Sydney Appleton

Sydney Appleton

Sydney Appleton

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[p][br][/p][p]I always thought of myself as a hopeless romantic. It seemed like I was always falling for the girl who would be the most unattainable for me. I think it started with my first crush on my teenage babysitter when I was 10 years old. She was so smart and nice to me and I had so much fun with her, who could blame me for getting a crush on her. When I was starting to be aware of the opposite sex, it seemed like I skipped over girls my own age and looked at girls who were years older than me. I did date a few girls my own age in middle school, but they didn't interest me as much as the girls in the next grades. I never really thought of it as a fetish or anything like that once I learned that term, I could appreciate the beauty in girls my own age, but I just wasn't fully drawn to them [url=https://wellustigesem.com/category/aziatische-porno-betaalsites/]aziatische porno betaalsites[/url][/p][p][br][/p][p]During my freshman year of high school, I had a huge crush on my Honors English teacher, Miss Walker. She had only been teaching for a couple of years and was in her mid-twenties. She was beautiful in a bookworm sort of way with her long brown hair and her black frame glasses. She was modest in the clothing that she wore but you could tell that she was fit and she had large tits that had to be D cups. Compared to most of my other teachers she seemed genuinely excited to be a teacher and found a way to make every class interesting. Honors English was the class that I excelled the most in so it was the only class that I liked to raise my hand and speak in. I got a thrill every time Miss Walker said how I was right or that I had brought up a good point.[/p][p][br][/p][p]Miss Walker was helping out with the yearbook class which the older English teacher next door taught so she always had her classroom open before and after school, and also during lunch. I took to hanging out with my friends in her class during lunchtime since I had her class the period after lunch hour. My friends had classes across campus so they would leave a few minutes before lunch ended to make it on time. I would use this time to read a little or polish off some homework. Miss Walker saw I was reading and asked what book I was reading. When I told her, she said how she had read that series a couple of years ago and how much she loved it. That got us talking about other books and then T.V. shows and movies. I loved talking to her one on one. When she would smile, I felt my heart melt at the thought that her smile was just for me. I know I was crazy for having a crush on a teacher, but I couldn't help but feel that way for her.[/p][p][br][/p][p]I didn't have her as a teacher for my sophomore or junior year, but I still hung out in her classroom for lunch almost every day. I thought it would be weird at first when I was no longer in her class, but when I spent the first week of my sophomore year away from her classroom and then decided to finally eat lunch there, she said how she had missed me and wondered what had happened to me.[/p][p][br][/p][p]I signed up for AP English in my senior year. Since I had a free period after I made my schedule, I decided to take yearbook class as well that year. The old teacher for both classes ended up getting sick and having to stop teaching that year right before school started, so I was surprised when on the first day of school Miss Walker was the new teacher for both classes. It felt good to be in her class again. I hit my growth spurt during the summer before senior year and put on some lean muscle from joining the tennis team with my friends. When Miss Walker saw me for the first time, she seemed confused for a moment and had this look in her eyes that I didn't know what it meant. Now I was taller than her by several inches and she had to look up at me.[/p][p][br][/p][p]Between having two classes with Miss Walker and spending a lot of my idle time at school in her classroom we talked more than ever. My friends teased me all the time about my crush on Miss Walker and I didn't blame them, but at the same time, I just loved being around her.[/p][p][br][/p][p]When I turned eighteen at the start of October I was surprised when Miss Walker gave me a present in between class periods. I unwrapped it and it was a box set of one of my favorite book series. I told her how they had been lost during a move and I hadn't gotten around to getting them again. I was so happy that I couldn't help myself and I hugged her. Miss Walker seemed to tense up for a moment and I realized what I was doing. I was about to let go but then Miss Walker hugged me back. The hug lingered and then she reluctantly pulled away. We had just enough time to separate before a student walked in.[/p][p][br][/p][p]For the rest of the month, something seemed different about Miss Walker. We had already talked a lot together before, but now she seemed to be paying me extra attention. She also started to come to school more dressed up than usual. Before she would never wear makeup and her clothes were often loose on her and hid her curves, but now she started to come in with some makeup that highlighted her natural beauty and wore outfits that clung to her curves better and showed off how amazing her body was. Some of my classmates speculated that she had a boyfriend [url=https://thefreeadultcam.com]free adult cam[/url][/p][p][br][/p][p]My school held an annual bonfire the Friday nearest to Halloween, this year Halloween was on a Saturday. It wasn't much, but it was one of the only events that the school put on that most of the students liked to attend. I guess there was something about a giant fire, games of chance, food, and club booths that drew in students. My money was it was the fire that did it.[/p][p]Miss Walker was running the yearbook/spooky books booth and had asked for volunteers to help out. I had raised my hand immediately to help out. I knew that a few of my classmates thought I was a teacher's pet, but I didn't care as long as I got to spend more time with Miss Walker. Another student and I were chosen to help out, but when I showed up to help Miss Walker to set up after school, she told me how the other student had texted saying that she was sick so it was just the two of us working the booth that night.