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When I was in high school and middle school, I knew we had very little respect for substitute teachers. To us, it wasn't a flunky job or anything disrespectful. We just didn't give the same credit to someone filling in for a day or two when the regular teacher wanted a day off.
In today's society, I knew that substitute teachers weren't looked at with the highest amount of respect either, but I needed a job, and it was something different. So I took a risk, and jumped head-first into something I knew nothing about.
Four years later, I could not believe my luck. I was having a blast, hanging out with a bunch of awesome students in high schools, and more than anything, being lucky enough to cover classes for most of the older kids, hanging out with sixteen, seventeen and eighteen year old hot chicks and funny as hell high school guys who liked to brag about ass they most likely weren't getting, and booze they most likely were actually drinking.
Little did I know that being in this position as a "cool" dude would lead to bigger, better, hotter and sexier things.
The first incident happened two days prior to the end of my fourth year as a substitute teacher. And most incredibly, it happened with a girl I'd been checking out (and had noticed looking at me) since she'd had her sixteenth birthday and I'd brought in cupcakes and candles for her day in class.
The best part about it? She initiated it, and said it was "thanks" for me being so special to her, and making her feel so good. She offered to reciprocate the favor, and make "ME" feel good.
Believe me, she knew how to do just what she promised.
The day was over. The administrators had cleaned out most of their offices for the school year. There were just a couple of days left before the students would call it good for the summer.
I had been a regular in the building all year, spending almost every day with the high school kids, having a good time, and getting paid for what I didn't even consider a job. I always considered it more of a fun duty, and I was fortunate enough to have the opportunity do more than anything, babysit a bunch of grown kids that knew exactly what they were doing (I considered it free money).
As the day finished, one of the girls approached me and said she wanted to say goodbye to me. I said goodbye, and, without warning, she wrapped her arms around me, giving me a massive hug.
I felt an amazingly sexy pair of teenage boobs pushing against my chest. I gently pushed back, my face growing hot, and said, "Wow. Thanks Marissa. What was that for?"
She smiled at me shyly, and just said, "You're the best. Really. You've made this year amazing. And I wanted to say thanks. Especially for the birthday cupcakes and candles."
I just smiled, and said, "You're welcome. It's all good. I'm glad I made your day special. I'm glad I could do something good for someone."
She smiled back at me, and said, "Well, I'd like to repay the favor. Can I do something good for you? To make you feel special?"
I stood there, hoping and praying she couldn't tell by the look on my face, or the thoughts in my head, that I was thinking "Yeah. You could let me unzip my fly right here, and suck my dick until I blew in your mouth, popping off a massive orgasm between those succulent teenage lips", but I just shrugged and said, "Don't worry. It's okay. But thank you for being so kind and offering."
She smiled and said, "Well, if you think of something, keep me in mind. I probably won't see you until next year. Unless I run into you somewhere in town. So I hope you have a good summer."
As I left at the end of the day, all I could think of was Marissa's offer. Yes, not a smart idea, considering being a teacher of any sorts would get anyone in trouble. But I couldn't get the feeling of her perky boobs off my mind, the swelling of my dick out of my head, or thinking about what I'd do to her teenage body if ever given the chance.
I was home alone for the next couple of evenings. My wife and kids were out of town, visiting some relatives, the school year already over for them (in a different district), so I was playing around on the computer.
"Hey Mr. D. What's happening?"
It was Marissa, sending me a message on Facebook.
I actually wanted to respond, "I'm hard, and wish you were here", but thinking smartly, I just responded "Hey you. Not a lot. Just chilling after a long day. Listening to some music."
She responded with, "Where's the wife and kids?"
To which I responded with (not having a reason to hesitate, considering I was pretty open with most of the kids I knew), "Out of town for a few days. I'm solo for a bit. So I'm chilling."
Her response shocked me.
"I can come over, and make good on that promise I'd said earlier. You know."
