Her short blonde hair fell just to her neck above perfectly sculpted collar bones and it was obvious she wore no bra as her nipples were teased by the...silk to stand firm against the material. As she rounded the front of her car, I had to wonder if she had any underwear on at all as her firm ass slid smoothly below the blue dress. She was certainly a sight to behold. I knew she worked out daily in the neighborhood gym every morning, but her work attire gave no hint to the lithe tight body she. I was seventeen, abused. Pat was a great teacher. Something about her though, made her seem approachable, so I approached. English questions, naturally. How do you get a foot in the door as a writer? She took me to some readings at the university. After about a month and a half of hanging out, things progressed. One of us kissed the other one. I honestly don't remember who initiated. Maybe we just collided.Seventeen year old student and a teacher. Pat knew what could happen. We were very. He was weak and unable to do anything.Jamie awoke, it was late in the afternoon and the sun rays were now onhis face. He was breathing hard and sweating a lot but was happy that ithad all been a dream. Just a bad dream. His body and head were hurtingquite a bit. He wasn't in his bed. He was in the living room, but not onthe couch, he was on the floor. He rubbed his eyes with his hand butsomething was weird. There was an odd taste in his mouth and the smell.The smell was the worse thing. That. As I approached her face with mine, her eyes slowly closed as I kissed her as softly as I knew how. We just moaned into each other's mouths as we kissed for what seemed like a very long time. I broke the kiss, stood and undressed to my knit boxer briefs. She sat up, and I unzipped the back of her dress, and with her help, pulled it off over her head. She reached back, undid her bra, and threw it on the floor. I pulled her stocking off, one leg at a time, and tossed them over my shoulder onto.