It was yet another searing hot day in San Soldado, Arizona. Standing hunched under a tree in a park opposite his workplace, Dr. Gregorio Aquino was trying hard to enjoy his lunchtime cigarette. As a native of Honduras, he found the Copper State's 40-degree summers a little easier to take than most, but it was his understanding that the arrival of autumn mean...
After I retired as a professor of English at a small New England college where I had worked for many years, I occasionally made some extra money by working as a substitute teacher at the local high school. But basically, I hated it. About 20% of the students were actually eager to learn and worth teaching, 50% didn't care one way or the other, and 30% would...
First time submission. Constructive criticism welcome, please enjoy. Disclaimer: All participants are of 18 years or older and consenting Jon sat there admiring Ms. Kelly's legs as she walked around handing back papers. As usual, she was wearing black stockings under a tight skirt. Her full bottom seemed to be trying to escape from that tight skirt. Jo...
[You will likely enjoy this story more if you have read the previous instalments. Please do not read further if you are upset by bodily functions. All characters are over 18 years old.] Janet Saunders finally returned to her apartment that evening still reeling from the humiliation of being punished by Principal Crawford in front of a fellow teacher, Vale...
There are some references to bodily functions, including feminine hygiene, in this story, so if that subject is not one you wish to deal with, please read no further. ***** Laura had just turned 18 when her family moved to a new town and she was enrolled in the local high school where she knew no one. It was hard being a senior in a school where everyone e...
Hi friends, I am Mohan and I grew up in a small town just north of Cannanore in Kerala. I welcome comments. This is a true narrative. The names have been changed to similar sounding names. Our first year college English teacher was Miss Sarojini. She was single, slim, light skinned, about 5'4" tall, had an nice (34B) bosom and was probably in her late twe...
\NOTE: This is a sequel to a previous story, "Foxy Teacher." For background and additional descriptions, see that story. * Selma Fox smiled as she looked out at her Senior English pupils on the second day of class. It wasn't that they were all such outstanding students, because they were actually pretty ordinary. What brought about the smile was her memor...
Being a teacher you hear many things, especially when your desk sits right next to the frosted glass window, and the path to the senior courtyard runs right beneath it. The courtyard itself starts at the end of the building, where the staff room was located. Sometimes the children would sit on the path, eating or just chatting to each other. We had a vast nu...
It was another regular day in early Spring, just a couple weeks after I had turned 18. English class with Ms Marshall. I don't remember what we actually done in class that day but I just wanted to go home and do something that wasn't schoolwork like everyone else. "Could you wait behind please. I need to see you about your homework." Damn, I just couldn't...
This story will make more sense if you read the previous instalments. All of the characters are 18 or over--the school is a college preparatory institution that only accepts students who are age 18 or over. Much to her pleasure, things had finally settled down at school for Janet Saunders. The thirtyish English teacher had endured a disastrous introducti...