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I was in shock.
I was lying on the floor, next to a beautiful 18 year old girl.
The girl was a high school student of mine.
I had just fucked her.
In the classroom where I had worked for the past 17 years and continued to work on a daily basis.
This was not good.
To be technically accurate, she pretty much had fucked me. I don't think any straight man alive could have turned her away the way she had launched herself at me... like a heat seeking missile aimed at the towering inferno. Still, I knew that there wasn't any ethics board in the country would accept that as an excuse. It sounded pretty lame to me too, but it was the truth. She had attacked me. It wasn't my fault at all.
Beth stirred next to me. Her long-eyelashes fluttered open. She moved hesitantly, like she didn't know where she was. She turned over towards me suddenly, surprise showing on her face as she noticed my body next to hers. Then her eyes met mine and her increasing panic stopped with recognition of me. Her expression softened and her now beautiful face blossomed into a wide smile.
"Oh, thank you." She wrapped her arms around me and pulled herself to me, snuggling against my chest. She giggled, "I think I might have passed out it was so incredible. It was just like how they say it is in all the books, except this was better".
"Beth, what we did... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have..."
Her hands grasped my limp member and started stroking it. She wiggled closer to me.
"No, no, no... don't. I wanted it".
She looked up into my eyes again. There was no recriminations, no shame. The girl who was so bashful a short time ago now acted completely different.
"Please", she breathed onto my chest, all the while happily smiling and snuggling against me, "please let's do that again".
I pushed her back and sat up. Her smile faltered and she looked stricken.
"But..." she began, "please.... Please don't. I'll do anything you want. Really".
In a lab accident a couple of weeks before, she had been exposed to a chemical cocktail of pheromones, hormones, and drugs that I had been experimenting with. I had been trying to make a love potion. It was pure fantasy on my part. I never thought it would work... it was just something for me to tinker with.
After her exposure to it though, she changed. In two weeks, she went from a skinny wallflower to a nubile beauty radiating sexuality. Such a change is totally unnatural. The only explanation I could think of was the potion. If her new body was a result of her exposure to it a few weeks ago... then couldn't her attraction to me be a result of it too? I mean, I'm not exactly a prize. I'm a 39 year old science teacher who embodies the term "nerd". My last pair of glasses had even been held together with tape. Yeah, we'd been friends for the past few years, but I had thought of her only as a friend, almost like a daughter.
Her recent transformation had affected me, a lot. I had tried to avoid thinking of her as a woman... tried to ignore her flirtations. That was, until push came to shove. When she really pushed the issue, I caved in under a second. I was such an ass.
What if her attraction to me had been caused by the potion? How long would the potion last? What would happen when it wore off? Would her body return to normal? Would she lose her attraction to me? What would she think about me having had sex with her when it wore off?
I couldn't tell her about the potion either. What if her feelings were genuine? My telling her that she felt this way because of a love potion experiment I was doing would have her thinking that I was crazy and a pervert.
I needed to run some experiments on the formula. I needed time.
Beth didn't want to give it to me. She was on her knees, moving towards me while she pulled her shirt and bra off over her head.
oh god.
She is so beautiful
, I thought. I could feel myself quaking in fear and desire. How could I turn that away. If I was a man, I wouldn't... I'd take her here and now again.... NO! Sleeping with a student, a student that looked to me for guidance and education was wrong. Especially if she was under the influence of a drug. Besides, anyone could stumble in here at any moment.
I grabbed my pants from the floor and held them between us.
"Beth, I need time to figure this all out. I shouldn't have done anything with you. I'm sorry. I do want you and I love what we did, but that doesn't make it right. Please... just give me some time".
Beth's smile was gone. Her watery eyes searched my face for any sign of acceptance. It broke my heart. I knew how fragile her ego was. I would never have wanted to hurt her... but letting this proceed further would cause her more harm down the road. I needed to find out if the potion was responsible and what its limits were.
I started to put on my pants. I couldn't look at her anymore.
"You do want me though, I can tell", she said slyly. I glanced up at the sudden change in her demeanor. Her face was flushed from a combination of her earlier orgasms and from tears going down her face. But her tone didn't match the tears. She was smiling again as she looked down at my hardened cock. She started to walk towards me again, her naked body swaying sexily with each step. I didn't see any trace of the awkward and self-conscious Beth that I knew in that walk.
She was totally right, of course. I knew that if I stayed where I was, that she'd start to try and kiss me again. We both knew that I really did want her. I wanted her more than anything I've ever had in my life and that I'd give in to her advances in less than a heartbeat.
So... I ran. Yup. The big wimp-boy, the 39 year old guy scared of an 18 year old girl. I'm definitely not proud about it. I'm sure that any guy seeing such a scene would be laughing at me.
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I called in sick the next day. I needed to recreate that chemical cocktail that had accidently affected Beth so severely, but I had destroyed my stock of it after Beth's exposure. As luck would have it, some of the cocktail had saturated Beth's flag-girl flag and it had fallen behind my lab counter during the incident. I absolutely needed to retrieve it. I just couldn't face Beth right now though.
The next day, I went into school. Beth gave me distance. She was seated back where she used to sit in my class before the potion incident, off to the back and to the side... where no one would normally notice her. Except, they did now. The boys in the class had changed their seats to be around her. They saw a single beautiful girl who wasn't surrounded by a protective ring of girlfriends and they were moving in to attack.
Part of me wanted to give her advice. She needed to learn some protective measures, learn about the lies some guys tell. I was never the most suave type of guy, but I knew some of the things that guys say... the tactics they willingly use to try and take advantage of women. Beth had always been so socially outcast that she wouldn't have learned about those things. She was too innocent, too naive. Or so I thought at the time.
She didn't come by at lunchtime to feed the animals or stop after school either. I missed her presence at lunch, she rarely missed sharing it with me in the past, but I knew it was for the best.
I started setting up my experiment again, using a backed up copy of my notes. I grimaced. It was going to take awhile. I had spent months trying to synthesize pheromones, hormones... acquiring drugs, etc. After Beth's incident, I had destroyed so much of my work. I'd need to invest a lot of time in the near future. At least I had the flag with its remnants of potion soaked into it. That made things infinitely easier.
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And so it went for about a week. I missed speaking to Beth... I don't have many friends and even though she was a high school student, she had surprising depth. She hid it, much like she hid her sense of humor... but every now and then, she'd let it leak out in front of me.
I'd glance at her in class or in the halls and she seemed popular now, surrounded by boys and girls. High school never changes... beauty equals popularity. She still seemed reserved, with her quiet voice and demeanor... but she was definitely much more confident. She no longer hid her face behind her hair. She smiled and laughed more easily. I was happy for her. She didn't treat me badly, or even ignore me. It was more that she simply gave me space. She didn't make me feel awkward about our experience at all. I have to admit, there was a niggling little part of me that had worried about her blackmailing me, or her saying the wrong thing to a parent or other teacher... but she seemed to be handling it better than I.
If her new body was the result of the potion, it didn't seem to be reverting back to it's old skinny frame. Her body was still as ripe as it was when I saw it in all its glory. Some of the other teachers were commentating on her body too. Apparently, the rest of the male faculty were more than a little attracted to her, as well as one of the female teachers. I just kept my mouth shut. I wondered if she would still be interested in me after she graduated in a few months.
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