Nice girlfriend, Naughty teacher
I was in my sophomore year of college. I was 19 at the time and was very focused on my studies and my body. I was working out twice day. Once before class and once in the evening. I wasn't overly buff. I was up to 160lbs, lean body fat was around five percent, 5'11" tall, with blondish brown hair and blue eyes. I felt good about myself even though I was pretty average looking. I kept to myself while on campus and only interacted when someone started talking to me. I was dating Amy for about six months. She was a cute girl. We met our freshman year through a class. She was short about 5'4", long curly blonde hair and intense blue eyes, a cute smile where she would squint her eyes closed and show for her teeth, she have very nice puffy lips which were great for kissing, she had nice palm sized breasts, she wasn't curvaceous more built like a brick. Her ass was firm, she was a pretty good athlete, nice firm solid looking legs. Amy was a sweet girl. Even though she told me the reason for dating me was because how good I looked in jeans...she liked my ass, Amy was a good girl. Sure we made out, she would let me feel her breasts under her shirt, and she let me squeeze her tight firm ass...we hadn't gone all the way. She would stop me before we got too carried away. We dry humped in our underwear a few times and she would take my hard six and half inches in her tiny hands out of my underwear and finish me off. She didn't like my cum and would make a face as she rushed to the bathroom or use my shirt to clean up. I enjoyed releasing in front of Amy. Amy would also watch me jerk off for her. She did like talking dirty in my ear as I winked off. She especially liked how I lost control of my body. It would jerk and twist violently when I shot my loads. My loads back then would shoot long and hard many times. I kept trying for more but Amy always held true.
Amy and I had tried to get in as many of the same classes as we could our sophomore year. We had been mostly successful in getting into three of the five classes I took that fall semester. The two classes I was in without Amy were business law and a micro economics class. Now economics had always come easy for me, everything just made sense. It was taught by a Mrs. Fitzgerald. She was very attractive in her early 30s, she was tall about 5'9" , slender athletic build, she had long golden brown hair with blonde highlights, dark brown eyes, she.was tan, she always wore very tight clothes that showed off her lean waist, amazing legs, and tone arms and shoulders. Mrs. Fitzgerald was bold stating on the first day of class that no one should try and flirt with her in attempts to get a good grade. I had a good girlfriend so that was going to be easy for me. I always sat in the middle row and middle seat of class to see the board easily in her class. The first few weeks were like any other class. I came in about five minutes early, took good notes, did extremely well on my tests and kept my hand down when Mrs. Fitzgerald asked the class questions. In fact, most of the time no one answered her questions. You could tell this visibly frustrated her. The class was later in the afternoon on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday so we were all tired by that point.
One day Mrs Fitzgerald decided to do something different on a Friday class. She had posted our grades outside the room. The test scores were not very good but I have managed to do much better than most of the class. She began her llecture by sarcastically asking how serious we were about her class. No one answered. She went to her bag and pulled out a bunch of one dollar bills. She held them up and told us that for every question we got right we could earn a dollar. Now it might not seem like much but money was always scarce in college for me so I was motivated. Mrs Fitzgerald asked and I was first to raise my hand. I got it right and she handed the dollar to student in front of me to pass it back. She was surprised to hear me speak in class for the first time. Mrs Fitzgerald even smiled or smirked. She asked a second question, again I raised my hand. I wasn't paying attention to my other classmates and didn't initially know that no one else raised their hands. I got it right again! Another dollar was given to me. I had gotten the first seven dollars and Mrs Fitzgerald decided to stop the game since no one else was willing to answer her questions. She went over the test and the answers with us and let us go early. As I was walking out, Mrs Fitzgerald asked to talk to me. My initial thought was she wanted the money back. I pulled out the seven dollars and was ready to give it back. Mrs Fitzgerald paused when she saw the money in my hand. She asked if I didn't need the money, I struggled to look into her intense stare. Mrs Fitzgerald was stunningly beautiful, she was the type of woman that was way out of my league. She joked loudly so the rest of the students leaving could hear. I smiled but didn't laugh. Then she asked why I spoke up in class for the first time. I was truthful when I told her it was about the money. She had no idea that I barely enough money to even go to college. I wasn't on any scholarship. Her eyes got brighter. She then asked what I thought of the test and stated I had scored the highest. I replied that I enjoyed economics and it seemed like common sense to me. We talked about the class a little more. She lightly touched my bicep as we talked. I didn't thin much of it ...just and accidental contact. I did wear tight fitting shirts and my arms did look good in them. As I was about to leave, she rushed over to her bag and said "Here!" and tossed me piece of candy. I caught and tossed it back to her stating I didn't eat the candy. It was true, at that time I ate very healthy and was focused on taking good care of my body......I guess she had noticed since Mrs Fitzgerald just nodded as I walked out.
