I never saw schoolgirls as sex objects until I was doing my student teaching and one of my students kept showing me her camel toe, with her silky pink panties stretched tight over her fat, swollen labia. I did my best not to look, but Cindy made it so easy to see up her skirt, and her slim, creamy thighs were so sexy, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her crotch. Once you’ve seen the gates of paradise, you can’t unsee the awesome sight. I couldn’t get the image out of my mind, especially after the day her panty crotch had a large wet spot.

Some veteran teachers are eager to tell new teachers anything negative they know about a student or their family. I got a warning from an old teacher, the kids called, “The Wicked Witch of the West,” to be careful at Parent/Teacher conferences with Cindy’s mom, because the woman had been arrested more than once for prostitution. It took all my resolve to keep fantasies out of my mind of me doing Cindy and her mom together.

I made it through student teaching, passed the test, and got my license. I never acted on my pedophile thoughts, and because my area of specialization was Reading Disabilities, I had 75% boys in my classes.

One thing that makes life difficult for most Learning Disabled kids is that they are usually weird in some way. Many have irritating personalities, and quite a few are, to be blunt, funny looking. Those characteristics kept me out of trouble for several years.

I was an effective teacher, and I developed some of my own teaching methods that helped my students make above average progress.

I was still single. I was with my first girlfriend from age seventeen to age twenty. Her dad hated me and finally she caved to his pressure and dumped me before we had consummated our mutual lust. I never got over it. I jerked off a lot, to memories of doing it dry with Jane and Cindy’s pink panty crotch, her camel toe, and the big wet spot on her tight, pink panties. I never met anyone who made me forget Jane.

I was surprised when one of my classes was made up of normal looking and acting 8^th Graders. The class was even more unusual because it was 50% girls. I was inspired to develop new tools and methods to help these kids get out of Special Ed and back in regular classes. As a result, there was a lot more conversation going on as we worked on social behavior as well as academic subjects. I had a different relationship with these students, more like a coach or mentor than a teacher.

While I had all the students for reading instruction, I taught other subjects too. My Earth Science class was all girls. I had a thirteen-year-old student the year before who had an older boyfriend who seduced her, got her pregnant, and dumped her. The girl had strong religious beliefs, so she delivered and raised twin daughters as a single mom. I was determined to make sure this class of girls had the information needed to prevent a boyfriend from conning her into unprotected sex.

The district policy forbid teaching sex education, but did allow teachers to answer ANY student question. I gave out blank file cards and asked the girls to write their questions on the cards and put them in a “Question Box.” I would read and answer the questions. Of course, I would add my own questions to make sure the girls were getting what I thought was essential information.

I was surprised at how much the girls knew about sex, but I was shocked at the amount of misinformation they believed was true. By the end of September, I thought my students were protected against getting fooled by a boyfriend.

The girls always wanted to tell me dirty jokes. I was never able to convince them that telling their adult male teacher sex jokes was inappropriate. One unintended side effect of these interactions was a change in my perception of the maturity level of some fourteen-year-old girls.

While the girls in my class were all cute, they all seemed like kids to me, and I wasn’t taking any improper interest in any of them. That is, until the kids came to school in costume for Halloween.

Karen came in a very accurate copy of a Playboy Bunny costume. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She was a cute as a button blonde with a lithe figure. Karen was about four feet six inches tall and weighed around eighty pounds. She had developed early and had what I estimated was a B Cup bust. On her little body her breasts looked big, and the Bunny costume accentuated her boobs, so Karen looked like my idea of the perfect girl. The costume did not have the same padding in the crotch of the original Bunny costume, and so I had a totally unobscured view of Karen’s camel toe. I spent a lot more time behind my desk than usual that day.

One of the strategies I used to get resistant readers to pick up a book was reading out loud to my students. My parents both read to me when I was young, and I think those calm, warm, family moments had a lot to do with my love of reading. That love paved the way for my success in school. I picked books with interesting stories and lots of action. I usually sat on my desk to read to the students, so I’d be closer to the kids. Since I would be looking at the book I was reading rather than at the students, I thought it would be safe for me to sit on my desk that day. My cords were baggy, and I’m not huge, so I didn’t think there was too much risk.

As I was reading the scene where Bilbo is rescuing the Dwarves from the goblins on the way to the Lonely Mountain, I became aware of the scent of a girl in heat. I paused and looked over the top of the book and saw an extreme camel toe and a big wet spot on the crotch of Karen’s costume. I could see that she was squirming in her seat. I popped a boner faster than I thought possible.

The bell rang and most of the kids ran for the door, but Karen came up to the front of the classroom and sat next to me on my desk.

Karen sat VERY close to me and put her head on my shoulder. She whispered, “Is the bulge in your pants for me? I hope so, because I’m wet for you.”

I didn’t move away from her. Her sex scent and the feel of her skinny, soft, hot body, pressed tightly against mine made me say, “I think we need to talk things over with your mom. I’m afraid you know too much for your age, and it might get you in trouble.”