"Miss Haley" (Erotic Confession)

I was twenty-one when I returned home from college. I went to a university a few states over, so I found work and places to crash or rent for my first four years of higher education. But by the spring of that final year, I had graduated with a bachelor's degree in English Lit.
That meant I was destined for either two things: continue for my master's or begin a long career in either the food, retail, or hospitality industry.
I chose the first option without a second thought.
I moved back home to a surprise graduation party that summer. It would only be temporary because I had just been accepted into a creative writing program (down in Florida of all places). Being the only child, my father and stepmother went all out with the celebrations. They brought in catering. I had graduation presents galore (mostly cash and checks). The house was full of people: family friends, overbearing aunts, happy drunk uncles, cousins whom I barely talked to, and even Mrs. Guthrie.
She taught my AP English class at the high school I went to. Back then I knew her as Miss Haley. It was all but recently that she became a Mrs., married another high school teacher, and took his last name. She was also my parent's longtime next-door neighbor, living with her parents while she worked her first few years as a teacher.
Our parents were good friends, even to the point of celebrating holidays together. That made Miss Haley and I rather "close" like "surrogate cousins" as our parents joked. But at school, she was nothing other than a teacher to me. A teacher that I liked and respected.
It was no surprise that Side Escort during the party, she inquired to me about wanting to get my master's. I told her I had a novel in mind for a thesis, and she was astounded and offered to critique some of it.
Her marble-brown eyes gleamed under the soft light as she waited for my response. After four years of adulthood, I could understand the beauty Mr. Guthrie saw in her. Miss Haley had long sandy blonde hair, fair skin, and a soft speckle of freckles. She was in her early thirties, an even five foot five, and a curvaceous hourglass figure with plump breasts and a backside to match. I never even recognized it until I noticed those brown doe eyes continue to watch me. There was a pure innocence about them, but something hid beneath it, something she was reluctant to let out.
My hesitation remained unseen as the party resonated throughout the backyard, living room, and kitchen. My old teacher looked genuinely interested, but almost desperate in waiting for my response. I couldn't help but agree to the offer.
A novel was something I always wanted to write, and he began to chip away at one in the last semester of my senior year. If I only knew there was a double meaning to her offer, I would've been more ready for what she would do.
After a short walk upstairs and the closing of my bedroom door, she asked me to sit at my desk and read it out. It was a position I was familiar with, especially during high school when I would read my essays and book reports out loud to her.
I was one page in when I noticed her bend over my left shoulder. Side Escort Bayan The squishy touch of her d-cup breast beneath her shirt slumped over the top of my shoulder. I felt it but kept on reading. It was an innocent mistake. She was my old teacher, I thought to myself, and was probably just looking for typos.
Her hand then reached down and began to rub my thigh. She told me to keep going as my words stammered and hesitated. The moment I continued, she moved her hand inward and began to caress my penis. It swelled quickly and her hand wrapped around the shaft and began to softly stroke it.
My cock grew with stiffness. I knew what we were doing was dangerous. And a situation like this was beyond taboo, but we were both adults. The feelings I had in my old bedroom were nonexistent during high school. I had a longtime girlfriend at the time. Shit, those "thoughts" never even crossed my mind given our family's long-term friendship.
That all changed as I stood up and began to make out with my old teacher. Miss Haley then walked me to my bed and laid me down. She unbuckled my khaki shorts next and pulled them down to my ankles. She then did this thing where she crawled up and slipped in between my spread-open thighs. Her bent knees pushed up under my legs, raising my hips in the process. My lean legs wrapped up and around her, my ankles remaining tangled up in my shorts.
I began to caress her thick smooth thighs as she stroked my erection. Miss Haley grasped the root of my shaft and sucked down on it hard. She slathered my hard-on in saliva and deep-throated it. The Escort Side pressure was unbelievable and made my back arch and toes curl.
Words were nonexistent between us. It was just her sucking and smacking against the quietude of my bedroom, my dense breathing, and the ambiance of chatter downstairs. It all became drowned out as I felt the underside of my penis head slay over her tongue, puff out, and pop inside her mouth.
Miss Haley's lips became so tight that she sucked upon my hard-on like a straw. Her hand gripped my shaft with the same firmness as her husband when I shook it. I stirred and trembled underneath her, letting my former teacher finish me off completely.
After it was over, Miss Haley told me that it was my graduation present and that she was proud of me. She then promised me that these feelings were not there during my high school days. That her attraction toward me was over becoming an intelligent and educated aspiring writer. That I would no doubt make my future wife incredibly happy one day.
I took her word for it and returned downstairs while she went to use the bathroom.
We stayed distant for the remainder of the party, blending in as if nothing happened. But as the late afternoon faded to evening and the guests began to leave, Miss Haley and I shared a short hug. She told me again that I was still one of her best students and left.
I watched her walk with Mr. Guthrie back to his truck. They talked privately. She then kissed her husband on the lips with the same mouth my cum dripped out from. It made my entire body shudder.
The next day my parents asked me why I was waddling around so much. I told them a lame joke that I was just getting older and my lower back ached. They both laughed right in my face.
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