Subject: Eighth Grade Again
Story Codes: MF Fm voy exhib incest mother daughter
Diary Date: August 22, 2012
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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For the last few years I’ve taught 4-6 grades at a small Christian
School. This year I was finally accepted to teach at the local middle
school where I once was a student. While the rules and culture were
radically different in the public school system, that change was nothing
compared to the hormonal differences between a 6th and 8th grader - and I
don't mean just the boys!
Warning: Most stories like this have warnings about sexual content and
such - always about there being too much for some readers. In
this case the warning is just the opposite. There is very
little sex and what is mentioned is mostly in passing as a
reference more so than an experience. This is mainly intended
to help my steady ‘fans” to keep up with my life’s journey, not
to serve as a “stroke story” for those just passing by.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Needy
Chapter 2 – In-Service Week
Chapter 3 - First Week of School
Chapter 4 – Parents
Chapter 5 – Only Human
Chapter 6 – Looking Forward
Chapter 1 – Needy
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For as long as I can remember I’ve wanted to be a teacher. Never a nurse
or even something as wild as an astronaut. Nope, I KNEW what I was going
to be when I grew up - a teacher. Maybe it started because I always
loved school, even the homework (well, most of the time). Yes, I was one
of those kids everyone hated that always sat at the front of the class,
raising my hand to answer questions, eager for my teacher's approval.
Actually someone once suggested to me that it was that very need for
approval that drove most of my behaviors at school and elsewhere. The
fact that the person who told me this was my own mother provided some
credibility to her argument to say the least. At the time it was part of
a larger discussion about me in general - one of those "mother-daughter"
talks she liked to have with me now and then. In this case it was a
little more a "mother-daughter-husband" talk as my husband Steve was with
us. We were visiting my mom and it was our last night with her so after
sex while we were still in bed we started talking about assorted family
stuff and somehow or another the topic got around to psychoanalyzing me.
It was two against one, not good odds.
"So what's your perspective Mary," Steve was asking my mom, "Do you think
being slut just comes naturally for Kelly or is that something you helped
her out with?"
We’d been talking about our families and the differences between them
when this just popped up out of the blue. I playfully smacked him but he
just ignored me and pressed my mother for her answer.
My mom took it all in stride, grinning as she laid her head back on the
pillow. Her hair was a mess but she didn’t seem to care. Watching her,
I couldn't help but admire the way her breasts remained firm with just a
little sag to the sides in deference to her age. The rest of her nude
body was pretty tight as well. I mean when you’re in your forties things
don't quite hold up like they did in your teens but for an old broad she
was in pretty good shape. From the way Steve had been nailing her just a
few minutes earlier, I’d say it was a pretty good bet that he felt the
same way about her.
“Oh I’d like to think some of it’s in her DNA from me,” she sighed, “But
then to be fair she did pretty much most of it on her own.”
Then she looked at me with a funny smile, as if she wasn't sure how to
word what she wanted to say. Turning back to Steve, she continued, “If
you ask me, she’s always been a little needy so that’s probably been part
of it.”
“A little NEEDY?” I protested as I sat up so I could lean against Steve
who’d been spooning me from behind. Up until then I’d been enjoying the
feel of his still rigid dick pressing against my bare butt but now my
attention had shifted elsewhere.
My mom just smiled at my protesting and continued, “Oh come on Kelly,
stop pretending. You’re not fooling either of us. You’ve always had to
have everyone’s approval... especially your father’s.”
Steve seemed to find all this interesting so he joined in the
conversation by saying, “Sounds interesting Mary... go on.”
I glared at him but they both ignored me as if I wasn't even there.
“Well as you well know she’s STILL a daddy’s girl but you should’ve seen
her back when she was younger. You know, before they started doing ‘IT’.
I tell you what, that little girl knew EXACTLY what buttons to push to
get everything she wanted from her daddy.”
Steve chuckled adding, “Yeah, I can relate to that!” as he reached around
and cupped my boob in his hand, “She can be quite... persuasive.”
My mom was eying the way Steve was fondling me, probably wishing for some
of the same attention but then he’d fucked her last, not ten minutes ago
at that. Heck, he even came in her so she had nothing to complain about.
Still, I couldn't blame her for wanting more of my sexy husband’s dick.
Like what sane girl wouldn’t?
