Lesbian Student Teacher Novels & Stories

‘Hello everyone’ Miss Lesley McCall a beautiful teacher addressed ‘three new students would be joining you today and you’re wondering why they are not wearing uniforms, that’s because their uniform are not ready yet and please introduce yourselves’ ‘My name is Monalisa Del-a-Cruz, I’m nineteen and I love boxing’ she says with a bored expression ‘My name is Amanda Antonio, I’m eighteen and I love football so if you’re playing football please call me’ she says smiling as every-one chuckles except Lisa. ‘My name is Luca Waltz, and please miss Lesley this is my natural hair cause I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at my hair since I entered’ everyone chuckles again ‘well I’m nineteen and I h

She wanted to be partnered with her best friend. Mr. Putnam picked up a paper from his desk and began to read. "Your Peer-Teaching assignments are Lucy Adam, Jane Waleski. Allan Wong, David Newton. Emily Zuckerman, Susan Webb..." Jane sat stunned. Her partner was Lucy. The math teacher's pet. The poet who heard voices in her head.

I abused him a lot but I just came out with an angry face. I could not have done anything else, my teacher was in front of me. I went outside and stood with my head down and was lost in my own thoughts. It had been just 5 minutes since I had started standing outside when I heard someone's voice, "Why are you standing outside, has the teacher thrown you out? Come, let the three of us sit together in the cafeteria and talk." I looked up and it was Shruti with Vivek. I started laughing after seeing them. "Should I stand outside or go inside, it is none of your business."

I was heading toward the parking lot, bag slung over my shoulder, still thinking about that strange meeting with Miss Valentina when someone suddenly crossed my path. Lila. She was wearing her usual oversized jacket, sunglasses pushed up on her head, and that signature mischievous grin. “Babes,” she said, falling into step beside me. “Did you really go see the new hot teacher?” I let out a breath and nodded. “Yeah, I did.” She raised an eyebrow. “And?” “I think that lady is a bitch,” I said bluntly. “A smooth, elegant, seductive bitch. The way she was talking to me… the way she was looking at me… I know a lesbian when I see one. She was definitely acting like one.”

She was one school staff who would always support students and understand us. "Mr. Lancaster, isn't that too extreme?" Miss. Lilly Singh, a 26-year-old Indian Art teacher said. She was another favorite of the students. With an incredible body and heart-shaped face, she had kind eyes, a sweet smile, a helpful nature and she was the only reason why guys attended Art classes. "No Miss. Singh." And that was the end of the conversation. Hitler turned to face us as Miss. Singh guided a wailing Mrs. Bakes out of the canteen.

She waited for the meeting anxiously, to get all the doubts out of her mind, but she had only one answer 'I have to do it if I want to be the best student'. She left her thoughts aside and continued to enjoy the talk, they stayed until late, Carla said with confidence that she was a lesbian and wanted to try it with a woman, because her parents had forced her to have sex with men. Everyone supported her, it was a youthful camaraderie, little by little the nerves were lost in Jenna, as she listened to her other classmates, each one went to their bedroom to sleep to get up the next day to receive their class routine.

"I don't think I should repeat it to you, sir." I narrow my eyes at her. "I'm asking you to repeat it." She turns uncharacteristically shy as she wraps a strand of hair around her finger mindlessly. "He told me to stop talking." She shrugs. "I told him to stop sexually harassing my friend and trying to get her to suck his cock." The word cock on her lips makes my own twitch in my pants as I narrow my eyes. "Well, I can't deny that you shouldn't talk back to a teacher, but it's not like that was a lie. I assume we're talking of Miss Vasquez?"

I said. Charlotte crouched on the ground sorting out the camera's gears. "What are those for?" asked Olive, having a nosy look at her bag. "Media studies," Charlotte grunted, shoving the mini-tripod and lens around impatiently. "I'm being forced against my will and for no possible educational value to make a documentary about an all-girl baseball team. Even though I happen to think all of the sports are a boring ridiculous excuse for some attention and ego-stroking."

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

I know it’s bad to gloat, but in this case, he really deserved it. “By the way, Alina, I heard you’re no longer working at your school?” Lakisha suddenly asked when she appeared beside me as I went to the kitchen to get juice for the pregnant ladies. “Don’t you want to work at our pack’s school? We just happen to need a second history teacher. The pay is decent, actually very good. The team is friendly, and young talented teachers are valued. Plus, we can easily enroll Tanya there. After all, she’s a future pack member,” my new friend smiled, but I didn’t rush to answer. I do need to earn something, but I’m afraid to be too close to the alpha again — that would hurt.