Ms. West Teaches Morality - Sex Stories

Ms. West Teaches Morality

... "They let me be me, and they don’t judge me for who I am.”

I looked at her, confused.

“I’m a lesbian,” she said. “St. Francis found out, and they let me walk without announcing it.”

“Oh,” I said, “Well… it was great seeing you.”

“Hold on, Baileigh. Aren’t you a lesbian as well?” Ms. West asked.

“No, no, no, no way am I lesbian. I mean, don’t you remember me dating Johnny in school? It is wrong for me to be one as well.” I snapped back.

“But Baileigh, you were always in my class early and did very well in Chemistry. From what I could tell, you were very excited to see me. I thought you might have had a little crush on me, and to be honest, I felt the same way,” Ms. West replied. “I get it, though. You were raised in a conservative school and were raised probably to think homosexuality is wrong, but you should know it isn’t. Haven’t you felt alone and not yourself at times?”

“There were some times in school when I felt lost,” I replied.

“I see your friends are doing good over there. You want to come back to my place, and we can chat. I promise no wrong intentions, but maybe you have some questions. My place is a block away.”

I looked back at my friends and saw that they were all talking to boys, and didn’t seem to notice I was not there. I looked back at Ms. West seeing her face and remembering all the images that popped into my head while in school. I nodded yes and we walked out of the bar together. As we were walking to her place I was silent the ...

... whole walk. Not knowing what to say or expect. I felt Ms. West’s hand touch mine, but in a way where she seemed like she was trying to hold mine. I remember Johnny doing the same thing on our first date, but instead of holding her hand, I put my hand in my pocket.

“Here we are,” Ms. West claimed.

“Oh wow, you weren’t lying. You are close.”

We walked up two flights of stairs, and when I walked in, I noticed a simple apartment- nothing too fancy.

“You drink tequila, Baileigh?”

“I do,” I answered, “but I call it tekillya.”

Ms. West laughed and set out a bottle of Patron. I saw her go into the fridge. I sat down on the couch and was looking around when I heard Ms. West speak, “Baileigh you mentioned you felt lost at times in high school. Do you remember why you felt lost?”

“I don’t know I just didn’t feel like myself, but don’t a lot of kids feel lost in high school?” I responded.

Ms. West looked at me, smiled, and responded, “You know I went to St. Francis Christian.”

I looked at her, shocked.

“Yes, and I graduated, and I felt lost while there. I dated the star basketball player but was not a cheerleader like you were. I didn’t feel like myself there, but I was lucky.”

“What do you mean lucky?” I interrupted and asked.

“See, Baileigh, my parents were open with allowing me to be me. I had a lot of friends whose parents were not the same. That is one of the downfalls of going to a school like St. Francis. A lot of conservative, old-school values. ...