Ms. Williams & Me

It was my senior year in high school. Four years had gone by and the finish line was in sight. I could not wait until I was out of school and off to college. College was going to be great and so different from high school, especially the girls. At least that was what my friends in college were telling me. My only problem was my inexperience. I was about to enter a stage of life where sex was a commonly used tool and I did not know the first thing about how to please a woman.

None of this was my fault. I was a good looking guy. I was pretty popular, played football, and yes, I did go out on dates. But none of the girls I was with ever inspired a desire to have sex. Something about their personality. It seemed as though high school girls just were not my type. Kind of funny to think about when they were the only type available. Or so I thought.

It was during the last month of school that my life changed. My science teacher was a woman named Ms. Williams and she had to be the hottest teacher the world had ever known. Her dark brown hair laid just below her shoulder. She stood at about 5′ 10 and was lightly tanned. Her round butt was accented by her very big and very beautifully shaped breasts. It was not just her looks that made her desirable though. Her attitude toward her students was playful but plutonic. She never made a sexual gesture in any form which made her that much more unattainable. Her voice is what I remember most to this day. She had a voice so pleasing to the ear that no one spoke in her class just to hear her more clearly.

With about three weeks to go in the year I got a big surprise. She asked me to stay after school one day to discuss my work in her class. I thought I had done good work until that point so you can imagine my shock at this request. I received her message during first period and worried about it all day. I could not eat lunch because my stomach was doing flips over what I might have done wrong. Eventually the end of the day arrived and I went to her classroom to face the music.

When I entered she looked up from her paper work filled desk and saw that it was me. She told me to shut the door which did not help with my pent up anxiety. I racked my brain trying to figure out what I might have done wrong and came up empty. I shut the door and stood there, frozen with fear, until she instructed me to take a seat in the desk across from her. My nerves continued to be unstable. I thought she was getting to behead me.

She signed a few pieces of paper, put them in a stack on her desk, and then looked up at me. Her brown eyes, which matched her hair perfectly, stared at me for a second. Then she spoke:

“What are your plans for college?” She asked.

This caught me way off guard. “Excuse me,” I said, “I thought you wanted to talk about my work in your class.”

“Well your work in class is very good so I thought you might be pursuing a science education in college.”

This was not what I expected at all. She wanted to talk to me about good things. I calmed down immensely and continued the conversation.

“Science has always interested me so I will probably take a few courses,” I said.

“What field of science interests you the most?” she asked.

“I hadn’t really thought about it. What interests you the most, Ms. Williams?”

“I have always loved biology. And please, call me Stacey.”

“Ok, Stacey,” this seemed a little awkward for me. I went along with it though. “What do you like about biology so much?”

“I thought I was the one who was supposed to be asking the questions here,” she let slight smile slip through as she said this. Then she noticed that I was actually interested in her response to my question. “Do you really want to know, Steve?”

I nodded. She seemed surprised at this and then leaned back in her chair. Her eyes darted up and down as if she was sizing me up. I did not know why she was doing this. I barely realized it was happening and only remember now. Then she stood up.

She walked around to the front of her desk and sat on top. Her legs were crossed at the ankles. It was a shame because I was eye level with her hips. Her hands rested on the desk, palms flat, keeping her stable as she looked me right in the eye now. I failed to return the favor though. My eyes were locked on her massive breasts. I began to wonder what they would feel like if I could just touch them for a second.

“Ahem!”

I was busted. No pun intended. Ms. Williams, Stacey as she now wanted to be known, had noticed me day dreaming about her breasts. What was I going to do? I began to look all around the room, trying to make seem as though she was mistaken. She saw right through this and let me know it.

“Do you like looking at my breasts, Steve?”

Dumbfounded by this question I tried to play dumb, “What do you mean?”

“Don’t be embarrassed. I’m flattered that you think of me that way. So answer the question. Do you like looking at them?”

“Yes ma’am.” I could not believe I just said that.

