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School Daze

By: Sweet Marie



"Another night of pretending to listen to everyone's poetry," groaned Charles as he entered the conference room where the Writer's Club meeting was being held. As he was putting his book bag down, he caught a glimpse of a woman sitting across from his spot at the table. He gasped inwardly. It was her! The beautiful, curvy redhead he'd watched walk down the hall so many times. Seeing her hips sway and watching her breasts bounce ever so slightly when she moved quickly. Just a glimpse of her could make him hard. Now she was here in front of him. Where he could get a better view of her round blue eyes and full pouty lips. "Oh my god, what I wouldn't give to taste those lips," thought Charles. His mind and his gaze drifted downward to the v-neck sweater she was wearing that gave such a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. He wanted to lean across the table and just bury his head in the softness, to kiss those pouty lips, to touch her someway, somehow!

Marie felt herself being watched and a feeling of pleasure ran through her. Scarely aware of herself, she licked her lips and felt her pussy dampen slightly as she turned herself around and bent forward a bit to show off her tits more. She regarded her admirer. He was firmly built, not hugely muscular, but not fat, with light brown wavy hair and hazel eyes that looked like they could read into her soul. A moment's glance was all it took for the thought to enter her mind, "I want to suck his cock." And she would soon. She felt quite certain about this. She felt slightly startled when she heard him talk about his wife to the group, but that really wasn't much of an obstacle. She had yet to meet the man who could resist her.

Charles found it increasingly difficult to focus on the meeting. "I have to think of a way to be alone with her-- I've never wanted anyone so badly!" He worked at the college as a writing tutor which gave him one on one time with students. Maybe if she needed tutoring... "Um, Marie, I was wondering if maybe you might need some help with any of your classes?" He waited nervously for her reply, scarcely knowing what he would do if she did say yes. She seemed to be considering his offer and finally replied, "well, I have been sort of worried about a test that's coming up. I know you mostly help with writing, but would you help me prepare for an oral exam?" Was it his imagination or did she lick her lips when she said "oral?" He cleared his throat and stammered that he would try to be of service and would she care to meet the next afternoon at the tutoring center? His heart leapt with excitement when she said yes.

Marie, of course, knew just what he was interested in when he asked about her classes. For one thing, he could barely make eye contact! And she'd seen that flushed look of desire before. It gave her such a rush to know she had caused it. Thinking about it, she slowly clenched and released her cunt muscles. "I may just let him fuck me," she mused to herself, "I have a feeling that his cock would feel very very good inside me." She squirmed with delight and gave a sigh of pleasure. She could hardly wait until tomorrow.

The next day, Charles waited anxiously at the tutoring center. He wondered if he had imagined the innuendo in her reply. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe she really did want his academic guidance. Did he dare to make a move with her? What would she think of him, she knew he was a married man after all. Then he saw her walking toward him and those thoughts vanished. All thought vanished as the blood drained from his head and rushed to his crotch. She was gorgeous! She was wearing a sheer, black fitted top and a long skirt with a slit up the side that nearly reached to her hip. Her high heeled sandals made her sway even more as she walked than usual. Without a word, she reached out to him, let him lose himself in her big blue eyes and gently placed a kiss on his lips while she guided his hands up her skirt. Eying his ever increasing bulge, she smiled slightly. "I think perhaps we should go somewhere a bit less public. Care to follow me?"

Marie led the nearly hypnotized Charles down the hall and up the stairs. Toward the top of the 5th floor she paused and said, "One side of this floor is totally abandoned and is just used for storage of old furniture. No one ever comes up here. Believe me." She knew that he would be intrigued about how she knew this, but that was a story for another time. Right now all she wanted to do was lose herself in their deep, frenzied kisses. She gave a little whimper of pleasure as he felt under her blouse and lowered himself to suck on her nipples. He kept gaping at them and just saying "wow." Not eloquent perhaps, but certainly flattering! She peeled off the blouse to allow him better access and after a second's consideration, removed her skirt and panties and stood totally nude before him.

Charles just gazed at her in awe. She was unreal. Soft ivory hued flesh that fell into abundance in all the right places. She looked like a Botticelli come to life. Like she was the reincarnation of Birth of Venus. He felt like he shouldn't touch her. That he was unworthy of touching her. But he wanted to touch her more than he wanted to breathe. He wanted to touch every inch of her. His hands wandered up and down her body. She moaned as his fingers traced the outside of her pussy lips. Then as he thrust his fingers deep inside her, she bucked and shrieked with delirious joy. 

Marie had never felt anything as intense as the finger fucking he was giving her. Nearly mad with desire, she began hastily pulling his clothes off. When she finally saw his freed cock, she gasped. It was the fattest one she'd ever seen. It was so wide she wondered how she would get her jaws around it. On her knees in front of him, she took hold of the throbbing tool and flicked her tongue across the tip, hearing him gasp with pleasure. She then ran her tongue up and down the underside of the shaft, just barely brushing it with her lips, before slowly sliding it inch by inch into her mouth. Her jaw was being stretched to the hilt and she was drooling all over him, but neither one cared. Her mouth felt soooo good on him and he tasted sooooo good to her. He bucked and moaned as she sucked ever faster and slid her lower lip up and down the base of his cock. "Need to be inside you!," he gasped, "I...um.. oh... oh god I want you!"

Charles felt all rational thought leave his mind as she worked her magic on him. He needed her now. He needed to plunge inside her. So intense was the need that he fleetingly felt he might die without this release. Pushing her down, so she was on all fours on the ground, he gazed at her arched butt with desire as he entered her tight little cunt from behind. She arched back to great his entrance, tightening her walls around him. He tried with all his might to go slowly and savor the moment, but he was so close and she felt too damn good! He pounded into her with firm, hard, fast strokes, delighting in hearing her gasps and watching her boobs fly about. Purely by instinct, he grabbed hold of her ass and firmly spanked her buttocks. She screamed out in a fever of desire, begging him to spank her again. 