“Like I was saying...,” , my mom continued, “even when she was little she
was always seeking John’s approval. Whenever he’d bring home some new
outfit for her to wear she’d immediately run off to her bedroom to put it
on and then come back down so she could pose for him in it. Yep, she
learned early to be quite a tease, even in grade school.”
They both looked at me as if expected a response but what could I say? I
had to agree with her on that point. Yes, I could well remember the
outfits and bikinis that my dad use to buy for me. Of course since he
was the one buying them they all were either super-tight, ultra-short,
very small, revealing or some combination. And yes, I learned early that
he liked it when I’d pose for him and I also knew just HOW he wanted me
to pose. Granted, my mother had to be given a lot of the credit for
that, providing me with tips and feedback afterwards like she was scoring
me. And yes, I DID love it when he would tell me how pretty I looked and
how much he loved it when I posed for him.
“Oh yeah, I’ve seen some of the photos he took of her back then,” Steve
sighed wistfully, “If I didn’t know what I know now I don’t think I could
believe she was just posing. Wow, some of those outfits were pretty
risqué and suggestive. To this day I still find it hard to believe that
she wasn’t doing more when the camera was put away.”
“Oh so what you REALLY mean is... was she sucking his cock after he took
those naughty photos of her?” my mom asked rhetorically, “No but trust
me, it wasn't for lack of desire on HIS part. Hell, he would’ve let her
do it in a heartbeat. Actually it was all my fault. I had this thing
back then that I didn't want her doing anything like that until she was
ready and asked on her own. Yes, I realize now that I could’ve handled
things better but I guess I was a little gun-shy back then after the way
my own parents handled things with me and my sister.”
Wow! Talk about a revelation. That was like the first time my mom had
EVER openly admitted that she’d been wrong to hold back my father when he
first started to lust for their daughter. Of course his feelings back
then are pretty obvious to me now when I look at the outfits he had me
posing in, not to mention the raunchy ways he had me pose. But when
you’re just a preteen those sort of things just don't come to mind so of
course I never asked meaning all he could do was look at me and take
risqué photos to jerk off to later.
Then my mom cocked her head as if she something had just finished
processing in her mind.
“Uhhhh, now wait just a minute... so Steve, are you telling me that John
has shown you those photos? Shit, I didn't know he’d even still HAD them
the horny lying bastard. He always promised me that he just took them
for a little fun for a while but that he never kept them for too long.”
Oops, looks like Steve had let the proverbial cat out of the bag. Well,
he was the one that stuck his foot in his mouth so it was up to him to
extract it. Best that I stay out of the line of fire!
“Sorry, didn’t mean to stir anything up,” he quickly apologized, “It’s
not like they were hard-core child porn or anything. Even the nude ones
were pretty tasteful... well, most of them at least.”
Now he had ME curious... just what had my dad shone him? Sure there were
a few times when he would dare me to flash a little but I didn’t remember
doing anything all that naughty.
My mom wasn’t looking too happy either as she turned on her side to face
us. She rubbed her hairy damp crotch for a few seconds and then wiped
her hand on the sheets. Apparently Steve’s last load must have been
draining from her which I knew from personal experience can feel messy
and sticky if you don't wipe it off right away.
“Well, I DO know that some of them were pretty borderline for back then
although by today’s standards I guess they were pretty tame - especially
the swim suits,” she mused, “I can remember being amazed back then
someone even MADE suits like that for young girls. Heck, she may as well
have been naked in them. I wasn't even sure where he found them all and
he was always a little close-mouthed about his sources. Like who makes
thong bikinis for preteens?”
Then she looked at Steve and shook her finger saying, “OK cowboy, I don't
want to hear any comments about the ones she WAS naked in.”
I felt Steve adjust himself behind me and the feeling of his stiff dick
in my back told me this conversation was turning him on. He’d been
pretty hard not long ago but then had started dwindling down the past few
minutes. Evidently thoughts of me naked at twelve and thirteen years old
and even younger were enough to get him going again.
“Yeah, she looked REALLY hot in those.”
“For a twelve year-old you mean. I thought I just said NOT to say
anything,” my mom answered back in an icy tone that made it pretty clear
how she felt about the subject.
She paused for a moment and rolled her eyes as she continued, “But then I
forget, you get off fucking the little girls as much as John does, don't
you? Boy oh boy, talk about girls marrying their fathers...”
