KindredFlame
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This is another story in a series that I hope to be calling Leaving School.
Everyone in this story is 18 or Over
I was not that good at school, however I remained and school to retake my GCSEs. I think all the teachers had given up on me and as I was now 18 I could have just walked away, I would have done this if it wasn’t for one teacher. Her name was Miss Sally Nugent.
Miss Nugent and seemed to hit it off from the moment we met, she was the new PE teacher and her body was fantastic in its form. She very supportive of me from day one and I enjoyed her lesson very much.
Miss Nugent became our history teacher and re sparked my interest in the subject But PE was my true passion and because of Her I was able to get a GCSE B in the subject as well C in History and Maths.
Ok this doesn’t sound like very much but to me it was transforming as I was seriously dyslexic and had always been told I was rubbish and worthless in school and at home, however that is another story.
During my last few months at school Miss Nugent and I became very close I was now helping her with PE lessons and her after school fitness training classes. It was after One of these classes that I was helping her clear up I checked the changing rooms finding the usuals like hair bands and the odd sock and a couple of pairs of knickers all of which I took back to the teachers changing rooms finding them empty, I put the items into bags and marked where they were found and when placing them in the lost and found box.
I was about to leave when I heard the bouncing of a basketball on the wooden floor of the sports hall. There was Miss Nugent running up the court dribbling the ball then taking a shot at the basket, the ball hit the backboard and tipped the ring before bouncing out a back to earth.
“Bad luck Miss N! I have cleared the changing rooms see you tomorrow!” I said trying not to laugh that she missed the basket.
“You know Emily you really should call me Sally especially when we are alone like this.” Sally Nugent said, adding that if I thought I could do better let’s try a bit of one on one.
I had not played a lot of Basketball but I was a pretty good shot when it came to netball so I said. “Ok, you’re going down.” How strange this was something that was only to happen later that evening, if only I knew I wouldn’t have spent so much energy trying to beet her at basketball.
The game was hard and she played hard but after twenty minutes the scores were 9 a pice and it was supposed to be the first two 11. It was at this point the school janitor came in. “I need to sweep the court we have a league match at 8:30”
“Ok!” Said Sally and we halted our game and headed out. Sally told me she was going to take a shower and then she would drive me home, I agreed adding that I could do with one also as I smelt very unladylike after the workout we had just had.
Sally suggested that I use the shower in the teachers locker room as it had a lock on the door. I agreed thinking nothing of it. “You go first!” Sally said.
I went into the shower room stripped off and got into the shower quickly sopping up my body tacking extra care under my arms and between my legs. Sally poked her head around the door asking if I was ok. I tried to hide the scratches on my back and thighs but he stepped in further and her eyes scanned my naked body mentally Reregistering every mark.
I asked for her to pass me a towel and she did. I wanted to get out of there but she asked me to wait and she undressed in front of me showing that she also had scars also. She got into the shower with no embarrassment and started to wash, I took my clothing out into the locker room and dressed into my day clothing putting a clean pair of white knickers on.
Sally came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her but I could see the scars on her shoulders and the top of her arms. She asked if I wanted to talk about it? I shook my head and watched her as she dressed and I knew from that moment I loved her.
The end of term came and Sally and I spent that time getting to know each other we first slept together and she made me cum so hard that her fine sheets were soaked with my juices. I had never known sex like this, Sally was tender and firm, loving and forcing at the same time, she blew my mind repeatedly taking me to new nights of orgasm. Those few weeks we spent together were the most joyous of my life up to that point.
It all ended quite suddenly, we were woken by a phone call one morning I did not hear the details of the conversation. All she told me was that I had to go and that was the end of our relationship. I was heartbroken I returned to my home and cried for the remainder of the day.
A few days later there was a knock on my door, I was in bed and I wasn’t going to answer it. I stuck my head out of the window shouting. “ what do you want?” Without looking to see who it was.
“ Emily!” The voice said, it was clear and precise and I recognised it immediately.
It was a voice that had brought memories of my mother’s death but it was a voice that belonged to an angel.
“Wait, I’m coming, don’t leave.” I shouted as I grabbed any peace of clothing that made me halfway presentable, then ran down the stairs to meet my future wife.
