This is a fucking nightmare... I am supposed to concentrate during class, and here's this woman prancing around the room in a pencil skirt and stockings. My high school days had gone by without much trouble until a few weeks ago. I had a best buddy, there was a girl having the hots for me ... Good grades, et cetera
On the day our economy teacher Mr Stockton got "ill", we celebrated. Another one bites the dust. But little did I know...
Now I am in serious shit. From the moment his substitute, Miss Verval, walked through the door, I haven't been my usual self. Older women were never my thing, so it struck me by surprise to feel a boner straining in my pants when I first laid eyes on her.
My God, she must be at least, like 29 and here I'm sitting in class with a boner. Yuck I'm a perv, for sure!
When I signed up for Economics I thought it might come in handy, like when I get a management job somewhere in the far future. Or...eh well I don't know what I was thinking. but it turned out to be fucking boring. It's not a science, it's a a dogma. I see no future in this field what so ever. Obviously I am not motivated at all. But I am no quitter, and life is the proverbial bitch. If I work in class I can keep up. That is, in old man Stockton's class...
In the passed months I had to work to keep my grades at an acceptable level, but it is fucking hard now. Isn't there a dress code for aged women or something. Verval has turned me in a drooling pervert with her pencil skirts and her stockings that make your eyes travel upward along the seams. I should be jerking off over internet smut, or having wet dreams in which a cheerleader that happens to be interested in me is the lead character... Instead I dream about Verval, an older woman with a totally uncool career. She keeps turning me on. When she walks between the rows of seats, I hear the whizzing sound of her nylons rubbing together between her thighs. I can almost feel the warmth the nylons generate. In a deserted hallway I smell her perfume long after she left the premises. Obsessed... sexually obsessed...
My grade for Economics started slipping. When I wasn't looking at her I pictured us doing the dirty in every conceivable position and situation. In those moments I lived on a planet where note taking wasn't invented. And when our eyes met, I couldn't hear a single words because of the heartthrob in my ears... My brain had to shut down anyway, because of all the blood being relocated to "an other part of my physique".
I tried to hide that part as good as I could, but that turned out to be quite hard (bad pun). A boner isn't a problem as long as you can remain seated, hiding it standing is harder... And it must have been obvious that I stuttered and stammered when she asked me a question during class. I never had that problem before, as I normally was one of the most eloquent of my class...
The problems increased, as the grades for other subjects started dropping as well.
My buddy Rob did notice something was off. He started asking about my odd behavior. And as all my grades got lower, Ma and Pa started worrying, which caused my mother giving me a third degree.
"Jimmy, is something bugging you? Do you have problems at school... Is it girl trouble?"
"Yeah ma...I'm having the hots for my Economics teacher...She's about your age or something..."
"No ma...I'm am just sleeping badly lately..."
...cause I keep jerking off all night, fantasizing about her... you must have noticed the stains of my nocturnal activities... wet dreams..."
After weeks of tossing and turning I had to confide in someone. As a healthy 18 year old my nightly dreams are colored by my high-school daydreams. It's always hard to keep my mind on lessons and lectures, but lately... I have to find Rob somewhere to talk to, cause this is torture. He had noticed something, he gave me the WTF-look a few times. I gave him the same stories I gave my parents a couple of times, but I need to confide in someone. Maybe I'll find him on the lawn in front of the school...
Rob reaction wasn't very subtle, what can you expect from an adolescent guy as middle of the road as Rob.
"What...??? You got to be kiddin' man"
"Yes I know...it's crazy...She's so hot"
"For Christ sake Jim, she's a teacher"
"Haven't you noticed how her ass wiggles when she walks by"
"No, maybe you haven't noticed, but I choose to sit in the first row... And even when I did, she's a teacher... Please!"
"Okay, but you must have seen these ultra-short skirts she's wearing...?
This is getting me no where, he doesn't get it
"...And then those stockings... when you see those you can almost feel them stroking your sides... When you see them covering her calves..."
"Look Jim, she's ancient, maybe my mother is wearing that shit, but you won"t catch me staring at her ass, let alone stroking my meat..."
"Rob, she's not ancient, my dad says she's only 26 or so ..."
"Wake up Jim, that is ancient!"
How am I going to get through to him...
"That makes her, what, 8 years our senior. That's the same age difference as my father and mother
"Your father is 8 years older than your mother not the other way around"
"Look, she's hot, and totally distracting, I bet she's wearing garters underneath her skirt..."
"..."
Rob looks at me totally stunned.
"Heh, heh...Finally you stop judging me and listening..."
"Yes, but what you just said is sort of hot... Even I could get a boner over that mental picture... I haven't noticed her being dressed so sexy, but as I said, I don't see much because she's mostly in the back of the class, shaking her ass for you."
"If I can prove her taste in underwear, will you then take my problem serious?"
"Okay, okay... Now you've got my undivided attention... How do you plan to go about that?"
