In my senior year of HS I had a history teacher, Miss Vee, who was fresh out of college, she was just my image of perfect. Lithe, charming, great figure and wore the short skirts of the 60's. Of course I had no chance with her.
Move the clock forward 2 years, I'm in college and a buddy and I are renting an apartment in a big complex. We are relaxing in the pool on afternoon and who comes out in a bikini, Miss Vee, now just Vicki. We chat about college, she's still teaching at my old HS and just have a great time. My buddy is making margaritas and bringing them out to the pool and making sure Vicki's cup is always full, he's a great wingman.
After a while she asks if I want to see the yearbook from last year to see how everyone is doing, of course, so we go up to her apartment. When I tell he of the crush I had on her, no woman can resist that, we end up screwing until her roommate comes home. We had a lot of fun that summer, but when school started she had an argument with the principal and ended up moving back to N. Carolina. Never saw her again.
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