Teachers Pet: Prelude

Teachers Pet: Prelude

This encounter with a woman 10 years older than me taught me a hard adolescent lesson.
We don’t realize the consequences of our actions.
I came across her years later by accident as a utility service worker when she was visiting her parents. She answered the door in her nightgown. I was dumbfounded. We exchanged pleasantries but there was no way we could talk.
I tried to find her after that and I did get the location of where she’d settled down and possibly the school she taught at but I’d lost the information, forgotten it and never found her again.

August

Kathleen was stunning. Even now speaking her name from my lips evokes long buried emotions.
I couldn’t love her because there was no way it ever could have worked.
I mean I was 13 she was 22, fresh out of a 4 year college degree.
But I’d always wanted older
girls/women you know, since I was like 10. I wanted them to learn me proper how to please a woman and use me for their pleasure.
I used to fantasize and masturbate about older women.
Kathleen wasn’t an obsession, I had a huge crush on her. A fascination of discovery.
She was my seventh grade art teacher. Shoulder length blond hair, darker eyebrows, hazel eyes, hollow cheeks, athletic thighs, deep luscious ass, thin waist, ample breasts. She had class, style and I wanted her badly. I would stare at her during class sitting at her desk in those huge reading glasses reading a book while we did our projects. Periodically she’d peer around the classroom and catch me staring at her. I’d watch the way she moved about the room, her physique underneath her tightly fitting clothes, her large hoop earrings, her pantylines. I intensely wanted to go down on her. To breathe her being, taste her passion, and drink her pleasure.

October

I overheard someone saying that Kathleen had an apartment just blocks from the school.
So I waited for her at the usual door she came out of at the end of each day.
It’s was a sunny, cool, breezy, fall day. As she came out she passed by me without noticing me. Her blond hair blew in the wind underneath the British beret she wore on her head as the leaves swirled around her. She had on a long lapel neck coat belted at the waist, tight knee length skirt, dark nylon stockings and high heels. I caught wind of her cologne as she walked by. She smelled so fucking fresh!
I approached her from the rear to catch up with her brisk step. Y’all smell real pretty today Miss Kathleen! I kinda yelled over the wind startling her. Julian! She exclaimed as she looked over at me, surprised, by her side all of a sudden. Can I help you? She said annoyingly. What are you still doing here don’t you have anything better to do? Hang with your buddy’s, football practice? No ma’am I was waiting for y’all to see if I could help y’all with your things. I was laying on my amateurish southern charm.
Kathleen had papers and books in her right arm, a backpack and pulled a small briefcase on wheels in the other. No, she said I believe I can handle it I have every other day. Well Miss Kathleen , being I waited for y’all I reckon I got nothing else to do so why not let me carry something? She gave me the quick side eye and opened her mouth to dismiss me but then she stopped and said, ugh, Oh here, if you insist, you can carry this, handing me the stack in her arm and giving me the double side eye. Yes ma’am I said.
She bolted and had three steps before I could move. She was a Goddess and I was mesmerized. I remember the sound of her heels hitting the sidewalk.
So tell me Mr. Molina, you don’t have any friends, don’t play sports, do you have a girlfriend? No ma’am I don’t. I said. A good looking young man like you. Why not? she asked. They’re silly I said. Silly? She puzzled. Yes ma’am they’re silly and immature. Oh I see and you’re not immature? She asked. No ma’am I told her. And I didn’t say I had no friends y’all asked me if I didn’t have anything better to do than be here with you. Be careful what you say to me, Mr. Molina, she scolded me. I’m sorry Miss Kathleen, I’m just being honest.
And what’s with all this yes ma’am no ma’am Miss Kathleen stuff? she asked. Just being respectful and polite ma’am.
Well aren’t you just the gentleman she quipped. By this time we were almost at her door.
Well I’m not quite sure what you’re up to Mister but watch yourself.
Nothing ma’am, I said, I just like you and just want to get to know you.
Kathleen rolled her eyes and looked at me. Get to know me? She said. Not a good idea.
I’ll take those now thank you, she said. Uhh ma’am I can help y’all inside it ain’t no thang…Have a good evening! Mr. Molina she said abruptly cutting me off with another side eye glance. Yes ma’am y’all too thank you for letting me help you and she was gone.

The next art class I caught her looking at me. I didn’t have art every day it was 3 days a week. We didn’t lock eyes I would just look up at her desk to catch her looking at me and then I’d look away. She’d sit at her desk in those big rimmed reading glasses reading a book.
Sometimes she would stand right next to me at my desk as she conducted or addressed the class. Her pussy would be right there at face level. It drove me crazy having her that close to me and smelling her cologne.
That night I waited for her. I waited every day but she must have went other ways some days because I wouldn’t see her.

This day I hit it right.
Hello Miss Kathleen how y’all doin today? I’m fine Julian here, she said handing me her backpack. I was expecting you.
Do you wait here for me every day? Yes ma’am I said. Are you a troubled boy? She asked. No ma’am I said. Do you need help, money, attention? Mothered?? No ma’am! I said laughing. Then what is it? she asked as we walked. I just enjoy y’all’s company Miss Kathleen I told her.
How old are you she asked. I’m 13, I said. I’m 22 she said. Yes ma’am I said.
So what’s that have to do with friendship? I asked. We aren’t friends Julian I’m a teacher you’re my student Kathleen said.
So it can’t evolve into that? I asked. Let’s just say no one would understand it. She said.
I’m not concerned with anyone else’s understanding of anything. I said. Yes Julian you’ve made that abundantly clear!
Why do we have to complicate it and just let it be? I asked. It’s not that simple Kathleen said. We stopped at her door.
Miss Kathleen I’m not trying to start or cause no trouble for y’all or anyone I just like bein around you.
I’ll take that she said, have a good evening Mr Molina. Yes ma’am y’all do the same.
I kept on waiting for her after school sometimes she’d show sometimes not. On the walks we shared she began to talk to me about my class work and that she thought I was creative and had a vivid imagination. Yes ma’am I do I said. If she only knew.
I’d pick her brain on what she liked outside the classroom, hobbies, interests etc. Turns out we’re both skiers so we had something in common and we’d talk about slopes we’d done. I’d only done locals within 250 miles she’d done those but upstate New York and Colorado as well.

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