"Ohhhhhh that's it! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder! Hit me! I've been such a baaaaaad girl!" That did it. Hearing those words coming from the girl with the angel face drove Charles over the edge. Frantically he pulled out and turned her so she could take him in her mouth once more. A few quick sucks and his knees started to buckle and his whole body shook as he started to cum. It felt to him like he was cumming in bucket fulls and she was swallowing it down eagerly, not wanting to miss a drop. Afterward, they fell into an exhausted heap on the floor. As they lay sweat soaked and smiling in each other's arms, they knew that Marie would be needing plenty of help that semester.

School Daze



"Lilli Black to My office now!" I called out across the hallway the St. Mark's School. Lilli being a young girl of 18 at the school and a senior.

Walking just behind the girl name Lilli I had call to my office I could plainly see the reason I had called there in the first place. The bottom rim of her round ass was hovering in and out of sight as she moved off to see to her punishment.

We walked into my office I stepped up behind the desk and seated myself. "Ms. Black have a seat do you know why I have called you here?" Looks back a the slim from of the girl that sat before I saw up her as she crossed her legs see that silken flesh that shaved bared and slick. I tore my eyes away from the sight I was the only male in an all female school I could not be caught ever looking that at a student.

"No Principal Kriger, I do not know why." Lil stated in her all to smug way showing she knew just why she was here.

"Lilli, I know that you are a good girl, but it very inappropriate for a girl you age to … not wear any panties and to hike her skirt up that way. Now what are we going to do about this?" I said. Looking at her with the hunger that this mock innocent enraged in me.

"I do not know what we should do Principal Kriger?"

"Well for starters I should call you parents and tell them that their daughter comes to school without underwear, and that she pulls her shirt high enough for her to show that she does this, or I can give you a week worth of detentions after school and write a report why it is not appropriate for a young lady to do this. The choose here is yours." 

Looking at her with a stern look knowing that all in my own mind that I was truly enjoying this fine blooming girl before me. I already knew witch one of the options lil would choose I eyed over the marvel of her sweet curves. 

"Well Principal Kriger, I will have too choose the detention and essay, when does it start?" She asked me in a voice that seemed to be pout. My mind reeled over the fact she did not seem to care which one she choose, it was more like she wanted a third option.

"Tonight after school it will start 10 minutes after Last bell. Is that understood?" I told her, I could feel my dick getting hard at the thought that she was going to be alone with just me for an hour. I fought these thoughts and hoped Lil would not notice the bulge that had started in my pants. 

"May go back to class for now Ms. Black."

"Yes Principal Kriger I will not be late and I will had the essay for by the of detention." She said as she stood up to leave. My eye where watching ever fluid movement of her body. God she was gorgeous so young and sweet My dock jump in my pants hard then I've ever been in My I knew this was wrong, but I could not help it. I wanted to take her then and there. After she was gone and closed the door I started to rub the massive hard on I had. I un did my pants and slipped My dick out of my boxers and pants and stroked it thinking of that silken pussy and how tight it had to me so near Cumming. As I sat there stroke my dick I imagined my hand was those tender velvet lip of her pussy is flowed as it flowed up down the length of my dick after a few short minutes I was Cumming down over my hand. I cleaned up with tissues and went about day thing of what would do after school.

Later that day I sat waiting in the Detention Room waiting for Lil to show up for her punishment. She walked in at exactly 10 after the last and took her seat. She sat writing her essay as I had told her to do. 

I sat watching over the newspaper I was trying to read but she still wore no panties and, that sweet bare mound hypnotized me, that that not so clearly covered by her school uniform. 20 minutes had past when I had to do something or I would go mad from this.

"lil come up here and bring your essay with you." I said to her. She slid out of the desk and my eye where glued to her body. I could tell from looking she wear no bra for her tender round nipple where erect and press firmly the fabric of this shirt from the cold air of the room. She as moved forward swaying of her hips that of a metronome, it never missed a beat or seemed out of time.

She came around the desk as I put the paper down and turned in the stool I sat in.

I looked her over the hunger grew within me and I had to do something anything.

"Yes Principal Kriger you wanted to see my work?" She asked inquisitively 

"Yes and no lil!" I stated a gruff voice that I rarely used in other to discipline students. I acted quickly reaching out and grabbing her pull her light body to me and over my knees.

I then pull her uniform skirt up to show those pale round Gobles that where her ass and I then raised my hand and striking down hard on them. She screamed and fought to get lose of my grip on her over my knees. I then struck her sweet ass again.

"I'm doing this for your own good little bad girls need to be punished and that what you are and what you will get!" I stated as I continued to spank her ass till it was nice and as red as petals of a rose. I could feel her sob under my blows. I then stop and set her to the floor before me. I then stood up and undid my pants and dropping them and my boxers to the floor.

Now lil my little bad girl you will have to suck my dick till I tell you to stop!" I said with a flood of power into my body. The weeping girl before laid me looking tears still in her eyes along with a new look of surprise. 

"Bu… but Principal Kriger?" She sobbed. My eyes never leaving her I said " I told you to do something now do it lil that's and order!"

She slowly sat up on her knees leaning forward and reaching up to my dick. Slowly taking the limp mass in her small hand and brought it to her tiny lips kissing the head, then slipping it into her warm mouth. I could her wet tongue swirled about the head of my dick as it grew in her mouth. 

"Now My lil my little bad girl suck it good!" As I said this she wrapped her tiny lips tighter about my dick and started to trust on it. God I had gone insane but this felt so good to have those lip on my dick to feel that wet mouth on me feeding like there was no tomorrow.

I looked down at her she bobbed on my dick I could feel that I was going to cum soon. I then stated I'm going to cum that bad girl mouth of yours and will drink what I give you understood?" Her pleading eyes looked up at me and as she nodded.

She began to suck harder and bobbed fast my dick was swelling in her sweet mouth. I knew it was only seconds till I would explode in her mouth. As I did she forced herself down hard on taking the whole thing deep down her throat. God that felt and as I stopped she pressed her lips tightly about my dick and pulled draining it of my cum. 

She sat head down and hands on her thighs. I then said, "Did my bad little lil enjoy pleasing me like that?"

"Yes, Principal Kriger I did!" She said. Good I had though and god did I enjoyed it.

"Good now tomorrow you will again not wear panties and again you will please me in this manner maybe I will even please you if your a good little girl!"

"Your bad little girl would like that very much Principal Kriger!"

