Teaching high school teenaged girls meant both pleasurable moments and challenges... Basically, I could look, but never, ever touch! Overall, girls aged 16-18 are very sexy, healthy and, mostly, naive. Generally, they like the attention teachers give them, and, when young, I was a popular, good looking, physically fit man, so teenaged girls by and large liked me. This alone made teaching worth-while. Outside of school, adult women treated me fair enough, but I was no stud by any means. So having the attention of young girls was great for my ego. When I lectured in front of the class, they paid attention to me, looking me in the eye, smiling! This was not the case with women my age. I was no hottie.

Another bonus that comes with teaching is talking with teenaged girls one-on-one. Some girls would stay after class or after school and want some tutoring or just to talk. In my mind, I relished those times, especially if the girl was pretty or had sexy tits or a nice round bubble ass or wore jeans that were tight or tops that were low cut. Fashions came and went, with certain periods when girls all followed the fashion trends, like wearing thong bikini panties that I could see when walking around the class behind them, or short denim skirts that hiked up when they sat down, or tight leggings that allowed me to study the shapes of their legs and asses. Also, when students were taking a test, they'd all sit facing the front of the room and I'd try to find just the right spot where I could look up a girl's skirt and see her panties! I spent so many hours spying on girl’s bodies! Only occasionally did I get a great view, but I still have certain views imprinted in my brain.

For example, I can still pull up an image of Naomi Halewood in her plaid skirt, sitting on a stool, the skirt only reaching mid-thigh, and her legs spread far enough apart that I could see all of her thigh's smooth whiteness right up to her white cotton panties. From time to time she'd adjust her bottom and I'd look right at her pantie-clad crotch, thinking that's her pussy right there, right there under that sheer material. In between classes I went to the faculty men's room and masturbated into the toilet.

Even better, a Swedish girl, Anna Eilert, enrolled in school mid-semester. She was a real stunner, about 5'4", with shoulder-length blond hair, a bright white-toothed smile, and a curvaceous body that implied sex no matter where you looked from head to toe. She had trouble making friends, but teachers are always an easy mark, so she'd sometimes stay after and ask me about her assignments. The way she dressed was quite shocking. Sometimes I'd feel red with embarrassment because I couldn't stop staring at one part of her voluptuous body or another: There was one day in particular, she wore a dress with material so thin that, when she stood in front of the window with sun beaming through, I could see the complete outline of her body. It was like having x-ray vision! like seeing her naked! It was also evident that she had on thong panties and no brassiere! I tried to look away, but my eyes kept coming back. Did she know? Was she doing this to tease me? I suddenly noticed I was getting a hard on and quickly sat down at my desk. Anna approached and stood on the opposite side of my desk. She leaned forward with her two hands supporting her weight on the desktop I was stunned and amazed beyond words that the top of her dress drooped down in a curve and my line of sight allowed me to completely and totally see the fullness of both of her stunning breasts, full breasts, naked breasts, rounded and firm with perfect pink aureole and nipples like pencil erasers. And I could see even further, between her breasts was her belly and navel and even her tiny panties, a full view of her panties, white with blue polka dots, and tight, so tight they couldn't have been tighter, pulled tight against her crotch, her pussy... I was in a daze, I dared not stare, but I couldn't do anything but stare. A better teacher would have looked away, would have stood up, would have done anything to avoid the sexual nature of my interaction with Anna, my beautiful, sexy Swede. But not me, not perverted me, not me the chronic masturbator. No, I'd dart a look down her dress for a second, then look away, then back down her dress. I couldn’t look anywhere else, the view was pure heaven. Then I looked at her eyes, which met mine, mine that said desire, sin, desire, guilt, desire, shame, desire, desire, desire. It was all I could do retain what little sense of decorum I had left, and then it was over. Perhaps she gave up on me, perhaps she'd had her fun, perhaps god had been toying with me! Needless to say, at the first opportunity I went to the faculty men's room and masturbated into the toilet.

There you have it, I’m such a worthless masturbator. But probably it’s for the best. Had I molested Anna it might have ruined her life and mine. Better to jack off in private than to be shamefully arrested and spend time in jail and be labeled a sex offender… although I’m not far from that!