She looked at me and nodded her head up and down as to show she was thinking about something. I was more nervous now that all this had happened than I was when I thought I was in trouble. I had no idea what she could be thinking about and I was not about to ask either. She uncrossed her legs and did not cross them again. Since I was at eye level with her hips already I now had a clear view of her red lace panties. I did not want to get caught staring again so I quickly moved my eyes all around. The glimpse I did get was enough to start me getting hard.

“You know,” Ms. Williams began, “you don’t strike me as the kind of boy who would stare at a woman’s breasts. Is there something you want to tell me?”

I became extremely nervous. My heart started to beat really fast and I started to sweat. My eyes were darting all around the room, catching glimpses of her face, her panties, and her breasts. I had no clue about what to do or what to say. What was I supposed to do? What would any guy like me have done in that situation?

She was dressed to kill that day too. Her lips were covered by a deep red shade of lip stick that matched her nail polish. She was wearing a mid-length black skirt, black stockings, and black high heels. She had a woman’s suit jacket on over a white blouse with frills that ran down the center hiding the buttons.

And there I sat. I had a white T-shirt on and a pair of jeans with tennis shoes. This was a pitiful sight for anyone. She was a gorgeous woman sitting in a seductive manner in front of a decently built 18yr old who looked as though he slept in his clothes for a week. And to top all of that, my cock was getting harder by the second. I then realized that she was still looking at me waiting for an answer to her question.

“Well…uh…I …um…” I could barely think much less than speak.

“Oh!” Ms. Williams said suddenly. “I take it that you are a virgin. It’s ok. Just relax. Now I know that you are going to college and I also know that girls in college expect a bit of experience when it comes to these matters. Would you like me to help you get that experience? What kind of teacher would I be if I let my students go to college unprepared?”

All this was a big shock to me. I sat there as still as a statue and did not say a word. Fear ran through my body as I watched her take this conversation to the next level. Ms. Williams stood up from sitting on the desk and walked toward me. She bent down to me and as she did her big breasts just barely grazed the edge of my face. Her face was just in front of mine when she leaned in close and kissed me.

Her lips were soft as she pressed them against mine. Then I felt pressure on my mouth and I realized that she wanted her tongue to enter. I barely had my mouth open a millimeter and her tongue filled my mouth. She moved it all around inside and I returned the favor by slipping my tongue inside of her mouth. We kissed liked this for at least five whole minutes. I would have been happy to have just kissed all day but she wanted more. I was not about to contest.

She pulled away from my mouth and took a step back. I thought she was having second thoughts and then she motioned for me to get up and walk over to her. I did as she implied and went to her. She told me to take my shirt off because she wanted to get a better look at me. I pulled the shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor behind me. She came to me and kiss my mouth again. She then started to kiss my neck and started to work her way down my chest.

Ms. Williams ran the tip of her tongue from the top of my chest all the way down to my stomach and then back up. I was in total disbelief. She started to kiss all over my stomach when I felt a jerk near my very hard cock. I looked down and saw her unbuckling my belt. She then began to unbutton my jeans and pull down my zipper. She looked up at me for a second and smiled. Ms. Williams then went back to what she was doing and pulled off my jeans off along with my shoes and socks.

She was still kissing my stomach when she slipped one of her hands down my boxers and grabbed my cock. At first she just ran her fingers up and down the length of my shaft, getting a feel for how big I was. I guess she was happy with what she found because she pulled my boxers off next. Her kisses slowly moved further down and I could feel her nose in my pubic hair. Then I felt something else entirely. It was really good.

I felt a wetness on the head of my cock. I looked down again and now saw Ms. Williams’ mouth on the head of my cock. She did not let her mouth go any further than the head though. I felt her tongue moved all around my head and slip into the slit in my cock. I was in ecstasy. She was enjoying this herself.

I felt her mouth go further down my shaft. She reached the base of my cock and began to suck hard. I almost lost balance when I felt this but did not fall because I rested my hands on top Ms. Williams’ head. She started to move her mouth up and down my cock still sucking the whole time. Because my hands were on top of her head, she would pull up slowly and come down fast. This rhythm felt incredible. She sucked on my cock so long I lost all track of time.