I let her go early because she had done as she was told and in the end was being a good girl. I could not wait till the next to show up for detention and to have her finally. 

The End

Or maybe not the end



School Daze



It was a hot muggy August day in the Midwest as I walked into my 6th period class. My last class of the day, science, according to my schedule my instructor was V. Owens. Being the first day of school I had no idea who V. Owens was and not only that at 18 I was all ready bored with the project of going to school. I sat there with 20 other seniors, 8 guys and 12 girls, looking bored waiting for V. Owens to make an appearance. A few of the girls were real knock outs, most of the guys looked like geeks getting their last fling at science before graduation.

Just than V. Owens walked out of her lounge, short sleeved sweater, leather mini skirt and medium high heels, no stockings. She had long brown hair twisted into a bun, horn-rimmed glasses and a sad looking face, no smile, and no emotion showing. Her body, however, was a different story; her measurements I judged were approximately 32-24-36 she was about 4 foot tall and looked to weigh about 100 pounds, and probably around 40 or so years old. She introduced herself as Virginia Owens, married with two teenaged daughters. With that out of the way she went around the room shaking hands with all the students getting their names. When she approached my desk I stood to introduce myself, me being 6 foot 4 and about 200 pounds I looked down at her, the top of her head came just about even with my belt buckle. 

After the introduction I set back down and mused to myself, "God, she could suck my cock and not even have to get on her knees!"

During the remainder of the class as she mumbled on about the assignments we would have during the year I glanced around at the other students, they were all busy taking notes. Then I focused my attention back to her, she was now leaning against the front of her desk, her arms were back causing her small pointed tits to be more pronounced and her legs were spread slightly apart causing her skirt to ride high on her thighs. Damn, my cock was starting to swell, and here it was only the first day of school. 

I pictured Virginia Owens in my minds eye that night as I lay in bed stroking my 9-inch cock. God how was I going to make it through the rest of the school year looking at her without cuming in my pants every time she came close to me?

As the days passed it was getting harder for me to concentrate on school work, all I could think about was getting next to Virginia. It must have been obvious by my grades as the second week of school I was told to stay after class to discuss the grade on my last project. As the students filed out after the last bell I sauntered up to her desk. She was grading some papers, today was bad for me, and she had on a sheer low cut blouse and another tight fitting mini skirt which road high on her thighs. 

I was staring at her cleavage with my cock tenting in my loose fitting pants, I never wear underwear, I tried to cover my hard on and look away when she looked up, no use; she looked straight at my cock than up in to my eyes. 

She smiled and said, "Anthony, I think we have a problem, you better take a seat while we go over this last assignment." 

I stuttered, "Yes, m. m. ma'am."

Before I had a chance to pull up a chair I noticed she took another long hard look at my pant covered cock, which was now leaking pre-cum and causing a giant wet spot to form about mid-thigh. 

She leaned back in her chair raising her arms and clasping them behind her head she smiled again and said, "You know Tony, I may call you Tony right? Sometimes during class I get the feeling your trying to strip all my clothes off with your eyes. It's a good feeling for an old married woman like me to get looks like that from a young stud like you; however, this can't go on. You must do something about that big cock of yours before you come into the classroom; I have noticed some of the girls looking at you with their tongues hanging out as if all you had to do was say the word and they would suck it dry for you."

"I, uh...Mrs. Owens," I stammered.

"Oh Tony, I know you want to bury that big bone in one of my holes but it's just not right for a student to fuck his teacher, I could get fired and you would be expelled. Maybe I can arrange for you to do a project with someone, say Mary Lee for example, I know she would suck your cock in a heartbeat. You two could use my lounge before class; maybe if she sucked all that beautiful cum out of you before class you could control yourself for a while.

"I, uh...don't think that would be enough Mrs. Owens, every time I look at you my cock just seems to try to burst out of my pants." I said.

"I have an idea Tony, my oldest daughter looks just like me, if I introduce you two do you think you could get your mind off me for a while?"

"I, uh...could try I suppose," I said.

"Fine, her name is June, I will have her waiting for you in my lounge before class tomorrow, and please don't make too much noise".

"Yes ma'am". 

I got up to leave, Mrs. Owens gave my cock a long hard look and said, "Tony, maybe just this once a little feel wouldn't hurt if you would lock the door to the hall." 

I almost broke all records getting to the door, locking it and back to the desk. She reached out unzipped my pants, pulled out the 9-inch monster, licked her lips and began sucking.

I was in heaven. A half-hour later I blew the biggest wad of my young life down her throat. She gagged, spit and tried to swallow the rest, it was funny watching her. 

She finally got it all down then looked up at me and said, "Damn you Tony, look at my blouse, it has cum all down the front, how am I going to explain this to my husband and daughters"? "Not only that if any of the other teachers or the principle see it they will know what's been going on and I'll be in deep trouble." 

All I could do was stand there with my spent cock hanging out, giggling, and telling her what a great blow job she had just given me, my first.

God, being in Mrs. Owens's class was the best a senior could ask for. I was in her lounge more than I was in the class room, some times I would stay in the lounge during class either getting sucked off or fucked by one of her daughters, a classmate or sometimes if I was lucky Mrs. Owens herself would do the trick. 

However, Virginia was getting a bit jealous, from time to time she would come into the lounge and send whoever was there packing, then she would rip of her clothes and make me lay on my back on the desk. She would climb on, engulf my cock with her soaking wet pussy, drop her nipples in my mouth and scream at me to bite them off if I wanted. 

I might mention, her 32 tits were now about a good 36 and getting bigger, her nipples were a good inch long, red and puffy. I might add, her stomach was beginning to swell, she had my baby inside her womb, and her milk would flow freely as I sucked.

During all this I made friends with a couple of the geeks in the class, I figured they could do my homework and keep my grades at a passing level. Well, it wasn't long until one of them caught me pulling my cock out of Virginia's mouth. I was laughing and dripping cum all over Virginia's face when I saw the look he gave me, her face was turning crimson, she didn't know what to do, I just motioned for the geek to come closer. 

I told him to pull out his cock and stick it where mine had been, her protests were smothered as his cock slid in, within minutes she was gobbling down and doing a deep throat job on him just as she was doing to me earlier. 

