The Teacher - Sex Stories

The Teacher

... looked at my legs! Just knowing that she’d seen me was enough to make my head spin again. Almost immediately after she’d read the last name on her list the bell went and everyone stood up and made their way out of the room. I felt the hem of my skirt fall back around my knees as I slowly stood and made my way out, I glanced in her direction and almost drowned my panties. She was sat with her legs crossed and the slit on the skirt had fallen away to the sides of her legs, so I could see her bare legs right up to the tops of her thighs. Her head was turned away so I lingered there for a moment, enjoying the sight of her bare skin. It seemed that no one else had noticed because they were all heading straight for the door without a second glance. Oh how I yearned, ached, to reach out and feel her silky skin, to run my hand over her knee first, then stroke my way up and over her thigh before reaching between her legs and under what remained of her skirt. I never want to move from here, I wanted to stay and look at her, please just let this moment pass a little bit slower. Eventually she turned towards me; she saw me standing there and smiled at me. “You look nice today Amy, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a skirt,” she said looking down at the hemline of my skirt. “Oh, ummm, thank you, Miss,” I replied with a goofy smile. “I guess I just felt like a change today, as it’s the last day.” “Oh, I see,” she said. “Well, if I had a figure and a pair of legs like you I’d want to ...

... show them off too.” I must have gone bright red; I desperately wanted to tell her how good her legs were and how beautiful she was but the words wouldn’t come. “You’d better get off,” (no shit) “Or you’ll miss your lesson,” she said. I nodded and smiled at her then I almost ran out the door! Oh my God she noticed me and she thinks my figure and legs are nice! With this little confidence boost in the bag I hurried after Kylie. “See you all later,” Miss Sullivan called after us. ‘What if…?’ * * * * * * * * * * * * * The rest of the day passed in a sort of blurry dream, I couldn’t focus on anything and I certainly couldn’t confide in anyone. Kylie knew I was into girls but I think she thought it was some kind of teen phase, I knew better. I still liked guys but the thought of a man putting himself inside me was a real turn off, whenever I saw a porn movie or even when I heard people describing it to me it always seemed to be a little too invasive, most of my fantasies were centred around you-know-who. At lunchtime I’d sat in the large dining room with Kylie as usual, it was a pretty big room full of noise, tables and heat from the kitchen. I wasn’t eating anything, the sheer thought of swallowing something made me feel nauseous. It was like I was waiting for a massive examination or a hugely important job interview, all I could think about was how things were going to pan out and how I’d even begin to cope. It was this train of thought that got me thinking about the best case ...