My Physics Teacher Became My Biology Teacher
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Submit Report Nothing seems more important than sex when you are eighteen. You spend all of your 'alone' time trying to watch other people do it on a computer screen. That's just when you're awake. When you're sleeping, whoa it's fantasy time or bang-any-chick time. The chick could be anyone, some random girl from the bus or some girl in your class or your tuition or some hot piece of ass you saw on the telly. Life is bloody frustrating if you're just an average guy and have no shot of getting laid in the near future. Well, my story was not very different from the above formula except I did not watch a lot of porn since I was sixteen and got caught that was a rough time no kidding and then something changed. It was a long Delhi summer a late start to an already short vacation Delhi schools screw with you like that. I had not much of a holiday to look forward to. The all-important 12th Grade calls for unreasonable sacrifices and my summer was littered with tuition classes of this and that. I was having a tough time in Physics so my chances of getting it straightened up before school started was then for what it's worth, she was a really good teacher after my first class and I proclaimed to myself I'm in love with Physics. Alas, I was more obsessed with her than with the subject. Mind you I wasn't so obviously drooling over her but somehow whatever she said in class just passed through my ears. She was beautiful. A Punjabi girl in her late twenties, her face was incredibly fair. Although she was Mrs. Anjula and I could not get my moral code working and stop obsessing about her. Her eyes, her petite nose, her smiling face which gave me goose bumps, her hidden breasts, her soft hands and that waist I just wanted to hug ooh boy and I was hooked like a druggie on her! Sometimes to impress her I'd work hard to score in the weekly tests, other times I'd pretend to be dumb just to get extra classes. Let me tell you, your teacher can really influence your choice of a favourite subject especially if she's smoking hot! One day, I came late for a class actually and I had slept off and reached by the time the class ended. So when I came, I dreaded being scolded but instead, I found her puffy faced like she'd been crying and was trying to hide it. I forgot all about the class and asked her if anything was the matter. She broke down then. I was hesitant to leave her like that but I had to go home in an hour or two. It's a motto in my family, when you're sad and of drinking age, hug a bottle of wine and I mentioned the same to her and having obtained the location of the wine bottles from, I fetched a bottle and 2 glasses. Well, I was not letting her drink all by herself. I poured the first round and from there on, I did not see another drop. Whatever it was troubling her, it made her drink an entire bottle of wine it was a weird situation for me. We were sitting in silence, she's downing the bottle and I'm wondering how to tell someone 10 years my senior to put a cork in it. The empty bottle resulted in two things. Anjula ma'am got really drowsy and really drunk. She was pretty much in another world and I think she might have forgotten I was there at all seeing this and I helped her to her bedroom, a task which was made difficult by the fact that I was doing all the walking. Add to that, there was this musky smell about her that was driving me horny. Laying someone weighing 60 kg down on a bed after they almost made you their personal bed is a bit tricky but I managed it and how? We both tumbled down on the bed, our legs and arms intertwined like butterflies and my face embarrassing on the nape of her neck. My dick was like a magnet near the North Pole straining to tear its cotton restraints and perform its biological function; it had ended up right between her legs. Unfortunately for me, it was erect like Godzilla right between my teacher's heavenly hips. I don't know how many times I must have said "I'm so sorry Ma'am so very sorry did not mean for this to happen at all my face breathing down on her throat before I realized she was not moving at all. She was not saying or doing anything and the sound of her slow, deep breaths finally cleared up the mist for my dumbfounded mind. She had passed out! Or she was sleeping like a drunken baby. Must have been dreaming too because there were these adorable little moans in between. I was relieved at first that I was alone in my embarrassment then when the reality of the situation finally hit me. I did what any other guy would do in my position and I freaked out breathing heavy, short breaths, my pulse racing like a Ferrari car, I tried slide underneath my teacher. Knowing she was not conscious helped; some private parts were groped in the process untangling myself. I got out from being under her, got off the bed in a huff, leaving Ma'am languidly lying across the bed on her stomach in her long skirt and tee shirt. I just stood by the bedside with my heart beating fast enough to measure microseconds and tried to gather my scattered wits. This was real, not some poorly made porn movie. What the fuck does a guy in these situations when they're real and not part of some fantasy in his mind? Trying to relax a bit, I looked at her and it was as if I were doing it for the first time. Till now, she was unobtainable and she was my Physics teacher. I checked her out so to speak. I saw the tear stained face, the puffy eyes which masked a beautiful head, I ran my hand on her back and felt the tight cheeks of her ass and I finally relaxed. I considered the situation I was in. I have a general curiosity regarding stuff. Sex and women were on top of my list and this was a now or never deals. My moral code and everything that might even hint a no went out the window.