She looked up at me and said, "God Tony, get me some more cock, I'm so hungry this afternoon". 

What could I do, I went into the classroom and told all the guys Mrs. Owens had some special education she wanted to teach them in the lounge. We all had to stay after school that day, for some special education you know.

By now her class was nothing but a suck and fuck party, last student in locked the door and the party was on, everyone got sucked, fucked or eaten out. The girls and geeks couldn't get enough; I guess that's how the principal and the rest of the teachers found out about the goings on in science class. 

Mrs. Owens was fired; her husband divorced her, she had the baby and is now living on welfare somewhere in town. Both of her daughters are walking the streets or hanging around bars getting fucked most of the time for free, sometimes they can find a stranger to give them a little money so they can get by, they do a sister act at the local strip club. 

The geeks and most of the girls that were in the science class have gone on to college to pursue their careers. Me, I didn't have enough credits to graduate, I'm still a senior in high school fucking everything that walks. My folks want me to quit, they say it no use continuing, and after all I am 19 years old now. Hmmm, maybe some day I'll grow up but as long as there are loose teachers and horny students why should I. Maybe next time I'll tell you about the math teacher.



School Daze



I love watching her in the kitchen. The precision with which her hands move as she prepares even the simplest of dishes is nothing short of sensual. She is truly dedicated to food, taste, and art.

We have been friends since grade school, so it surprised no one when we got an apartment together during our second year of college. We were compatible - the best of friends, and our talents complimented each other's. Furthermore, neither of us was in committed relationships which allowed us both freedom within the apartment.

One Saturday, I slept in as usual. By the time I showered and dressed, it was already past noon. My door faced the kitchen, and when I walked out, I stopped dead. I had to shake my head to assure myself of what I saw. Amy was standing in the kitchen sautéing onions wearing nothing but an apron. Her shapely body was revealed from the nape of her neck to her ankles broken only by her apron string and bow The bow hung loosely curving along her bottom and hanging loosely to her knees.

I tiptoed behind her, gave her apron string a friendly tug and whispered, "Who was here last night?"

She jumped about a foot when her apron came loose. "Jake," she laughed threatening me with a spoon coated with hot oil.

"Jake? I thought you didn't like him'

"I don't, I just thought I'd give him a chance to not talk."

We had a good laugh. Jake looked okay, but he tended to drone on about statistics in the most boring way possible. "You know," I observed, "Jake is smart, good-looking, nice, and dedicated. He'd be perfect for you if he had a personality."

She had to put the spoon down, she was laughing so hard. "Personality isn't the only thing he lacks," she picked up the spoon and started moving the onions again, "You know for someone who appreciates statistics so much, he should be better in bed. There are only so many places to try."

She sighed and rolled her eyes. The heat from the stove made her skin flush, turning her face the color of a freshly picked, ripe, Georgia peach. "Why don't guys get it? Every time I'm with one, he takes the fact that we're both naked to mean I'm already satisfied and am just waiting to satisfy him."

The stirring continued for a moment then she reached over, turned the stove off, and spun around to face me. "Look at me," she said exasperated, "I don't even know what I'm making. I said goodbye to him this morning and just didn't bother getting dressed after my shower. I'm so damn horny!"

I had never heard her speak that way. I was surprised, but not enough to overlook that despite the heat in the kitchen, her nipples were fully erect. "Amy you have plenty of toys to help with that." We had picked out vibrators together just weeks after moving in together.

"I know, but it's just not the same without someone. Without flesh and blood, the desire never goes away. Beyond that, no guy I know cares about anything but what he wants."

"Amy, you have to take care of this, honey," I indicated her peaking apron accidentally brushing the tip of her nipple.

Her body jerked and trembled. "Oh, God, I'm sorry!" I blushed, embarrassed partially that I had touched her so personally, but mostly because her convulsion of desire had made me throb, "I didn't mean..."

"It's all right," she interrupted, "You've just proved my point. The fact that a single touch from a person can bring that reaction just show how desperate I am."

I didn't know if that was an insult or not and I was contemplating this when she embraced me. Her nipples pressed through her apron of thin fabric against my chest. She nestled into the crook of my neck.

I didn't know what to do. My throbbing was increasing. As each of her breaths fell on my neck, I could feel the moisture between my legs growing. I shifted uneasily thinking about what would happen if my best friend realized what was happening to me.

The shift rubbed her sensitive peaks causing another tremor and her breath quickened. I had to stop this, but I couldn't pull away. We were friends after all; besides, I wanted to be close to her right then.

Her soft breath was coming rapidly now, intermixed with soft moans. She shifted against me trembling. I moistened my lips and drew a ragged breath.

As suddenly as the embrace had begun, she drew away from me and met my eyes with hers. Her blue eyes seemed black from the size of her pupils. For a moment, I was afraid she knew what I was thinking and would be angry. Instead, she brushed my cheek and kissed my lips gently. "You're a good friend," she said softly, "I'll just go to my room."

She turned to leave, but I stopped her suddenly not caring what she thought of my feelings. I kissed her, lingering a bit, then drew back to judge her reaction. She was surprised but leaned in to me again and kissed me hard. Our breath mingled, coming rapidly, our tongues intertwined. We nibbled each others lips and allowed our hands to explore each other's bodies.

We came apart breathing hard. She swallowed, "Would you mind..."

"No," I replied quickly. I knew what she wanted, "I wouldn't."

She led me to her room. The yellow and blue décor that was so familiar to me seemed like a foreign land in the present situation. I closed the door behind me nervously. She turned around, biting her lip. It was obvious she was as apprehensive as I was. I kissed her again to alleviate tension, and it seemed that the angst in her lips melted in to my own.

Her soft hands moved down by back and lifted up the bottom of my shirt. "No," I stopped her from lifting it over my head, "this is for you. I want to please you. If you were trying to please me, wouldn't I be the same as all the guys?"

"I want you naked," she said softly, "I think it would be weird if you had all your clothes on."

We stopped short. Both of us realized that the situation could not be weirder - two best girlfriends in the Bible Belt were kissing in one of their rooms. We laughed off the feeling. "Okay," I agreed, "but the aim stays the same. Do you agree?"

