First off, I want to swear that I didn't do this on purpose. I never had any intention of finding out anything like this, ever! Being the youngest of four boys and considered the pretty little one, I didn't really get much information about girls. My elder brothers always told me that I'd be gay, so I didn't need to think anything about it.
Bullshit.
I've been thinking about girls for more than nine years, I'm eighteen now. Trust me, being the pretty one pays off. I had my first experience with a teacher and not too long ago.
Her name was Rayla Silman. She was a fucking knockout. She walked into the classroom and every boy in the room shut the hell up and paid attention...at least to her big breasts and tight ass. Silman was about five feet, nine inches. She had the firmest set of 40D's I'd ever seen or felt. She had long brown hair and eyes that seemed nearly black in faint light. I think that was her most striking feature, those eyes. She rarely got pissed and raised her voice even less frequently. But those eyes could tell you everything she wasn't allowed by law to say aloud. I knew when she was proud of my progress and I knew when she was restraining herself from wrapping her long fingers around my throat and squeezing the life out of me. I had fantasized about this woman for the past three years, since I started high school. Few boys ever passed her class; those that did were gay.
The very first time I saw her, I was standing in the halls, on my very first day, lost. My brothers had ditched me, telling me that I had to be a man starting then. I wasn't too freaked out, I mean it was the first day. What were they expecting? The halls were all but cleared and I was looking for a teacher or something to guide me.
Click. Click. Click.
As I turned around, I smelled apples and cinnamon. And I saw her. Her hair was pulled into a long ponytail and she wore a pair of thin glasses that set off those incredible eyes. She was wearing a long green skirt and snug dark blue blouse with long sleeves. The clicking was from the modest pair of black heels she had on. She had an hourglass figure, hips a bit thicker than her waist. Light brown skin, plump lips... She was known around campus as 'Hot Coco'. It was one of the corniest things I'd ever heard. One reason she was so interesting to me was because she was so young for a teacher. In fact I'd never really been interested in black women before her.
I was certain that I was beet red in the face by the time I forced my eyes to hers. I don't know how long I'd been staring at her body but she didn't seem upset.
"Are you lost?" she asked.
Unable to speak, I just nodded. She smiled at me and I felt a bit more comfortable.
"Is that your schedule in your hand?"
Again I nodded and held it out to her. She took it from me and looked it over for a moment.
"Okay, this isn't so bad. Come with me, your first class is just this way," she said leading me down one of the many halls.
I followed like a little lost puppy. I realize now, I kind of was one.
The first free time that I had that day I ran to the bathroom to rid myself of the prominent erection that had plagues me so badly. Maybe that was why from that point on I listened carefully every time I heard her name mentioned. I knew that she spent most of her time home alone. I knew that she wasn't really the outgoing type. She was an English major and very dedicated to her work as a teacher. It was not something that she'd always wanted to do, but it was something that she'd come to enjoy. I knew that every male member of the staff and some female that had come onto her had been quickly, if politely, shot down. She drove a small, but stylish Ford Fusion?, but rumors had it that she also drove a hot little Benz on the weekends. I didn't believe it. I didn't think that she was capable of that sort of stuff until one day I found her in the computer lab, talking to a friend.
"There's a party, tonight. Chris is hosting, wanna come, Ray?"
"I don't think I should..."
"That many pressing papers to grade? Come on, everyone thinks that you've dropped off the face of the planet. Give the kids the weekend off. Paul really wants to hook up with you."
"I'm not sure. The kids could use the break. We start Shakespeare next week. Paul is not really my type."
"He's hot, stable income, low drama...Paul's your match. You used to have so much fun, what happened to you?"
"Nothing, I'm still the same person."
"Oh, no you're not! Where is that wild girl that went out after graduation to make that amateur video?"
"Shut up, Jess! There are still students in the building. What if someone heard you? Besides its things like that that keep me from trying to give these guys the time of day."
"Suit yourself."
Silman, in a porno? Yeah, right! But I was curious. So I went online. I knew that she was only twenty-three, so I figured the year that she would have graduated. Then I searched for any amateur porn put out within those two years. After about three weeks of constant research, I found it. It was one of those where they get a bunch of girls and record them playing with themselves. She was the hottest thing on the video as far as I could see. She shaved for the part, she was covered in baby oil...
