I was a regular teenage girl; loved shopping, loved chocolate and especially loved boys. Actually, most people said I had been in more relationships with boys than what they could count on their fingers and toes! But, never before had I thought about loving girls. Especially older girls.

     "Hey Amy, I'm ever so sorry I can't be there tomorrow," my friend Jessica shouted across the classroom.

    "Settle down, class," Miss. Sharpe said as she walked into class with the register. "Why, what's going on tomorrow then?"

  "Oh, just Amy's eighteenth birthday!" Tim replied as he drew a naked version of Miss. Tim was such a good drawer. He was so good that he made me look at Miss Sharpe in a new light. Never before had I seen my form tutor look so damn sexy. With that shoulder length blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes, lovely complexion and full red lips. Not forgetting what looked to me like 36DD boobs, firm ass and long legs with no hairs in sight.  Oh, how I wished I could get her on her own, just the two of us, in this classroom on her desk.......

 The next morning, I ran downstairs to open my presents. The only present that I wanted to open was Miss Sharpe's tight wet pussy. I got the usual stuff, CD's, clothes, chocolate but i yearned for a different kind of sweet pleasure. I still had to go to college though. Tuesday. I hate Tuesdays.

  This Tuesday was gonna be different, I thought as I made my way across the grounds. It was different alright. There were no kids in the grounds whatsoever. I looked at my Playboy watch; Ten to Eight! Ten to Eight! Oh my god! I was forty five minutes early! I wasn't alone though. There was a teacher's car on the carpark. A red Fiat Punto. Hey, didn't Miss Sharpe have one of those? Nah, must be the cleaner's or something. I stared at the car for a while but eventually continued making my way into college. When I got in, there were no lights on. Strangely, the building was quite scary with no light so i picked up my pace a little. Along one of the corridors, I bumped into someone. A woman.

 "Amy?"

"Miss Sharpe?"

"Amy, what are you doing here so early?" She whispered, her breathing getting faster by the second.

"I was just about to ask you the same thing! But seriously, I think I came for you." I whispered back, taking hold of her hand. Her palm was I tiny bit sweaty. Did she want me too? God I hoped so! She led me to our classroom, still holding my hand. When we were safely inside, Miss locked the door and dropped the key down her bra.

"I'm glad I bumped into you. No pun intended though." Miss Sharpe exclaimed. "I wanted to give you your birthday present on your own." Was this what I had been waiting for? She cleared her desk and by that I mean she pushed everything onto the floor around our feet. "Take a seat!" Miss said as she turned a dim light on. She edged towards me and told me to get on my knees on the floor. I did as I was told. She was still my teacher right? So I still had to obey her.

"Shut your eyes!" Miss Sharpe whispered with her face very close to mine. I shut my eyes and heard the wooden desk shake and something rustling. "Open them........NOW!" She shouted. On the desk before me, sat a naked Miss Sharpe. She was sat with her legs closed.