Everyone in this story is 18 or Over
I was not that good at school, however I remained and school to retake my GCSEs. I think all the teachers had given up on me and as I was now 18 I could have just walked away, I would have done this if it wasn’t for one teacher. Her name was Miss Sally Nugent.
Miss Nugent and seemed to hit it off from the moment we met, she was the new PE teacher and her body was fantastic in its form. She very supportive of me from day one and I enjoyed her lesson very much.
Miss Nugent became our history teacher and re sparked my interest in the subject But PE was my true passion and because of Her I was able to get a GCSE B in the subject as well C in History and Maths.
Ok this doesn’t sound like very much but to me it was transforming as I was seriously dyslexic and had always been told I was rubbish and worthless in school and at home, however that is another story.
During my last few months at school Miss Nugent and I became very close I was now helping her with PE lessons and her after school fitness training classes. It was after One of these classes that I was helping her clear up I checked the changing rooms finding the usuals like hair bands and the odd sock and a couple of pairs of knickers all of which I took back to the teachers changing rooms finding them empty, I put the items into bags and marked where they were found and when placing them in the lost and found box.
I was about to leave when I heard the bouncing of a basketball on the wooden floor of the sports hall. There was Miss Nugent running up the court dribbling the ball then taking a shot at the basket, the ball hit the backboard and tipped the ring before bouncing out a back to earth.
“Bad luck Miss N! I have cleared the changing rooms see you tomorrow!” I said trying not to laugh that she missed the basket.
“You know Emily you really should call me Sally especially when we are alone like this.” Sally Nugent said, adding that if I thought I could do better let’s try a bit of one on one.
I had not played a lot of Basketball but I was a pretty good shot when it came to netball so I said. “Ok, you’re going down.” How strange this was something that was only to happen later that evening, if only I knew I wouldn’t have spent so much energy trying to beet her at basketball.
The game was hard and she played hard but after twenty minutes the scores were 9 a pice and it was supposed to be the first two 11. It was at this point the school janitor came in. “I need to sweep the court we have a league match at 8:30”
“Ok!” Said Sally and we halted our game and headed out. Sally told me she was going to take a shower and then she would drive me home, I agreed adding that I could do with one also as I smelt very unladylike after the workout we had just had.
Sally suggested that I use the shower in the teachers locker room as it had a lock on the door. I agreed thinking nothing of it. “You go first!” Sally said.
I went into the shower room stripped off and got into the shower quickly sopping up my body tacking extra care under my arms and between my legs. Sally poked her head around the door asking if I was ok. I tried to hide the scratches on my back and thighs but he stepped in further and her eyes scanned my naked body mentally Reregistering every mark.
I asked for her to pass me a towel and she did. I wanted to get out of there but she asked me to wait and she undressed in front of me showing that she also had scars also. She got into the shower with no embarrassment and started to wash, I took my clothing out into the locker room and dressed into my day clothing putting a clean pair of white knickers on.
Sally came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her but I could see the scars on her shoulders and the top of her arms. She asked if I wanted to talk about it? I shook my head and watched her as she dressed and I knew from that moment I loved her.
The end of term came and Sally and I spent that time getting to know each other we first slept together and she made me cum so hard that her fine sheets were soaked with my juices. I had never known sex like this, Sally was tender and firm, loving and forcing at the same time, she blew my mind repeatedly taking me to new nights of orgasm. Those few weeks we spent together were the most joyous of my life up to that point.
It all ended quite suddenly, we were woken by a phone call one morning I did not hear the details of the conversation. All she told me was that I had to go and that was the end of our relationship. I was heartbroken I returned to my home and cried for the remainder of the day.
A few days later there was a knock on my door, I was in bed and I wasn’t going to answer it. I stuck my head out of the window shouting. “ what do you want?” Without looking to see who it was.
“ Emily!” The voice said, it was clear and precise and I recognised it immediately.
It was a voice that had brought memories of my mother’s death but it was a voice that belonged to an angel.
“Wait, I’m coming, don’t leave.” I shouted as I grabbed any peace of clothing that made me halfway presentable, then ran down the stairs to meet my future wife.