I never let my brothers see it. They would've killed me if they knew that I had live video of her naked and horny. She was my best kept secret.
I made sure that I was the best in every English class I took. She was an Honor class teacher by the time I took her class. The only way to get in was to be recommended by other teachers that thought you could handle the course load. And that was a lot. She was a great teacher, she only wanted the best of the best. So I had forgone sports, extracurricular clubs that didn't emphasize on English or reading, anything that would have taken from my performance in her eyes.
Finally, in my senior year, I was accepted into her class. I had paid a hefty price. I had gone from a lanky, skinny kid to a pretty well made guy. I was never bulky; I liked to swim. That kept the muscle mass to a minimum. I wasn't weak, I'd had to prove this a few times. By my senior year, I'd gotten into my share of fights. But when people think that you're a fag, they still try to give you a hard time. All of my brothers had been football and lacrosse players. I was the swimmer, chess player, debate club member, book club member, computer club president, actor. My mom was proud...
The day I lost my virginity to the woman of my dreams was actually one of the worst days of my life. I was late for school; the freaking bus broke down. I left my homework on my desk at home; I was up late proofreading it. I had lost my student ID in the cafeteria while trying to get my lunch. And I had a detention with the prick captain of the football team since he fucked with me over his girlfriend who happened to have a growing crush on me. Seems she likes men that treat her decently. Silman was really upset that I'd left my paper at home, but the funny part was, that since it had never happened before, she forgave it and let me turn it in the next day.
I was walking out of her class, my last class of the day, when out of nowhere the prick punches me across the jaw. The fight got a lot of attention and soon we were being dragged apart by school security. I just knew that we were going to jail; security usually means jail. But before I could get too paranoid, I heard a soft voice telling security to bring us into the classroom and close the door.
"Miss Silman, we have to take them in. They used excessive force against each other and no one seems to know who started it. We're supposed to make sure that their parents know about it."
"I know, but this one is one of my own students. I can assure you that it is very rare for him to start these things. You know how these kids can get along now. They see differences that they don't understand and they want to make a mountain out of a molehill. Don't you have a detention this afternoon, Skyler?" she asked me.
"Yes."
"Well, then he can serve it here. I've got plenty of papers to grade, he's really not a problem student. The other you can take to Coach Tanzer. Do you all really want to take them all the way down to the precinct over a scuffle? They both don't seem to have suffered any damage."
I was only more pissed. She was my favorite teacher and she was making it seem like I'd been bitten by a mosquito, instead of slugged in the face. But it worked. Security agreed and carted the asshole out and left me there. Before I could say a word, I was surrounded by that smell of apples and cinnamon. Gently, one manicured hand stroked my jawbone up to the side to get a better look.
"Well, it's going to bruise. Stay right here and I'll bring some ice to put on it," she said as she left the room.
Now I had fantasized about this a lot. But the day had been just so shitty that I didn't allow any of that to penetrate my brain. I was alone in her classroom, after hours. She was even concerned about me; she'd saved me from going to jail and had just run off to bring ice for my swelling face. She reappeared and had me sit at one of the desks. Very carefully, she took the pack and placed it to my face.
"Here you go, just hold it there. Are you okay?" she asked.
I nodded still pissed over the stinging in my face.
"Skyler, I know that you've had a pretty hard time since you started here. But from what I've heard you've still managed to be an outstanding student. You'll have quite the list of accomplishments to put on your college applications. I don't want to see you throw away your talents. You're a brilliant writer, you just need a bit of fine tuning. I hope that you really did just leave your paper at home. I'd hate to think you'd lie to me," she said meaningfully.
"It's on my desk at home. I spent a lot of time on it."
"That's good. How does it feel?"
"Its okay."
"Good."
With that she moved over to her desk and began pouring over papers. It was really hard not to stare at her breasts every time she breathed or moved. Her short-sleeved white blouse was just a bit too tight on her chest and looked ready to rip open at every movement. She also wore a pair of khaki Capri's and flat loafers. While at her desk she removed the glasses and pulled her hair free from the ponytail. Long brown locks fell over her shoulders and back like a cascade of water. I couldn't breathe. I let out a small coughing spell, forcing my head to the desk.
"Skyler? Are you okay?"