I knew I’d better step in before this conversation went any further off
course. As anyone might guess, my mother didn’t approve of underage sex,
at least not between kids and adults. Like, it was one of the main
reasons for her divorcing my dad. Despite what I’d told him in the past,
I still wasn't sure if Steve quite grasped it that my mom and her sister
were polar opposites on this subject matter.
“So mom, back to me being supposedly needy. Wouldn't you say that just
about every girl likes to please her father? If so, then that really
doesn’t count.”
My mom appeared to be just as happy as me to change the subject as she
quickly replied, “True but then again most girls don’t seek out their
father for sex either - which is what YOU did all on your own as I seem
to recall.”
She had a point. Back when I was sixteen I’d come home from a party
early to discover my parents having sex in the hot tub right below my
bedroom window. Until then I knew they had sex regularly but this was
the first time ever that I’d actually seen them doing it. I’d been
having sex for over two years by then so it wasn’t like I didn't know
about the birds and the bees. However it WAS the first time I’d
witnessed this type of sex where two people were making love.
Seeing my parents in such an intimate situation stirred something inside
of me which eventually led to me wanting a similar relationship with my
father. Hmmmmmm, maybe my mom was right... maybe it was needy of me to
want to have my dad in the same way my mom was having him. I’d always
thought of it as me wanting to express my love for my father in the same
manner as my mom but who knows, maybe it was more me seeking his
approval? I mean, there’s not much more a father can do to express his
approval of his daughter than to fuck her!
“Well you never saw her in high school after you left Steve,” my mom
continued on with her analysis of me, “Oh Lord, she had such a HUGE crush
on you! You may have managed to keep her under control but once you left
and she got a taste of what it was like to be free of any relationship...
well it was like no boy in class was safe after that.”
Both she and my husband had a laugh at that one and even I couldn't help
but crack a smile. She had me there - indeed once I started dating other
boys it was like letting a homeless person loose in a buffet line.
Mmmmmmm, I couldn't wait to try a little bit of everything, or everyone
in my case.
“Now if THAT wasn’t being needy, then I don’t know what is,” she
concluded.
“Needy?” I disagreed, “Nawwwwww, I was just horny.”
My mom shook her head and continued the debate with, “EVERY girl at that
age is horny but even you have to admit that there aren't that many who
put out on the first date... and every time at that.”
“Now wait... I didn't ‘put out’ most of the time - mostly just gave
blowjobs,” I interrupted to correct her. Even it was a minor point I
thought it was an important distinction. “Actually I rarely had sex on
the first date - and sometimes not even on the second one, and you know
it.”
“Blowjobs, fucking, whatever. Call it what you want but it seems to me
like you’re splitting hairs,” she huffed, “Still seems like it was pretty
needy to me. It was like you had to have the seal of approval from every
guy that dated you - or should I say cum-stain of approval.”
For some reason I couldn't understand both of them laughed at her last
line.
“No, I just wanted their dick,” I cut in again, “And besides, the last
thing I wanted was yet another cum stain ruining another outfit.”
But she didn’t stop as she went on with. “Oh pshaw... you wanted them to
like you and you know it. You were always so ridiculously self-conscious
over your precious boobs. It was like you always had to prove you were
sexier than your more endowed friends like Beth.”
“Yeah, as I recall she had some BIG tits,” Steve sighed, “I think she was
growing them big in 6th grade already if I remember correctly.”
It was more like 5th grade but I wasn't going to support his fantasy
memories any more than they already were. It had seemed so unfair to me
back then. Why did some girls get such great breasts so early yet I was
barely out of a training bra at the end of grade school? To this day I
can't walk around the house topless without feeling uncomfortable, even
though I’m pretty proud of my 34 C’s these days.
“So enough of ‘pick on Kelly’ hour, OK?” I finally whined. By now Steve
had a full erection behind me judging from how it was poking me hard in
my back. My mom had her load so I felt like it was time for mine.
“Where were we going with this conversation in the first place?” my mom
laughed, “Oh yeah... something about why Kelly went into teaching,
right?”
“I think she gets off having those horny young boys staring down her
blouse and up her dress all day,” Steve offered.
I elbowed my husband sharply in the belly for that one. He deserved it!
