I hated maths until i got to fourth year of high school, 14 coming up for 15 and i was placed into a lower set for maths a sit was my worst subject. It wasn't that I couldn't do it, rather that I didn't want to. i enjoyed most of my lessons, and was a bit of a teachers pet. I never skipped school, was never on detention, and pretty much did everything I was told to. I was humiliated at being put back, and as i stepped into the classroom, i hung my head in shame. Jude one of my best friends was in this class, and I went and sat with her. The door swung open, and involuntarily i sucked in a deep breath as she entered the room. All these years later I still recall with minute detail what she wore. She had a soft pink cashmere sweater over a white open necked blouse, and grey trousers that were not overly tight but accentuated her curves. Sitting in the ugly navy and grey school uniform I felt frumpy. We were all gabbling, and she surveyed the class for a moment before clapping her hands to call attention. She asked for my name, and i stuttered out "Kirsty" thrilled to have had her undivided attention for a second. She introduced herself as Ms Peterson. Taking out our exercise books, we settled down to the lesson. 1
I tried really hard to please her, every time a question was asked my hand was the first in the air, at the end of each lesson it was i who collected the text books and calculators. I made my presence felt in that classroom, and soon it became a problem as my classmates bullied me because of my eagerness. One day in February, when I had been in the class for 9 weeks, I was very distressed and could not hide the fact that I'd been crying, or the rings beneath my eyes from the sleepless state of the previous night. At the end of the lesson, Ms Peterson asked me to stay behind. I was worried that I had done something wrong, not paid enough attention, or not responded to the questions correctly. And so my nerves heightened, so much so that when she closed the door, and turned to me I was almost hyperventilating. Ms Peterson came and perched on the edge of my desk. "what is it Kirsty?" At the soothing gentleness of her tone, I began sobbing. Taking me into her arms she held me until my tears subsided, then I found myself opening up to her, telling her all my problems things that seemed immense to me at the time. 2
We talked for the whole lunch hour, neither of us mentioning lunch , just focusing each on the other. Soon it became a pattern that after class we would sit and talk, nine times out of ten neither of us eating on those days. She told me to call her Lynn when we were alone together. The friendship continued to grow, and soon we were sneaking off school premises every lunch time, sometimes picnic-ing in the park, sometimes driving around in her nippy black mini. I was becoming overwhelmed by my feelings for her, and as June eased into July, I began to dread the summer holidays, knowing that i would be unable to see her for six weeks. On my 15th birthday, we went and had lunch at her house, she had prepared everything that morning, and we sat eating salad and fresh fruit. She gave me a present that was wrapped in silver paper and secured with a purple bow. I opened it, and was delighted. It was a bottle of the perfume that she always wore, L'Aimant by Coty, and wrapped around the bottle was a silver chain bearing a small heart pendant. I wrapped my arms around her to hug my thanks, and feeling brave i lifted my head and placed a small peck at the corner of her mouth. i was worried that I had gone too far, and that our friendship would be over, she stood and looked at me for an endless amount of time (about a minute in reality) before circling my waist with one arm and raising my head with her free hand.3
The kiss was so startling, I had never known anything like it. Electricity soared through my body, every nerve tingled, and i shook with pure delight. We kissed harder, and I thought if i died at that point I would not have known anything about it. The clock on the kitchen wall chimed, breaking our kiss, and we both stared at it hating the intrusion, and realising that we should have been back at school by now. We climbed into the car not having a chance to kiss again. On the drive back to school which was way too short i asked if I could see her that night. She arranged to pick me up from the park at four thirty. Lynn dropped me round the corner before screeching into the school yard, lest anyone should see us together.4
Four thirty ticked ever closer, I was meant to be going to a friends house for tea, so I knew I would not be missed at home, I told my friend that i had to go to see my grandmother, to extricate myself from the invitation. Lynn's car stopped, and I ran over as though my life depended upon my getting there as quickly as humanly possible. I threw my rucksack into the small back seat, and climbed in. As soon as my seat belt was fastened Lynn drove off. Arriving back at her house, we settled onto the sofa with a hot sweet mug of coffee each. We fell into the easy conversation of good friends, and I slid over slightly to curl into her. " Kirsty this is wrong" I was horrified at her words, feeling rejected and unattractive. Lynn went on saying that I was under age, she was my teacher, she was 7 years older than me etc. I surprised myself, telling her that the few years difference was nothing, I was old enough to know how I felt about her,and that if we were careful no-one would ever know. She looked searchingly into my eyes, and then drew me to her.5
