High School Love - A Collection of Romances

Grade This Pussy

Ms. Raquel sits in the teacher's lounge, grading the essays her students wrote. She's quite a fan favorite, due to her laid-back nature and humor. She sighs and writes a few scores,  a bit overwhelmed with her workload. 

After a moment or two, Mr. Andrew comes in. She's seen him around, but she's never actually talked to him. He's kind of cute, though.

He goes to the coffee maker and pours himself a mug, drinking it black. His ebony hair is slicked back into a neat style. He looks over at her and sees a big stack of papers by her. He'd offer to help, but his specialty is science, not English.

"Test week, huh?" He says, hoping to empathize with her. He tends to get a lot of work during this time of school year, too. She nods in response. "Yeah, test week." He chuckles a bit. "Are your students easy?"

"Not always," she replies. Her students tend to be a little wild sometimes, after all. "Mine too," Andrew says. "They can be a little bit crazy when it comes time for labs." 

"I bet." She giggles a little. He grabs a paper cup and pours her some coffee. Despite not talking to her, he's observed her preferences closely. She likes her coffee with one creamer and two sugars. He brings her the coffee with a smile. "Oh, thank you," she says gratefully. He nods at her and says, "No problem."

They chat for a while as the two of them deal with their students' grades, gradually getting more familiar with each other.

'She's gorgeous,'  Andrew thinks to himself. Her thin-lipped smile, the way her voluptuous body jiggles with every movement, her refried hair... It's quite attractive to him. And her sarcastic humor is witty and tasteful too, something not everybody can pull off. 

Raquel's thoughts of him aren't far off. The way he could pass as Asian, his head that's a little too big for his body, and his patchy facial hair all suggest the image of a rugged lumberjack, ready to take her on.

"You wanna go out sometime?" He blurts out. She's a bit surprised; it's a rather out-of-the-blue request. She's glad he asked though, and says, "Sure."

He smiles. "How's... Friday night, 9:00PM? I'll pick you up if you want." Raquel nods. "Sounds good. My address is 69420 Coochiesuck Avenue." Andrew nods and kisses her on the cheek before getting his things and leaving the teacher's lounge. Raquel is left surprised and she touches the spot where he kissed her in awe.

The following Friday evening, Raquel meticulously gets ready for her first hot date in about five years. She wears a chic red slip dress with black nylon pantyhose on her freshly shaved legs. Her hair is styled into a classy updo and her nails are painted a crimson rose color. Her makeup looks professionally done. Soon, she hears a knock at her door. She quickly spritzes some Chanel No. 5 on her neck and rushes down with her black fur coat and Birkin bag. She opens her front door and Andrew is waiting for her there with a bouquet of roses. 

"Hello," she says coyly.

"Hi," he replies with an earnest smile. He walks her to his red Corvette, and opens the door for her.

"Thank you, Andrew," Raquel replies. She fixes her hair a bit more as he gets in the car. They drive over into Manhattan and have a romantic candlelit dinner in a revered Little Italy restaurant. Raquel eats a lot, but Andrew thinks it's cute.

Soon, he drops her off at her place. "Thank you," she says as she holds his hand. "I had a lot of fun tonight."  He smiles. "I did too. Would you mind if I came in?"

"Of course you can," she giggles. He chuckles back and comes inside, taking off his blazer. She takes off her coat and gets comfortable by her fireplace, settling into her mid-century couch.

"Love the decor," he says. "Very classy."

"Thank you," she says. "I chose it myself." 

He settles into the spot next to her. He pulls her in for a kiss, gripping her love handles. They French kiss for a while as both of them begin to feel the temperature rise.

"Oh, Andrew," Raquel mutters. "Yes, Raquel?" He replies. "Take me. Take me now.~"

He nods and begins to strip, and she does the same. They're like the opposite of each other. Her body is bronze and very curvy, with plentiful fat rolls. He's rather lanky, though, and almost bone white. Still, he seems to take her very well, as he begins to erotically grope her. She moans, enjoying his touch, and his intensity increases as he spreads open her huge thighs and forces his dick into her fat, wet hole.

She moans loudly as he begins to thrust wildly. He pants heavily and grips her love handles harder. "God, you're so..." he begins but never finishes the sentence. "Oh, Andrew!~"

This passionate contact goes on for a few hours, before Andrew cums and fills Raquel with his almost-Asian seed. Following that, she squirts. They cuddle for the rest of the night.

In the morning, they wake up and kiss again. "Good morning, Raquel." "Good morning, Andrew." She smiles. "Let's go clean up a bit." He nods and follows her upstairs to her bathroom. It's very chic and in the same mid-century style. She fills up her bathtub with water and body wash, and squirts in a few oil pearls. They get in the tub and intimately bathe with one another.

A few weeks later, Raquel starts feeling nausea in the morning. Stressed, she goes to Rite Aid and buys a pregnancy test. It comes out positive.

She calls Andrew up. "Hey, Andrew?" "Yes?" he responds sweetly. "I'm pregnant, and it's yours. I haven't had sex with anybody else since I was 19." He goes quiet for a while. "I see. Do you plan on keeping it?" She thinks for a moment before responding, "Yes." He hangs up on her. He later sends her a text: 

'10/10 pussy. But I can't raise a kid.'

 Heartbroken, Raquel begins to cry.

She checks his contact, and finds that he's blocked her. The next day at work, she doesn't see him anymore. She asks her friend, Nikki, about it.

"Hey, Nikki?" she asks, concealing her emotions.

"Yes, Raquel? What's up?"

"Do you know where Andrew went? The science teacher?"

"Oh, he resigned," Nikki replies. "He's transferring to a school in Brooklyn."

"O-oh... Okay, thanks," she replies, trying to hide how hurt she is.

She's been left to raise her baby alone.