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Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jun 11, 2009
Scenario:
Rick-High school student who's schoolboy crush on his teacher has developed into something unhealthy
Stephanie Parks- Dedicated teacher who has always provided guidance and mentorship to Rick thinking he had more potential than he was showing.
Begin:
This was the day that I had to make my move. I just knew it was the right time. Ms. Parks (Stephanie was her first name) was at a low point and this was my time to swoop in.
Stephanie had been my teacher several years over. I first met her at middle school where she was my home room teacher. I was a bit shy and got bullied a lot then, but she was always so nice to me. I was sure she liked me. Why else would she have stuck up for me then. I always stuck around after class to help her out when I could. She was always so appreciative. Some of the other guys said she was nice just because she felt sorry for me, which pissed me off. I liked to think that maybe she liked me....yeah I'm pretty sure that's it.
As luck would have it, she switched to teaching high school the same year that I entered high school and wouldn't you know, I ended up in her class. I always liked the fact that she talked to me in a knowing way, and that I knew her better than the other boys in the class. It used to bother me when she spent too much time talking to another student, because I felt it there was something really special between us and I hated seeing some other guy talking to her.
She really was amazing. The way her hair curled down the back of her slender neck, her feminine neckline leading along a pronounced collarbone to her perfectly proportioned womanly shoulders which were often amplified by pads in the jackets she wore. Her breasts were perfectly sized; not huge and droopy, nor were they bumps; they were the optimal proportion for her petite frame. She had a slender waistline, which led to perfectly rounded hips, and an athletic ass. She had perfectly toned thighs leading down to the most sensual calves I have ever seen on a woman. When I saw them flexing in high heels my heart would speed up.
She often wore business suits which outlined her perfect physique like a glove. I remember so many times sitting in her class watching her reaching up to the chalkboard with her calves flexed, and her defined ass stretching pressed against the back of her business suit skirt as I tried desperately to hide my erection. I learned very quickly that track pants were never to be worn to class. Jeans aided discretion considerably.
I loved in the spring when she wore light cotton skirts and I could see the outline of her legs beautifully. I stared at her all the time, dreaming about seeing her naked. One time she asked me a question in class and I was so entranced by her feminine beauty that I didnât even hear her. She sort of looked at me awkwardly and repeated the questionâ¦..âRickâ¦care to read the next passage?â. I was somewhat embarrassed because I think the whole class could tell why I was staring yet I stumbled and did the reading as best I could.
I guessed she was in her early 30âs. If she was any older than that she was hiding it very well.
Her areas were English and History, yet as an extra curricular she taught dance after school. I immediately signed up in my first year so I could be near her. Unfortunately I got stuck with some other girl as a dance partner. I used to stick around after the lesson trying to get extra help in hopes that Stephanie would do tangos and waltzes with me, which she did initially but eventually she asked one of the other girls in the dance club to give me extra help. That hurt.
Near the end of the first year I was walking along the road and I did a double take. Looking across the street I saw Stephanie walking hand in hand with a man who looked to be at least 10-15 years older than her. My Stephanie!!! I was devastated! How could she. I always thought I was a special student. I dreamed of the day when I would be able to be intimate with my favourite teacher. I canât describe how hurt and betrayed I felt. She spotted me and waved as though it was perfectly normal for her to be walking hand in hand with another guy.
I eventually asked about him and she said he was her boyfriend. I was crushed! I tried to hide it but she could see. She looked at me, smiling; her eyes filled with sympathy as she started trying to complement me and make me feel better. PITY!!! For christs sake. I could only make her feel sorry for me??!!
Over time I made a few more inquiries when alone with her before she said âRick, I am not comfortable talking about my personal life with you. Letâs talk about school, and keep my private life out of thisâ, in a sweet but firm tone.
On several occasions when I addressed her as Stephanie she reminded me to call her Ms. Parks.
By the end of my first year I had suddenly hit a huge growth spurt. I gained almost six inches, and going to the gym actually worked for a change. I actually became quite big for my age. Naturally the bullies backed off in a huge hurry, and actually started being rather polite. Good call since I had years of rage built up against their kind and was looking for an excuse to collect the tab with interest. My new found size and physique had other consequences. â¦â¦.Girls. That rare and mysterious species that used to not even know I existed suddenly became aware of my presence. Some actually talked to me. One or two even flirted or grabbed my bicep. Rags to riches. I suddemly hung with the cool crowd and was popular with females.
