Prologue

As this is an actual retelling of events, the beginning is a bit slow. If you want to skip to the sex, jump down to Chapter 3. The names have all been changed, including mine, to protect the not so innocent. If you want to read more about my history, read the prologue.

Chapter 1

I was still learning the layout of the school on the first day and was grateful that my first class was my free period. I was wandering the halls in search of the teachers’ lounge, and more importantly a cup of coffee, when a gorgeous, petite blonde ran into me as I rounded the corner. I staggered back briefly and instinctively wrapped my arms around the energetic woman. We both stared at each other for a moment; then she blushed brightly. I followed the crimson wave as it spread across her face, to her neck and finally disappeared under her loose blouse. I found her reaction quite alluring and couldn’t help but stare, wondering just how far her blush went. She apologized, saying she was late for work and had to get going. I realized I was still holding her, and quickly dropped my hands to my sides as if I had been caught doing something wrong. She giggled and introduced herself as Molly, the dance teacher. She flashed a dazzling smile at me and I was stunned for a moment by the life that shone from her green eyes before she strode away. My eyes dropped to her ass of their own volition. I heard her giggle and looked up to see that I was busted so I shrugged. I called after her, asking where the lounge was and she told me to follow her as it was on the way. I loped after her, easily catching up to her as she hustled along the corridors. She pointed to a windowless door and I waved before ducking inside. Okay, so I stared at her ass before heading inside. I swear there was more sway to her hips than had been there before.
There were a few other teachers milling around, and everyone was quick to introduce themselves to the newest member of the faculty. As I was shaking hands, an older woman announced that she knew all the gossip so if I wanted to know anything all I had to do was ask. When the others went back to their conversations, I pulled her aside and asked about Molly. The older woman smiled and said every new male teacher wanted to know about Molly. Molly had been at the school only a few years, starting work there right after getting married. After hearing all the details about the other female teachers I hurried back to my class room.

The day passed rather smoothly and before I knew it the final bell had rung. I gathered my things and was headed to the gym to meet up with the cross-county team when I saw Molly heading toward me. I smiled at her, nodding my head in greeting. Rather than pass me by she stepped into my path grinning from ear to ear. Her eyes shown with mischief as she said, “I heard you were asking about me.” I groaned, silently berating myself for trusting the older woman. Molly giggled and added, “I hope you weren’t too disappointed to learn I am married.” I looked at her hand and confirmed what I had noticed earlier when we shook hands, no ring. I looked back into those emerald eyes, and she blushed slightly. She pulled a long chain from under her blouse, showing me the band. “I don’t wear my ring to work after nearly losing it several times during dance practice.” I nodded. Molly giggled again, “You are a quiet one, Mr. White. I have to get going, before my girls get completely out of hand.” I managed to say goodbye and shook her hand again. I tried to force my eyes back toward the gym, but I lost the battle and turned to watch her walk away. I saw her turn and flash me another of those dazzling smiles before adding even more sway to her hips. I grinned to myself, wondering if she flirted with everyone or if I were somehow special. Needless to say, I was completely distracted at practice that afternoon. I saw Molly after, walking to her car. Her hair was pulling out of the ponytail she wore and face was slightly red and covered in sweat from dance practice and I instantly imagined her naked and dancing on my cock. I knew I was in trouble.
After that first day, Molly and I flirted outrageously at work. She seemed to delight in getting me turned on and then sending me to either face a class of teenagers or the cross-country team. I pulled every trick I could think of, but couldn’t seem to rattle her. One Friday I had stayed late to work on some paperwork for the upcoming section. Paperwork is not my forte so I was heading to the track to blow off some steam when I heard Molly’s voice describing how horny it made her whenever I touched her. I was shocked to hear her speak like that at school so I stopped and listened. Her sister had surprised her with a visit and I was blown away when she asked Molly to set us up. Molly said it would be too weird to lust after her sister’s boyfriend. I smiled and redoubled my efforts to touch her every chance I got. Hey, I’m a guy. I finally noticed the slight change in her breathing when I let my hand linger on her. Most days I would go home and stroke myself to several orgasms picturing her or watching one of the recordings I had made of her demonstrating a dance to her girls. It was wrong but there was something about her that set me aflame. She was different than every woman I had met, but I still cannot tell you exactly what about her makes her unique. I met her husband at the Christmas party that first year. I would like to say he was an overweight loser with tiny dick, but Chris was actually a decent guy and in relatively good shape. We got along fairly well. I still thought of him as having a tiny dick, but now I felt a bit guilty when I imagined him trying to fuck Molly with it and her asking if he was in yet. Chris and I started hanging out and often met up for a game of flag football or volleyball. I invited him to go running with me, but he declined citing a bum knee. At the athletic awards event at

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