A Study In Lust

I had the most beautiful history teacher my senior year of high school. She had just graduated college, so she was probably only twenty-two or so. Looking at her was a study in lust. She had big, blue eyes, waist-length blonde hair, and a body that belonged in Playboy. We all loved her, but she was always too sweet and naive to figure it out. Anyhow, she was engaged to the luckiest man in the world. A girl I worked with at the grocery store was planning her bachelorette party. One of the games involved blindfolding my hot teacher and having her kiss random guys while they walked around town. I didn't think my sweet teacher would go along with the game, but they must have gotten her pretty drunk. I paid the friend $50.00 to let me, an eighteen-year-old student, be one of the guys to kiss the bride-to-be. Apparently, I must have been pretty good. My teacher let me slip her some tongue and I got to put my hand up her shirt. That was two years ago, and I still have wet dreams about it.

— Toby, 20

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