No sexual thoughts or activity in under 18 year olds is mentioned.
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I still recall the day of my wedding. It was 7 years ago. I was 21, and Sean was 27. I met him at a party my friend organized. He sat by himself and looked like he did not belong there. I noticed him staring in my direction several times. He was redheaded and handsome. Once our eyes met, and he smiled at me. I smiled back. Later I almost forgot about him and chatted with a couple of friends. Then I went to the bathroom. I passed by his seat, and he stopped me, "Lady, you are very pretty. If you are bored and care for company, give me a call. My name is Sean." Then he stuck a card in my palm and returned to his seat.
When I came back from the powder room, I asked David, our host, about Sean. He smiled, "I have known him for a few years now. He is a good guy and helped me in math, chemistry, and physics in college. He is somewhat introverted, very smart, and works as a nuclear physicist in Fermi Lab. He likes his job and rarely socialize."
At the time I was a junior at UIC and a good student in most subjects, but physics was not one of them. I was curious to meet a gifted physicist. Two weeks earlier I just separated from my boyfriend, so I decided to call. I dialed his number.
His voice sounded different on the phone, "Yes, who is it?"
"This is Ingrid."
"Sorry lady. I do not know any Ingrid. You probably called the wrong number."
"Are you Sean?"
"Yes."
"You gave me your card at David's party and asked me to call you."
"Oh, sorry. Yes, I remember. You were the pretty blonde who talked and smiled all evening. You have a nice voice. Can we meet somewhere and talk?"
"I can see you tomorrow afternoon at The Wormhole Coffee."
"Great. Is 5 pm OK?"
"I'll be there."
The Chicago traffic was a mess and I arrived 10 minutes late. Sean was sitting at a table for 2. He stood up, helped me to my seat, and then ordered our drinks. Coming straight from the university, I was dressed casually. Sean looked better than at the party. He had on khakis, nice white shirt, and a sports coat. He was clean shaven, and his red hair was combed neatly. When the drinks arrived, I asked him to tell me about himself.
He blushed, and his freckles became more prominent. He mumbled, "I am 27, the only son, and I work at Fermi lab in Batavia."
"I heard from David you are a nuclear physicist. Do you like your job?"
"I love it. I got interested in physics when I was a freshman in high school. Investigating the tiniest particles in the universe is very exciting. But enough about me. I wish to hear about you."
"I study at UIC, love romantic comedies, cooking, and painting, and plan to become a high school teacher when I am done."
"What would you like to teach?"
I grinned, "Not physics, for sure. Likely biology."
Sean seemed reserved, but very polite and nice. I liked his smile and shyness. He wasn't pushy, and I felt safe in his presence. We talked mostly about college life. When I was about to leave, he blurted, "Ingrid, I like you. May I see you again?"
We began dating, and I learned his life wasn't easy. His family was poor, and he had to work through high school and college to help his family. He was an excellent student and was accepted to Fermi Lab without much difficulty.
Going out with Sean was unusual. He preferred to stay at home, read books, or watch TV than be outdoors or go to the theater. The few times we gathered with my friends, he was quiet, and hardly participated in the discussion. By then I got used to Sean's introversion and learned to live with it.
Our sex life started slowly. He was 5'11", 180 pounds, with a nice body I liked to smell and touch. He first kissed me after 2 weeks. His kiss was clumsy, and it was obvious his experience was minimal. I initiated the first time he touched my body and our first sexual intercourse. Sex with him was mediocre and occurred less often than I liked, but I hoped in time he'd improve, so when he proposed to me, I accepted. The wedding was simple, with only about 50 guests, most of them from my side.
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During our first year together, both of us were very busy; Sean at the laboratory, and I at school. We rented a small apartment in Aurora near his workplace and bought cheap furniture from Ikea or rummage. We were able to save some money and elected to establish our careers before having children.
After receiving my BA majoring in biology, I spent 2 years and got a teaching certificate. Several months later, I got accepted as a biology teacher substitute at WVHS. During the summer vacation, 2 biology teachers quit (One retired, and the other moved to Montana), and I got the job I craved: A full-time biology teacher.
I worked hard to organize the lessons, to have enough references, and to know my students. It all paid off, and I was appreciated by my peers and students alike. The future in school looked bright.