"Yes," she was impatient, "yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Are you happy now?"

"Not yet," I lifted the apron strap over her head and let the cloth fall to the floor, "but now I am."

She stood naked before me now - her breasts heaving with breaths of anticipation, her body trembling waiting for rapture. I glanced down her body from the swell of her breasts to the curve of her tiny waist and supple hips. The curly blonde hair where her legs joined matched the long locks on her head. I stepped forward and cupped her left breast in my hand. I rubbed my thumb against her still stiff peak enjoying how I had to catch her when her legs gave out in ecstasy.

I led my best friend to her bed and kissed her neck tenderly. The second time I kissed it; I allowed my tongue to slip from my mouth and then followed her collarbone down the center of her body. I was beginning to feel more natural in my role now and allowed her to lift my t-shirt over my head and unhook my bra.

I pulled my arms from the bra and continued my trip down Amy's body. I kissed every inch of her chest leading myself to the peaks at the end of her breasts. I took the right one in my mouth and rubbed the other with my thumb.

She collapsed onto the bed, pulling her breasts from my reach. "Damn!" She cried as she fell, "that felt so fucking good!"

I laughed at her expletive. Amy just wasn't the kind of girl to spout the "F" word - I'd never heard her say it in the ten years I'd known her. She moved on the bed so that her head was near the pillow, and I lowered myself down between her legs. I saw moisture gathering on her pubic hair and made a little myself as I realized I was responsible for its presence.

I ran my fingertips lightly along the inside of her ankle all the way to where her thigh joined her body. She moaned enjoying the sensation. I moved my hand to her waist bypassing her cleft. I wasn't ready for this time to be over. I wanted to savor it and have her enjoy it to her fullest. As I began to lean over her to resume my work on her nipples, she stopped me - holding my body up with the palms of her hands. "Your clothes," she whispered, "please."

I stopped. Before I could reach my jeans, her hands were already at the button. She unzipped me and pushed the waistband down below my bottom. I sat up and edged the jeans onto the floor and followed them with my panties. "Is this better Amy?" I asked her.

"Yeah, thanks," she looked embarrassed that she could have asked me such a thing.

The look quickly passed as I leaned over her, my thigh between her legs, straddling her. I kissed her nipple again and proceeded to tease it lightly with my tongue. As I continued the capture of her heaving breast, I began to rub and pinch the other. I held her right hand while I assaulted her nipples. She squeezed my hand as she began to moan louder and louder.

I stopped playing with her nipples and kissed down her belly then back up to her neck. As I took her mouth for the first time since we entered her bed, my leg rubbed her mound. She jerked, and I felt her wetness increase onto my leg. Her back arched, and her leg came up between mine. The kiss stopped abruptly. "Meg, you're wet," she said breathlessly.

"So are you," I said. Not the most astute observation, but it's what I had right then. 

"Yeah, but," she paused, "you're doing things to me."

"Doing things to you is doing things to me."

I began realizing what a stupid and redundant conversation we were having. I was on top of her. Neither of our legs had moved, yet all we could do was talk about the moisture we were both feeling.

She blushed. "This is turning you on? Why?"

"Amy you're beautiful, and you're my best friend. I don't want to..."

"Oh, stop it! We're in this position, tell me why this turns you on, and we'll finish it okay?"

"Amy, I've felt this way since we taught each other to kiss in eighth grade. I keep dating guys hoping that they'll feel as right as you did that night, but none of them have."

She gaped at me, "You've felt this way for seven years, and you never found time to tell me? What the Hell, Meg?"

"I didn't want to freak you out. I was afraid if you knew, you wouldn't be friends with someone who wants to sleep with you."

"And the fact that I'm friends with guys that have the same feelings didn't occur to you?"

"No. They're guys; I'm not," I finished lamely observing the obvious. "Please don't freak out. I'm only trying to help you. I know what girls want - I am one. Just let me help."

She relaxed, "Okay, I'll let you finish - on one condition."

I was waiting for the hammer to fall. She was going to make me move out. She'd never speak to me again. I was going to lose my best friend and first love. "Anything, Amy, just name it."

"When you're done, let me return the favor.'

I stopped dead. She wanted to play with me as a lover. How could I deny her? I'd already promised anyway. I nodded swallowing hard and leaned down to kiss her again.

She gave in to my kiss and returned it now with her leg firmly between mine. I leaned my leg into her wetness and rubbed her with it. I had to make her cry out with pleasure; I just had to. My kiss moved from her mouth to her jaw and down the center of her neck. I continued down the middle of her breasts. Releasing her hand, I tweaked both nipples simultaneously. Her back arched again, and she moaned loudly. 

Now, I felt, I was ready to truly pleasure her. I moved my right hand from her nipple to her cleft. The moisture was intense now. I probed her, putting my finger in her very slightly then looking up to see how she would react. She was watching me, but when I entered her, her head fell on the pillow and a groan escaped her lips.

This, I took to be a good sign. I pushed into her with one finger, and she arched toward me plunging my finger completely into her. I drew it out and was stunned by the amount of fluid that shimmered in the dim light from the window. "More?" I asked softly.

She nodded biting her lip. I pushed two fingers into her now. She cried out. I pumped my fingers in and out of her feeling her tighten around me. My thumb came up to the tip of her cleft and began to rub gently. 

Now, she was crying out constantly; getting louder with each thrust of my fingers. I moved my thumb away from her nib, to see what she would do. "No!" she screamed, "No! Don't stop!"

I brushed against her nib to quiet her and kissed above her hair. The fingers of my left hand still lay on her breast, but I had stopped playing with her nipples when I thrust my fingers into her. I pinched softly and rubbed her nipple between my fingers. As I pinched her, I kissed above her pubic hair once again then started to move down kissing her curls. When I came to her cleft, I kissed her nib and felt her jerk against me and tighten around my fingers. My tongue slipped between my lips to taste her. She almost screamed. I flicked her nib right and left. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized I had no idea what I was doing; I also realized I didn't care. I licked her, tasting her as she became more and more aroused. My fingers were removed from her and I dried them on the bed. I moved my hand to her left breast and began to play with both nipples simultaneously again.