Eventually, I started getting invited to parties as though the geek loser I used to be was dead and a whole new guy was born. One night at a party, a girl from my math class asked me if I wanted to go upstairs. I really didnât because I wanted to save myself for Stephanie, but combining alcohol and the fact that I was strangely horny I agreed. Eventually one thing led to another and I had my first sexual experience with none other that one of the chearleaders! Not bad for a guy who just over 12 months ago was being shoved into lockers. I felt guilty for having sex because I felt I betrayed Stephanie. On the flip side, doing it with someone else for my first time might have been a good thing since I lasted all of 20 seconds before I lost all control and unleashed my orgasm inside of her. I would hate for that to happen with Stephanie. I realized that I would have to get a bit more practice in before I consummated my relationship with her. I had a few more girls, just to learn a few tricks. I owed it to Stephanie to satisfy her when it happened. Subsequently I sought out every opportunity to have sex, and due to my physique which was big for a high school student, I seemed to score quite regularly. I felt terrible that I couldnât offer her my virginity anymore, but that was necessary to have some experience. I would have gladly waited for her even though I knew she probably wasnât a virgin. In some ways I really wish my first time could have been with her. It would have been so much more romantic than upstairs at a party with that cheerleader skank.
Once Stephanie even commented on my new physique. On one hand I was afraid she was just doing it as a friend and mentor, in hopes to help build her students confidence, but part of me desperately wanted to believe that she found me attractive.
Opportunity strikes! When assisting another faculty member I overheard to of the other teachers talking to each other about Stephanie. Evidently they were not aware that I was there. Apparently, she broken up with her boyfriend a few months ago and had been quite upset about it. I could feel my heart speed up so much that it almost beat out of my chest. I had already found out that Stephanie lived in another township almost 40 minutes away. As luck would have it, some friends of our family owned a cottage just about 15-20 minutes further out than that, and were gone to Europe for a month and left us the keys. I hatched a plan. If I could find an excuse to meet her after school on Friday, I could maneuver her to driving me out there since she would almost be going that far anyway. Once there, we would be alone. As soon as we got out there I could either try to invite her in or even initiate a romantic interlude right there in the car. Due to my recent birthday, I was now officially of legal age in this state so there would be nothing stopping her.
On Fridays she helped with the girlâs volleyball team, and I was around always to use the gym. I knew I could arrange to bump into her while she walked out of the school after practice. From there I could get a ride and by the end of the night have the woman of my dreams. By the time we got all the way out to the cottage it would be dark out. Of course she would want to. She always liked me. It was now just a matter of time.
Rick-High school student who's schoolboy crush on his teacher has developed into something unhealthy
Stephanie Parks- Dedicated teacher who has always provided guidance and mentorship to Rick thinking he had more potential than he was showing.
Begin:
This was the day that I had to make my move. I just knew it was the right time. Ms. Parks (Stephanie was her first name) was at a low point and this was my time to swoop in.
Stephanie had been my teacher several years over. I first met her at middle school where she was my home room teacher. I was a bit shy and got bullied a lot then, but she was always so nice to me. I was sure she liked me. Why else would she have stuck up for me then. I always stuck around after class to help her out when I could. She was always so appreciative. Some of the other guys said she was nice just because she felt sorry for me, which pissed me off. I liked to think that maybe she liked me....yeah I'm pretty sure that's it.
As luck would have it, she switched to teaching high school the same year that I entered high school and wouldn't you know, I ended up in her class. I always liked the fact that she talked to me in a knowing way, and that I knew her better than the other boys in the class. It used to bother me when she spent too much time talking to another student, because I felt it there was something really special between us and I hated seeing some other guy talking to her.
She really was amazing. The way her hair curled down the back of her slender neck, her feminine neckline leading along a pronounced collarbone to her perfectly proportioned womanly shoulders which were often amplified by pads in the jackets she wore. Her breasts were perfectly sized; not huge and droopy, nor were they bumps; they were the optimal proportion for her petite frame. She had a slender waistline, which led to perfectly rounded hips, and an athletic ass. She had perfectly toned thighs leading down to the most sensual calves I have ever seen on a woman. When I saw them flexing in high heels my heart would speed up.
She often wore business suits which outlined her perfect physique like a glove. I remember so many times sitting in her class watching her reaching up to the chalkboard with her calves flexed, and her defined ass stretching pressed against the back of her business suit skirt as I tried desperately to hide my erection. I learned very quickly that track pants were never to be worn to class. Jeans aided discretion considerably.
I loved in the spring when she wore light cotton skirts and I could see the outline of her legs beautifully. I stared at her all the time, dreaming about seeing her naked. One time she asked me a question in class and I was so entranced by her feminine beauty that I didnât even hear her. She sort of looked at me awkwardly and repeated the questionâ¦..âRickâ¦care to read the next passage?â. I was somewhat embarrassed because I think the whole class could tell why I was staring yet I stumbled and did the reading as best I could.
