The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This is a story about a man who tries to deal with his inappropriate desires and a young woman who wants to give him what he needs. The plot has elements of several categories, but the main one is "reluctance" so I placed it here. Remember, the story is FICTION and just a FANTASY so just have fun reading. -- xoxo Daphne
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Never in my many years of teaching did I expect to have a student quite like Deborah (she went by 'Dabbs' for short). She came through the school during the early part of my career as a high school history teacher, and over the years I saw her grow up from a cute girl into a beautiful young lady.
Dabbs was always a good student. She loved history and was very attentive in class. She was also a lot of fun. Spontaneous, flirty, and a bit of a thrill seeker, you never knew quite what to expect from her.
Dabbs had gorgeous blue-gray eyes, long light brown hair, and a slightly naughty smile. She was never shy, and always spoke her mind in the most matter-of-fact way possible. Her voice was very cute, authoritative, sometimes sassy, and she had a slight southern accent that was incredibly endearing.
After Dabbs graduated, she fell off my radar for a while. In fact, it was her that made contact again many years later. Now in her mid-20s, Dabbs had gotten her education degree and was teaching at a nearby high school. Over the span of the next several months, we met for lunch or coffee and got to know each other really well as adults. We talked about everything from family and career to philosophy and experiences.
To be more specific, sexual experiences.
Apparently, Dabbs had been rather physical in high school, something I suspected at the time but didn't know for sure. She was always careful and safe, but had a very open mind about having sexual experiences and didn't have any issues with casual hookups.
It felt surreal to hear a former student of mine candidly tell me about the time she fucked discretely in a dark movie theatre, and describe various encounters in the back seats of cars. She admitted she loved being spanked, giving blowjobs, and being lightly choked while fucking.
What really grabbed my attention though, was when she admitted to having a thing for older men. She wasn't flirting with me at the time...at least I didn't think so. She was just nonchalantly mentioning a particular kink of hers.
What Dabbs didn't know, was that I had been fantasizing about fucking her for months now, and I was feeling guilty about it.
Really guilty.
First, as a former student, I had known Dabbs since she was 14 years old. It just didn't seem right to be lusting after someone I used to teach, even now that she was all grown up and in the same profession as me.
What seemed even more inappropriate, however, was the age gap. At 24, Dabbs was literally half my age. I tried very hard to think of her as a student who was off limits, but all I could picture in my mind was Dabbs on her knees looking up at me with her beautiful eyes as she sucked my cock dry. I felt so ashamed for having these thoughts and promised myself I would never act on them.
So, as I've done pretty much most of my life, I became the "sweet friend" of a gorgeous girl who fucked other people.
As both of us were teachers, Dabbs and I would travel in the summer as friends and had some wonderful trips together. England, France, Austria, we had a marvelous time everywhere we went, seeing new places and trying new things.
It was when we were in Germany, however, where things between Dabbs and I got a bit more...complicated.
We were enjoying a wonderful day in one of Munich's outdoor beer gardens, just talking and having what Germans call "ein mass" (essentially a liter of beer in a clear mug). Dabbs was very capable of downing several liters and only getting a little tipsy. After one or two though, her inhibitions lowered, and she began to talk about things we wouldn't normally discuss.
Unlike Dabbs, my tolerance for German beer was pretty low, so I began to admit things I'd normally never tell anyone.
...and it all started with a question.
"Do you not like your drink?" Dabbs asked, noticing I had only emptied about half of my mug as she was finishing her second liter.
"Oh, it's fine," I replied, "I just don't want to have too much."
Dabbs looked at me thoughtfully for a moment. "You're always so reserved and sensible. Have you never let yourself lose control before?"
"Not really," I shrugged.
"Never been smashed?" Dabbs pressed her question. "Never partied all night? Never had a wild sexual experience?"
"I've had sex before," I insisted.
"I imagine it would have been pretty vanilla, though," Dabbs wondered out loud.
"You'd be surprised," I said without thinking.
