schmoe_128
Hoping I'm her Crush
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Sam Jacobs
28
6'1
225lbs
wavy brown hair
green eyes
slightly muscular, but not overly from his three times a week workouts at the health club
Sam Jacobs had gotten this teaching job right out of college years ago. He had watched several of the young girls blossom into beautiful young women. He knew it was wrong, but he had imagined some of them at home at night as he masturbated. Some of them flirted with him, almost relentlessly, wearing short skirts sitting in the front row, their knees not quite together, unbuttoning an extra button or two as they came into class. He pretended not to notice, he had to. His students were all juniors or younger, making them under age.
Then there was Nichole. Something about her had caught his eye when she first walked into his class as a freshman. He had watched admiringly as she developed into an incredible specimen of female form. Beauty, grace, charm and intelligence. She could have had any boy she wanted in the school, but he didn’t ever remember seeing or hearing of her dating anyone.
Shortly after the start of her senior year, Nichole turned 18 and Sam decided it might be a good time to make a move. All he had to do was figure out a way to get her alone. Then it hit him, the school had a program where teachers could have students as their teachers aides. Perfect, he’d approach the teacher in charge of it, using the excellent grade she’d gotten in his class as reinforcement if there were any questions. She readily agreed to his request
The next day, he caught up with her in the hall. “Nichole could you come to my room after school, I need to discuss something with you about your grades form last year.” He said making it sound like there was a problem.
28
6'1
225lbs
wavy brown hair
green eyes
slightly muscular, but not overly from his three times a week workouts at the health club
Sam Jacobs had gotten this teaching job right out of college years ago. He had watched several of the young girls blossom into beautiful young women. He knew it was wrong, but he had imagined some of them at home at night as he masturbated. Some of them flirted with him, almost relentlessly, wearing short skirts sitting in the front row, their knees not quite together, unbuttoning an extra button or two as they came into class. He pretended not to notice, he had to. His students were all juniors or younger, making them under age.
Then there was Nichole. Something about her had caught his eye when she first walked into his class as a freshman. He had watched admiringly as she developed into an incredible specimen of female form. Beauty, grace, charm and intelligence. She could have had any boy she wanted in the school, but he didn’t ever remember seeing or hearing of her dating anyone.
Shortly after the start of her senior year, Nichole turned 18 and Sam decided it might be a good time to make a move. All he had to do was figure out a way to get her alone. Then it hit him, the school had a program where teachers could have students as their teachers aides. Perfect, he’d approach the teacher in charge of it, using the excellent grade she’d gotten in his class as reinforcement if there were any questions. She readily agreed to his request
The next day, he caught up with her in the hall. “Nichole could you come to my room after school, I need to discuss something with you about your grades form last year.” He said making it sound like there was a problem.