[m/f] fucked teacher Part I (the no sex part) | 2016

I'm a newly divorced (separated for a few years) father in my forties. I have a kid that was in the first year of middle school until the end of this school year. I met my kid's teacher, Ms Jones (not her real last name), at parent-teacher conference in early May about a month before the beginning of summer break.

I went to the parent teacher conference with my kid in the evening on a school night. We were waiting in the hallway for our turn to meet. We were passing the time making fun of terrible artwork on various topical awareness posters hanging in the hall that students had made. My kid's poster was pretty good and if any were good, we gave it credit. But, every now and then we would see a poster so awful we would burst into laughter. This put us in a pretty good mood which carried into the parent-teacher meeting.

When our turn arrived we hung back a bit while the previous student and their parents said their "byes". We approached the classroom door and we were greeted by Ms Jones. I can tend to be a bit too cold around attractive women I've just met. I get nervous on the inside and overcompensate by being too cool on the outside. No such problem this time.

I had not met my kid's teacher before. My ex went to a few school things I didn't go to. The school things I went to like school carnival and board game night, well, Ms Jones wasn't there. I would have remembered.

I'm going to geek out a little bit on her looks so bear with me.

Ms Jones was petite. The type of person that is a few sizes smaller in every way compared to everyone else you know. Her hips were small, her hands were small, her waist was small, small, small. I couldn't believe I was looking at such a tiny hot babe. She had a great ass that stuck out the right way despite being a very tiny ass. She had great looking tits that were just a little wider than her frame. Her boobs probably weren't Ds, but on her body they looked like how Ds or DDs would look on an average sized woman. She looked like she could be almost 30 years old, but I was trying to optimistically make her closer to my age. I didn't want her to be out of my league.

She had dark black hair with bangs. Her eyes were an extremely light brown color which I didn't know was a thing before, but I have seen it on other people since. She was wearing a tight black dress that wrapped around at the waist. The dress would have created a deep V cleavage situation, but she had a type of tight undershirt that was more of a scoop neck I guess. The undershirt was a good color and fabric match for her dress and from arm's length away it all just looked like the way the dress was.

She had a gold necklace around her neck holding up a slight, but weighty gold bar piece. She wore gold stud earrings. The one on the right ear was the size of a tiny round coin. The earring on the left matched it in size but it was a triangle. I don't usually like gold jewelry, but because she had such simple pieces she looked posh. Her triangle and circle earrings made her seem mysterious in a subtle way. She had no other jewelry and no rings. Her shoes were coral peep toe wedges and were the only color in her outfit. She looked baller.

Ms Jones asked us to sit at a table near her desk where she had arranged a few folders with my kid's work. I told her, "Thanks for meeting with us Ms Jones." She replied,

"You can call me Alison", (not her real first name). She then winked at my kid and said, "outside of class you can call me Alison too."

"Ok, Alison" my kid said with a smile.

"Ha, do they get this sense of humor from you?"

I was bit embarrassed to be so transparent, but I wanted to put myself out there. "I think that was a sense of boldness which my kid gets from their mom, my ex. My kid doesn't like my sense of humor much which increasingly has become mostly dad jokes."

"Well, then you can call me Alison 2", she said drawing a number two in the air with her finger. "I have a dad-joke dad too."

We carried on like this, but with better jokes, all through the meeting. We both heaped praise on my kid who works really hard, reads a ton of books and is super nice to everyone. I felt like actual flirting happened between me and Alison and that maybe my kid didn't notice. Nice!

At the end of the meeting there was no way to make any overtures. It would have been sleazy in this situation. I was there for my kid. I also assumed that Alison goes through life being constantly hit on. I didn't want to overreach. I collected the handouts she gave us and said a cheerful goodbye and thanks for everything.

My kid did not notice any flirting for which I am grateful. Afterward I said, "It seems like you have a nice teacher", to which she said

"Yeah, she's really nice" and that was that. Phew.

I thought about Alison for the rest of the night and all the next day. I hadn't had much time for dating and the quality of women I was meeting on tinder wasn't super high. I figured my age and the format of tinder had something to do with that. I'm in crazy good shape. I'm not huge, but I'm really fit and toned. I'm not quite "shredded" but I'm close. I'm taller than average too. I get a lot of looks when I'm out, but on tinder I don't get a lot of likes. But, I did meet and sleep with a few women through normal life and through tinder that I'd be happy to date longterm. Those opportunities didn't work out, however, for normal reasons like getting the brushoff from one woman, backing off from another because she talked about her ex quite a lot, etc. Alison, however, was in a totally different league above these women. I had never been with a woman that was so exceptionally hot.

About the only thing I could do to reach out to Alison was send her a completely platonic email to her school email address (my only way of contacting her). I sent out a simple, "Alison, thanks again for all that you've done for [my kid] this year. They have really enjoyed having you as their teacher and I'm grateful for that. I hope you have a nice and well deserved summer break. Kind regards, Rob" (not my real name). I left it at that.

I waited a day and then a weekend and then another week and another weekend. Surely she'll send a cordial response back soon, right? No response. I felt a little embarrassed and transparent for sending the email. I figured her lack of response was because she rolled her eyes inside her head too hard at yet another parent having a crush on her. But, after more time passed and I lost all hope of a reply, the sting of rejection faded. My kid's last day of school was the last Friday in May. It is now the end of July, three months since I had met Alison. She wasn't completely out of my mind, but I had no hopes of every hearing from her.

Two days ago, Tuesday morning I got an email from her. "It was my pleasure having [your kid] in my class. They are one of the good ones :) Are you guys enjoying your summer?"

Holy shit, I was emboldened! Anytime a woman asks a question I take it as a good sign. And there was a smiley face in there too. Fuck it, I thought, I'm going to risk it all. "Our summer has been great. Some interesting adventures already. Please tell me you have been traveling or relaxing! I'd love to hear all about it, but I hardly check my email but once a day. 555-555-5555"

I got a text 7 minutes later for which I was stoked! "No, I wish! I had a vacation booked, but my plans fell through" I texted that she deserved a better summer than that and asked her what she was doing to make it up to herself. We carried on casually for a few more texts and then I got a hunch and decided to go with it.

"Can I ask you a way too personal question?"

"Ask away!"

"Did your vacation plans fall through because of a breakup?"

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding... sigh"

Wow, this is awesome. Alison has had a recent breakup and after ignoring my email for three months she reached out to me and now she is giving very good text! I'm not going to hold back, "Well, that sounds like way too awful a summer. We need to turn this around. Can I take you to diner to make up for it?" A few more texts and it turned out that same night would work and I would pick her up. Her only condition was that I choose where to go and what to do. She didn't want to think about it.

That was perfect for me. I've been through all the terrible relationship discussions about where to eat and people not liking the food that they ordered. I'm past all that and I have a bunch of tricks to avoid bad date situations.

I went about my day and made arrangements for my kid to spend the night at my ex's. That's easy because we have another kid in high school that is with my ex full time. The kids see each other everyday at one house or the other and sleeping over at one place or the other is pretty fluid. My schedule is more flexible so I'm the goto parent for weekdays with our youngest, especially during the summer. Everything was all set so that I could have the night out and my place was clear in case I needed to end up there with Alison.

That's the end of Part I.

Previews from Part II:

• The date happened
• Alison looked amazing which I will geek out on again in part II
• We talked a lot on the level and I feel, really honestly
• She is only 26 years old
• Her body is amazing which I will describe in detail
• We fucked really well together. We took our time and tried things that we both wanted to experience, but hadn't been getting from others
• We are thinking that we might be good friends and we are looking forward to spending time together