During my Junior year of high school, I had a English teacher named Ms. Lord. She was a 42 year old divorcee who came off a little cold at first but eventually began to open up. At first, I didn't even like her all that much, but by the end of my Junior year, I thought she was one of my better teachers, and we got along pretty well.
When I visited my counselor my Senior year of high school, she told me that I needed to pick one more elective in order to graduate on time. I had taken most of the electives I wanted to like photo class and computers, so she told me I could be a teachers aid. The only open period I had for the elective was 6th period of my second semester that year, so I asked a few teachers about there availability and if that needed an aid. Most my original preferences were booked or unable for whatever reason, and so while not my first choice, I ended up asking Ms. Lord and it worked out perfectly.
Being an aid was kinda boring but it was easy. Since it was English class, all I could really do was grade homework and some tests, but not much else since most the work that needed grading were papers or essays, and only Ms. Lord could grade those, naturally. Since I didn't have much to do, I usually would grade or do errands for like a half an hour and then do my homework until I could go home. In the beginning, when I first began to aid for Ms. Lord, we would make small talk, but not much. Yet for some reason, after I turned 18 that semester during February, Ms. Lord began to open up a bit more. She talked more about her 2 kids and divorce and such, and the conversation became more like that between two adults, than between a kid and an adult.
Like any kid in high school, I had a small crush on a few of my teachers, but Ms. Lord was never really one of them. Yet, that last semester, being her aid, that changed. Although she didn't look necessarily younger than her age, she did look good for a middle aged woman. She had shoulder length brown hair, very nice greenish blue eyes, and remarkable skin for someone her age. She wasn't skinny or slender, but she was definitely not fat or chubby either. She had a full figured body of a woman, with a average sized waste, somewhat thick thighs, and busty on top. Lastly, her white skin wasn't pale, but wasn't really tanned either, and she had attractive facial features. All and all, you could say she was kind of a MILF, even though she dressed rather modest in mostly assorted tops, skirts and jeans.
Anyways, back to the story. As the semester went on, the more time I spent with Ms. Lord, the more attracted to her I became. I even began to fantasize about her on occasion and remember jacking off a few times to thoughts of her after school. I even began to chum up to her more, and she would reciprocate back. Eventually, we would talk to each other more like friends than teacher and pupil, but we never really went into a very adult conversation, until one day.
It all started in a rather strange way. I was grading papers, but not paying attention to it much. My mind must have wondered off in the middle of it, and by the time I noticed I had completely zoned out, I realized I was looking straight at Ms. Lord's breast across from me. I caught myself and looked up at her face, only to see her smile at me, with me realizing I think she knew what I was looking at. She then laughed, and told me that it was okay. I stumbled to explain that I was just zoning out, but she didn't mind, saying that she's been teaching high schoolers for a while and I was hardly the first to stare at her chest. She then walked up the desk I was in, and bent over towards me, revealing her cleavage and allowing me to look down her shirt at her white bra. She joked how her guy students wait all year for a peak like the one she gave me, then she got up, walked to her desk, and laughed some more.