I had to be firm about it, but polite. As much as I hated doing it, and the thought sucked of telling such a hot looking teenage girl no, I didn't have a choice.
"Thanks Marissa. You're a doll. You really are. But you know I can't take you up on that. As much as I'd like to, you know I can't take you up on anything. It just wouldn't be right."
And she shocked me.
"But Mr. D. I'm not gonna say anything to anyone. I mean, it's not like we'd have to do anything. Not, well, uh, unless you wanted to. We could just hang out."
And I realized that Marissa was actually implying she was potentially making a sexual offer to me. Even though I suspected it earlier, I had disregarded it, thinking I was over-reacting.
Much to my shock and utter amazement, I responded back to her on Facebook and said, "If you come over, you have to make sure it's after dark, and nobody sees you."
I didn't get a response back.
Sitting there for almost ten minutes, I got nothing back. So, thinking it was just nothing but my expectations getting stupid, I signed off.
About 9:30pm, I got a Facebook message, much to my shock, saying, "I'm right across the street. I parked down the way, in the church parking lot. I'll walk across the street if you wanna open the door."
As I walked onto the porch, sure as hell, it was Marissa walking across the street. Carrying a purse, she walked casually, very nonchalantly, and I couldn't help but glance up and down the street. Living in a quiet neighborhood (the church was empty during the week and typically every day but Saturday evening and Sunday), there was never unwanted traffic.
I opened the door quietly, looked up and down the street again, and closed the door, watching Marissa walk into my living room.
I knew I was breaking every cardinal rule that you could possibly break as a teacher. Even though I had no real intentions of "doing" anything immoral, unethical, or illegal. That wasn't a worry, considering she'd turned sixteen a few months earlier.
As Marissa walked into the living room, she turned around, and unbuttoned her coat, handing it to me. And I noticed she was wearing a nice dress top and a very cute, very dressy skirt and pair of shoes.
I smiled at her, and said, "You look really nice. You didn't have to dress up."
She smiled at me, and said, shyly, "I wanted to look nice for you. I never get to dress up, because I never get to spend time with guys. They never pay attention. But you always do."
I just smiled back at her, and said with aTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
In today's society, I knew that substitute teachers weren't looked at with the highest amount of respect either, but I needed a job, and it was something different. So I took a risk, and jumped head-first into something I knew nothing about.
Four years later, I could not believe my luck. I was having a blast, hanging out with a bunch of awesome students in high schools, and more than anything, being lucky enough to cover classes for most of the older kids, hanging out with sixteen, seventeen and eighteen year old hot chicks and funny as hell high school guys who liked to brag about ass they most likely weren't getting, and booze they most likely were actually drinking.
Little did I know that being in this position as a "cool" dude would lead to bigger, better, hotter and sexier things.
The first incident happened two days prior to the end of my fourth year as a substitute teacher. And most incredibly, it happened with a girl I'd been checking out (and had noticed looking at me) since she'd had her sixteenth birthday and I'd brought in cupcakes and candles for her day in class.
The best part about it? She initiated it, and said it was "thanks" for me being so special to her, and making her feel so good. She offered to reciprocate the favor, and make "ME" feel good.
Believe me, she knew how to do just what she promised.
The day was over. The administrators had cleaned out most of their offices for the school year. There were just a couple of days left before the students would call it good for the summer.
I had been a regular in the building all year, spending almost every day with the high school kids, having a good time, and getting paid for what I didn't even consider a job. I always considered it more of a fun duty, and I was fortunate enough to have the opportunity do more than anything, babysit a bunch of grown kids that knew exactly what they were doing (I considered it free money).
As the day finished, one of the girls approached me and said she wanted to say goodbye to me. I said goodbye, and, without warning, she wrapped her arms around me, giving me a massive hug.
I felt an amazingly sexy pair of teenage boobs pushing against my chest. I gently pushed back, my face growing hot, and said, "Wow. Thanks Marissa. What was that for?"
