Teacher Reunion

This is a work of fiction. Everyone named IS real and the location, name’s, ages and dates have not been changed, I did attend this school when I said I did but to protect my identity I have not named myself in the story.

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“Why don’t you come back to my place?” How long had I waited to hear those words from Ms. McMillan, it had been from the first English lesson I had with her when I was aged 14 if you must know. The first time I saw her I fell for her, even at that age I knew she was the one for me, and for the next 2 years until I left school I dreamed about her.

I will never forget my days at The Foulstone School, mainly because of my English teacher, every lesson at least once my eyes would be drawn to her, if she bent over I’d be looking at her perfect round ass abut the best times were when she marked work, being quite tall I could see perfectly down her top. Ms. McMillan always wore tight fitted; quite low cut tops and she had one perfect set of breasts inside them, her cleavage drove me mad every time I saw it.

I should tell you about her, well Clancy McMillan was her name, she had a mixed brown and red hair that was quite short, it didn’t go to her shoulders but that just made her look sexier in my young eyes, she I assume was around 25 or 26, she looked it anyway and her best feature was defiantly her body, the curve of her hips and that ass well it set my life long love of asses and legs, I used to make sure I could see it most of the class, the way she would sway as she walked drove me wild. She must have had atleast a D if not DD chest, the way her tight tops hugged her figure and her cleavage showed it was perfect.

I guess it was her who started a lot of my preferences, my love of older women, my fetish for panties (although I must admit I never saw hers in school I’d always think about them back home!) my obsession with a curvy body and a round ass, they all go back to Ms. McMillan.

You may think its strange for a 14 year old from form 8L to lust so hard for a teacher he could never have, but if you’d seen my English teacher you’d have felt just the same, she was the hottest teacher in the school, well apart from Miss. Parks the Geography teacher maybe.


I had got the invite in the post, I am not sure how anyone still knew I lived in the same house I did when I was at school, I was now 21, it had been 5 years since I left and upon leaving I had lost contact with most of my friends from there.

I opened the letter and read the note; it was inviting me to a reunion that someone had started up, to be held just after New Year. I was sceptical about going at first, not sure who would turn up or if I would even remember anyone, but it was my mum who talked me into going.

“Go on get out and see them again, it could be fun” she said, I had to admit I was tempted to see what everyone was up to again after 5 years and after a while of thinking I said ok I’ll go.

It was a few weeks before the reunion so I had plenty of time to get some things ready, I was never that good of a dresser and this time would be no different, some jeans and a t-shirt would do I thought so that’s what I wore.

Finally the day arrived, and saying I’ll be back when I’m back I left the house to go back to school. It was so different when I went back in, there had been new things built onto the school, the windows had been replaced and new teachers and new subjects now took up a lot of the classrooms, then I heard a familiar voice.

“Hey look at you!” I turned and saw Leanne, I looked and smiled, not sure who it was at first but then it clicked in my brain, Leanne was one of the hottest girls in school when I was there and now at 21 in the year 2006 she was just as hot, I was amazed she remember who I was, I didn’t look much like I did back then but she must have a better memory then me.

“Hi Leanne, I didn’t recognise you!” I said before to my surprise she game me a quick hug, ‘wow I’ll have to go to more of these’ I thought joking to myself

Leanne and me chatted for a while as more people came over and memories came flooding back. Rachel, Joe, Dom, Chris even Kimberly and others were there, a lot of my form mates and people from other forms I knew, we all caught up laughing and joking at what we’d been doing for the last few years.

On a walk around some of the school I bumped into more people, some teachers, a lot of who didn’t recognise me at first until they heard my name then it came back and we had a laugh, I was still calling them Miss or Mr. Whatever, 5 years on and I still didn’t know their names.

“So what you been up to then?” was a popular question, I was tempted to tell them about my writing here, the stories I’d done since leaving but I thought better of it and just said, “Oh this and that” with a smile.

It was fun chatting again to friends, but my mouth went dry when I was she again, I knew instantly who it was, it could only have been Ms. McMillan. She looked just the same, only a little older, now about 32 or 33 though she still had a figure to kill for.

I went back to the shy school kid who lusted after her those years ago, I so wanted to walk over to her and say “Hi” or something like that, but I just couldn’t do it, there was the woman of my dreams for so long stood in yet another tight fitted top and skirt, her cleavage even bigger then in class, well she wasn’t in class now after all this was a social occasion not a class room full of horny 14 year old school kids, we were all now atleast 20 most 21 years old.

It was classroom M25, my first form room before we changed for tutors, where I saw her, I didn’t know what subject was taught in there now, it was Mr.