My tongue continued to move against her most private of parts. She began to cry my name. "Meg, don't stop! Oh, God, Meg!"

Suddenly, she gripped my hair, and I realized she was almost at a peak. I licked faster; I pinched a bit harder. My tongue moved not only on her nib, now, but to her hole making her cry out louder.

She was jerking against me breathing hard. I moved faster wanting her to be satisfied. I owed satisfaction to her as my friend and even more as my lover. I pulled my hand from her nipple and entered her again. I used three this time. I filled her up, but didn't stretch her. I curved them upward. "Tell me where," I said taking a break for my tongue.

"You mean it gets better?" she gasped and smiled a bit. I pushed up against the top of her vagina to demonstrate. I moved down bit by bit until she cried out again. "There! There! Oh, God!"

I pressed up again and again, and then continued my previous position at her clitoris. Her level of arousal was rising fast. I wanted to push her to the edge and beyond; I wanted to give her supreme pleasure. I nibbled a bit on her nib pushing her farther. My hand worked on her breast while the other inside her.

Suddenly, she grasped my hair hard, pulling me further toward her. She was peaking. At the top of her orgasm, she screamed my name. I licked her until she pushed me away from overstimulation. I moved from between her legs to be side by side.

She was panting from the orgasm, her hand on her chest, "Meg, have you done that before?"

"Nope."

"Have you ever had a guy do that to you before?"

"How many guys have you seen me bring home?"

"Well, you could have done it away from here."

"Amy, you know guys. No guy has ever done that to me."

"What about a girl?"

"You're the first girl I've been with."

"Then how did you know what to do?"

"I'm a girl; I know what a girl wants," I smiled and winked.

She kissed me. I was surprised that she would, considering where my mouth had just been. A giggle escaped her, "It tastes funny."

"No, it tastes good. It's you."

She blushed bright red. "Thank you that was the best orgasm I've ever had."

"Anything for you Amy. Anything." I began to get up.

"Wait," she grabbed my shoulder, "You made me a promise."

"I thought you'd want some time to rest."

"Lay down," she pulled me back onto the bed, "It's my turn now."

I was amazed that Amy still had energy after the strong orgasm she had just had under my tongue. But here she was, wanting to pleasure me. I wanted her, but I didn't want her to feel like she had to - I had taken her to relieve her sexual tension, not so she would reciprocate.

"Meg, that was the best sex of my life." She had a seductive smile on her naturally red lips that were now swollen from kissing. She slapped her polished nails over her mouth, "Oh, God, I never thought I'd say that to a girl," her hand dropped and the smile returned, "but I'm glad it's you I get to say it to."

Amy and I had been going to school together since kindergarten - something possible in small towns. We had hated each other until our middle school days when some god in scheduling had put us in every single class together. We were so close we were practically sisters. The thought of sisters lying naked in bed and having post-coital pillow talk made me laugh silently.

"I'm glad you liked it, sweetheart. Do you feel better now?" I was hoping to relax her so she didn't feel obligated to return the favor.

"Hell, yeah!" her seductive smile turned into a wide grin, "I want to do you now!"

This was confirmation enough that she didn't feel she had to - she really wanted to. I pulled her swollen lips in for a deep kiss. I knew she would taste herself on my lips again, and it turned me on. She returned the kiss taking it deeper and making our tongues meet. Her hands began to explore my body, following my curves and caressing me. She reached my hips and kneaded my butt making me groan. Then she followed my stomach back up to my breasts and settled there. Her hands began massaging my breasts as her fingers teased my nipples. My pussy had been wet from pleasuring her before, but it was noting compared to now. I had a stream wetting my legs and my butt. I had started to give myself over to the pleasure when I heard, from what seemed far away in the distance, my watch alarm begin to sound.

That broke the trance. I sat up fast almost knocking Amy over. "What? What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" She seemed really worried.

"Shit! I'm late for Calc!" I checked my watch, "It just started. I have to go; I'm already having enough trouble in there."

Without another word, I jumped into my clothes and was out the front door with my books before I realize that I had just left my best friend sitting naked on her bed - alone. 



School Daze



During my final year of high school my English teacher, Miss Jacobs, became pregnant. This alone is not so remarkable. The problem, however, was that Miss Jacobs was a miss and not a missus. Once the members of the school board found out about Miss Jacobs' pregnancy she was given the option of pregnancy leave (firing her was only an implied threat), after which she was shunted off to another school. Those who banished her probably thought it magnanimous of them to not sew a red A to her blouse before sending her off.

Back then, in the late 1970s, an unwed, pregnant teacher offended the moral sensibility of the small, conservative community in which I grew up. It was as though Miss Jacobs might teach her perceived lower moral standards to us young, impressionable students, or we might somehow become infected with her so-called 'loose behavior'. The fact that the father of the child was our school principal was of equal concern -- although that was only whispered in corners by local gossips at Historical Society meetings and Garden Club shows.

I was born in late October. That meant that on the year that children in my age range began school I stayed home, having missed the minimum age requirement to enroll by mere weeks. My parents argued that there was no logical reason to make me miss an entire year of school simply because my birth date fell less than a month too late. They lost that battle. Rules were rules, and if an exception was made for me then it would have to apply to everyone and anarchy might ensue -- or so went the logic of the by-the-book school board.

At first I minded being the oldest kid in my class. Then as I grew older it was no longer an issue. I was perceived as being older, although it hardly mattered to me. I just wanted to fit in. By the time I began high school I was the tallest boy in our class and the first to begin shaving. As a teenager these things really mattered to me. As we all began our final year at Elston High I was eighteen -- weeks shy of nineteen. There was another guy in our class named Jason, so I eventually became known as Tall Jason to differentiate us, since I had hit six feet by then.

It was after we returned from Christmas break in January that year when Miss Peters arrived. Sometime later I found out that her first name was Lana. None of us were given any forewarning that Miss Jacobs would be replaced, or why -- although we all knew the sordid details from having over-heard our parents discussing it. We only found out about our new English teacher when we wandered into class one Monday morning and saw her sitting behind the pine desk in front of the chalkboard. After we all took our seats and settled-down Miss Peters introduced herself and informed us that she would be teaching us English from then on.