[/p][p][br][/p][p]Miss Walker was dressed up in the same witch costume that she had worn during school. It wasn't super revealing, but at mid-thigh length, the skirt was shorter than anything else she had worn before, and the blacktop allowed some of her ample cleavage to be seen. Her costume looked like a sexy Hermione outfit with her long golden-brown hair, the short cloak, and Gryffindor emblems on it. I tried my best to not stare as we talked, but every now and then my eyes would be drawn to her tits. I tried to be sneaky when I would look at her tits and I was confident that she hadn't caught me. I had spent the last four years checking her out in secret. Like usual we talked about the books we liked and what shows or movies we had recently watched. We tended to have a lot of the same interests, and when we found something that the others hadn't read yet we would share books. When we talked it didn't seem like how a student and teacher would talk, but rather like two friends talking.[/p][p][br][/p][p]The bonfire was dying out and the event was ending. Miss Walker started to put her stuff away into boxes. I helped her without being asked. "You don't have to help, really, I got this, go have fun with your friends," she said.[/p][p][br][/p][p]She smiled, but then said, "You really have spent enough time with me tonight."[/p][p][br][/p][p]I thought I saw her blush, but then she turned her back to me and bent over to pick up a box. Her skirt clung tightly to her plump ass. She looked back and caught me checking her out again, "Are you going to help me out then or just stare?"[/p][p][br][/p][p]We had talked about so much together, but we had rarely talked about anything overly personal like that before. "No, not at the moment," I said honestly as long as I didn't count Miss Walker, who was a woman, not a girl.[/p][p][br][/p][p]Why was she asking me about this? Did she know about the secret that I had been holding in for years? I had dreamed of the perfect moment for years to confess my feelings for Miss Walker. I questioned if this was the time. Why would she be asking me so much about this if she wasn't curious for some reason other than just wanting to make idle small talk?[/p][p][br][/p][p]I felt like I was fully spent after that outburst, I had laid it all out there, and even if this was the end of our friendship, at least I could tell myself that I had tried. Neither one of us said anything and the silence stretched on. The dread of her further rejecting me built up, but that didn't happen. She hadn't let go of my hand. I started to sense that there was something different happening, but it was hard to put a reason for the feeling. I turned and looked at Miss Walker and she looked back at me. We held each other's gaze and all of the stress of confessing my feelings for her seemed to start to melt away. I don't remember consciously thinking about doing it, I would have never tried it if I wasn't acting on instinct. I leaned over and kissed her. Miss Walker let out a small "mumph" and squeezed my hand. At first, she didn't kiss me back, but she also didn't resist the kiss, her lips parting. Her grip on my hand relaxed and she started to kiss me back.[/p][p][br][/p][p]My whole body started to tingle with excitement from having the woman who I had a crush on for years kissing me back. I had only kissed a few girls and they didn't even compare to how it felt to be kissing Miss Walker. When we finally broke apart, we were both panting.[/p][p][br][/p][p]Miss Walker broke the silence. "We shouldn't have done that." I kissed her gently. "This is wrong," I kissed her gently again. "Ohhhh **** it," she said and kissed me deeply. I wasn't prepared for when she flicked her tongue across my lips and then slid it into my mouth. I did my best to French kiss her back, but I wasn't used to it and I was feeling so turned on that it was hard for me to keep up with her. I started to kiss up and down her neck, working my way down to her chest. I kissed her cleavage and made her moan [url=https://wellustigesem.com/category/aziatische-porno-betaalsites/]aziatische porno betaalsites[/url][/p][p][br][/p][p]After kissing and sucking on her neck and cleavage for a few minutes Miss Walker gently guided my lips back up to hers. We kissed deeply one last time and then she pushed me back to my seat.[/p][p][br][/p][p]I lay in bed, going back over tonight and how perfect it had all gone. I had had so much anxiety building up over the years about what would happen once I finally confessed my feelings for her. I had always had fears of how it could go wrong, and fantasies about how it could go right, but it going right had always been thought of just that, as a fantasy because there was no way that an amazing woman like Miss Walker would possibly like me back. Now that I had confessed and it worked out perfectly, I felt like there was a huge weight off of my shoulders.[/p][p][br][/p][p]I looked on my phone at Miss Walker's number, tangible proof to me that what had just happened hadn't been some kind of delirious fantasy. I wanted to text her so badly but wondered if that would come off as desperate. In the end, I decided to text her asking if she made it home safely.[/p][p][br][/p][p]She responded saying that yeah, she had and added a smiley face at the end of it.[/p][p][br][/p][p]***[/p][p][br][/p][p]I woke up to a good morning text from Miss Walker, no, I had to get used to using her actual name that she had put down in the contact, Melissa. I responded good morning back and we texted throughout the day.[/p][p][br][/p][p]The party was going to start around eight but Melissa wanted me to show up at her house before then. I knocked on her door and waited a couple of minutes for her to open it. My phone buzzed and when I looked at my message from her, she said for me to let myself in. "Have a seat, I'm just finishing getting ready," Melissa called out from the bathroom.[/p][p][br][/p][p]I took a seat and looked around me. She didn't have the biggest apartment, but it was well furnished. Along one wall of the living room were three large full bookcases. After a couple of minutes of sitting there, I decided to get up and check out the books. She had a wide variety, there was a lot of the books that we had talked about reading, along with what looked like textbooks from when she was in college on teaching practices. One shelf of the bookcase was nothing but romance books. I pulled one of them from the shelf and looked at the cover, it looked like a typical romance cover with the heroine clutching at the hero's bare chest and both of them looking longingly at each other.[/p][p][br][/p][p]I heard Melissa walking out of the bathroom. I was going to tease her about her reading choices, but when I turned around and saw her outfit my jaw dropped. She was wearing the Hermione witch outfit that she had worn at school, but this version was much more sex. She was wearing high heels, fishnet stockings her miniskirt barely made it passed her midthigh, and the blazer that she was wearing that had the Gryffindor crest on it was a tight fit and was low cut so that her tits wear barely contained inside of it.[/p]

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