She smiled at me shyly, and just said, "You're the best. Really. You've made this year amazing. And I wanted to say thanks. Especially for the birthday cupcakes and candles."
I just smiled, and said, "You're welcome. It's all good. I'm glad I made your day special. I'm glad I could do something good for someone."
She smiled back at me, and said, "Well, I'd like to repay the favor. Can I do something good for you? To make you feel special?"
I stood there, hoping and praying she couldn't tell by the look on my face, or the thoughts in my head, that I was thinking "Yeah. You could let me unzip my fly right here, and suck my dick until I blew in your mouth, popping off a massive orgasm between those succulent teenage lips", but I just shrugged and said, "Don't worry. It's okay. But thank you for being so kind and offering."
She smiled and said, "Well, if you think of something, keep me in mind. I probably won't see you until next year. Unless I run into you somewhere in town. So I hope you have a good summer."
As I left at the end of the day, all I could think of was Marissa's offer. Yes, not a smart idea, considering being a teacher of any sorts would get anyone in trouble. But I couldn't get the feeling of her perky boobs off my mind, the swelling of my dick out of my head, or thinking about what I'd do to her teenage body if ever given the chance.
I was home alone for the next couple of evenings. My wife and kids were out of town, visiting some relatives, the school year already over for them (in a different district), so I was playing around on the computer.
"Hey Mr. D. What's happening?"
It was Marissa, sending me a message on Facebook.
I actually wanted to respond, "I'm hard, and wish you were here", but thinking smartly, I just responded "Hey you. Not a lot. Just chilling after a long day. Listening to some music."
She responded with, "Where's the wife and kids?"
To which I responded with (not having a reason to hesitate, considering I was pretty open with most of the kids I knew), "Out of town for a few days. I'm solo for a bit. So I'm chilling."
Her response shocked me.
"I can come over, and make good on that promise I'd said earlier. You know."
I had to be firm about it, but polite. As much as I hated doing it, and the thought sucked of telling such a hot looking teenage girl no, I didn't have a choice.
"Thanks Marissa. You're a doll. You really are. But you know I can't take you up on that. As much as I'd like to, you know I can't take you up on anything. It just wouldn't be right."
And she shocked me.
"But Mr. D. I'm not gonna say anything to anyone. I mean, it's not like we'd have to do anything. Not, well, uh, unless you wanted to. We could just hang out."
And I realized that Marissa was actually implying she was potentially making a sexual offer to me. Even though I suspected it earlier, I had disregarded it, thinking I was over-reacting.
Much to my shock and utter amazement, I responded back to her on Facebook and said, "If you come over, you have to make sure it's after dark, and nobody sees you."
I didn't get a response back.
Sitting there for almost ten minutes, I got nothing back. So, thinking it was just nothing but my expectations getting stupid, I signed off.
About 9:30pm, I got a Facebook message, much to my shock, saying, "I'm right across the street. I parked down the way, in the church parking lot. I'll walk across the street if you wanna open the door."
As I walked onto the porch, sure as hell, it was Marissa walking across the street. Carrying a purse, she walked casually, very nonchalantly, and I couldn't help but glance up and down the street. Living in a quiet neighborhood (the church was empty during the week and typically every day but Saturday evening and Sunday), there was never unwanted traffic.
I opened the door quietly, looked up and down the street again, and closed the door, watching Marissa walk into my living room.
I knew I was breaking every cardinal rule that you could possibly break as a teacher. Even though I had no real intentions of "doing" anything immoral, unethical, or illegal. That wasn't a worry, considering she'd turned sixteen a few months earlier.
As Marissa walked into the living room, she turned around, and unbuttoned her coat, handing it to me. And I noticed she was wearing a nice dress top and a very cute, very dressy skirt and pair of shoes.
I smiled at her, and said, "You look really nice. You didn't have to dress up."
She smiled at me, and said, shyly, "I wanted to look nice for you. I never get to dress up, because I never get to spend time with guys. They never pay attention. But you always do."
I just smiled back at her, and said with aTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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