Substitute Pledge
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When I look back on the sexual adventures I've had over the years, it's easy to pinpoint where they began. My senior year in high school.
Barely three weeks into my senior year, my regular teacher would not be coming back and that a permanent substitute had been hired.
Of course, right away, rumors began flying around as to what the new teacher would be like. As the week went on, we began hearing the same story over and over. She had just graduated from college where she majored in English Lit. and that she also had high hopes to start a drama club upon her arrival.
Now, one can only hear the same story so many times before you start believing it. So of course, we all started wondering what she looked like. No one, and I mean, no one, could have possibly imagined that this woman was something out of a wet dream.
When she walked into class, I swear that every guys' jaw hit their desk and every girl immediately hated her. She stood about five foot six or seven, had long brown hair with blonde highlights, and a body that could make time stop. As time went on, we all realized how much this beautiful woman loved wearing short skirts, as well.
Now, let me assure you, my joining the drama club had nothing to do with the fact that my teacher looked like something straight out of the pages of Playboy. Well, almost nothing. I am pretty sure I would have joined anyway, but the fact that I would be spending every day after school and even some weekends with this beautiful woman, certainly sweetened the deal.
I became head of the set crew and along with that, I was responsible for making sure all the actors knew their cues as well. I literally had to memorize the entire play, but also know where people had to be on stage and off. It was a lot of work, but I got to spend a lot of one on one time with Miss Paterson. Work was never so much fun.
Naturally, I got to know her very well and I found that we liked a lot of the same things. She was only six years older than me (me 18, her 24), so she could really relate to things. She liked the same music I did, watched and enjoyed the same movies I did, etc. Before long, I started going to see her in the mornings before classes started.
At about the same time, I noticed that Miss Paterson seemed to be getting very touchy feely with me. I also noticed that this only happened when we were alone in her classroom in the mornings or after play practice. She always kept me a little after the other students had left, but that was always to discuss how the practice had went or how the sets were coming along. Or so I thought.
One Monday morning, like always, I stopped into her classroom to shoot the breeze with her. She smiled very warmly and told me to have a seat. "I have some tests to look over, but I'll be with you in a sec, okay?"
I nodded. "Sure, no problem," I replied. So, I sat waiting for a couple of minutes and before long, she came to the front of the room where I was and sat on the edge of her desk.
Anyone who has ever known me, knows that I have a weakness for sexy legs and skirts. Along with those fetishes, I truly believed that every woman that wore a skirt should have thigh-highs or at least pantyhose on unerneath said skirts. Now Miss Paterson excelled in all departments. I was never sure if she had thigh-highs or pantyhose on, but every day she was wearing hosiery of some sort. In my young mind, she always wore thigh-highs with garters.
We started chatting, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her slender, shapely legs. Plus, with how she was sitting, turned slightly to the side and with her skirt short like it was, I could see almost up to her thighs. I had always noticed her sexy legs, but she had never been sitting so close with her legs right in front of me. I was very distracted to say the least!
In the middle of our conversation, she leaned back with her arms behind her on the desk and stretched her legs out in front of her, letting her heels dangle from each foot. Whatever I was saying completely froze in my throat. I could feel my face redden and a stirring from down below. Here was my teacher, turning me on to no end and I was loving every moment of it.
Miss Paterson was smiling at this point. She straightened back up and turned on her desk fully facing me. "So, what's bothering you this morning, Michael? You seem distracted."
Her noticing that I was distracted only embarressed me more, but I tried to lie hoping she would just forget about it. "Oh nothing, just not quite awake yet, that's all."
She sat there for a few seconds smiling at me. Her next statement made me wish I had never been born. "I think you're distracted by me aren't you? Specifically, my legs. Am I right?"
I don't think in my eighteen years I had ever been so embarressed or feeling so lost as to what to say or do next. I lamely tried to stammer a response that might save my ass, but it was pointless. I tried to apologise. "I'm really sorry, Miss Paterson," I stammered. "I just think you are very pretty and I... just... just... Oh hell, I should just go." Nothing I could say could cover my shame.
"Well, I'll tell you what, Michael. I know you stare at my legs and my body and I'm quite comfortable with that and with you. So, if you can keep a secret, I promise you'll get a much better and much closer look at my legs and exactly what is under my skirt. I know you wonder."
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I looked at her face and saw she was no longer smiling. She looked very serious and I really had a hard on at this point. I still was too shocked to speak however.
She had no such problem. She slid off the edge of her desk and leaned over, her face inches from mine. I was intoxicated by the sweet smell of her perfume. She lightly traced her finger down the side of my face. "You have to understand that I could lose everything if this ever gets out, so I don't want an answer from you now. Just think about it and we'll talk after school, okay?"
I nodded and in a barely audible whisper, squeaked, "Okay, I'll let you know."
I got up from my seat and started to walk out when she stopped me. "By the way, to answer that question you are dying to know the answer to, I always wear thigh-highs. Wanna see?" I stopped and slowly turned back around. She slowly and seductively slid her skirt up her leg exposing the top of her tan thigh-high. She let her skirt fall back in place and was smiling again. "Now you know." I left her classroom with my mind racing at light speed.
The rest of my day was a blur of images of her showing off her sexy legs wearing those tan thigh-highs and I must have had a day long erection. When I entered her class again for eighth period, I lit up like a fucking Christmas tree all over again. I didn't even know how to react, but she showed me no more attention than anyone else and that relaxed me.
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