First, because he knew it was absolutely NOT true and second, I knew my
mom wouldn’t like it and indeed the sour look on her face told volumes.
“You know better than that you jerk,” I said, only half-teasingly.
Indeed, if there was one cardinal rule I’d always followed from the time
I first started babysitting it was, “no messing with the kids”. The same
rule applied when I started working with the church youth groups, then as
a tutor and finally as a teacher.
Sure, I’ll admit that sometimes it gets a little erotic seeing one of my
young students with a cute little erection as he stares at my chest for
the entire lesson. Still, that’s a FAR cry from doing anything to tease
him or otherwise make him think I was in any way even aware of his
lustful attention. Even when that attention became rather blatant I just
ignored it. Bottom line... there was nothing good that could come out of
making the matter public.
“Well I would certainly hope that’s the case,” my mom murmured. I’m sure
she would have been quite disappointed had I responded to Steve’s
accusations any other way.
Well, I’d had about enough of all this...
“OK, OK, I hope you too are having great fun at my expense but you both
know the truth. I love to teach because I love being with kids - and not
THAT way you horny jerk,” I directed at Steve who had this silly grin
going, “and I love the look on their faces when they suddenly grasp
something I’ve been trying to teach them all day.”
“Awwwwww, that’s so sweet,” Steve said, a little too mockingly for my
comfort. “I know what they were trying to grasp.” He was still pushing
the teacher-student sex thing and I was simply NOT going to go there.
“I have a better idea... Why don't you just shut up and fuck me?”
Steve looked at my mom who just shrugged her shoulders as if she had
nothing to say about the matter. She didn’t and this time I was the one
to get my husband’s cum while she had to watch and wish it was her
getting it.
Ha! Who was needy now!
Chapter 2 – In-Service Week
===========================
I was thrilled, scared and nervous to death, all at the same time. It
was InServ week, the week before school officially starts when teachers
come to school to get prepared for the upcoming school year. The vast
majority of the teachers had taught the previous year so they would start
a day later as the first day was devoted to new teachers, or at least
those doing their first year in this school district. The rookies...
OMG! Driving to the school on my first day I was SO excited. This was
what I’d been waiting for so many years. What I’d worked so hard for.
THIS had been my goal since I was a young student myself. It seemed
almost impossible to believe that I was actually heading back to the same
school where I’d been a student not that many years before.
Actually I was pretty lucky to even get the job. I’d been on the waiting
list for years, during which time I took a position at a small private
Christian school. The pay sucked and the benefits non-existent but at
least it gave me some experience on my resume. As it turns out, that
made the difference and so now I would be making twice the money with
benefits.
The schedule for the first looked as boring as it did daunting. It was
almost like something from my last year at college in an ethics course.
There were lectures on harassment - both giving and receiving, codes of
ethics, state and federal reporting laws for signs of abuse, and so
forth. Most of it was so boring it was hard to stay awake but it was the
examples that interested me. Kind of like taking a Driver’s Ed course
where they show pictures of car wrecks to try and scare the kids into
being better drivers.
A good deal of time was spent regarding proper conduct between students
and teachers. Granted, our students would be fourteen and younger it
wasn’t the same as being a high school or college teacher. Still, there
were public cases of teachers having sex with eighth graders and now
doubt younger that had been kept out of the national press.
Personally I never understood how anyone intelligent enough to get a
teaching certificate could be stupid enough to have sex with an underage
student of theirs. Did they really think a boy that age wouldn’t go
running off to their friends to brag about their conquest?
Interestingly, at least to me, was that almost all the focus was on
female teachers and male students. Apparently all the focus on child
abuse tended to zero in on young girls so the perverts grew to focus more
on young boys, at least that’s how it seemed to me based on the evidence
I’d seen.
During the lunch break after our “teacher-student sex” session, a group
of us gathered together in the cafeteria for lunch.
“Now THAT was a waste of time,” one of the older ones huffed, “I just
can't believe anyone reaching a position in this district could do
something so stupid and immoral. Did we really need two full hours? I
would think five minutes would have been overkill.”
“I take it then you’ve never had a student come on to you or even be a
little forward with you between classes?” commented a good looking woman
who was probably a few years older than me, “What have you been teaching,
Kindergarten?”
The rest of us tried to suppress our smiles with little success. If
anything, her comment opened the subject to more discussion and
surprisingly, even a couple of confessions.
