1. Ms. West Teaches Morality


    Date: 6/13/2024, Categories: First Time Author: baileigh22 

    ... The thing is, Baileigh, just because we were taught something doesn’t mean it is correct.”

I look over at Ms. West and see she is finished cutting limes and brings two shot glasses full of Patron to me.

“Thank you."

“You’re welcome,” Ms. West responded, “Baileigh, do you know why I wanted to come back and teach at St. Francis?”

“I don’t know,” I responded and took the shot.

“For women like you,” she responded looking at me smiling.

“Like me?”

“Yes, the women who feel lost. Who have boyfriends to fit in, and because they think that is the right way. The truth is what we have been taught about homosexuality is wrong. It isn’t a choice because who would choose this life?”

I looked at her, thinking for a second, “What do you mean?”

“Who would want to go their whole life worrying about what their parents thought if they came out, what their friends thought, and at times living a lonely life?”

“I guess that makes sense.”

Ms. West moves and sits close to me on the couch. I look down nervously, not knowing what is going to happen.

“Baileigh, I have thought of you since I left that school,” Ms. West said. “I was worried for a bit about you.”

“Ms. West, what do you mean?”

“Please call me Amanda,” she responded, “I was worried that you weren’t going to find yourself and be lost and thinking one way is correct.”

“Amanda. I’m fine, though. I’m happy with my life,” I responded.

“Are you?” she replied. As she lifted my chin and looked at ...
    ... me. Looking into her eyes made my heart race like never before. I was so nervous that my hands were shaking. Amanda must have known because she set her hand on mine, and I felt a calm run through my body. Next thing I know her lips are touching mine. My eyes are closed tight. Her tongue was in my mouth, but not to where she was choking me the perfect amount of tongue.

I swear I have never felt that way during a kiss. It was warm and amazing. My body wanted more, to where I let myself free and climbed on her lap, straddling her on the couch and kissing her. My hands on her cheeks, her hands on my butt.

The next thing I remember is waking up the next morning. The light from the bedroom hit my eyes, and my head was beating. I looked at the room and noticed that it wasn’t my bedroom. A little worried, I moved up.

“I was wondering when you were going to get up,”

I looked and saw Ms. West at the entrance of the bedroom, sipping some coffee and smiling at me.

Noticing I didn’t have any clothes on underneath the covers, I sat up a bit with the blanket covering me.

“Now you are being shy,” Ms. West says, giggling while she walks over to me.

I looked at her as she walked over, “Um, Amanda, did we…”

“Yes,” she said, smiling.

“How was I?” I asked.

“You were great, but you could use a few more lessons,” she said as she kissed my neck.

“Well, Amanda I think I’m ready for the next lesson,” I said as I threw off the sheets.

“It is Ms. West, and I will be ...
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