Over the course of the summer, I did indeed keep masturbating to her. At first I’d masturbate after frustrating thrill-less dates with Johnny, but even after we broke up a few weeks into summer, I still kept up my thoughts of her, and my masturbation schedule. Sometimes I even wore my poor body out. It wasn’t its fault I fell so hard for Ms. Wagner. But was it mine?
Part of me wasn’t even surprised when I came back to Hazelwood next year and found out she’d left this school. Sudden emergency plans, or something like that, since Hazelwood liked to send off their retiring and transferring teachers with an over-the-top ‘goodbye assembly.’ Still, I knew I’d miss her, and even though it wasn’t unexpected, that didn’t mean it hurt any less. We would have been so fucking amazing together, and at least sexually, we were. I just would have given anything to do it again, or hell, even to inhale her scent or feel her skin on mine one last time. A sendoff, or a parting gift. Instead I got silence, rejection that I had to find out myself, and no closure.
I got that her job was on the line, and it wasn’t like we could continue fooling around after school and presuming we would never get caught, but… it’s not like I demanded that from her. Hell, as far as obsessed students that slept with their teachers go, I’d even have called myself level-headed. I never asked first, I played along, and I accepted that she got to call the shots, she got to decide when we fooled around, and that we did things when she was particularly horny. And when she decided she didn’t want to have fun with me anymore, I wasn’t even deserving of an explanation why.
For the first full week of that school year, I expected her to just walk through the doors of my classroom like nothing happened, or even give me a note explaining why she had to leave. Hell, even be a substitute teacher (although, it wasn’t easy to picture her of all people as a sub). Then, I got angry. She got to have her way with me. Twice. She gave me a taste of heaven, then clipped my wings and told me that I had to live my life I had before I met her, and… I didn’t want to go back to that life. No one would.
In a way, I guess she was right. I don’t think I ever could forgive her. But I knew that if she ever found me again, and asked me to get my knees again and eat her out, or suck her big beautiful breasts, I would never have said no.
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