The next week, Mrs Fitzgerald did the same thing on Friday. She decided to quiz us in class. This time it was candy. I raised my hand but when she would toss me candy I would toss it back to her. The class and Mrs Fitzgerald seemed amused by the game of tossed candy .
As we were preparing for finals, Mrs Fitzgerald asked if I was signed up for a class she was teaching in the Spring semester. I hadn't planned on it but she convinced me to join. I asked Amy if she wanted to take it with me but she didn't care for economics. In January, my relationship with Amy was going well. We decided to have Friday nights with our friends and Saturday was our date night....which usually mean studying, going to food service for dinner, maybe going to see a old movie at this cheap theater in town, or walking around campus, then finishing up with making out and some dry humping if either of our roommates were not around. The class with Mrs Fitzgerald wasn't very big. ..only about twenty students. On our first class Mrs Fitzgerald said if she couldn't get more students to join in the next week the class would be canceled. It was evident that the class was going to be canceled when less than ten of us showed up the following class. She encouraged the few who were left to find another class. She seemed upset and let us go early. I took it upon myself.to ask if she was going to be alright. It was just the two of us in the room when I approached her. Mrs Fitzgerald was surprisingly unguarded. When I asked what she was going to do, she hugged me. I didn't reciprocate and she squeezed me. She was emotional. She started telling me about her job, her life, and her failing marriage. I wasn't expecting this response and just listened. She held me and just cried into my shoulder. I could feel her wet tears through my shirt. She press her body into mine and it got me aroused. I hoped she didn't feel what was growing in my jeans. I lightly placed my hands onto Mrs Fitzgerald's narrow hips. She held me for several minutes and i just listened. She let go wiped her tears and smeared her makeup. She told me I smelled good. She stared at me and gave me a look. Then in a flash....she kissed me on the cheek and the on my lips! She wrapped her arms around my neck. It was exhilarating. I kissed her back a little. I instinctively put my arms around her skinny waist and then she broke off in an instance. She looked at me surprised and I was still shocked and froze. She then started talking, I think mostly to herself, "I shouldn't of done that, it wasn't right of me to pour myself out on you, we can never speak of this , we can never do that again. " Mrs Fitzgerald frantically gathered herself and her things and walked out. I just stood there trying to process all that had happened.
I pondered if I should tell Amy and decided not to. Still my thoughts were only of Mrs Fitzgerald. Amy could sense something was off about me. When I kissed Amy, I was thinking of Mrs Fitzgerald. When we fooled around and I unexpectedly climaxed, I was thinking of Mrs Fitzgerald,. My studies were suffering, my relationship with Amy suffered, but my workouts were so much better ....I was lifting harder and heavier because of Mrs Fitzgerald. I had to see her...
