd bent over in front of me, only imagining her naked, showing off her wet, dripping pussy. Imagining it was her pussy around my cock, and not my hand. I saw her hand move towards her crotch and slowly stroke herself.
That was it. I exploded, the first spurt splatting audibly against the opposite wall about eight feet away, echoing, the sound mixing with a barely heard gasp. The remaining spurts falling shorter and shorter away until I was dribbling. Shaking with relief I leaned back and caught her retreating, curvy ass swaying back and forth. Dedicating a part of my mind, I added this moment to my permanent spank bank for when I needed it. I cleaned my mess up and left to eat something quick before my next class.
After dropping out, I took the equivalency test, and California rewarded me with the right to say I graduated high school and not lie. It was a ridiculously easy test that didn't have any algebra, thank the gods. If you could balance a checkbook, you could pass that test. I finished first, and had to wait until time was up.
I couldn't find gainful employment that didn't pay a ridiculously low minimum wage, so I worked some of those crappy jobs, got a very used pickup truck, invested in some tools, and advertised myself in the cheap papers as a handyman.
I kept building on my skills over the months, and one summer day landed a nice landscaping job near my old high school. I went to a Chinese place I remembered fondly for lunch. I was starving and asked for the sweet and sour chicken.
Then I heard Susan. Looking up, I had passed right by her and Terry, not seeing them in my hunger. They both waved me over, and Susan said, "Sit with us." I sat and felt Susan's thigh rest against mine as she smiled at me. I loved the way her eyes crinkled up when her smile was genuine and grinned widely back.
"David, what brings you back to the old neighborhood? Stalking anyone?" Terry asked, grinning at Susan.
Susan swatted at Terry playfully, but she was too slow, and Terry dodged easily, giggling at her. Susan rubbed her leg against mine a little more and casually, without looking, slowly reached over, and confirmed I was harder than I was in the shower scene she'd witnessed.
