CHAPTER 1
Being a 45 year old single father of a 17 year old high school girl wasn’t a bad life. After my wife died when our daughter was very young I swore to give my daughter, Beth, the best life I could. I worked my ass off so she could have everything she wanted, nice cloths, her own car and a nice house for us to live in. I was very involved in Beth’s life, knowing who her friends were, who her friend’s parents were and her teachers.
Beth was in my eyes a perfect angel. She was on the cheerleading squad and made good grades. I would always go to see her perform for what ever sport she was cheering for at the time. I tried my best to stay out of her personal life, trusting her to make good decisions, and for the most part she didn’t let me down. Beth dated boys, but it didn’t seem any were serious, which was fine with me. Beth and her friends would always be over at my house, which didn’t bother me. Yes, I might have stared at her sexy cheerleader friends, but I never dreamed of ever acting on those thoughts.
Being that I swam five days a week, I thought I was in great shape for being 45. A few gray hairs had started to pop up, which worried me, but Beth said it made me look distinguished and sexy for an older man. Her friend’s parents were always trying to set me up on dates, which I would go on. Some worked out, some didn’t. A few led to month long relationships where sex would be involved but none ever lasted. I told myself that I couldn’t commit because I wanted to be there for Beth 100%, but deep down I knew it was because none of these women could compare to Janet, my late wife, in bed or in any other ways.
Janet was amazing. Long blonde hair and a killer body, both of which Beth had inherited. Janet was insatiable in bed. From the first time we had sex to right before she got sick and past, there was nothing that was out of bounds. We had sex in public, had threesomes, both with men and women, we talked dirty, we did everything. If I would suggested something Janet would eagerly agree, no matter how dirty or unconventional it would be, she was a true submissive and got off on the fact that I would make her do these dirty things and the dirtier and rougher the things we did the better her climax would be. After she died I never thought I would find someone who was as submissive as she was and that would want to be as dirty as Janet was.
Beth would always try to get me to go on dates and never once complained when I did go out with a woman. She truly wanted me to be with someone and be happy. The problem was that I didn’t know how to suggest some of the more dirty things that my wife and I regularly did to these new women, so I ended the relationship as gingerly as I could. So I was resound to jerking off, which didn’t bother me all that much.
So that brings me to Thursday, and the first parent teacher conferences of the school year for Beth’s junior year. As I mentioned, Beth made excellent grades but I would always go to the first parent teacher conferences just to meet the new teachers and let them know I was involved. I showed up at the school at 7 o’clock and started making the rounds. I met Beth’s science, math and history teachers, all of whom I had met throughout the past couple of years. I then met Beth’s English teacher, Ms. Adams.
When I walked into the classroom I was stunned to see that Ms. Adams was no more than 28 years old and drop dead sexy. When she stood to greet me my eyes did a quick glance of her body, tight and in shape. Her knee high skirt and blouse showed her figure, but not too much as to say slutty. Her face was young and vibrant and her green eyes popped against the back drop of her short brown hair. When we shook hands, her skin was soft and delicate, the perfect feel.
We introduced ourselves and talked about Beth. Ms. Adams assured me that Beth was an outstanding student and that she had no worries that she would do very well this year. I explained how I was a single dad, and how Beth’s mother had passed many years ago, and that Beth has never used that as an excuse for poor grades and I wouldn’t allow her too if she did. Ms. Adams asked how I did such an excellent job of raising a teenage daughter as a single father and I blushed saying that Beth had the tougher job.
Our meeting lasted only for a couple of minutes and we shook hands and I started to walk out the room. For some unknown reason to me, before I made it to the door I turned around and said,
“Ms. Adams, would you like to get dinner with me?”
She smiled and said, “Yes, but only if you call me Amy and I can call you Sam.”
I smiled back at her, realizing that I never got her first name, “Of course, Amy, would you like to get dinner with me?”
Amy smiled again and said, “Yes, I get done at around 9.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean tonight, I know you have work to do.”
When I said this Amy quickly let out a frown of disappointment. I somehow managed to catch my mistake and said, “But I haven’t eaten yet tonight and I know a great little place a few blocks from here, called The Bistro.”
Amy’s frown quickly turned to a smile and she said, “I know where that is and I haven’t tried it yet, how about I meet you there a little after 9?”
“Perfect, I will see you then.”
As I walked out of the classroom and to my car I couldn’t help but smile. I just asked a beautiful 28 year old woman out and she said yes. As I got into my car, still feeling good about myself, it suddenly it hit me, where there rules against teachers going out with the parent of a student, and if there wasn’t any rules against it, what would Beth think about it. If I said or did something wrong at dinner Amy might take it out on Beth all year. I felt sick, what had I done?
I made my way to the restaurant and took a seat at the bar. I had a couple of beers while I was waiting for Amy. A little after 9 o’clock Amy walked in, and upon seeing her again I remembered why I had asked her out, she was stunning. We were seated at a table and ordered a bottle of wine to start with. The first five minutes of our conversation were a train wreck. I stumbled with what to say and when I did say something it came out weak and dull. After these five minutes Amy finally asked,
“Is something wrong? You seemed distracted?”
“To be honest with you Amy, when I asked you out I didn’t think about how it could affect Beth.”
Amy smiled and let out a little chuckle.
“You know one date doesn’t mean we are getting married or that I will go crazy if you don’t call me the next day.”
She could see that her comment had eased my tension a little and she continued,
“Look, no matter what happens tonight or any other night I would never take it out on one of my students, especially Beth.”
