The Teacher - Sex Stories

The Teacher

... still our lips were locked together, it was like we were each waiting for the other person to move it forward, however, Charlene must have just realised what was happening and, more to the point, where it was happening so she moved her head back and broke the kiss. “Amy I…we can’t do this,” she whispered. I could’ve crumbled to the floor with disappointment. “P…please,” was all I could say. I felt her hand on my cheek as she guided me away from her. I still didn’t look right at her, this time it was pure embarrassment that stopped me from facing her directly. I could feel her eyes on me, like hot lasers focusing on my head. I kept my eyes lowered, despite everything I was enjoying the way she gently held my cheek and stroked my hair, I wasn’t sure what was going on at the moment and I didn’t have a clue what might happen next, I just wanted to stay here but, eventually she took her hand away from my cheek and stopped stroking my hair. Surprisingly I felt a bit of relief, I’d been thinking about this for so long, putting myself under this pressure and now it was over. How could I have been so blind, just because I’d seen her kiss a woman once I’d assumed that she just had to be a lesbian! And what was I thinking by wearing all this stuff? That if I flashed a bit of thigh she’d come running? I must be the most arrogant, childish…. “Amy?” She whispered, pulling me out of the self-loathing episode. “Amy, look at me.” I couldn’t. “It’s ok,” she said softly. She moved away the hair ...

... that hung over my face and tucked it behind my ears, then brought a finger to my chin and slowly tilted it upwards, we were still stood really close together so when we were face to face again we couldn’t have been more than a few inches apart. My eyes were still lowered, avoiding her gaze, instead I looked at those beautiful lips that I had ever-so slightly tasted a moment ago “I…I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I just…just had to try, I love you and…” “Amy, I’m your teacher,” she said softly. “No, no you’re not. Not anymore.” “Well…no,” she paused for a moment. “Is this why you’re dressed so differently today?” “Yeah,” I admitted, still feeling incredibly foolish. “I thought that you might…like girls. I saw you once, kissing another woman, so I thought that if I looked nice you might…and now that I’m not a student anymore…” My voice trailed off, I was babbling and what was left of my dignity was bleeding away. It was quiet for a moment, Charlene's left hand was resting on my shoulder while her other hand cupped my cheek. She was silent. I had said everything, it was all out. I guessed that she was either simply processing everything I’d said, or she was waiting for me to pull myself together and leave. It was so quiet, I didn’t want to move my head because she might stop touching my cheek, instead I just opened my eyes wider and looked up, I could only see her lips from this position which, as it turned out, was enough for me to get excited. She was smiling! Not a sympathetic ‘oh ...