Like every red-blooded American boy, I had a fantasy about having sex with a favorite teacher. I fell in lust with my Spanish teacher, Miss Carlson, the first time I saw her. It was her second year as a teacher, she told us that the first day of class, so she couldn’t have been more than twenty-three or twenty-four. She was a real fox. Today she would be called a hottie, but back in the 70’s, she was a fox. It was the time when short skirts were in and Miss Carlson wore hers a lot shorter than any of the other female teachers did. Most of them didn’t have the legs for short skirts but Maria did-long, shapely, and athletic.
Looking back on that year now, I like to refer to it as the year I majored in my Spanish teacher. I didn’t really care about learning Spanish or any other foreign language, but I wanted to please Maria, so I paid close attention in class and made sure that I never forgot to do my Spanish homework. I paid extra close attention to everything she said and done in class, especially to the things she did in class. Unlike some of the guys, I never gave her a hard time in class. On the other hand, she always made me hard. She made most of the guys hard. There were a few guys that she didn’t turn on, but those guys were more into other guys than they were into girls.
There was sort of an unwritten rule in our school that the front row of desks in any classroom was reserved for the top students in that class, so I got the seat right in front of the teacher’s desk. My mother, a teacher herself, once told me that the teacher’s desk was a symbol of their authority and that’s why they spent so much time sitting behind it. Maria spent very little time sitting behind hers. When she wasn’t at the Blackboard, she was walking up and down the isles talking with us and checking the work we were doing. We spent most of our in-class time working on oral exercises and for those she sat on her desk. Maria was actually Hispanic, like most Hispanics, she used many hand gestures as she talked. I don’t think she was even conscious of it, but the more animated she became the further her thighs parted, after a few minutes I could see all the way up between her thighs to the snowy-white crotch of her lace panties. When the weather turned warm, Maria started wearing sleeveless, cotton tops that showed a lot of cleavage and just a hint of her frilly lace bras. When the weather turned warm I started wearing a condom to class because I always shot off a couple of times during that hour-long class.
I tried to hide what was happening between my legs by keeping a magazine open on my lap. My Jeans were tight fitting so they pretty much kept the twitching to a minimum. I always position my long cock so it was already pressing down along my thigh before entering Maria’s classroom. By sheer force, I was able to stifle my moans as I shot my wad into the condom. Fortunately, Maria’s class was my last class of the day so I didn’t have to sit through another class with a condom full of my jism in my tight Jeans.
Maria was friendly but she never flirted with us. She told us jokes but there was never anything even slightly sexual in those jokes. As the months passed rapidly and June approached, I resigned myself to the fact that my fantasy of fucking this little Vixen would always remain a fantasy. Fortunately, as I have learned over the years since that spring, all the best fantasies have a way of becoming realities if you are open to it happening and if you are ready to seize the moment when it happens.
It was the week before finals and we spent most of our time in class reviewing for the finals. By Friday afternoon, I was already starting to suffer from Maria withdrawal. She had been watching me closely that day. The final bell of the year was going to ring any second. She slid slowly off her desk and walked slowly to where I sat. Letting her eyes travel from my face to my lap, lingering there for a second before traveling back up to look me in the eyes, she spoke quietly.
"Steven? Stay for a minute. There’s something I want to ask you. Something that you may be able to help me with. OK?"
I couldn’t risk speaking because I was cumming in my condom for the third time that day, so I nodded. I watched Maria walk to the rear of the room to say goodbye to everyone, to wish them luck on the finals, to wish them a good vacation. They would be graduating in a couple of weeks and would never see her again. When the last of them left, she closed the door and walked back to my desk
She looked at me for a minute and then sat down on my desk, her bare thigh mere inches from my arm, her ankle touching lightly against the outside of my thigh.
"Are you as good as everyone tells me you are?"
"Excuse me, Mar….ah…Miss Carlson?’
"No, Stevie…can I call you Stevie? I’d like us to become friends since our student/teacher relationship has ended for good. Would you like to have me as a friend?"
She slid a little further up on my desk until her thigh brushed lightly against my arm. Slipping out of her shoes, she rested her bare feet on my thighs.
"I love living in Paint Rock but there so many things I need fixed around my old house. You appears to have all the right tools."
Maria was running her toes along my hard cock.
"It’s so fucking hot in here. Why don’t we freshen up a little and go for a ride. Here’s the key to my Shelby. Why don’t you put the top down and bring it around to the side staff entranceway.