The kiss was slower and gentler than earlier, but the tingling coursed through my body once more. I had leant into her, and until now had kept my hand imprisoned between us. Instinctively I withdrew it and put it onto the soft mound of her breast, feeling the firm tissue beneath the layers of clothing. I was not quite sure what to do, and so just went by instinct, and the small gasps of breath as Lynn inhaled. I finally explored the naked flesh of her breasts tentatively with my hand, and then she rose holding her hand out to me. We walked up the stairs hand in hand, side by side, and Lynn kicked open her bedroom door. The bed was a four poster, in a dark rich oak, and dressed in raspberry coloured satin. We sank down on top of the bed, and kissed deeply once more. Lynn finally began to touch me just as i had gotten to the point when I thought I'd explode if she didn't. She withdrew my school tie, tossing it careless onto the floor, next came the navy blue nylon jumper, and then the buttons on my shirt were undone and my breasts freed from the lacy bra that I wore. I gasped at the first touch of her hand upon my breast, and felt myself moistening down below. Lynn bent and took one straining nipple into her mouth, and then the other. I tried to remove her clothes, but she stopped me, holding my hands with one of hers as she continued suckling on my breasts. I lay back onto the bed and enjoyed the new stirrings in my groin. I kicked off my flat black shoes, and used one foot to prise the sock from the other repeating this so that both socks were discarded. Lynn placed her hands beneath my bottom, lifting me slightly so she could remove my skirt. I lay there self consciously in just my little white panties with an area of wetness that i thought must be the size of a plate at least whilst she removed her clothes. Lynn stood before me resplendent in a pale blue bra and g-string. She joined me on the bed then, but still would not allow me to touch her. She carefully pulled my panties off, and ran a finger gently over the mound of flesh, i felt myself opening to her touch as she gently probed further. She slid down placing her lips over the lips of my pussy, sliding the tongue up and down slowly before pressing it into my hot wet center. I shuddered as my limbs took on a life of their own and jerked in ecstasy. Finally Lynn came back up the bed toward me. This time she allowed my tentative explorations, and i fumbled for several moments with the strap of her bra before finally unclasping it and taking a long glance at the beauty of her naked breasts. Remembering what she had done, I lowered my head and sucked very gently on the nipple of her left breast, then reached up to roll the other between my thumb and forefinger. I slipped a hand down the front of her pants, and felt the intense heat and the wetness of her. I continued to suck on her breasts in turn, and Lynn said "just a little harder honey". I was feeling a sense of thrilled power at her responding to my naive fumblings, and when I tried to remove her g-string, I was horrified to make her wince as the material caught her sensitive labia. She quickly assured me she was fine, and I started to kiss her. Lynn took my hand and guided it to her pussy, showing me with her own hand what to do. I followed her fingers with my own, thrusting them in and out of her tight pussy. She started rubbing at her clitoris whilst my fingers were still inside her, and it was thrilling to keep bumping hands with her as I thrust faster and deeper. It was amazing how much wetness there was when she came, my hand was soaked in the sweet musky scent of her, and the bed sported a large damp circle. Lynn taught me many ways to please her that night, and pleased me in many ways too. Our hot affair carried on undetected for the next year, and I learnt the art of pleasing a woman from a wonderful teacher. We broke up, Lynn had met someone nearer her own age in a gay bar, and as I was still underage and unable to go to the bars with her, she was getting frustrated with having to stay in whenever we were together. I was devastated at the break up, and still having told no-one of my relationship with her, or about my sexuality, Could tell no-one why I was so depressed. To this day I still think of Lynn and the things she used to teach me, and boy could I show her a thing or two should we come across each other now.6
Author notes
This is mostly a true story, however I have changed names as you never know who is reading! Option 4
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wow, that was really good, and really hot, lol. Keep writing.
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this was really good,very sexy. i can deffinately relate to this. my girlfriend is five years older than i am and she has taugh me a few things
quite an enjoyable read. well done.
Hidden Angel
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Great storie i love the choice of teacher/ student great job hope u write more
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Hi Sara, thank you so much, I am really glad you like my stories, I am never sure that they are good enough to share, until I get some feedback. Thank you for letting me know that you have read others, and will read more. I guess i better get writing
Best wishes Kxx
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Hi there depresstears, if all teachers were like that, it wouldn't have been as special thanks for commenting, and I still do count my blessings from being loved by her
Kx
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Id have to say I truly enjoyed this piece, actually Iv read a few of your pieces now, and they are all wonderfull. I hope you write many more Im looking forward to reading them.
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Wow that was great. I wish i had a teacher like that! I guess some people have all the luck. LOL.
