Lynda's Story
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"Note: The following story is true. It happened exactly as I am relating it. I have changed the names of the persons involved to protect their identities. I am leaving out dates, and locations, to further protect the individuals depicted in this TRUE story. I was asked to relate this story as I have written a number of pieces, and the person involved is not a writer."
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"I am going to tell you a story, it is a true story. I am very happy with my life, my job, and with the choices that my lover and I have made during the course of our relationship. She is 39 and I am 28. I admit, I originally met her when I was in junior high, and she was a teacher. "
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I was doing ok, had friends, and was enjoying my summer. We went to the beach, went swimming, went to the parks, and even spent time going to the Mall and hanging out or to the movies. It was an uneventful and normal summer vacation. All to soon it was over and time to start school again. My last year of Junior high, and the chance to take elective classes each of the two semesters.
The previous semester, I had taken an art class that was required, and I had chosen the ceramics and art forms class. Needless to say, I wasn"t really into drawing or painting, and this class would give me a chance to work with clay, and other substances to "create" art. I had enjoyed the work, and even got a chance to do some things with plastics, and Plexiglas. I had decided to use one of my electives this new semester, to be a T.A. (Teacher"s Assistant) in that ceramics class. I had other classes, usual things like history, math, etc. and was looking forward to school starting.
I didn"t know just how much my life was going to change that semester. School started and all looked like usual, friends talking about their summer vacations, goofing off in the hallways by the lockers, watching the girls, teasing the younger kids.. you know, you all did it…
Well, I got to all my classes, and not much had changed.. same teachers, same kids, and it looked like just about every other semester I had experienced. When it cam time to go to "Art" class, I headed to the proper classroom. I got there along with the other kids, and seeing as I was going to be the T.A. I took a stool and sat over by the supply room, in the back and away from the tables where the students sat. I knew this was where I should be, as the T.A. from last semester had graduated but this is where the T.A"s all sat last year. I waited for Mrs. Jennings to arrive to start class. I sat there and was chatting with one of my best friends, a girl named Jodi. She was in a lot of my classes the last three semesters and we had become very good friends over the last few years.
While talking to Jodi, I didn"t see that someone had walked into the room and was about to walk up to the blackboard. It got real quiet in the room, and I looked up to see a vision of beauty. There in the front of the classroom was this tall, lean, sexy woman. Maybe about 24 or 25, I wasn"t sure. Platinum Blonde hair almost halfway down her back. Blue eyes that looked like deep pools of water, and as I looked further.. a fantastic figure.. A young boy"s perfect dream or fantasy woman. She was writing her name on the board, and then explaining that she was replacing Mrs. Jennings. Her name was Miss Jan McNeil (not her real name, but close enough). WOW, I thought she was beautiful. I listened to her soft sensual voice and was immediately taken to a land of dreams and fantasies…
She started taking roll, and when finished she noticed me sitting there and I hadn"t responded to her calling out any of the names.. She asked me who I was and I told her I was the T.A. for this class, and she marked it down, and proceeded to talk to the class about the projects and things that they would be doing this semester. I just sat there watching every move of her body, looking at the movement of her hair, her legs, memorizing every thing about her. I think at that moment, nothing could ever make me forget her.
She continued to explain about the class, and seemed to every once in awhile glance over at me and smile. It was these looks and smiles that had my mind thinking all kinds of things. Well, I was a teenager, I was male, and I was normal.. and She was beautiful. School looked a whole lot different at that point. I was very interested to see what I might learn this semester. Little did I know what was about to happen.
The semester proceeded just like any other, with the only difference being Miss McNeil. Everyone was noticing her. She had long legs, a very sexy walk, and she wore very classy outfits. Mostly long ankle length skirts or dresses, once in awhile the skirt or dress would only go to her lower calf, but never higher than that. I noticed all the guys looking at her as she walked, I noticed the girls looking at her and then at the guys looking at her. I heard comments from the guys, and the girls.. I kept my mouth shut, never commenting on her, her looks or anything that was said. During class I spent most of the time in the supply room, with the half-door open to hand out supplies, or to let me watch what was happening in the classroom. Next to the supply room was the kiln room, it was a large square room with shelves on all four walls, and a large kiln for firing the clay in the center.
