Ms. Stevens - Sex Stories

Ms. Stevens

... then the figure stumbled, obviously a little bit drunk. The restaurant's bar section always produced one or two of these people at the end of Paul's shift, let loose to find their drunken way home. As he approached the figure, he noticed something familiar about it's characteristics. When he got close, he realized with a start that it was none other than Ms. Stevens. "Oh hey Paul", she said when she saw him,"What are you doing here?" "I uh, work here" he responded lamely. "Oh, OK then." she said amiably. "Have you been at the bar?" Paul asked with a note of concern. "Ah, yes I have, unfortunately" She replied. "Well then, I can't let you drive home. Do you want me to call you a cab?" "No, no that's fine, I'll walk. Haven't got the money for a cab anyway" "Really? How far is your house?" "A while away", she replied. Paul thought for a bit about this. His mind was still reeling from seeing Ms. Stevens outside of school, let alone slightly drunk. "I could give you a ride," he offered, "It wouldn't be any trouble" "Are you sure? That's very generous of you" she said "Yeah, yeah, no problem. Hop in, it's the crappy red Toyota on the right" he replied. She climbed in to his car, and Paul was overcome with a momentary wave of shame at his messy car. He turned the key and heard it splutter, and pumped the gas pedal until it finally caught and surged to life. Glancing over, he saw Ms. Stevens looking through the junk on his floor. She finally drew out a large glass bong as he pulled ...

... out of the car-park. "Oh, uh...", Paul said, unable to come up with any half decent excuse. "I have one just like this at home", Ms. Stevens murmured beside him. Paul was stunned at the thought of someone like Ms. Stevens smoking weed. She seemed to not be phased by her own revelation until she realized what she had actually just said. "Don't tell anybody what I just said to you" she said, her embarrassment obvious as her cheeks grew a bright red. "It's fine", Paul laughed, "Everyone does it." She chuckled as she simmered down and relaxed back into her seat. Paul drove the rest of the way to her house, following her directions from the passenger seat. He finally pulled up outside of a modest apartment block in a decent neighborhood. "Here you go", he said "Thanks a ton for driving me. Hey, you know I'm trying to cut down on the amount of weed I smoke, but I have some sitting around that I know I'll end up smoking. If you want, you can come up and take it off my hands." she said with a smile. "Uh.. sure, sounds great" Paul replied, more than slightly shocked at a teacher offering him pot and inviting him into her house. Paul walked with Ms. Stevens to her apartment, where she unlocked her door with some difficulty and led him into her apartment. Everything in her apartment was clean and packed away. It was decorated tastefully, with a picture or two hanging from the walls here and there. She told Paul to wait in the living room, and walked off to her room to grab the pot. While ...