Ms. Whitman, Teacher of The Year - PART 1 - Sex Stories

Ms. Whitman, Teacher of The Year - PART 1

... of my students and watched him intently. I pleasured myself so many nights to the image of Charlie, but I couldn’t rush it. I had to make my mark at the school as a professional and one who could be trusted before I tried anything. I went down to the gym at one point during the day because I saw on Charlie’s schedule that that was the period he had gym. I watched him play volleyball with all the other boys and it was such a sight. As soon as I entered, all of the boys tried their hardest to look cool and win the game, but my eyes stayed on Charlie. Watching him in his shorts being athletic was so satisfying. Before long, Charlie as well as a few of the other boys started taking their shirts off as it was hot on this particular day not to mention their game playing. That was my first look at Charlie’s body. He was a bit on the skinny side, but I could still see he had quite the muscled physique. I practically drooled over him and at one point he made a very lovely smile at me and I did my best to give a sexy smile back to him. I ended up staying the whole period watching Charlie and the rest of the boys play volleyball. By the end of the game they were all covered in sweat and ran into the locker room. When Charlie passed by me he gave me a smile and I said, “Good game out there, Charlie. You were really good.” All the other boys gave him a pat on the back or a little punch in the shoulder to congratulate him on the compliment he just received from me. Oh, to go into that ...

... locker room and just watch all the boys, especially Charlie… Over the next couple of days, I had been giving Charlie some signals that I liked him better than anyone else in the class and he seemed to be catching on because he was always giving me a shy smile during class. After my class session with the class that Charlie was in, the bell rang and I dismissed the class. “Charlie, I’d like to speak with you for a moment.” I said. “Okay!” Charlie said quite enthusiastically. After all the other c***dren had left, I closed the door and sat on my desk. Charlie then developed a worried look on his face. “Am I in trouble?” He asked. “Oh, no, Charlie. Ha ha.” I replied. “I just wanted to let you know that you’re doing very well in class.” “Oh okay, good.” Charlie said relieved. “Yes. Your last paper was excellent.” I said as I rubbed my hand down his left arm. “Thanks a lot, Ms. Whitman.” Charlie said clearly enjoying my touch. “Don’t tell anyone Charlie, but you’re my favorite student in class.” I confided. “I am?” He asked very enthusiastically. “Absolutely.” I told him. “And because you’re my favorite student, when we’re not in class, you can call me ‘Jenny’, okay?” “Okay, Ms. Whi---, I mean Jenny.” He said. “You’re such a smart and cute k**, Charlie.” That threw him off and he swallowed hard. “You must have a girlfriend.” Although, I really hoped not. “N, no.” He said. “Really? How could a guy as great as you not have a girlfriend by now?” He shrugged. “So there’s no girl in school ...