1. Bedding the Babysitter Ch 03


    Date: 8/30/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    instructed me, “Remember, be confident. In your mind every boy here wants to fuck you and every girl wants to eat you.” As we entered class, she added, “Including teachers.” Miss Morgan’s expression seemed to change the second she saw me. I walked up to her, confident on the outside, an insecure mess on the inside, as I handed her my poem and said seductively, or at least I was trying for seductive, “Here is my poem. I think you will really enjoy it.” I then turned around and sat at my desk. Miss Morgan began to read my poem, and her face went redder and redder as she read each well chosen word. When she finished, she looked at me and saw I was staring at her and quickly looked away and put the assignment on her desk. As class began I could tell she was trying not to look at me, but I was in the front row and dead center, I was hard to miss. As instructed by Mistress Karen, I dangled my shoe and when she avoided my legs for too long, I dropped my shoe to the floor. As expected she looked down. She taught for a couple of minutes before she gave us time to work on the questions to the short story we had just read. Miss Morgan went to her desk and began marking. I looked up on a few occasions to see if she was looking my way, but did not catch her glancing at me at all. Suddenly, I realized how foolish I had been. She was not interested in me; she was just surprised and maybe concerned by my new appearance. The bell rang and I went to cheerleading practice with Karen. Another ...
    exhausting practice, but everything seemed easier. I had the chants and cheers memorized by the end of the second day and the dance numbers were getting easier. Stamina-wise I was still weak, but I seemed to have a bit more energy than I had the day before. On the drive home, Karen and I stopped at the mall and bought twenty-five pairs of red thigh high stockings. She also bought twenty-five black thigh high stockings which matched the trim on our cheerleading outfits and twenty white pairs, as that was all they had, which was our other school colour. Just under 400 bucks and one incredibly curious saleslady later, we were driving back home. Karen said, “So Miss Morgan is definitely a dyke?” I shook my head as I said, “No, I don’t think so. She did not look up at me the whole time she was at her desk.” “True, by then she knew I was watching her,” Karen stated. “How do you figure?” I asked curiously. “She saw me smirking at her the couple of times she clearly had checked you out earlier in the class.” “Really?” I said, unbelieving. “Really,” she replied, “It is only a matter of time.” We arrived at my place and as soon as she stopped, she shut the car off and took her keys out. I looked at her with a slightly confused look on her face. She smiled, flipped open her phone and pressed a button. Her free hand moved to my leg as she waited a few seconds before saying, “Hi, Mom. I am going to stay for supper at Jenny’s house.” A brief pause ensued before she said, “Yes, the new PomPom ...
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