Hearing this really took a load off of me. I smiled and thanked her for reassuring me that nothing that happened between us would affect my daughter. The rest of the night went great. We talked about my job and how it allowed me to work from home and she told me how she loved teaching. She told me that she had graduated from the same high school that she now taught at and wanted to stay in teaching for a long time. We briefly discussed my wife, nothing to serious. I think Amy could tell I was a little uncomfortable talking about that topic. She told me how she really hadn’t dated anyone in over a year and was pleasantly surprised when I asked her out.
As we finished our second bottle of wine we both realized that we were the last two people in the restaurant and that they were keeping it open just for us. When I suggested that it was probably time for us to leave and let them clean up she responded with,
“Yea, we should go, how about a night cap at my place, it is just a few minutes from here?”
I quickly agreed and I paid the bill and we made our way to the cars. I followed Amy to her house, the whole time thinking I was either going to get very lucky or I was going to make a huge mistake with my daughter’s teacher. As I pulled into the driveway behind Amy I saw that she lived in a nice house that looked very cute. As we walked up the porch Amy explained that she had bought the place a few years ago and was always in the process of fixing something or renovating a room.
As we entered the house she pointed me to the sofa and said she was going to open a bottle of wine and be right back. I sat on the sofa trying to figure out what my next move should be. Amy was almost twenty years younger than me and I had no idea how to move the situation to the next level. Amy returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. I opened the bottle and poured us each a glass and we continued to tell each other about ourselves.
As I was telling Amy about myself she put her glass on the coffee table and leaned in and kissed me. A slow, soft kiss, her tongue gracefully playing with mine as I tried to duplicate her movements. She broke the kiss and looked into my eyes and said that she had wanted to do that since I walked into her classroom hours ago. I smiled and put my glass down on the coffee table and leaned in and kissed her. My hands ran through her soft hair, I ran my fingers along the back of her neck and around to her cheeks. My kiss was manly with force, I wanted to show her that I was a man, who knew what he wanted.
The kiss continued and I leaned her back on the sofa. My hands found her hands I pushed them back behind her head. I laid my body on top of her and continued to explore her mouth with my tongue. My cock was hard and I could feel it pushing against my pants, begging to be released. I slowly began to push my lower body into hers, grinding on her, she could feel my manhood and what she had done to it.
With me on top of her and my hands holding her hands behind her head I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes and said,
“Please tell me if you want to stop, it has been a long time since I have done this and I might not get the signal you want me to slow down.”
“I promise you will know if I want you to stop.” Was her response.
I leaned back down and kissed her neck, running my lips along her soft skin. Low moans escaped her mouth as my lips traced along her neck from one side to the other. I gently bit her ear lobe and pulled on it with my teeth. Amy tried to wrap her arms around my neck but I didn’t let her. I pinned them under her back and smiled letting her know I was in charge. As I continued to kiss her I moved my hands to her chest. I massaged both breasts, feeling the firm tits of a younger woman for the first time in years. My hands on Amy’s tits were having an effect on her, she was kissing me harder, forcing her tongue deeper into my mouth,
As we continued to kiss I began to try to unbutton her shirt. Because of the position of my body on top of hers I could not get the buttons undone. I looked into her eyes, they told me she wanted more. I have no idea why or what came over me, but I looked right into her eyes and grabbed each side of her shirt and ripped it open, exposing her black bra that was holding her tits in. The look in her eyes was unmistakable, having her shirt torn open turned her on.
I lowered my head and began to kiss the top of her breasts. Moving from one breast to the other. I wanted more and so did she. I grabbed her bra and raised it over her tits, giving me full access to them. Her nipples were rock hard and I lowered my face to them, taking the right one into my mouth. I sucked on it, pulling it into my mouth. I released it and moved to the left nipple doing the same thing. As I was alternating between breasts I moved my hand down to Amy’s leg. I started to run my hand up the inside of her right leg, up her thigh, feeling how smooth her skin was. When I made it under her skirt and she didn’t stop me, I took it as a sign to continue.
My hand made its way to her panty covered pussy. I ran my finger up and down the silk material, feeling the wetness and heat coming from her pussy. I added pressure on her slit, my finger forcing the silk material into her cunt. The added pressure forced a moan from Amy, telling me I was doing something right. I found the top of her panties and slowly let my hand wonder down. Her mound was clean shaven, smooth as a baby’s bottom. When my finger reached her pussy I could feel her juices flowing. I ran my finger up and down her slit, which was also free of any hair, coating my finger with her juices.
I began to insert my index finger into her pussy, slowly, wondering if she was going to stop me. When my finger was completely inside her I knew she wanted it. I began to finger her pussy, slowly at first, then picking up pace. I was now gently biting on her nipples as I fingered her wet cunt.
“Oh, that feels so good. Please don’t stop Sam, I need this so bad.”
I moved my head to hers and began to kiss her. This was not a soft kiss, there was passion in it, she was desperate for more and so was I. Our tongues battled in each other’s mouths. I added a second finger to her now soaking pussy, causing her to bite my tongue. I worked my two fingers deep inside her as she grabbed my neck and held our lips together.
Amy broke our kiss and grabbed my hand forcing it deeper inside her wanting cunt.
“God yes, I’m going to cum, please don’t stop!!!”
She gripped my wrist, closed her eyes and threw head back as her orgasm came.
“Yes, Yes, Yes… I’m cumming.