I guessed she was in her early 30âs. If she was any older than that she was hiding it very well.
Her areas were English and History, yet as an extra curricular she taught dance after school. I immediately signed up in my first year so I could be near her. Unfortunately I got stuck with some other girl as a dance partner. I used to stick around after the lesson trying to get extra help in hopes that Stephanie would do tangos and waltzes with me, which she did initially but eventually she asked one of the other girls in the dance club to give me extra help. That hurt.
Near the end of the first year I was walking along the road and I did a double take. Looking across the street I saw Stephanie walking hand in hand with a man who looked to be at least 10-15 years older than her. My Stephanie!!! I was devastated! How could she. I always thought I was a special student. I dreamed of the day when I would be able to be intimate with my favourite teacher. I canât describe how hurt and betrayed I felt. She spotted me and waved as though it was perfectly normal for her to be walking hand in hand with another guy.
I eventually asked about him and she said he was her boyfriend. I was crushed! I tried to hide it but she could see. She looked at me, smiling; her eyes filled with sympathy as she started trying to complement me and make me feel better. PITY!!! For christs sake. I could only make her feel sorry for me??!!
Over time I made a few more inquiries when alone with her before she said âRick, I am not comfortable talking about my personal life with you. Letâs talk about school, and keep my private life out of thisâ, in a sweet but firm tone.
On several occasions when I addressed her as Stephanie she reminded me to call her Ms. Parks.
By the end of my first year I had suddenly hit a huge growth spurt. I gained almost six inches, and going to the gym actually worked for a change. I actually became quite big for my age. Naturally the bullies backed off in a huge hurry, and actually started being rather polite. Good call since I had years of rage built up against their kind and was looking for an excuse to collect the tab with interest. My new found size and physique had other consequences. â¦â¦.Girls. That rare and mysterious species that used to not even know I existed suddenly became aware of my presence. Some actually talked to me. One or two even flirted or grabbed my bicep. Rags to riches. I suddemly hung with the cool crowd and was popular with females.
Eventually, I started getting invited to parties as though the geek loser I used to be was dead and a whole new guy was born. One night at a party, a girl from my math class asked me if I wanted to go upstairs. I really didnât because I wanted to save myself for Stephanie, but combining alcohol and the fact that I was strangely horny I agreed. Eventually one thing led to another and I had my first sexual experience with none other that one of the chearleaders! Not bad for a guy who just over 12 months ago was being shoved into lockers. I felt guilty for having sex because I felt I betrayed Stephanie. On the flip side, doing it with someone else for my first time might have been a good thing since I lasted all of 20 seconds before I lost all control and unleashed my orgasm inside of her. I would hate for that to happen with Stephanie. I realized that I would have to get a bit more practice in before I consummated my relationship with her. I had a few more girls, just to learn a few tricks. I owed it to Stephanie to satisfy her when it happened. Subsequently I sought out every opportunity to have sex, and due to my physique which was big for a high school student, I seemed to score quite regularly. I felt terrible that I couldnât offer her my virginity anymore, but that was necessary to have some experience. I would have gladly waited for her even though I knew she probably wasnât a virgin. In some ways I really wish my first time could have been with her. It would have been so much more romantic than upstairs at a party with that cheerleader skank.
Once Stephanie even commented on my new physique. On one hand I was afraid she was just doing it as a friend and mentor, in hopes to help build her students confidence, but part of me desperately wanted to believe that she found me attractive.
Opportunity strikes! When assisting another faculty member I overheard to of the other teachers talking to each other about Stephanie. Evidently they were not aware that I was there. Apparently, she broken up with her boyfriend a few months ago and had been quite upset about it. I could feel my heart speed up so much that it almost beat out of my chest. I had already found out that Stephanie lived in another township almost 40 minutes away. As luck would have it, some friends of our family owned a cottage just about 15-20 minutes further out than that, and were gone to Europe for a month and left us the keys. I hatched a plan. If I could find an excuse to meet her after school on Friday, I could maneuver her to driving me out there since she would almost be going that far anyway. Once there, we would be alone. As soon as we got out there I could either try to invite her in or even initiate a romantic interlude right there in the car. Due to my recent birthday, I was now officially of legal age in this state so there would be nothing stopping her.
On Fridays she helped with the girlâs volleyball team, and I was around always to use the gym. I knew I could arrange to bump into her while she walked out of the school after practice. From there I could get a ride and by the end of the night have the woman of my dreams. By the time we got all the way out to the cottage it would be dark out. Of course she would want to. She always liked me. It was now just a matter of time.