The lady next to me was the next to speak saying, “For me it started with
seventh grade. I guess I never really even had given it much thought as
I was doing mostly first and second grade before. I had a boy actually
stand beside me while I was seated at my desk and deliberately lean over
to look down my blouse! Thanks god I was wearing a bra.”
Then it became a game of one-upmanship. One spoke about having to deal
with erections, another with girls rubbing themselves. I kept to myself
for the most part other than a knowing smile. I’d of loved to have
related about how one of my sixth grade girls turned out to be having sex
with her father who had in turn asked me to join (I refused of course).
Now that would have been a little TMI (Too Much Information) even for
this risqué conversation.
I noticed that all of the examples were of students coming on to their
teachers. None of them admitted to having any fantasies of their own but
I would’ve been more shocked if they really hadn’t. Besides, there’s
nothing wrong with fantasizing about most anything so long as you didn't
cross the line in real life. Somehow I didn't think that line of
thinking would’ve been socially acceptable with this group though.
The next day at lunch I took a seat alone at one of the round tables only
to be joined by the same woman who had been sitting next to me at lunch
yesterday - the same one who had related about the boy looking down her
blouse. By now I’d learned her name - Naomi. She would also be working
with eighth graders, same as me, but this was the first time we’d really
had a chance to talk one-on-one.
At first it was the usual small talk - what schools we’d gone to, what
we’d been doing since graduation, some basic social information -
husbands, kids, and the like. Naomi was about four years older than me
and had also graduated from the same highs school as me although she went
on to college in central Pennsylvania while I chose mid-Ohio for my
undergraduate work. She’d been a fulltime substitute here for the past
several years and was surprised that I’d somehow managed to get in
without having “paid my dues” so to speak. A potentially sticky
situation was avoided when she changed to the subject to our previous
lunch conversation.
“I noticed you didn't say a whole lot yesterday,” Naomi commented, “That
tells me one of two things... either you’ve been remarkably clueless or
it was something you didn’t want to share. Now you don’t look like the
clueless type so...”
She left it hanging for me to finish. Obviously I wasn't about to tell
her anything like I had been thinking about the day before and I wondered
just what she was fishing for from me... and why?”
“Well except for a student teaching stint with eighth graders, I’ve only
taught sixth grade and below,” I said, trying to avoid the question but
she seemed to read me like a book and I knew I wasn’t fooling her one
bit.
“That good, huh?” she said in a soft voice, smiling at me with a
conspiratorial look.
I must have blushed or something to give myself away because she
continued with, “You can tell me. Don't worry, I won’t tell anyone
else.”
Yeah, and whatever it was she was going to do wouldn’t hurt not to
mention she was from the government and here to help me. Next thing you
know she was going to tell me she loved me and would respect me in the
morning. Like I hadn’t heard THAT line before.
Seeing I wasn't about to share anything “juicy”, she leaned over close to
me and whispered, “Would it help if I admitted that I left an extra
button undone that day the boy had looked down my blouse?”
I smiled at that and answered, “Maybe... so did you?”
Naomi smiled back saying, “Didn't you say your dad was a lawyer or
something? I can tell.”
“I suppose a little rubbed off,” I answered, shrugging my shoulders.
“Well, I never have sex with a student so don't get any wrong ideas,” she
hurriedly said, “But then haven’t you ever gone home a little horny
seeing those cute little boys all worked up over you?”
Where the heck was she going with all this? So far she really hadn't
such much of anything. Nothing she mentioned was anything she said she
had DONE, just asking me IF she had done them then what would I think.
It was all a little too cagey for me and suddenly I felt a strong feeling
of paranoia. Was I being set up? Better safe than sorry, right?
“Look Naomi, this is making me a little uncomfortable,” I protested,
gathering my things.
That effectively ended our conversation and we went our separate ways
amicably. As things turned out, by the end of the week we learned that
one of the teachers had been quietly let go but not quietly enough to
avoid the rumor mill. Apparently my Spidey-senses had been on the money.
“Naomi”, or whatever her real name was, was indeed an undercover agent or
whatever, working for the school and police to identify teachers with
potential issues regarding improper student-teacher relationships.
Boy, talk about dodging a bullet!
