The Teacher - Sex Stories

The Teacher

... the mirror once more. “This is it,” I told my reflection. I picked up my bag and slung it over my shoulder, took a deep breath, then strode out of the bathroom and made my way to the classroom. On the way there I’d seen one or two people with raised eyebrows as I briskly walked past, it was nice being checked out and I wondered why I’d been so conservative with my appearance in the past, again that confidence I’d discovered earlier surged through me and lasted right until I got to the door of the room. The last few people were entering the room and just as I stepped through the door and saw her standing at the front of my class I suddenly became that pathetic little girl with a crush on her teacher. As I walked towards the specially designated table I’d picked earlier I noticed Miss Sullivan turn her gaze towards me, then away again, then she looked for a second time, I turned to her and weakly smiled. She looked at me and was clearly surprised, obviously she’d seen me this morning in my jacket and skirt but now my jacket was open and fully displaying the cleavage that was hidden earlier, also my skirt had gotten a little bit shorter from when I’d pulled up the waistband and, finally, I was now sporting a pair of white knee socks and, in turn, showing off a little bit of thigh. Her eyebrows rose slightly and then she hit me with her smile, it felt like being shot in the chest when she smiled at me, I wondered if she approved of my new dress sense. Surely if she’d been ...

... disgusted by it she wouldn’t have smiled so warmly, for the first time I had some real and genuine hope, she’d looked me up and down and smiled, that must have meant something! I spun around and sat at the table next to Kylie and watched Miss Sullivan walk to the front of the room and begin speaking, once again I paid more attention to the clock than anything else. I’d been waiting for an opportunity to take off the skirt and stuff it in my bag for about half an hour, it had been a pretty informal chatting session where we talked about what we’d do after school and what options were open to us. I’d been hoping that there would either be a quiet time where everyone was concentrating on something or that there would be some kind of other distraction and that chance finally came a few minutes later. There was a large TV in the corner and there was a short 10 minute film for us to watch, it was one of those boring educational things where some guy goes on about college and university and so on. It was quite a bright day so the lights were turned off and some of the curtains were closed, this would be as good a chance as any, the only problem would be Kylie, even with the lights off and the TV on she would easily see what I was doing. That’s when I got another piece of luck; we were friends with the two girls who were sitting at the table behind us and one of them, Carla, tapped Kylie on the back and they started talking to each other. I waited until she had her back to me then slipped ...