Lesbian School Teacher Novels & Stories

" I missed Nina too, you know, he let out a chuckle. When we reached the car I immediately slid, he put the key in the ignition and turned on the eng. I looked over his shoulder just to check if someone was at the back and we pulled away Peter and I met a year ago he was watching one of my basketball games when he stepped into the crowd and my eyes saw he raked him. And he happened to be a fan of basketball but his forte is soccer. I was focused on the games that I barely had time for… Basketball is my passion and I'm not letting my sex stop me from pushing for it. I wanted a guy that would understand everything I do and will do. It had come to a point where my teammate teased me for being a

I said smiling. “Like when the male janitor that molest most girls called us into the cleaning room that day and tried to force himself on me. You turned his mop bucket on the top of his head and the soapy water dripped from his head to his toe, and we both took turns in kicking him hard on his groin.” “Or when that lesbian history teacher, Mrs Katherine tried herself on me and we both tore her clothes to shreds and left her in the classroom naked,” I burst into laughter after saying this.

"Thank you, Ma'am. I'm just doing what I love to do." Mrs Louisiana smiled again. "You are a remarkable person, Miss Angela. You are truly a blessing to this school and to these children,you are good enough to be out there in a good school but..." "I am honoured to work here,I am glad I am happy to help those children..that's my favourite thing about teaching," she said, her voice full of emotion. Mrs Louisiana smiled at her with admiration. Angela continued. "These kids are so special to me, and I want to do everything I can to help them. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to do that Mrs Louisiana and you founded this school,you are a real life heroine go this children."

He was simply there, present, giving me his entire attention. “I teach drama at an integrated Montessori school,” he said. “All ages. I love it! Give them the right material and you can see the exact moment when their shells crack open. They go from being terrified of what their peers might think to realizing they have their own voice. It’s the best part of my day, hands down.” I listened, fascinated. In my world, passion was usually tied to profit or prestige. Matthew wasn’t like that. He was out and proud, completely at peace with who he was. His homosexuality was just a fact of his existence, like the color of his eyes.

Until next time you stay girly and I'll stay in the closet awaiting my best opportunity to finally escape. Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

On the tabletop was an abundance of foods overflowing from one end to the other. The bright-haired goddess hadn't eaten anything since her arrival. She was instantly lured by the myriad of platters filled with delicacies - seasoned roasted lamb with garlic and herbs plus goat cheese and grilled geese drizzled with olive oil. Persephone circled the table as if in a trance. There were fresh-baked sweetbreads, dripping honeycomb, and lemon cakes dusted with icing sugar. It made Persephone's mouth watered at the sight of them.

I giggled. Paula was a hopeless romantic, but unfortunately it seemed she was only interested in guys that wanted her for one night. But I was hardly one to dispense with relationship advice. We were just about the only two single teachers at our school and everyone gossiped that were probably closet lesbians. If I didn't find the right guy by 30 I just might have to switch teams.

“I’m the new math teacher.” I ignored that strange feeling once again. Maybe Liam was right. I, at least, needed to get laid. It had been a long time, and the need for a release was growing increasingly overwhelming. Especially when every time this woman smiled, I felt like kissing that mouth. I shook my head. She was a teacher at Hazel’s school. What on earth was I thinking?

Tall, Hispanic and well-built, he towered over many of the teachers in height. Angela called him her sexy goliath. He is the only teacher at the school that had a tattoo that covered the length of both hands up to the wrist. Could he be the one who came to my rescue in the bathroom? Ms Greenleaf, our principal, sat in a conspicuous part of the basketball arena. In her brightly coloured clothes and overdone makeup, she clapped eagerly when the freshmen scored, as though trying to make her clapping known. Last year, she got into some trouble when a woman stormed the school with a gun and demanded from her to leave her husband alone. Ever since, she had earned the moniker, mafia bimbo. The woma

Evan asked "Well for one homosexuality is accepted at the school because people should feel comfortable with who they are. There's a lgbtq group and we support everyone. Homophobia isn't acceptable here so I would like you to keep Nathaniel under control. Bullying is unacceptable," She said to them "Why are you the school's principal?" Leon asked her "Excuse me?" She asked