Chapter 3 - First Week of School
================================
If students think THEY are nervous the first week of school, then they
should know how their new teacher is feeling. They had one new teacher
to deal with, I had 32 new students. They had one name to learn, I had
dozens and that's not including nicknames.
It didn’t help that memories of the last eighth grade class I’d taught
were still etched deep in my memory. True, I was much younger and less
experienced then, not to mention constantly under the thumb of my mentor,
but they still haunted me. I guess somehow I’d forgotten what it was to
be that age or maybe kids were just maturing faster now in the thirteen
or so years since I’d been in their desks. Whatever it was, nothing
prepared me for the blatancy of the little pervs!
What I mean is that when kids are younger (and I say this based on years
of babysitting experience), the idea of sex is either something they
don’t even think about or it’s just a big game to them. In either case
it doesn’t result in anything actually happening from a sexual point of
view. Sure there are plenty of “naughty babysitter” stories written by
men who probably never got anything closer to being a babysitter than
driving one home but they usually involve the sitter doing the initiating
work.
Then there are the high school kids and here I draw on my own memories.
While I may have teased my share of teachers, I never actually DID
anything with any of them or even came close. At that age it’s just all
too easy to flirt and flash but I was more interested in the boys in
class than the guy teaching in front. From what I saw, the guys were hot
for some of the younger teachers but maybe it was our school policies or
whatever, they just didn't DO anything - at least not like you see on TV
these days.
Seventh and eighth grade is different though. The hormones or kicking in
and it’s like giving a kid keys to the car without any driving lessons.
Face it, most parents may have “the talk” but it never what the kid needs
to hear - or know. It’s almost amusing in some ways to see them, the
boys especially, stumble about trying to maintain that they aren't really
interested in girls yet at the same time obviously wanting to know a lot
more about them. It’s like the slightest stimulus brings them to
erection and sometimes I wonder if they even know it’s happening. All
the potty talk and teasing is just a cover-up for their emerging desires.
Meanwhile, as their teacher I have to try and give them the education
they need while dealing with this flood of hormones that is distracting
them at every turn. I suppose I could have dressed in a potato sack
every day but even then I don't know if that would have put a damper on
the boy’s interests in me.
The girls were just as tough to handle but in a different way. Whereas
the boys become boisterous and obnoxious, the girls turned into little
princesses, acting like the world owed them everything and that they had
the answers to anything. It wasn't about class work for them, it was all
clothes, boys and sex and not necessarily in any particular order.
Chapter 4 – Parents
===================
Parent-teacher conferences are one of those things that are looked at
differently by everyone involved. As a student you worry about what
great secrets about you are going to be divulged - by both sides of the
table. As a parent I imagine the concern over how your kid is doing
compared to the rest. Of course you KNOW yours is the best behaved and
the perfect student but does that stupid teacher know it?
Now I have the joy (being sarcastic) of experiencing it from the
teacher’s perspective. One of the good things about our school being
located in a high-rent area with Type-A rich parents is the high level of
participation by the parents in their child’s schooling. Then again, one
of the worse things about it the same parents participate actively in
their child’s schooling!
What I mean is that it’s great to see the classroom packed with parents,
generally mother and father for the most part unlike the inner city
schools where half the kids don't even have one parent representing them.
On the other hand, these same parents seem to feel their ridiculously
high school taxes and upper-class standing entitle them to a say in how
the school is run - in particular how I as their child’s teacher behave
and operate.
If there is one thing I DID learn over the course of an exhausting
evening was that all this crap in the erotic story universe about parent-
teacher conferences is just that - crap. The favorite fantasy of a
divorced father showing up and hitting on the impressionable young
teacher - who of course welcomes such advances, and instantly falls to
her knees to blow him right then and there in the classroom basically has
absolutely no basis in reality!
Oh sure, the fathers LOOK. One nice thing about a public school versus
the private Christian school I taught at previously is that now I can
actually wear a normal skirt and blouse instead of an 1800’s vintage
dress that looked like a prop from Little House on the Prairie. Although
the public school dress code doesn’t specifically call out a requirement
for a bra (unlike my previous employer’s version), it does warn against
“inappropriate” and ‘revealing” clothing which pretty much leaves a lot
open to interpretation. We were warning during InServ week that all such
interpretations were made by the school so we shouldn't plan on reporting
to class looking like a streetwalker and then try to claim that it’s our
personal interpretation of “inappropriate”.