It had been just over a month and I was still thinking about what had happened. I couldn't turn it off in my mind. I went to see her at her small office space on campus. Mrs Fitzgerald didn't seemed surprised to see me. She welcomed me in, posted a sign stating she was working with a student, and locked the door. She looked different. She had bleached her hair blonde and seemed very lean in her arms. She had that long vein showing in her biceps like mine. She was wearing a tight buttoned top and a very short black skirt that was above her knees. She sat down and looked at me. I had prepared to say something but now being front of this sexy woman....I was speechless. She sat across from me and stared. Mrs Fitzgerald knew she had power over me. She flashed a smile and blushed even with her tan skin. Her eyes were big as she shifted her leg over the other. She saw me looking at her legs. "Now before we get started...." I was preparing myself for her to turn me away. My body tensed up and my hands gripped the wooden chair handles firmly. The wood cracked under my grip. She paused and could see me in my plight. Mrs Fitzgerald leaned over and put a hand on my leg. "Call me Pam." My stare went from her hand to her eyes. There was a calm warm feeling over me. Her hand rubbed my leg still. My heart started pounding. We looked at each other. Nothing was said. The we stood up and. ..
Amy and I had tried to get in as many of the same classes as we could our sophomore year. We had been mostly successful in getting into three of the five classes I took that fall semester. The two classes I was in without Amy were business law and a micro economics class. Now economics had always come easy for me, everything just made sense. It was taught by a Mrs. Fitzgerald. She was very attractive in her early 30s, she was tall about 5'9" , slender athletic build, she had long golden brown hair with blonde highlights, dark brown eyes, she.was tan, she always wore very tight clothes that showed off her lean waist, amazing legs, and tone arms and shoulders. Mrs. Fitzgerald was bold stating on the first day of class that no one should try and flirt with her in attempts to get a good grade. I had a good girlfriend so that was going to be easy for me. I always sat in the middle row and middle seat of class to see the board easily in her class. The first few weeks were like any other class. I came in about five minutes early, took good notes, did extremely well on my tests and kept my hand down when Mrs. Fitzgerald asked the class questions. In fact, most of the time no one answered her questions. You could tell this visibly frustrated her. The class was later in the afternoon on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday so we were all tired by that point.
One day Mrs Fitzgerald decided to do something different on a Friday class. She had posted our grades outside the room. The test scores were not very good but I have managed to do much better than most of the class. She began her llecture by sarcastically asking how serious we were about her class. No one answered. She went to her bag and pulled out a bunch of one dollar bills. She held them up and told us that for every question we got right we could earn a dollar. Now it might not seem like much but money was always scarce in college for me so I was motivated. Mrs Fitzgerald asked and I was first to raise my hand. I got it right and she handed the dollar to student in front of me to pass it back. She was surprised to hear me speak in class for the first time. Mrs Fitzgerald even smiled or smirked. She asked a second question, again I raised my hand. I wasn't paying attention to my other classmates and didn't initially know that no one else raised their hands. I got it right again! Another dollar was given to me. I had gotten the first seven dollars and Mrs Fitzgerald decided to stop the game since no one else was willing to answer her questions. She went over the test and the answers with us and let us go early. As I was walking out, Mrs Fitzgerald asked to talk to me. My initial thought was she wanted the money back. I pulled out the seven dollars and was ready to give it back. Mrs Fitzgerald paused when she saw the money in my hand. She asked if I didn't need the money, I struggled to look into her intense stare. Mrs Fitzgerald was stunningly beautiful, she was the type of woman that was way out of my league. She joked loudly so the rest of the students leaving could hear. I smiled but didn't laugh. Then she asked why I spoke up in class for the first time. I was truthful when I told her it was about the money. She had no idea that I barely enough money to even go to college. I wasn't on any scholarship. Her eyes got brighter. She then asked what I thought of the test and stated I had scored the highest. I replied that I enjoyed economics and it seemed like common sense to me. We talked about the class a little more. She lightly touched my bicep as we talked. I didn't thin much of it ...just and accidental contact. I did wear tight fitting shirts and my arms did look good in them. As I was about to leave, she rushed over to her bag and said "Here!" and tossed me piece of candy. I caught and tossed it back to her stating I didn't eat the candy. It was true, at that time I ate very healthy and was focused on taking good care of my body......I guess she had noticed since Mrs Fitzgerald just nodded as I walked out.
