I drove over to my parents' for a holiday. I had just turned 30 a few days back and was feeling a bit lonely. That night, I was sitting on the porch of the house in which I spent my childhood, thinking of old times and smoking a cigarette - when I saw the neighbours' door open and a tall, slim woman framed in the doorway, cigarette in hand. She came out and the porch light flashed across her face, and a flood of memories came tumbling out of mind.

It was 12 years back - I had just turned 18 and was feeling on top of the world. I was in college, driving my own car, a party every other night, screwing every girl I could lay my hands on - life was good. One friday evening, I was doing some research for a science project in the comp. lab - when she walked in. Ms. Mandi Rose Fanelli was the language prof. and my neigbour. I had been watching her for years, and spent many a night masturbating, thinking about her. She seemed to drive me crazy, anytime I saw her, and never once did I speak to her without stamerring - at my house or in class. I was acutely aware of her bobbing breats, her stylish wavy hair, her glasses, the swaying ass - It was almost impossible to look at her as a teacher. She must have been about 30 back then, and was living alone.

Ms. Mandi Rose Fanelli sat down a few seats away from me in the comp. lab. I watched her covertly - The way her ass was pushed back in the seat, her breasts pressed into the table. I knew my research was ruined, but I sat there anyway, my cock at attention. Pretty soon, the lab empties out and it was getting late. Ms. Mandi Rose Fanelli and I were the only two left in the lab, and I took out a cigarette and started smoking. Suddenly, I felt her watching me and turning, saw that she was indeed looking straight at me. I had a wild hope that this was going to be my lucky day. Then she asked me if I could spare a cigarette. She had forgotten hers. My hopes dashed, I gave her a cigarette, lit it for her and while she inhaled the smoke, I took in her fragrance and a quicj look at her breasts peeking out of her top. She must have felt something, because I could see her turning to give me a speculative look every few minutes. Guess she realized that I was no longer a kid. When she got up, I quickly got up too. and offered her a ride home. We walked out to the car park together, and the silence was deafening. In the car, I kept thinking - Don't screw this up. We quickly reached home, without me opening my mouth and Ms. Mandi Rose Fanelli opening hers only for a yawn. She got out, I had a sinking feeling in my gut - but then she turned around, thanked me for the ride and asked me if I wanted to come in for a drink. I took a quick look over at my house to see if the coast was clear and then jumped out of the car and followed her inside. She gave me a drink, put on some music and sat down on the couch. I was too excited to sit down and wandered arond the room, noting the book shelf, the exotc paitings. She seemed to be looking at me. Then she brought me to a complete standstill - "Would you like to have sex?" She continued while I picked up my jaw off the floor - " I know you have been watching me for a long time. I don't want to have an intimate relation with one of my students, but maybe, in your case, it would be better if we got it out of your system." I was stunned by her straight talk, and even though I was feeling like I was caught with my hands in the cookie jar, in retospect, she was right. That night was one of the best in my wighteen years of life.

She just dropped her skirt, pulled off her flimsy top and stood up in her panties and bra. My penis was throbbing hard and she went down on me to make matters worse. My english prof., Ms. Mandi Rose Fanelli, was on her kness, naked, stroking my penis with her hands and licking it with her tongue. She swallowed my cock deep into her throat and started sucking. It was surreal, almost like a dream. I picked her up and put her down on the couch, spread her legs apart and licked her pussy. She squeeked with pleasure and that gave me some confidence. I took hold of her thighs, pushed them up, revealing her pussy and pushed my penis in hard. She gasped, and her head went back. I banged away, all the stammering and hopeless nights washed away in the pleasure of the moment. She ended up on her knees again, and I aimed at her face let blast, my cum splattering her face and her glasses. Satisfied, I fell back on the couch and she licked my cock clean, giving me a radiant smile.

Ms. Mandi Rose Fanelli and I had sex on and off again throughout the semester, and I felt a change inside me. We talked, about a lot of things, and I found that she had a great sense of humour, in addition to a winderful pussy. I started drifting apart from my friends, the parties were less frequent and their adoscelent beand of humour was no longer amusing. Even my parents must have seen the change and my Mom asked me if I was ok. I said I never felt better in my life. It was true, until the day, at the end of the semester, when Mandi Rose Fanelli dropped her bombshell on me.

After class, she told me to come over at night. I went over, expecting another night of wild sex. She had cooked dinner, which was surprising. She also fusse dover me, even more than usual. I asked her - "What's up?" She asked me to sit down. The here's what she says - "I'm getting married". I was stunned. I managed to blurt out, through a fog of confusion and rage, that she couldn't do this to me and asked her what I had done wrong and so on. No, she says - "It's just that I love someone else. Besides, I'm too old for you." I asked her why she played with me if she loved someone else. Mandi Rose Fanelli replied - " I had sex with you the first time because I thought it be best for both of us, if you could move on and get me out of your system. But then, it was so good, and I couldn't stop. I like you, a lot, and if you were older, maybe it would have been different. But, right now, I think it's best if we stop seeing each other."

I didn't know what to say - so I just picked her up, tore off her dress and screwed her with all my anger. It must have been paonful, becaus eshe was sweating hard and moaning, but I didn't care. i wanted to hurt her, and I turned her around, pushed her head down and slipped my cock into her ass. Pounding into her ass, my hands holding her waist and her hands were trying to get a grip somewhere - for my hands, the couch, anything to steady her. Finally, I came all over back and her buttocks, and she slumped down on the floor. I left her like that, without turning back or a second look. I never saw her again, until today - 12 years later.