Personally I like to hold parent conferences seated at the student desks
instead of doing them from my own desk. The idea is to make it less
dominating and overbearing when I talk to the parents. In doing so my
skirt tends to ride up a bit which and it always pleases me to gather my
fair share of discreet (and some not so discreet) looks but nothing in
terms of actual advances, at least not this early in the school year when
everyone is still new to one another.
It also probably didn't help that in our school system parental
involvement is incredibly high so the wife was usually there next to her
husband which tended to keep them in line. Even so, the few single
fathers that showed up were just as careful not to cross any lines. Of
course it didn't bother me a bit to see their eyes drift down to my chest
or to my exposed thighs. Let’s be honest, I would’ve quite disappointed
if they hadn’t!
Each conference only lasted ten minutes as this early in the school year
there was really nothing to repot in terms of progress or problems. The
point was more for introductions and to answer any questions the parents
might have about their child’s education. Also, many parents want to
meet their child’s teacher and ensure that we knew THEIR child was
special and gifted. It’s amazing that 90% of the class was in the top
1%, at least according to their parents.
Even though I was a “new” teacher, it’s not like I just fell off the
turnip truck. With several years under belt at my previous school these
weren’t my first experiences with parents so I felt pretty confident
ahead of time. Perhaps the only thing that had me concerned me was the
same thing that I worried about earlier...
When my dad, and then later mu husband, insisted I attend a “family” sex
party with them, one of the things that worried me was whether I would
meet the same families outside of a party, like shipping for groceries or
just walking through town. That would have been easy to deal with
compared to my greatest fear - having the parents of one of the boys who
did me come walking into my classroom. Heck, maybe even the dad had done
me too!
Thankfully nothing like that happened but still, the mere fact I had to
worry about it was reason enough, at least so far as I was concerned, to
stop doing this sort of thing. Just because I’d dodged a bullet this
time didn't mean I would the next and I would have to live with this
apprehension for years to come if not more.
Chapter 5 – Only Human
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Sometimes I think people look at me and judge me in ways I can’t even
imagine. As a general rule I simply don't care if they do as there’s
nothing I can do to stop them or change their minds. Still, I’m just as
human as the next girl and I DO have my pride and ego. As such I guess
there are two things that I really don’t like when I hear people say them
about me.
The first is when people seem to think I do nothing in my life but have
sex or worry about when I can have sex again. Like I run around dressed
like a whore, luring every weak man into my web of desire and fucking
total strangers every night and twice on Sundays. They read my diary and
fail to notice the weeks if not months between entries and think it
represents a picture of my daily routine.
The truth is much different. Of course I admit up front that I’m more
obsessed with sex and erotica than the average woman but as I said, I’m
only human and I think most people would be like me if they were raised
with the opportunities and gifts that I’ve been given. Yes, I have some
form of sex most every day but usually that’s with my horny husband.
Yes, I masturbate at least once a day, usually twice and sometimes more.
Yes, I love to swap partners and the thrill of being with someone totally
new and unknown helps keep our marriage as fresh as it was on day one.
OK, that said... NO, I don't go out and pick up men every night for sex,
NO, I don't engage in incest every day, or barely every week for that
matter. No, I don’t pursue young boys for sex (or girls for that
matter). OK, I AM human so if put me in the situation where saying “No”
is all but impossible I am not that strong-willed to where I can always
resist.
Overall, I’m not that much different from most any other woman I would
like to think. It’s not so much ME that is different but the situations
I find myself in, together with the opportunities I’ve been provided that
force my hand. After all, I’m only human!
One example should serve to illustrate what I mean...
I now spend hours every day with boys thirteen to fourteen years old,
many of whom look older with a few less mature than their peers. For any
woman to see their emerging manhood and the natural sexuality that
practically oozes from every pore of their young hard bodies and NOT
wonder for at least a moment what they would look like naked would be
hard for me to swallow. No doubt a lifetime of conditioning would cause
them to push such thoughts out of their heads but you can’t stop that
first thought to enter your head.