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Hi there sky, thank you for reading and comments on this piece, it is very close to my heart for obvious reasons She was a very special person, and I will never forget her, she showed me what it felt like to be loved. Thanks again K x
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true story huh? wow, thats alot to admit and very quickly. well im glad she helped you in some way...anyway, brilliant write, hope you do well in the contest! l8az sky xxxxxx
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Hi there, thanks so much for reading and commenting, Glad that you liked it, it is a real story, just changed names for obvious reasons
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My eyes were glued to my computer screen.. This was so good..and it was so real..Teacher/student is always hot...It made me shiver with excitement 
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Good description
I like the teacher/student pairing. Interesting choice. Not too many are brave enough to do that. I like the description as well. One thing that was sad, was the break-up, but the last comment made by her, was good. It made sound as if she could do anything and show her old lover a thing or two. -
Hi Sel, thanks so much for the lovely comment, will return the favor, Kxx
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Very awesome write, it reminds me of my own explorations and love with an adult in my mid-late teens. Hot and steamy, and very honest. I like it alot. Aren't memories wonderful?
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Hi Echo, thanks so much for your comment, glad you l;iked it and thanks also for the best wishes! Love and other indoor sports! Kxx
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Wow...very steamy. I loved the emotion you put into it. Great write!! I would say more, but all that I was going to say has already been said hah. Anyways, great write and good luck in the contest!
Much love and happy writing,
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Hi there Shae Lynn, I am thrilled that you enjoyed this story, thank you so much for the immensely generous comment. I am touched that you and others have reacted so positively to this write, and not felt it porn or abuse, I considered writing about this time in my life for ages, but because I was wary of the reaction did not. Love and other indoor sports! Kayleigh xx
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This was wonderfully written - and I must say that I am quite jealous...there was a teacher back in my day of schooling that I would have given my left arm to have shared an experience like this with. You are so talented Kayleigh...but I am sure that you hear that all the time. I look forward to reading more of your stories, so few people can pull something like this off without making it sound cheesy or pornographic, but you do it beautifully. Thank you so much for sharing the passion of your "education".
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Hi Casey, I enjoyed talking to you too, thank you for reading and commenting on this and several others of mine today, I really appreciate you taking the time to do so. I'm touched that you enjoyed my work, I always criticise my own work, so when people are kind enough to say they enjoyed it, it makes me a little less critical. Thanks again, love and other indoor sports Kx
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Hi ayten, thanks so much, I am always touched when people take the time to leave me a comment, and you are always very generous with your words. I'm really pleased that you enjoyed this one, as it is the only totally true experience i have posted. You are a darlin. U TC luv Kxx
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Hi Laura, thanks so much for the very generous comment, sorry I kept you waiting! how are you doing? Ah these things often do involve pain, but I do not lose hope of having my happy ending one day Glad to see you here, take care of you sugar
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lovin it
i loved it...keep on writing and i liked talking to you yesterday........oh and my names casey it's just everybody calls me willow -
omg, I was dying for another one of your stories!
As is true with all of your writing, this one is amazing. I love how many of your writes have that bitter twist to their sweetness. It makes them more real, though I'm sorry that with this relationship it had to end that way. But it is truly INCREDIBLE that this is something you wrote from experience. More of us should be so lucky
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WOW this was really good and a brave act. I'm happy you found uncondtional love and it doesn't matter with who. You should always be pround of who you are and love that person because you deserve it. Good luck and as always i love your writing. great work
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Hi Shari, thank you so much for your compliments, and your non-judgemental attitude, I will never regret having had the experiences with her, and they will always hold a special place in my heart. This woman was the first person to ever show me unconditional love. People I have told about my relationship with her since I became older, have sullied it and made noises that she abused me, I think you can all judge for yourselves that this was not the case. Thanks again, blessings to you Kayleigh xx
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This was a great write, written with a lot of reality and feeling to it. The fact that it is a true story makes me realise why. You created great imagery and I think learning is so much fun. It's a shame that you got so hurt though
Don't ever be ashamed of your sexuality. You are who you are. And if other people don't like that that's their problem
SHari
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Hey there cutie, so you have a similar first name, drive the same model of car, do you teach?lol
Thanx for the lovely comments, and I am really pleased you did not find it offensive. Got to go bed now, as I will fall asleep at my desk if i don't! U take care honey, catch u soon love Kayleigh xx
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There aalways has to be a first time and you couldn't have had a better teacher! (and she acyually was a teacher)LOL. I really enjoyed reading thiss. You are very good at non-offensive erotica. Keep up the good work! By the way I was so excited when you said she drove a black mini. I have a red one with a white top!!!
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Linda
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er thanks Edna, I gather there are a lot of typos?
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Hi there julie, glad to see you here! I'm pleased you liked it, i was inspired to write this after reading a poem earlier. This was my second time with a woman, the first being fumblings and not somthing that i would share! I know a lot of people have a crush on a teacher at some point, but my fantasy did not outdo the reality! U TC, love Kayleigh xx
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Try spellcheck.
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ah you do write so well. loved the atypical bittersweet ending. you can only here "and we lived happily ever after" so many times before you get sick of it
well done
julie
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