My First Love

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My 8th grade English teacher.

I was in love with my 8th grade English teacher. The best part of my day was attending her class. She was 27, I was 14. She had long legs, beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes. She was smart and funny, she was everything I wanted in a woman.

I would flirt with her all the time, and it seemed like she would flirt with me too. I knew she was too old for me and it was illegal and she was my hot teacher, but all of this made it even better. I wanted to go out with her, on a date or something. I thought, what’s the worst that could happen if I asked her out. So one day I decided to stay after class. I went up to her disk and said, “Ms. Summers, I don’t want this to come off as weird or anything, but I really like you. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime, maybe go to the movies or something?” And  she said yes. I was so excited, I couldn’t contain myself. I was going to go on a date with the hot, older teacher of mine!

We planned that she would pick me up on Friday at 6pm. She made me swear not to tell anyone. I promised, but I wanted to so bad. I know my friends would give me so many points for going on a date with the teacher, but I kept my word and didn’t say a thing. So Friday night comes around. I tell her to park a block away from my house so no one sees. She’s there exactly at 6pm to pick me up. I tell my parents that I’m going to a friends house, probably staying the night. Anyway, I get in the car and immediately she gives me a kiss, on the lips. She then says, “What do you want to do?” I didn’t know, so I just said, “We could go to the drive in theater that is a couple miles from here.” She agrees.

We get to the open field where the movie was playing. I don’t even remember what movie it was, I think John Candy was in it. So it’s just her and I all alone in the car. Suddenly my stomach starts feeling weird. I’m ready to tell her that I need to go the bathroom but just as I’m about to, she says she needs to go. So I say, “No problem babe, I’ll wait for ya.” She kisses me again and then leaves. Well she is gone for over 20 minutes and during that time, I just couldn’t hold it anymore. So I grabbed a bag I found in her car, pulled down my pants and did what I had to do. It just kept going and wouldn’t stop, it filled up the entire bag. Then I saw her coming back to the car so I quickly tied up the bag the best I could and put it in the back seat under some clothes she had back there. She gets in the car and immediately starts making out with me. I needed to go the bathroom and clean myself up, but she held me tight and it was pretty awesome so I stayed. We make out for at least an hour. She lets me touch her boobs and everything. She drops me off at my house and says to me as I’m getting out, “Hey stud, we should do this again.” Then she grabs my ass, which is completely soaked by now, and takes off.

The next day at school I come into her class and what do I see? My bag of sh*t, right there on her desk, front and center. She didn’t even say anything about it, she just kept it there for the rest of the year. We still went out a few more times, had sex, but there was always this weird awkwardness between us.

Finally one day, I ended up calling it off with her, and I never saw my bag of sh*t again.

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  1. Anonymous says:

    WTF did I just read

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