The first time I laid eyes on Miss Peters was one of those clichéd moments that everyone seems to have at least once in their life. I almost expected the world to shift into soft focus and hear violins playing as everything began moving in slow motion. At least that's how it felt to me. I was in a daze. My cock began to stiffen as I gazed upon the beautiful teacher standing at the front of the class.

For years, a friend and I had been secretly looking through his father's collection of Playboy magazines. The women I saw on those pages became my standard for beauty: blonde, thin, buxom; the stereotypical Barbie doll type. Miss Peters was the antithesis of all that, yet she was equally as gorgeous, if not more so. She was only about seven years older than me, having just graduated with her teaching certificate. This was her first teaching job and I found that her sometimes nervous demeanour made her endearing and sexy. I hoped that she would never take on the stern, jaded characteristics of my older teachers. She made English fun and interesting -- something that I would have previously thought impossible. She was also far prettier than Miss Jacobs, or any other teacher at our school for that matter.

Miss Peters was rather short, just a few inches past five feet, with thick brown hair that hung down a few inches past her shoulders. Her brown eyes seemed to radiate whenever her full lips formed into a smile or she laughed. Miss Peters was thin, yet not skinny. She was svelte and lovely. Her vibrant personality and cheerful disposition made her even more enticing to me. She was anything but a Barbie doll. Usually she wore skirts or dresses, but on the rare occasions that she wore slacks I barely heard anything she said in class because I was too preoccupied with staring at the graceful curves of her firm, round ass and slender hips, or the outline of her thighs through the taut fabric covering them. 

Something I noticed almost immediately about Miss Peters was her breasts, or the seeming lack of them. They appeared very firm and conical, yet barely a handful. Russ Meyer would have never looked at her twice, but I could have stared at her all day long. It was only when she wore sweaters or slightly tight blouses that I was treated to the sight of her exquisitely shaped breasts rising from her thin frame. Had she been born in another era her breasts would have been considered the epitome of how a woman's bust should look. I was reminded of how Napoleon supposedly modeled what became the standard for wine glasses based on the breast of one of his sisters. Had he known Miss Peters, people today would be sipping from glasses whose size and contours were based on her enticing orbs.

English was always the one subject I struggled with throughout school. I tried to comfort myself with the fact that I always did well in other subjects such as math, chemistry and physics. I wanted to study engineering at college, so kept reminding myself that I would never need to know anything about poetry or great works of literature as an engineer. Still, I needed to pass English in order to graduate. 

My lust for Miss Peters soon developed into a major crush. That helped cement my enjoyment of English and things that I had never cared about before. Still, my test scores were low. I had thought I was doing quite well in Miss Peters' English class, until the day I got a term paper back that I had written on Romeo and Juliet. I slumped in my seat, glaring at the red D that Miss Peters had written on the cover page of my essay.

"Could I see you after class for a few minutes, Jason?" Miss Peters said as she handed me my essay.

I scowled and let out a sigh. I looked up at Miss Peters standing beside my desk. I nodded. For the first time ever I dreaded the thought of seeing her later.

After English class ended that day and my classmates headed off to their next classes I trudged to the front of the room holding my term paper. Miss Peters was flipping through a book, preparing for her next class. Her hair was pulled back and held in place by a gold coloured barrette. It accentuated her pretty face. For awhile I forgot about my term paper as my cock began to harden. She looked up at me and smiled. I noticed that she was wearing a bit of dark eye shadow and ruby lipstick, which made her even prettier. 

"Now let's see that paper, Jason." Miss Peters reached across her desk and smiled at me.

I stood on the opposite side of the desk, feeling shy and nervous while she looked my paper over. She was wearing a long blue skirt and a pink blouse. The top two buttons of her blouse were undone, allowing me to see her upper chest, just below her collar bones a ways. Her skin looked soft and smooth. When my eyes moved further down I noticed that I could see the faint outline of her nipples pushing out at the pink material of her blouse. Up until that moment I had been hoping to think of other things in an effort to quell my erection. Suddenly it was harder than before. Now I feared that my teacher would notice a bulge in my jeans.

"What hurt your grade a lot was careless spelling errors, Jason. Come here and see what I mean." Miss Peters pushed her chair over, motioning for me to stand beside her to review my paper.

As I made my way around her desk I could feel my cock throb. I stood beside Miss Peters, my thigh brushing against the arm of her chair as I looked over her left shoulder. Her slender hand was resting on my paper. It was then that I noticed her light pink nail polish, which matched her blouse. When I shifted my eyes and ran them over her back I noticed how her blouse was taut and smooth against her body. It took me a few moments to realize that she wasn't wearing a bra. My heart raced and sweat formed on my palms.

"Now, look here, Jason," Miss Peters said, pointing to words that she had circled with a red pen. "Look at all your spelling mistakes. Do you know how to use a dictionary?" Her question was out of concern, not sarcasm, judging from her gentle voice.

I nodded. "Yeah," I mumbled.

"Well, if you're not sure about how to spell a word, look it up. Or get your parents to proof read your work. Okay?" she recommended.

"Okay," I said with a nod.

Miss Peters flipped through the remaining pages of my term paper, scanning it for errors. I looked down at her, wishing I could stroke her back and slip my hands around her to cup her firm breasts. When my eyes returned to the neckline of her blouse I realized that I could see down the front of it as she leaned over slightly. It was then that I saw Miss Peters' right breast, sloping gracefully from her torso inside her blouse. I nearly let out a groan in surprise and pleasure as I stared at her perfectly shaped peak. It looked as smooth and firm as alabaster. It appeared to definitely be a good handful, I surmised. Her bronze-coloured nipple was hard and surrounded by an areola about the size of a quarter. My heart pounded and my cock throbbed as I ogled her.

"Jason, pay attention. I'm trying to help you," Miss Peters said, looking up at me. She sounded annoyed, a rarity for someone with such a pleasant disposition as her.

I had been oblivious to whatever it was Miss Peters had been saying since I had noticed her bare breast down the front of her blouse. She looked up towards me and caught me leering, then when she noticed the spellbound look on my flushed face she looked aghast. Her jaw slackened a bit and I heard her issue a faint gasp as her pretty brown eyes fell to the front of my jeans. She quickly gathered up the sheets of my term paper.

