I never really wanted to be a teacher. Still, the promise of a golden handshake, a high starting salary, and the possibility of being fast-tracked to head of department was a no-brainer for me after finishing university. For the first few years of my teaching life, I worked as a substitute teacher, enjoying the flexibility and relative freedom. Still, I was not quite able to let go of my student lifestyle. After a while,...

I don't have the chance to speak to Abi during class on Friday. The lesson is set aside for a mock exam, but we exchange knowing smiles as she comes into the room, looking sensational, as ever. Her hair is down around her shoulders today, her breasts as pert as ever in her tight white blouse, separated by her tie. The purple plaid miniskirt seems shorter than usual, and her legs are on full show as she had elected not to...

The half-term break seems to have been the longest week of my life. I keep revisiting my half-hour of passion with Abi over and over. She is still sending me messages and pictures from a sun-drenched holiday in Italy with her family and teasing, hot, sensational, revealing, sexy pictures. Her frolicking on a beautiful sandy beach in various bikinis. Out and about in some picturesque old town in the evenings, wearing gorge...

I am tingling with anticipation about the field trip to Stratford-upon-Avon with my students, not because of the Shakespeare play but because of the possibility of being alone with Abi in my hotel room afterwards. Our steamy encounter in the back of my car the previous week had only furthered my desire for her, and she occupies my mind most of the time now. I carefully select my clothes for the trip – my best jeans, t-shi...

A few weeks had passed since the field trip, and Abi and I hadn't been alone together since. Something had always seemed to get in the way. On Friday, our illustrious head teacher, Mr. Knowles, had scheduled a staff meeting for the Friday afternoon after the final lesson, which did nothing to help his declining popularity amongst the staff. The following Friday, I was ill, and a substitute teacher took the class. Abi mess...

I was buzzing about the flat, tidying, and getting ready for Abi. The nervousness I felt was understandable, given the escalating nature of our relationship. I was beginning to think I might be falling in love with her, though the only real time we spent together was in lessons or having sex, not really a normal basis for a relationship. I also kept reminding myself that she is 18 and about to go off to university. You ar...

The final week of the term started with a mini-heatwave, resulting in large air conditioning units having to be set up in the sports hall to try and keep it at a comfortable temperature whilst exams were going on. I had to oversee a few exams during the week, but on Thursday I was back in my classroom, completing end-of-year reports during a rare free period when I heard a soft knock at the door. I turned my head and saw...

The summer holidays were now in full effect, exams were over for better or worse, and it was time to relax. I was missing seeing Abi; the messages had dried up a little as she was working part-time for her dad. Then one lunchtime, I received a message: "Hiya, I've taken the afternoon off; wanna come over? I need your opinion on something ;)" I jumped in the car and drove over straight away, parking around the corner to no...