My name is James. I am 18 years old, am in my final year of high school, but most importantly, I've been wanting to make love to my English teacher, Ms. Rosa.
It's something I've wanted since 10th grade, when I first had her as my teacher. I immediately saw her as a woman, as well as a teacher. It always amazed me that she never married, but I wasn't complaining. Her body was stunning, having an hour-glass figure, with big full breasts, and wide fertile hips. Her body practically screamed for a man to plant his seed. While that wasn't always in my thoughts, I did have fantasies of impregnating her, marking her as my woman forever. Having a blonde as beautiful as her on my arm, as my wife, would have been perfect. She was in her early thirties, but even that added to her refined beauty.
One of my classmates was her niece, Julia. While only 18 like me, she had a body almost as amazing as her aunt's. Long blonde hair in pigtails, and large breasts, she was so similar to her aunt, it was hard to believe she wasn't her daughter. While she lacked the wide fertile hips of her aunt, she was still stunning. She was head cheerleader, and half the guys at school had asked her out, but she rarely dated. While we were friendly to each other, I rarely considered dating her, as her aunt was my ultimate goal.
But back to the present. As I am in high school, there are usually dances and events that, while annoying, offer a chance for guys to impress the girls. It was spring, and the school was holding it`s annual spring dance on Friday night in the gym. It's Wednesday, and guys are still asking girls out. They are getting the bottom of the barrel, and some of the guys, myself among them, are going alone. I'm going alone because Mr. Rosa is going to be there, and I need this chance if I'm ever to win her over.
On Friday night, it was time. I got to the school around 7:45, 5 minutes early. When 7:50 came, we were let into the gym. I must admit, it did look good. As the theme was spring, there were plenty of flowers, and it gave a sense of calm and happiness, which was what I needed. At 8:00, the music actually started, and couples started dancing, while singles waited on the sidelines, enjoying the company of friends.
It was then I saw Ms. Rosa. She was wearing a gorgeous, gold-coloured, strapless dress. The dress hugged her body, displaying her curves, and driving me mad with desire. For 20 minutes I waited, searching for a way to talk to her, but then I saw Julia. She was on the sidelines, looking lonely. That was when I had an idea. I slowly walked up to Julia, appearing casual.
"Hello Julia" She looked up at me with sadness in her eyes. "Are you alright? I thought you had a date."
"Oh, we broke up. I caught him squeezing another girls ass."
"That's gotta bite. So you're just sitting here by yourself?"
"Yeah. I don't really know why I even came if I'm just going to sit here."
All the while, I was trying to appear as casual as possible, trying not to hint at any idea, or that I was using her.
"Well, I'm alone too. How 'bout a dance?"
She stared at me as though I had another head. She seemed suspicious, but then took me up on my offer.
When the music became slow, perfect for couples, we walked onto the dance floor, and began the dance. I held her close to me. She was slightly shorter than me, but that only proved a problem when I looked down. She was wearing a dress similar to her aunt's, but was pink instead of gold. The problem was it was low-cut, giving me an amazing view of her cleavage. I had to conceal my raging hard-on for this one dance, which seemed to last forever.
Once the slow music ended, I gave a respectful bow to her, and she returned.
"Thank you James. That made my day."
I smiled, but excused myself. I had to find Ms. Rosa, but I couldn't see her. Then I realized I was sweating, and decided to head to my locker for some extra body spray. I left the gym and headed for my locker on the second floor. I grabbed the can of body spray, gave myself a quick dose, and closed the locker when I saw Ms. Rosa. She motioned for me to follow her. She led me to her classroom, invited me in, and closed the door.
I was nervous, but managed to say in a calm voice, "Am I in trouble?"
She turned to me and smiled reassuringly. "Not at all. I just wanted to thank you for dancing with my niece. I can see that she was really happy because of it."
I relaxed, but it was then that I felt my hard-on returning. She went to her desk, and grabbed a piece of paper, and handed it to me. It was a blank test.
"It's a copy of the test in two weeks. I thought I might thank you this way. Don't tell anyone, else I might get in trouble. Again, thank you."
She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and walked to the door. It was then I lost control. I dropped the test, grabbed her wrists, spun her around and locked lips in a passionate kiss. At first she resisted, and struggled but she soon accepted it, even embracing it. When I finally broke it off she whispered into my ear,
"I guess this is a much better reward."
She led me to the back of the room, where no one could see us. She turned to me and stared at me.