About halfway through the semester, I had been working hard at not only helping her do the glazing and firing of the student art and ceramic pieces, but had also stopped by the kiln room after school on those day that we had fired up the kiln, to help empty the kiln and to make sure that is was off and cooling before the ceramics room was locked up for the day. On one of these days, I had walked in and not seen anyone there. I put down my books, and as I walked from the supply room to the kiln room, I stopped short. As I looked in from behind the open door, I noticed Miss McNeil in the kiln room. This was not odd, but to see her as I did was. She had her leg raised and her foot resting on one of the lower shelves. Her long skirt was raised up on her thigh, and she was adjusting her stocking. It was a thigh high stocking and she was adjusting the garter strap to make sure it was tight. As I watched, she ran her hand up her leg from about the ankle to her thigh, then adjusted the strap, she then changed feet and did the same to the other leg. As she lowered her foot back to the ground, I quickly stepped back to the supply room and made some noises, then came out of the supply room. As I reached out to swing the kiln room door open Miss McNeil was removing items from the kiln and I said hello to her, she turned her head towards me, and asked if I was there to help her.
I nodded in the affirmative as my throat seemed to be not working and I couldn"t seem to speak up. I felt my face getting red, and they way she looked at me, I was sure that she knew that I had seen her. I was hoping that she didn"t know that I had observed her stockings and her legs. I looked slightly down, so that I didn"t have to look her in the eyes, and noticed that my youthful erection was still pressing against my jeans, now I knew that she knew, and I even felt more embarrassed.
I stepped around past her, and as I moved to the other side she started handing me items from the kiln which I placed on the proper shelves. After we had emptied the kiln, we locked up the kiln room, I grabbed my things from the supply room and locked the door. As we walked out of the classroom, Miss McNeil locked the room and we started walking down the hallway to the school gates. As we approached the gate, she asked me if I needed a ride. I shook my had and mumbled that I was walking home. She looked at her watch, and stated that she would give me a ride as it was a lot later than usual.
As we got to her car, she unlocked the passenger door, and I got in, she walked to the driver side, and got in. As she got in her skirt rode up to her knees, and she casually pulled it up just a little bit higher. As she did this, she looked to me and said, "I know you saw my legs in the kiln room so I don"t think that just seeing my knees will have the same effect as earlier." I looked at her, and she was smiling. If I thought I was embarrassed before, now I really was. She smiled and said not to worry about it as she had done it on purpose, to acknowledge my appreciation of her, and that she had known for awhile that I had looked at her a lot. She then placed her hand on my leg and while rubbing it lightly, she leaned over and kissed my cheek, telling me that it was ok for me to be looking at her.
Miss McNeil then started the car and drove me home. I walked into my room, put down my books, and sat down, thinking about what I had seen, what she had said, and also thought how good her hand felt while rubbing my leg. I noticed that I was again feeling a stiffness in my pants, and that I had to do something about it. I closed my bedroom door, and pulled off my jeans. Laying down on my bed, I thought about her legs, her stockings, the garter belt.
Nothing really happened, but I noticed that her skirts seemed to be getting a little bit shorter as it got closer to the end of the semester. By the Christmas holidays, her skirts were up past her knees, and were actually about 2 or three inches above the knee. And boy did she have nice legs. About a week before the end of the semester, Miss McNeil asked me if I was willing to be her T.A. for the next semester as well, and that if I agreed to do so, I would have a guaranteed "A" for both semesters. I jumped at the chance for the "easy" A as a grade.
Well, Christmas break was way to short, all of my friends and I had a lot of fun, and on more than one night I had fun in my bed, just thinking about seeing more of Miss McNeil and her body.. and yes, every time I stroked myself thinking about her, I came profusely. With the New Year, comes more School.
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