Ms. West Teaches Morality - Sex Stories

Ms. West Teaches Morality

... and later in the school year gave Johnny something you can only give to one person… my virginity. The night was not as special as I thought it would be.

Whoever said your first time should be special is obviously either lying or has never had sex. The first time is awkward, and it was Johnny’s first time as well (so didn’t last very long). We had sex a few more times, and yes, Johnny lasted a little longer. The thing that made it more enjoyable was when Ms. West popped into my head when we were having sex. I hated the thought of her popping into my head because, again, “homosexuality is an abomination.” The hardest part about this was I had no one to talk about this with. Premarital is frowned upon, but I did think that I loved Johnny. The premarital sex I knew some people could look past, but do I like women as well? I did everything to push those feelings down. As the school year came to an end, I found out Ms. West was leaving. The reason why the school said she was no longer going to be teaching there was because her values didn’t match the school.

Right before Johnny left to go to college on a football scholarship, we both decided it was best to break up. All the friends I made while dating Johnny were no longer around. They were in college, and I felt alone. I still was a cheerleader, but after Johnny and I broke up, I didn’t have the same aura about me. Another cheerleader got that, and I became the outcast. My love of science also disappeared. I spent most of ...

... my weekends at home by myself. I had a few guys who took me on dates but were intimidated because of the fact I was a cheerleader and used to date the star football player. This was a time in my life I tried to forget.

I ended up going to a public university. I learned there that maybe some of the morals I grew up with were different than what I grew up with. Something in my life changed on a September night when I was twenty. Using my fake ID, my girlfriends and I went to a bar downtown to celebrate a friend’s twenty-first birthday. After a couple of drinks, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around, and a beautiful lady in her thirties smiled at me and asked, “Didn’t you go to St. Francis Christian?”

I looked at her, shocked. She was older than me. We wouldn’t have known each other if we had been in the same grade. “Yes, I did,” I stuttered.

“You were in my Chemistry class, weren’t you, Baileigh?” she asked.

The thought took a second, and then, in a voice that was way too loud, I asked, “Ms. West?”

She smiled and nodded. She looked even more beautiful than when she was teaching me. “It is so good to see you.” She smiled and gave me a hug.

Shocked at the hug because who would have thought an old teacher of yours would give you a hug, “Um, it is great to see you! How have you been?”

“Things have been good. I’m still teaching but at the local public school instead.”

“Oh wow! Do you like it better there?” I asked.

“I love it,” she said with a smile. ...