However, at home the situation was different. Sean became busier and more obsessed with his research projects. His interest in spending time with me and having sex dwindled significantly. Unless I took the initiative, my husband didn't mention or show interest in intimacy. On average, we had intercourse once every 2-4 weeks, which left me frustrated. I tried to seduce him by wearing lingerie, sexting to his phone at work, performing a striptease for him, and even massaging him when he watched TV, but the success was minimal.
Initially I hoped his reduced libido was a result of his hard work and lack of experience, but the longer time passed, my frustration grew. I knew my appearance wasn't the issue; I hadn't changed much since our wedding. My face was still pretty (As he himself said when he first talked to me at the party), my long, dirty blonde hair was the same, and at 5'6" I weighed 135 pounds, like before. My D cup tits haven't shown noticeable sagging, and my hips weren't too fat.
On three different occasions I attempted to talk to Sean about needing more intimate times and sexual satisfaction, but he found excuses why it was unrealistic 'yet.'
As compensation for the lack of attention to me at home, I started looking for it in class. Like before, I showed up to school wearing 2 pieces that included a long sleeved blazer with a midi-style skirt. However, underneath I started having tight blouses that emphasized my ample bosom. Often, especially when I taught 12th graders, I pretended to be too hot and removed the blazer. I continued the lessons as if everything was as usual, but it was clear the students ogled my covered breasts. Some of the female students looked jealous, while the boys stared wide-eyed and sometimes became distracted. I never did it during exams, but other times I enjoyed the appreciative gazes.
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Toward the end of my 4th year as a teacher, everything at home was the same: Sean was busy with physics, and we had sex about once every 3 weeks. I still loved him, but I learned to take care of my physical needs using a Jack Rabbit.
Among the 12th graders at school, Grant and Nathan were by far the best students. They sat in the front row, followed everything I taught, and in every exam never got less than an A. Like other students, they frequently ogled my chest, but as long as they knew the material, I accepted it as a compliment.
A week before the end of the school year, during a break, both guys approached me and Grant said, "Mrs. Murphy, you are our best teacher. Three months ago we celebrated together our 18th birthday. I wanted to invite you to our birthday's party, but Nathan thought it was inappropriate to have a teacher there. However, now both of us got accepted to good schools: Nathan to Columbia and I to Princeton, and we thought to celebrate it with our favorite teacher. Will you come, please?"
I grinned, "Guys, I would love to celebrate with my best students their acceptance to Ivy league schools."
Grant said, "It will be a week after school is over, on Saturday evening, in my house. Do you want me to pick you up, or you drive?"
"It's better if I drive."
"Will your husband join you?"
"I don't think so. We'll likely be chatting about your future plans, and he will get bored."
Grant gave me his phone number and address, and asked me to arrive around 7 pm.
The last school day was memorable: I got flowers from the class, and small additional presents from individual students. I had tears in my eyes and congratulated everybody on their good efforts. Before leaving, Grant came to me and reminded me about the party at his home the following week.
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On that Saturday, I debated what to wear. It was with my former students; no longer in school. And it was a celebration they invited me as their favorite teacher! Well, I wished them to remember me for a long time, so I wore my rarely used short black dress. I bought it years earlier, but it still fit me perfectly. I gazed at myself in the mirror: The tops of my large boobs protruded nicely above my generous cleavage, my narrow waist was hugged by the thin material, and my shapely legs were clean shaven. The black 3" heel shoes made me sashay rather than walk... I added red lipstick and a touch of mascara and drove to Grant's house.
The big house was at the end of a street with an empty lot separating it from the nearest inhabited one. The house was surrounded by a tall bushy fence. I entered the driveway and glanced at the beautiful yard. It had a small flower garden, several fruit trees, a gazebo, and a 4 men's jacuzzi. I parked beside 2 other cars and rang the bell.
Grant opened the door and ogled me, "Teach, you look amazing." He let me inside, and I saw Nathan sitting in the living room. He stood up, stared at me up and down, and gasped, "Mrs. Murphy, you are gorgeous." I glanced at them too. They were dressed and combed flawlessly and looked like studs. Both were above 6 feet tall, with athletic bodies, and brownish hair. Nathan's was lighter in color, longer, and more curly.