"Really?" Dabbs raised her eyebrows. "Like what?"
"You know, dirty talk, spanking, some handcuffs, some role playing."
"Well, okay then, I'm impressed," Dabbs took another sip of her drink.
"Well, it's not like doing it in a movie theatre," I countered.
My former student cocked her head to one side and smiled slyly. "So when was the last time you fucked someone?"
I thought for a moment. "About fifteen years ago."
Dabbs almost choked on her drink. "What!?!?"
Only after I said it did I realize how pathetic that made me sound.
"Are you serious? Why so long?" Dabbs asked, still a little taken back. "Lack of interest?"
"No," I replied, "more a lack of opportunity. It takes two people you know."
Dabbs smiled naughtily. "Sometimes three..."
I gave a slight laugh.
"Do you at least jerk off to get some relief?" Dabbs asked so casually that it caught me off guard.
"Oh sure," I replied.
"Well, that's good at least."
...and then...without thinking...I said it.
"Sometimes while I'm looking at your picture."
Dabbs eyes went wide in surprise, and she smiled.
"Really? Wow, I'm flattered," she almost seemed excited. "How long have you fantasized about me?"
I felt ashamed for admitting it. "For a while now, ever since you came back into my life."
Dabbs took my hand gently. "Why didn't you tell me?"
I started to well up. "It felt wrong to fantasize about you."
"Does is bother you that I used to be one of your students?"
"Actually, it's kinda hot," I answered, "and that's the problem. The idea really turned me on, and it made me feel unbelievably guilty about having those thoughts about you."
"So it's like the 'forbidden fruit' thing?" Dabbs asked as if she were a therapist talking to a patient.
"Yeah, I guess so," I said, really hoping I hadn't damaged our friendship by admitting to all this.
After an awkward silence that seemed to last forever, Dabbs looked directly at me with the most serious expression I'd ever seen her give anyone.
"Do you still want to fuck me?"
I probably shouldn't have said it, but Dabbs was someone I just couldn't lie to either.
"Yes," I confessed.
"Well okay then," Dabbs said matter-of-factly. "So, do you want to go to the hotel room?"
I blinked a few times, taking in what she had just said. Was she really going to go through with it?
"I...can't, Dabbs," I said experiencing the most torturous internal conflict of my life. "I want to, so badly, but it just isn't appropriate. You're a former student...I just can't."
"Are you worried about someone finding out?" Dabbs asked. "We're half a world away, no one would know if we went back to the hotel room and I sucked your dick."
I was so embarrassed when I noticed that Dabbs could see my rock hard cock through my trousers.
"I would know," I admitted, "and I couldn't live with myself."
Dabbs rolled her eyes in frustration.
"What I really need is for you to rape me so I don't have a choice," I said only half-joking.
Dabbs gave a slight laugh. "You're funny."
"Yeah," I replied with unbelievable sarcasm. "I'm freakin' hilarious."
My former student looked at me sympathetically. She could see how conflicted I was, and how much guilt I was experiencing.
"Come on," she said standing from the table, "let's go for a walk."
Dabbs and I spent the next few hours walking around Munich's English Garden and sightseeing, pretty much conversing about everything except what we really needed to talk about...my guilt-ridden desire to fuck her, and her willingness to let me do it.
We had a wonderful dinner that evening with some amazing Bavarian beer. Dabbs playfully made sure I finished my liter and then ordered a second one.
"Oh come on, live a little," Dabbs urged, "you can go to bed after dinner and sleep it off."
Afterwards, we walked back to the hotel together. Dabbs said good night to me in the lobby, giving me a sweet kiss on the cheek as I headed to my room.
I was so tired that I didn't even bother to change clothes, I just curled up on top of the bed and drifted off to sleep. The German beer made me sleep really deep as well...so much so that when I woke up in the middle of the night, I didn't immediately realize that I wasn't on my bed anymore.
"Wha- what the..." I stammered as my head began to clear a little. It was pitch black in the room, and I wasn't where I was supposed to be.