The next week, Mrs Fitzgerald did the same thing on Friday. She decided to quiz us in class. This time it was candy. I raised my hand but when she would toss me candy I would toss it back to her. The class and Mrs Fitzgerald seemed amused by the game of tossed candy .
As we were preparing for finals, Mrs Fitzgerald asked if I was signed up for a class she was teaching in the Spring semester. I hadn't planned on it but she convinced me to join. I asked Amy if she wanted to take it with me but she didn't care for economics. In January, my relationship with Amy was going well. We decided to have Friday nights with our friends and Saturday was our date night....which usually mean studying, going to food service for dinner, maybe going to see a old movie at this cheap theater in town, or walking around campus, then finishing up with making out and some dry humping if either of our roommates were not around. The class with Mrs Fitzgerald wasn't very big. ..only about twenty students. On our first class Mrs Fitzgerald said if she couldn't get more students to join in the next week the class would be canceled. It was evident that the class was going to be canceled when less than ten of us showed up the following class. She encouraged the few who were left to find another class. She seemed upset and let us go early. I took it upon myself.to ask if she was going to be alright. It was just the two of us in the room when I approached her. Mrs Fitzgerald was surprisingly unguarded. When I asked what she was going to do, she hugged me. I didn't reciprocate and she squeezed me. She was emotional. She started telling me about her job, her life, and her failing marriage. I wasn't expecting this response and just listened. She held me and just cried into my shoulder. I could feel her wet tears through my shirt. She press her body into mine and it got me aroused. I hoped she didn't feel what was growing in my jeans. I lightly placed my hands onto Mrs Fitzgerald's narrow hips. She held me for several minutes and i just listened. She let go wiped her tears and smeared her makeup. She told me I smelled good. She stared at me and gave me a look. Then in a flash....she kissed me on the cheek and the on my lips! She wrapped her arms around my neck. It was exhilarating. I kissed her back a little. I instinctively put my arms around her skinny waist and then she broke off in an instance. She looked at me surprised and I was still shocked and froze. She then started talking, I think mostly to herself, "I shouldn't of done that, it wasn't right of me to pour myself out on you, we can never speak of this , we can never do that again. " Mrs Fitzgerald frantically gathered herself and her things and walked out. I just stood there trying to process all that had happened.
I pondered if I should tell Amy and decided not to. Still my thoughts were only of Mrs Fitzgerald. Amy could sense something was off about me. When I kissed Amy, I was thinking of Mrs Fitzgerald. When we fooled around and I unexpectedly climaxed, I was thinking of Mrs Fitzgerald,. My studies were suffering, my relationship with Amy suffered, but my workouts were so much better ....I was lifting harder and heavier because of Mrs Fitzgerald. I had to see her...
It had been just over a month and I was still thinking about what had happened. I couldn't turn it off in my mind. I went to see her at her small office space on campus. Mrs Fitzgerald didn't seemed surprised to see me. She welcomed me in, posted a sign stating she was working with a student, and locked the door. She looked different. She had bleached her hair blonde and seemed very lean in her arms. She had that long vein showing in her biceps like mine. She was wearing a tight buttoned top and a very short black skirt that was above her knees. She sat down and looked at me. I had prepared to say something but now being front of this sexy woman....I was speechless. She sat across from me and stared. Mrs Fitzgerald knew she had power over me. She flashed a smile and blushed even with her tan skin. Her eyes were big as she shifted her leg over the other. She saw me looking at her legs. "Now before we get started...." I was preparing myself for her to turn me away. My body tensed up and my hands gripped the wooden chair handles firmly. The wood cracked under my grip. She paused and could see me in my plight. Mrs Fitzgerald leaned over and put a hand on my leg. "Call me Pam." My stare went from her hand to her eyes. There was a calm warm feeling over me. Her hand rubbed my leg still. My heart started pounding. We looked at each other. Nothing was said. The we stood up and. ..
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