The Gym Teacher [Part 2] [M/F] [Student/Teacher] [MDom]

*Authors note: I’m so happy you guys liked the first part! I’m excited to keep the story going for you all, the next one will be from Mr. Miller’s perspective. I’m a busy college student, so it may take me a few more days to get Part 3 up, but for now happy reading! <3*

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**Rose’s Perspective**

I look at the clock on my phone, it reads 3:20

*Shit! Why did I have to lose my self control, I should’ve waited to rub my pussy until I got home*. I think

I’m sitting on a bench outside the gym, my chemistry class ended 20 minutes ago. Most of the students have already left to go home for the day, and I’m all alone in the florescent hallway, squirming nervously in the seat, wishing I could prolong my entrance to Mr. Millers office.

My stomach is in knots, and my face is still burning with embarrassment. I remember the shock on his face, when he flung open the curtain. I can’t believe my gym teacher is the first man to see me naked I think, putting my head in my hands.

The Gym Teacher and The New Student [M/F] [Student Teacher] [Part 1]

*Hi guys! I’ve been a long-time erotica reader and a first-time writer of it. I hope you enjoy my first ever story! If you like the story I’ll add more parts :)!*

**Mr. Miller’s Perspective**

I sigh as I unlock the door to the basketball court. Slung over one arm is my backpack, and in the other a cup of hot black coffee. I trudge into the florescent gym, looking at the colorful student council posters lining the walls above the bleachers. *I hate this job*, I think. After graduating college with an art degree, I had nowhere to go- a shitty job market isn’t exactly accommodating to artists. Unfortunately, Hilltop High wasn’t in need of an art teacher, but my buddy was able to get me a job as the high school PE teacher instead. After one week of sitting on a cold medal bench watching gangly teenagers run in circles, I am ready to quit, but its teaching PE or living in a tent on the street, so I resign myself to my bleak reality and dump my stuff down in the storage room before getting set up for the day.