My Female Teacher
In 9th grade I got a new Norwegian teacher. She was 25 and had just finished school. We were her first class. I didn't take long before all the other students started hating her. Everyone got worse grades than they had before, and once they started hating her, they talked more back when she told us to be quiet, which made her more angry, which made them hate her more. In the end EVERYONE in my class hated her.
Except me. I was the nice and quiet girl, so she never had any reason to dislike me. To me, it felt like she was always smiling. She had a nice smile.
We also had her in arts, and in those classes we could talk while we worked. There weren't many students in that class, so usually we were all in the same conversation. Including her. We talked about favourite music, actors, movies etc. She liked many of the same as me, which none of the other students did. The Beatles, Audrey Hepburn, Breakfast at Tiffany's, Amelié. She was like my soulmate.
I couldn't focus in class, because all I could think about was her. I looked at her standing in front of the class teaching, but i couldn't hear anything. I just looked at her pretty hair, her deep beautiful blueish-green eyes, and her long eyelashes. I noticed how good her eyeshadow fit with her eyes. I looked at her mouth moving, still blocking out what she was saying. Her mouth looked so soft, and her skin was flawless. I looked at her hands. They also looked soft and her nails were the perfect length. I looked at her pretty clothes (I live in Norway and the teachers dress very casual) I noticed how her boobs looked i all her shirts. Always perfect. Not to big, and not to small. Whenever se would turn around, i would stare at her ***. Also perfect. When she turned back around my eyes would go back to her face. I was turned on everytime we had her.
I spent so much time fantasizing about her. Me and her making out. Me and her in bed. Me and her in the shower. Touching me, and kissing me gently. Doing it rough. Sneeking around. In my dreams we could do anything, but no one could ever know.
It was like this every lesson, and i was always looking forward to her classes. Luckily i was pretty good in Norwegian (and arts), so when we had tests, or had to write essays it wasn't to hard to impress her. But when we were working with things during class I always asked for help, even though i didn't need it. When she would come over to my desk, I would feel my heart pounding in my chest, my body was getting tingly, and I was getting more and more wet.
Of course nothing ever happened becase
a) She was 11 years older than me
b) She was my teacher
c) She was enganged
d) Her fiance was a man - I was a 14 year old girl
e) I could never tell her
After a year she moved away