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SEX STORIES
Yes, Teacher
She came in wearing an Old Navy sweater–white, thin, tight–in all the right places, and a checkered skirt with flip-flops. It was an unusual ensemble for Indiana in the winter, but I had to keep reminding myself that this wasn’t Indiana. It was Florida. Brighton Peg, Florida at that. I had moved here four months ago for this teaching job at the University of Bri-Peg. Going from teaching second grade to college freshman was a change, but the pay was better, and a guy has to make ends meat somehow.
She sat in the third row, seat twenty-two. Vanessa Clarkton. She was the daughter of the dean at UBP. She was much better looking than he was though. She had long, think, blond hair that hung over her shoulders naturally and emerald green eyes. She was shorter than me, but only by an inch or two, and had a super model body. I had often fantasized about her outside of the classroom walls, and sometimes, even in. (more…)
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