My Old Teacher and I

I hurried down the hall. I couldn’t believe I’d almost forgotten to stop by Ms. Thorn’s class after school. My f****y was vacationing for the next week and my cousin had asked me to swing by and grab her work from Ms. Thorn, as she hadn’t had it ready for her earlier in the day. My cousin was a cheerleader and had to leave school earlier to cheer at a sporting event. As I walked down the hall, I thought about Ms. Thorn. She had taught me two years prior and there wasn’t a day that went by I didn’t fantasize about her. She had long perfect legs that were often displayed underneath a pencil skirt of some sort. Her breasts were perfect. Large enough that she had plenty of cleavage, but not too big. She was only in her early twenties as this was her first teaching gig out of college. She was flirty enough but also aware of the boundaries between her students and herself. I had always thought she lingered a little longer at my desk, but what hormonal sixteen year old doesn’t think every girl is attracted to him. I had definitely changed since then. I was eighteen. I was on the football and at 5’8” with a good physique, I got my fair share of attention. I’d probably put on good twenty pounds of muscle since I last saw her. I was at her door. As I opened in and stepped into the class, she was leaning over her desk looking at some papers. Her back was to me and I took in her perfect legs and ass. She slowly turned and after recognition set in a smile crept onto her face.