I’m a Female High School TeacherGod there has been so much written about us, it’s now common knowledge. What used to be considered a side perk of the job we do, is so fucking taboo we are scared to look one in the eye, why couldn’t those stupid bitches keep their knickers up?It’s a profession that’s done by many and has a terrible effect on ones life and marriage, my own ending a few years back at the age of thirty six. The stress, the poor wages, the fucking never ending hours pouring over homework, little love notes from puppy sick boys, written surreptitiously on margins, little hearts drawn with my name, I see it, we all see it, we all felt it as teenagers ourselves, and now it is reciprocated.If I am honest, I know I drink too much and I miss the physicality of a good healthy relationship, my body aches to be taken, two years is a long time for a woman in her prime breeding years, not to feel a man push into her soul and pump his warm seed, regardless of where it lands, just to be humped even occasionally, might ease the headaches and the emptiness, no wonder the boys, my boys, mean so much to me, yes I fawn, ache and yearn and now because of some taking some home, we all have our little dreams and fantasies crushed.Last week I walked into the English Office and caught a male counterpart, Leo, actually jacking off to a girly magazine confis**ted from a twelve year old boy.Poor Leo, like the rest of us, was going through the throes of marital rejection, almost living out of his car, overweight and unloved, getting his rocks off on pictures of naked girls, and to think his class is full of girls, all hormonal and probably rubbing themselves to sleep thinking about Leo m*****ing them.I know I should have reported him, he might pose a danger to some neurotic virgin who still thinks her twat is for pissing only, and would scream the building down if she ever buca escort was exposed to a hard cock, but fuck them, ‘Go on Leo, spread your sperm all over our coffee table’, at least having an orgasm this early in the morning makes up for the lack of it in your bed.I stopped mid sentence, ‘Jesus Leo, you fucking early bird’, when even with his broad back to me I could clearly see the same pose my ex used to show me when I walked in and caught him mid stream.I turned to make sure the corridor was empty before continuing into the staff room, closing the door, whilst poor Leo frantically struggled to get his zipper back up. ‘Don’t snag your balls mate on my account’, I said, trying to defuse his feelings of embarrassment.All zippered up he turned and finally faced me, ‘Thanks Em’, he said somewhat sheepishly, we were good friends in a mates sort of way, but I was never sexually attracted to fattish blokes, but I have to admit, my eyes did have a sneak peak at his crotch, if his bulge was big enough I might have waved my prejudices and bent over the coffee table and done us both a favour.I took my coat off and took a deep breath, my breasts strained and predictably, Leo ogled, I knew he would drink my piss out of my boot if I let him, women are like that, they always have a guy hanging on, just to gratify our own perversion, for fear of letting him have a quickie, we might lose him once he knows what we feel like, so no, I keep Leo at arms length and talk dirty and hope he jacks off thinking about my potty mouth.By the time my tea was poured, we were still three quarters of an hour to our first classes, so I settled into the chair opposite him and let him look between my legs, clad in woolen stockings.I took a sip as he sat there with his eyes I knew where, ‘I guess we are the sad sacks this morning, no fucking home life to speak off’, referring escort buca to being so early into work?He nodded as I looked him in the face, a groan man reduced to one step above pathetic. When I first came here he was all over me, a great help and Allie and turned out to be good friend, even though he might have been trying hard to get into my knickers.I needed to break his awkward silence, ‘So, tell me Leo, did I interrupt close to the end, or were you just getting into your stride’, with reference to being caught cock handed?He blushed and his face broke into a smile, ‘I never thought anybody else was coming in this early’, he whispered, I laughed a little with him, ‘Next time mate, use the disabled toilet like I do’, I said chirpily, and his fave lit up as his eyes moved from my knees to me face, as if in disbelief, ‘Fuck it mate, I do masturbate too you know’, I said, warming to the release of tension, and we both giggled like a couple of k**s.I could feel his attention as I sat facing the class. It made me think of that Marianne Faithfull song, ‘As time goes by’, doing things we used to do, thinking they are new, I smile inwardly, I used to do it way back then too, no wonder we always appear to have the head’s up on k**s, been there before and done it.Tommy was fifteen and always playing with his balls as he looked at me, looking done at the papers lying out in front of me, he thought I could not see him, but I did, that’s how I know about his fondling and why I occasionally relaxed my posture and let Tommy see more than the others in his class, he was my pet, for all the wrong reasons, you see, I know something about Tommy that no one else does.I was doing a final check in the ladies toilets after the break and caught Tommy in the end cubical jacking off, just like poor Leo. Tommy’s thrill was actually sitting in a female toilet and buca escort bayan playing with himself, reading the filth that girls scribble onto the walls, as if they were messaging him themselves, when I peered over the top of the adjacent cubicle I saw Tommy was way bigger than my ex’s I even took a short clip of Tommy wanking on my phone, before knocking on the door and inviting him to open it, which he did, once he knew it was me, and honored me with a full on show with shame.’You need to put it away Tommy’, I told him as we stood facing each other, my god fifteen and he had my old pussy screaming for attention, and I think he knew it too as I was not angry or hurrying him along, making threats, or anything like that, no, I was calm and always looking at it as he made it bob up and down, which made me laugh and blush slightly.’You put it away miss’, he suggested, I was tempted but resisted and said ‘No Tommy I cannot’, but my eyes told him another story and I think he got the coded message in my demeanor, as he slowly eased himself back into his pants under my ever watchful eyes, only turning away once his zipper had reached it final resting place.This was out little secret, Tommy wanted to fuck me, even I knew it, but I had him on a string without endangering myself or my career, I reeled him in and out, and he could have nothing on me to brag or boast about, I was teaching him about showing respect to others, even a couple of weeks ago I had asked him to help me lift some objects upstairs to the store in the attic, we met on the narrow staircase and he had to squeeze past me and took liberties, I said nothing feeling the heat of his body crushing my own and as long as the touching was like that, it could have been classified as accidental.The beauty was we were having a relationship in our heads and rewarding ourselves with small accidents and flashes of forbidden flesh, I could not trust Tommy not to want to brag to his fellow students, about banging me, so we keep to a line I can control, but to answer you question as I am sure you’re asking yourselves, would I fuck him?’YES I would’, and who would blame me?