Making the Grade - Sex Stories

Making the Grade

Chapter 1 The End of Another Year My name is Anna White. The only things you need to know about me is I'm 32 years old and have been teaching for the last 9 of those. I am fairly conservative...in public (more on that later). And yes, I am a nympho maniac. That being said, of course I've never been married. Aw well. I guess being an English teacher at an all-boys junior high school wasn't the best choice for someone in my position. I would be lying if I said that IT hadn't rum across my mind. Because it has, many times, everyday actually. Oh the possibilities. But I've kept my nerve about me, for the most part. At first, when I was younger, I was too disgusted with myself to even look any of them in the eye knowing I was going home and touching myself to the thought of them. But eventually I relaxed and decided to stop being so hard on myself. Sometimes I'd even find myself outright flirting with a couple of them. But I never crossed that line...until recently. And boy did I. There was one boy in particular. He was quiet and shy although very smart. I developed a fondness for him from the first day he stepped foot in my class 3 years ago. I have been watching him and I've caught him watching me. So I’d done what any responsible woman would do in my position. I'd spread my legs and start rubbing myself when I knew he was watching. Not much. Very discretely. I was hoping to drive him wild every day. Hopefully one day something might happen. But he never made his move. I knew ...

... that it'd be up to me but I was running out of time. In two weeks he'll be gone for the summer and forever, starting high school the following school year. I called his name, "Michael!" "Yes ma’am" he responded in his wimpy voice. God, what a cutie. "Stay after class. I need to speak with you." The other kids snickered but I saw the look of shock come across his face, almost as if he knew what was going to happen within the hour. The class went on and the bell rang for the end of the day. The rest of the class ran out the door continuing to harass Michael. I let the class disperse before I stood up, walked about to the front of my desk. "Is...Is there a problem Ms. White?" he asked sheepishly. "Well, sort of." His eyes widened a bit. "You see. You are a very smart boy; top of your class even. But I noticed that you and the other boys don't seem to... Have much in common. Am I correct in saying this?" He bowed his head in shame and embarrassment. "Yes ma’am." He looked up at me ever so slightly. "Why is that?” I asked “What's going on?" He sighed, "It's kind of personal, and totally embarrassing." I thought to myself about what it could be. "Well you can tell me." He took a deep breath and raised his head to meet my eyes. "It started in gym class a few years ago when I started here. We had just finished running laps and I noticed all the other guys pointing at me. I wasn't sure what for at the time. It wasn't until class was over and we were in the showers that I heard one of ...