Lesbian Teacher Student Novels & Stories

But that was the nut of the problem. There was one girl in the school who was an open lesbian. Her name was Lisa and she played on the softball team and was all of the clichés that people associated with lesbianism. She was a bit masculine, she was strong and athletic, she had a deeper voice, a bit chubby, and was a bit aggressive. Furthermore, she tended to alienate girls and discomfit boys. It didn't matter that she was a very nice person when you got to know her (Rachael knew Lisa when they were younger and had been friendly acquaintances if not friends). But that wasn't Rachael. She wasn't just suppressing some sort of inner stereotypical lesbian; she was a lesbian and girly-girly.

“Where is she?” Many of the teachers were affronted by our brutish behavior, yet not a single one of them tried to get us to leave. Hell, they didn’t even question our business for being there. One of the other teachers spoke out to answer. “She’s in her classroom. But, what are you—” “That’s classified information,” Liam stated coldly. My God, I felt a swell of pride burst within my chest as I witnessed Liam’s intentional viciousness come through.

“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?

she continued, hardly reacting at all to the teacher's strong words, or the offer that had followed them, "you don't like licking pussy, you don't like going down on girls, you love sucking cock..." "That's right," the teacher said sternly, clearly about to explode in anger once more. "...how do you feel about sucking clit?" "Oh," the teacher replied, sitting down as if the storm had passed, as if she'd never raised her voice at all. "Well, now that you ask - I do love sucking clit."

"I'm Prof. Kingsgrove and I'm your subject teacher for this semester and it's a pleasure to see new faces." I smiled. I noticed that all of the other girls were giggly and smiling so happily as they stare at Prof. Kingsgrove. Now I know why most of the students in this class are women cos they know it was a handsomely hot teacher and I bet they still don't know that Kurt is super gay. I chuckled to myself as he starts talking. When the class was done, I intentionally waited for everyone to leave the room and I ran towards Kurt right away when we were alone and I hugged him. He did the same thing too.

I appreciate the thoughts, but I already have a teacher. "You have a teacher? It can't possibly be some nobody, right?" Sean grumbled. Larissa said calmly, "My teacher is Qwin Carey. He's a skilled doctor, but he doesn't care for fame and wealth." "Qwin Carey?" Sean mocked. "You can't possibly be referring to good old Carey Qwin, right?" Larissa corrected him. "My teacher is Qwin Carey, not Carey Qwin. You must be talking about someone else."

Surprisingly enough, Margaret found a sense of peace there. "I was desperate to find this team a coach," she explained. "So I bowled straight up to these gentlemen and asked if any of them would like a job coaching a girl team. Don't be scared by their intimidating appearance. They're the nicest gay couple I'd ever met." Then she laughed. She'd give up hope that those Russian guys had taken the idea seriously. With a beaming smile, Margaret turned to drag them over. "Thank you so much for coming! Introduce yourselves to the girls!"

"Don't try anything funny, okay? Some of the girls are still underage." She nodded vigorously with a wide smile. To our surprise, no one stopped us. I guess it was because they saw my VIP pass, or that they probably thought Karmen was one of the models. Elise was quite a familiar face that everyone just smiled at her as they passed by. Everything went smoothly. We got into the dressing room again. Girls walked around the place in their sexy underwear. "Oh my ovaries," Karmen breathed as she looked at them. "This is how lesbians get pregnant."

, Lisa stated sadly. I knew I was going to have to make up for leaving Lisa behind, but I didn’t think it was going to hurt me as bad as it was. Lisa and I have been best friends since the day I came to work for New Hope Elementary School. Lisa was the secretary at the school and was in charge of the faculty parties. We started getting close after another teacher, Mr. Green tried to sexually harass her and I stood up for her. It was the start of a great friendship. She trusted me and I trusted her.

At the ceremony where my mother, Helena Marlow, received the Best Homeroom Teacher award, the parents wept with gratitude. They praised her for nurturing the students successfully without ever resorting to harsh discipline, and for helping them all to excellent results. But no one knew that the path to their children’s success had been paved by Mom, using me as a warning to others. When someone in the class stole money, cheated on an exam, or got into a romantic relationship, I was the one punished. During the ceremony, the principal, Ms. Wanda Ambrose, stepped onto the stage to present her award. She asked, “Ms. Marlow, you have so many outstanding students in your class. Which student