Now take that same teacher and expose her to such boys in a sexually
charged environment where you see them totally nude, erect, and engaged
in sexual acts primarily with older women but now and then a younger
girls as well. Well, that’s me. After such an experience, how can
anyone fault me for not wishing I could have that same experience with
some of the hotter boys in my classroom? Even if I DO manage to resist
such urges and even eliminate them from my conscious thoughts, I’m only
human. I’m not afraid to admit I go home and masturbate about them. Who
would believe me if I said I didn't in the first place! LOL
Take Kevin as an example. He’s still thirteen although cute as hell with
the Justin Beiber haircut and bangs going. I knew he had a crush on me
from the very first day when he took a seat in the front row, a little
off to the side so he could stare at me without me seeing him most of the
time - or so he thought.
So I know what people would like to think - that I tease him with a
little leaning over the desk, maybe a little leg as I bend over, and so
forth. Such people forget about the other 23 kids in the class! It’s
not like I’m his private tutor or anything like that.
Does Kevin turn me? Well duh, I’m only human so why try to pretend
otherwise? Of course he does and I’m not ashamed to admit it. Does that
mean I’m ever going to DO anything WITH him - of course not. Does that I
don't do anything at all? Of course not...
More than once I’ve come home from school horny as hell and Steve still
wasn't home from work to take care of my needs. In such cases I like to
lay on the couch with my school clothes still on, imagining I’m in the
teacher’s lounge all alone after school when Kevin comes in. I’d told
him to see me after school to discuss his schoolwork and to meet me in
the teacher’s lounge but he didn't know the REAL reason for his
invitation.
God I could be so horny some days after school! My panties would soon be
down to my ankles - not off but stretched tightly between my ankles as I
lifted my skirt and played with myself, imagining all the while it was
Kevin’s hand and fingers that were exploring my exposed body. Then I’d
push one and then two fingers inside of me, dreaming that it was his
young thirteen year-old cock pushing its way into me. Of course it would
be his first time - even if this was the tenth time I’d imagined the very
same thing. My hands would push up my blouse and bra, exposing my breasts
as I punch my nipple to simulate his mouth and teeth tugging on them.
The next morning in class I would greet the students as they entered but
when Kevin walked in it I couldn’t help but remember how hard I’m cum on
the couch the evening before as I glanced down at his crotch and saw the
slight bulge of his young dick that I’d dreamed so much about. Had he
masturbated about me the night before? His eyes would avert mine - was
he ashamed about his thoughts of me in bed or was he trying not to let me
see the lust he harbored for me.
Would anything ever happen between Kevin and me? Absolutely NOT! Does
that I won’t keep masturbating about him and dreaming about him in class
- Absolutely NOT! After all, I AM only human.
Chapter 6 – Looking Forward
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So now after not quite a month of class in a totally new environment,
what’s next?
If I was trying to tease and make my “fans” happy, I’d say something like
scoping out the dads and trying to find one to fuck me, maybe even with
his son as a threesome. My forecast could include wild student sex
parties with one or more of my students involved, perhaps including some
of the girls in class too.
Unfortunately, it would be all too easy to write up some ridiculous
fantasy story about such things. The sad thing is I think there are some
people who would think it was all true as that’s how they see me as a
human being and a teacher.
What will really happen, heck if I know. It’s almost impossible to
foretell what WILL happen but I CAN say a few things that will NEVER
happen.
First, I will never have sex with a student. That’s always been a basic
moral principle of mine, not to mention the legal and career
ramifications of such inappropriate behavior in today’s society.
Next, I will never has sex at school with an adult (students are covered
in the first rule). I love risk and adventure, especially when it
involves sex, but you can also go TOO far sometimes and whatever fun and
enjoyment I may get from I far outweighed by ruining the rest of my life.
So what are my hopes and dreams? In between the two extremes outlined
above, there are LOTS of possibilities and opportunities. While middle
school is dominated by female teachers, there are certainly more than in
grade school. My old private school was only K-6 and there were NO male
teachers! Middle school male teachers tend to be younger, earlier in the
career than their high school peers. Some are married, some are not. In
less than a month I haven’t really developed any strong feelings about
any of them yet but only time will tell.
Of course there are the fathers - my favorite category of men for sex,
outside my husband and father of course. With a daughter and/or son in
middle school, what better time to “help” them pursue their fantasies
about the emerging sexuality of their daughter - or a friend’s if they
only have a son?
So after only a month into my newest career move I would say while I
haven’t done anything really “dairy worthy” or naughty, there is plenty
of time for that sort of thing to work its way out on its own.
THE END