1. Hot For Teacher


    Date: 11/30/2016, Categories: Fiction Blowjob Male/Teen Female School Author: Amy Weekes, Source: sexstories.com

    “Amy.” He calls to me across the hallway. “Yes?” I cock my head to the side, wondering why a teacher I had last year wanted to talk to me. “I need to talk to you.” His face turned to a concerned expression. “Uh.. okay? Does after school work?” I questioned. He nodded his head and let me go on to my class. What was that all about? A teacher that I don’t have anymore wanting to talk to me? What could I have done? My heart started to thump faster as I sat down in my psychology class. He was my favorite teacher, and I had a really big crush on him. Like, it was huge. Anytime I would be in his class, I would get so nervous. And it seemed like he liked me too, as he would wink at me from time to time and sometimes we would talk after school or during lunch. He always made a point to smile at me during class, when to the others, he just looked at them. One time, he even changed his class plans to go over my favorite art style, just for me! Honestly though, I could just be crazy. He was married, and had two kids. I don’t know why he wanted to talk to me though… At the end of the day, I started to head to his classroom. It wasn’t hard to get there, since my last hour is about 2 doors down from his room. I started to become nervous, what could I have done? As I walked in, the last person from his last class was packing up. Usually my teacher has a line out the door of people wanting to talk to him about grades and stuff, but it was a Friday, so no one was there. He looked up from his ...
    ... grading as he saw me walk into the door. He took off his reading glasses and flashed me a smile. “Sit down.” He instructed. I grabbed a chair and moved it over to his desk, “What’s up?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood. “I just wanted to say, how proud of you I am. I saw your segment in he newspaper, and I thought it was amazing, as well as I heard you were nominated as student council vice president.” These were all true. I had done an essay on women’s rights, and it was picked for the newspaper. Someone had also nominated for our student council. “You were always one of my favorite students, and I wanted to congratulate you.” My heart started to flutter. My favorite teacher telling me these things? I felt great. “Well thank you!” I said, proudly. “You are going to go onto amazing things,” he said, and his hand slid around on his desk. It got dangerously close to mine. I glanced to the hallway, no one was around. I gulped. What if? No, he couldn’t be. He cleared his throat. “I have been needing some assistance in some of my classes, and I have been looking for a student aid. However, no one seems to be able to handle the job,” he glanced up, “Except for you.” I started to shake. What? I didn’t even do well in his class last year! Why would he want me to be his assistant? “You’re probably wondering why I am asking you,” he said. It’s like he read my mind. “I talked to your current history teacher and she said how much you love current history and I remember you loving the ...
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