When I was a senior in high school, I learned that literature is not simply a collection of books, dusty words separated from life, distant, ethereal, somehow higher or better than the real world. Literature, I discovered, is as immediate and real as dirt, or sweat. It was my advanced placement English teacher who gave me that knowledge, and for that preciou...
"Hot day today, isn't it Mrs. C," Josh asked through the window. "Sure is Josh," I replied staring blatantly at his well-defined chest and six pack abs. Josh was a former student of mine, I taught him six years ago when he was a senior. I think that was about the time my husband said I didn't do anything for him and we quit having sex all together. I was c...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place sometime in the past. As the reader, I leave it up to you to decide the year or decade. For starters, you might enjoy reading Shari Holds a Torch--also please check out Shari Takes a Wife. This story features large age differences and student-teacher dynamic. If this sort of story is not your thing, skip this. For everyo...
Thirty year old Miss Ann strode forcefully towards her car that was situated at the far end of the fenced in teacher’s parking facility. She was tired from the whole day of teaching and wanted to go home fast. She was wearing a white blouse covered by a grey coat and a grey knee length skirt. She had her hair tied in a bun as usual. Miss Ann was a tall prett...
Eva has sitting in the front row of the classroom. Mrs Cudna was having one of her last chemistry classes of the year. It was her birthday actually, she was turning 19. She wanted to make herself a great present for her birthday and she had a clear idea about what that best present would be. Eva always had a crush for her teacher. Her libido was tremendous,...
"Well Kirsten," Ms Stacey Stone pointed out to the frightened senior. "You have two choices. You can either do what I say and graduate this spring, or you can refuse and be expelled from school. You'd better make up your mind which way you want to go." "Please, Miss Stone. I don't want to be expelled. I have to graduate this spring, if I'm going to get int...
A warm spring afternoon greeted the students of Morris-Daye high-school as they spilled forth into the world as classes ended for the day. The hall quickly grew quiet within minutes, save for after school clubs and the athletes making their way to the gym or the sports fields. Half of the hallway lights automatically shut off within fifteen minutes of the fi...
April was crying as her parents gave her hell for flunking her senior year in high school. Her heart sank when her mother announced, "I spoke to your teachers and was told about a school camp for girls like you. It is not summer school but is a private camp that teaches you all that you need to know to get your diploma. You will live there and they are very...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place sometime in the past between a gym teacher and her former student. You might also enjoy reading Shari Holds a Torch and Shari Takes a Wife. This story features large age differences and student-teacher dynamic. If this sort of story is not your thing, skip this. For everyone else...please enjoy! ***** In early October,...
This was the toughest day of being a college student... sort of. Erin was scheduled for a private one-on-one meeting in Professor Bell's office. It was required for all Creative Writing students before they got their degrees. Professor Bell was known for being somewhat of a bitch. Not necessarily in a bad way. Sure, she was tough, strict, and would occasion...