Substitute Teacher Pt. 2 Chapter 1

Note : This story is completely fictional!

After I graduated high school, I decided to take some time off and work so I could save up money to go to college. I didn't want to go to a four year deal, I was really interested in writing and wanted to find some courses I could take that pertained strictly to that. I worked odd jobs throughout the next two years and saved money wisely. As I went to the local college to sign up for the courses I wanted, I found that they fit into my schedule nicely. English Lit. was one of the courses that I needed so I signed up never noticing who the teacher was.

The start of the fall semester was several weeks away and I spent the time packing my belongings at my parents house. I had found an effeciency apartment almost halfway between work and school, and since most of my courses were already saved for, I had more than enough money to spare. With two weeks to go, I moved into the apartment and went to the school to give them my new home address.

The next two weeks were a blur as I got settled into my new place and entertained family and friends as they wished me well on my first place away from home. The evening before my first class, I was a little nervous and on edge for some reason. I decided to call it a night early and as I was brushing my teeth, I heard a knock on the door. I quickly went to answer it, my mouth foaming and tootbrush still in hand. I opened the door and no one was there. I looked up and down the hallway and they were empty.

I stepped back into my apartment and closed the door shaking my head. As I slid the lock into place, I looked down and saw an envelope lying on the floor. Someone must have slid it under the door when they knocked, then proceeded to hightail it away before I could answer.
I picked up the envelope and looked at it. It had no writing on it whatsoever, but it was slightly damp. I held it close to my nose and was struck by the intoxicatingly sweet perfume smell that emitted from it. The smell triggered something in my mind, but just out of reach to figure out. I shrugged and opened the envelope.

At the top of the letter was the crest of my college, so it was froom someone from the school, but what was written baffled me. In a very feminine script was written the following: "Do you remember me? If not, you will soon enough. I hope you remember everything we experienced, for I look to rekindle our relationship. Sleep well and I will see you soon."

I stood there for several seconds reading and re-reading the letter, becoming more intrigued each time I read it. Something was itching the back of my brain, but I could not focus enough to find what it was. I smelled the envelope again, letting its sweet smell fill my nostrils. I again shrugged and turned off the lights and went to bed having more questions than answers filling my mind

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I awoke before the alarm went off feeling refreshed and full of energy. I hopped in the shower and dressed and only then did I remember the letter. I picked it up and smelled it. The perfume smell had subsided quite a bit, but there were still traces of it present. I read the letter again, but still could not come up with any logical explanations for it. I set it back on my night table and after grabbing a pop tart, went out the door for my first day of school.

I got to the campus and parked and proceeded to find my way to where I was to register. It didn't take nearly as long as I thought it would, so I searched ou my class. I found where it was and headed off to the classroom. I was almost half an hour early but I went into the empty classroom anyway.

I was amazed at its size. It was almost twice the size of any classroom I had in high school, but I supposed that was normal. I found a seat way in the back and made it my own. No point in being front and center, I thought to myself. I took a notebook from my pack and opened it up. I looked at the clock. Still twenty-seven minutes to go before the start of class. I took out a pen and began to dooodle.

I jumped as the door opened and I looked up, but quickly lowered my head back to my doodle art. The click of heels broke the silence of the room and I slightly raised my head toward their sound. The sight was well worth it. Her shapely legs were encased in shiny black hosiery and I followed her sexy stems to the bottom of the black skirt she wore. I looked back down toward the ground where she walked. As she crossed to the front of the room, I watched her stocking covered feet slip in and out of her high-heeled black shoes. I felt a stirring in my pants and quickly went back to drawing. I wondered how many of the girls in class would be dressed as sexy as this one was. I figured as soon as more students started coming in, I would try and get a better look at this lovely lass.

The sound of the heels stopped in the front of the room. There was some rustling of papers and I figured that she must have taken a seat in the front. The rustling stopped and suddenly the clicking of the heels started again. This time though, they were coming my way. I tried not to get too excited, because if she spoke to me, I didn't want to make a total ass of myself. As she got closer, a scent of perfume hit my nose, even before she was to my desk. My brain began to procees the information and suddenly things began to take shape. It was the same perfume that was on the envelope from last night. Was she the one? I quickly looked up and what I saw before me made me jump right out of my seat. It was my substitute teacher and lover from 12th grade, Miss Gwen Paterson!

As reality slowly began to sink in, I was aware of my heart's pounding inside my chest. As I took all of her in, I couldn't begin to think of a single word to say. Gwen had a lovely seductive smile on her face, which told me she was enjoying watching me squirm. 

Finally, after several tense moments of silence I finally muttered a compliment. "Miss Paterson, you look fabulous." And indeed she did. The blond streaks were gone from her beautiful brown hair and she had grown it much longer. It was now curled and they cascaded down her slender shoulders to almost the middle of her back. The rest of her looked as I remembered. I tried to block out the images of her full red lips sucking my engorged cock two years ago, and how her body felt as we fucked over and over again.

Her smile widened and she stepped forward and embraced me. I returned her hug, getting lost in the feeling of her body so close to mine and how wonderful her hair and perfume smelled. Try as I might, I felt my penis hardening almost instantly.

She broke our embrace and she stepped back looking me over. She reached out and put her palm over my growing hardon and smiled that sexy smile again. "Well, I guess you do remember me after all, don't you Michael?"

I had finally started to calm down, and with the exception of the bulge in my pants, felt comfortable with her all over again, like I did back in high school. "Jesus, Miss Paterson, how the hell could I ever forget you?"

"Well, you know... People change, people move on and forget things, and people. Don't forget, I always told you that when we were alone, that you should call me Gwen."

"Gwen. Of course. It's just... Well, I didn't know if things were... Well, if things were the same." I struggled, trying to find the words I wanted to say.
"Hmmm..." She tapped those gorgeous lips with her blood red fingernail. "You're wondering if we are going to start fucking again, right?"
I felt my face flush. "Well, that's not exactly what was in my mind, but I'm sure I would have thought it eventually. I just have so many questions. How did you..." She put her finger to my lips.

"Not now, hon. All in due time. I'll tell you what. If you're not busy after class, we'll meet off campus and I'll answer all your questions. For now, this will have to satisfy you." She embraced me again and deeply and passionitely began to kiss me. I returned her kiss, probing her mouth with my tongue and she did likewise. She broke off the kiss and turned and walked back up the aisle, shaking her firm, tight ass for all it was worth. As she got to the front of the room she turned back towards me. "Oh, by the way, thanks for the compliment. And thanks to you, the crotch of my pantyhose are now soaked. Now wipe off that lipstick before we get caught. The bathroom is right down the hall."

As I left the classroom, I stole a look at Gwen and she grinned and blew me a kiss. I went to the bathroom and wiped off the lipstick as she had instucted. I stood there looking in the mirror, my mind racing at light speed. I knew the next hour was going to be agonizing, but I knew afterwards that all the questions that were running through my head would be answered.