The Teacher - Sex Stories

The Teacher

... out laughing! “That was close,” said Charlene between giggles. “Amy, we can’t do this, not here but…if you like you could come home with me and…” “Finish what we started?” I asked hopefully. It was a strange moment, we both knew what we were referring to, that we wanted to have sex, but neither of us seemed able to actually say it. “Yea,” she replied awkwardly. I wondered if it was starting to really sink in for her, that she was going to take home a girl who, only twenty minutes ago, was her legal pupil! It seemed like the more she thought about it, the more she was put off by the idea. “Are you sure it’s ok?” I asked, dreading the answer. “Yea…it is, I don’t live too far away, do you want to come with me now? Or do you want to come later; it’s only on Spearland Road (about a 20 minute walk from my house.) It’s up to you because I assume you’ll be expected back at home?” I really wanted to go with her but if I went home first I could get changed and freshen up, then tell my parents I was going to a friend’s house. “I guess I should go home first but…” I hesitated. “What is it?” She asked. “I’m just a little worried that you might…change your mind later,” I admitted. “Oh, don’t be silly,” she said with a warm smile. I wondered if she had thought the same thing of me. “Get your things together and I’ll drop you off.” Charlene took hold of my hands and pulled me to my feet; we shared a quick kiss then got ready to leave. I took off the mini skirt and put the longer one on ...

... then zipped up my bag and got my coat on. Charlene grabbed her bag and threw her coat on. “Let’s go quickly, before the other teachers go to their cars,” she said with an urgent tone. We didn’t say much during the walk through the school on the way to the car park; we walked briskly and didn’t see anyone on the way. We quickly arrived and Charlene hurriedly unlocked the car and slid in, unlocking the passenger side door for me once inside. No sooner had I closed the door behind me and locked the seat belt in, we were moving out onto the street. I’d already told her where I lived and it was a short car journey. We didn’t talk about the coming night, or make any plans; much like in the classroom earlier we seemed to avoid saying anything too revealing. “Drop me off here,” I told her when we pulled on to my street. “I live a little further up but I don’t think my parents should see us, I’m not ashamed of you but I don’t want them ringing up school or anything.” “That’s good thinking,” she said as she brought the car to a halt. There was no-one around so I guessed most people were home by now. “Listen Amy, you’ve got my number, if you don’t feel comfortable about anything give me a call.” “Yea…ok,” I said. “If you change your mind or something…” “Amy, I won’t do that, besides nothing has to happen. We can just hang out and watch TV or something,” Charlene said earnestly. I know that I did want something to happen but, strangely, knowing that there was still an option took a lot of ...