It was finally happening after months of hoping. I was a junior and was getting to fuck my English teacher from my sophomore year, Mrs Jones. At lunch I would go to her classroom and read, which I could’ve done anywhere but I enjoyed looking at her and fantasizing. Her huge tits always made her shirts poke out and she always wore pants that hugged her big, tight ass. She had recently turned 42. I still had a thing for older women after I was with Stacey. I had fucked her and cum in her several more times that summer. We had done many things together after our initial encounter. We would 69 on her bed, her wet pussy gushing into my mouth when she would squirt and her burying her nose into my balls when she would deepthroat me. Sometimes we would do anal and her asshole would tighten on my dick as I came in her ass. I loved her ass. I did anything I could to it. Sometimes we would run in the LA heat and get all sweaty and have sex as soon as we got back to her house. She would sit her sweaty asshole on my face and I would lick it clean as she did the same to my dick. She would finger my asshole too. She would always swallow all of my cum. I had so much fun with her. Too bad she had to take a job in Sacramento. We would still have phone sex every now and then but I missed her.

It was now November of my junior year and I had been going to Mrs. Jone’s classroom since the start of the year and staring and flirting. To my surprise she gave it back. After a few weeks we started getting serious. One day I was hanging out in her room after school and we were the only people there. She called me over to her desk and asked, “Garrett I think you have a little crush on me.