"I... I think that was all I wanted to point out to you, Jason. Try to be a little more careful about silly mistakes from now on." Miss Peters handed me my term paper without looking up from her desk.

"Ah... okay," I mumbled.

Students had begun filtering into the room for their class and I was eager to leave. I hurried back to my desk to retrieve my books and belongings, then dashed out of the classroom and down the hall towards the chemistry lab.

For the rest of the school year I had as little interaction with Miss Peters as possible. My feelings for her had not waned, but I was so ashamed and embarrassed about what had happened that I desperately wanted to avoid her as much as I could. Her demeanor towards me never changed, but I assumed that she must have thought I was a lust-crazed pervert and wanted as little to do with me as necessary.

Ironically, one fortunate result, if any, of all of this was that my grade in English got much better. In an effort to avoid another meeting with Miss Peters after class I studied a lot more. I also worked much harder on subsequent papers and assignments that I handed in to her. My endeavors paid off and I passed English that year with the highest grade I had ever gotten in that subject. My achievement had not escaped the notice of Miss Peters.

On the last half-day of school before graduation I went in to pick up my grades and clean out my locker. While I was standing at my open locker she noticed me and stopped. I felt anxious, but the warm smile on her lovely face put me at ease.

"Congratulations, Jason. I knew you could do it," she said, seeming as pleased for me as I was.

"Thanks," I said with a modest smile. "But I had a great teacher. You deserve a lot of the credit, Miss Peters."

"Thanks. I don't know if I deserve it, but I'll take it," she said with a laugh.

There was a lull in the conversation and I felt nervous. Miss Peters seemed anxious too because I noticed her eyes dart about and she began fidgeting with her wristwatch.

"So, what are your plans for the fall? College?" she asked as her eyes met mine once again.

I nodded. "Yes, I've been accepted at Elston Tech. to take engineering," I said.

"Congratulations! Your parents must be glad that they'll still have you home while you go there," she said.

I shrugged. "I don't know about that. I think they were sort of hoping I'd go to a school further away. But I'm glad. It's a good school and staying here will mean Mom will still cook for me and do my laundry," I said.

Miss Peters laughed, then gave me a lingering smile. I loved how she was looking at me; no girl had ever looked at me like that before. But it made me a little uneasy and slightly turned-on.

"Are you going to the prom?" she asked.

"Yeah, if I can scare-up a date," I said, then shrugged.

"Oh, I doubt you'll have any trouble with that," she blurted out, then seemed to be embarrassed by her remark. Her eyes shifted about once more. "I've been pressganged into being a chaperone for a few hours for it, so maybe I'll see you there," she added. 

"I hope so -- if I can find a date, I mean," I stammered.

"Well, congratulations again on doing so well in my class, Jason. Bye for now."

"Bye..." I sighed, watching Miss Peters walk away.

Finding a date, for the prom or otherwise, had not really been a priority for me that year. I think my unrequited feelings for Miss Peters had rendered me blind to other girls. I had gone to a few parties and met some pretty girls-- even had a few intimate encounters with a couple -- but it never went beyond that. The truth of the matter was that I was still a virgin, and probably the only one in my class.

Over the next day I thought hard about who I might ask to the prom as my date. Having a date was actually less important to me than simply attending and being able to see Miss Peters there. One potential prom date came to mind: a girl named Krystal I had met months ago. She was friendly, pretty and had given me a half-hearted blowjob in the bathroom during a party one night at a friend's house a few months previous. When I called Krystal she was surprised to hear from me, but seemed happy about it. Luckily, for me anyway, she had not been asked to the prom yet and accepted my offer. I hung up the phone feeling relieved.

Once prom night arrived I was nervous. I had wanted to look my best because Miss Peters would be there. I had spent the money my parents and other relatives had given me as a graduation gift and bought myself a new black, double-breasted suit. Krystal seemed to like how I looked when I picked her up at her house, so her reaction boosted my confidence. Hopefully Miss Peters would feel the same. I had borrowed my dad's car that night and as we drove to the hotel where our prom was being held Krystal's freshly manicured hand inched up my thigh towards my stiffening cock. She gave my balls a squeeze and smiled at me as she caressed my shaft through my pants.

After we arrived Krystal and I made our way over towards a group of classmates gathered around the punch bowl. From the corner of my eye I saw Miss Peters talking with a few other teachers off to one side of the room. She didn't notice me, which gave me the opportunity to stare at her a while. She was wearing a black knee-length dress with a plunging V neckline and black high heels. Her hair was done up on her head, with ringlets falling down around the side of her face. Up until that moment I could not have imagined her looking more beautiful than she already did, but that night she was absolutely radiant. The stars in the sky must have been jealous of her. I wanted to go over to talk to her so I could take in her beauty up close, but feared that would seem too obvious.

Krystal and I mingled with friends and danced a little bit over the next hour or so, but my thoughts and my eyes were mostly on Miss Peters. She had noticed me a while after we arrived and beamed me a friendly smile and waved. My cock throbbed as I admired her from across the room. I smiled and gave her a nervous wave.

When Krystal announced to me that she was going out to the parking lot to have a cigarette I was surprised. I had not realized that she smoked, not that I cared. I found an empty chair at the end of a long wooden table and sat down, watching the couples dance and wished Miss Peters and I were one of them. I noticed her look my way a few times, then quickly turn her head when I made eye contact.

I had not really been keeping track of the time, but after a while I began to wonder where Krystal was. Bored and curious, I decided to got out to the parking lot to look for her. I followed the sound of a car stereo blasting Led-Zeppelin's fourth album. I found Krystal sitting in the back seat of a red Mustang with two other girls. They were passing a bottle of wine between themselves and two guys sitting in the front. I could tell from her speech and boisterous laughter that she was well on her way to getting drunk.

I went back inside and sat back down alone at a table. The DJ who had been hired to play records that night had chosen a good selection of songs. I listened to the music for a while, then grew bored. I was contemplating going home early when I saw Miss Peters approaching. My spirits lifted and my pulse quickened. I could feel my cock begin to stir.

"What happened to your date?" she asked, turning her head left and right.

"Right about now she's probably either puking up cheap wine in the parking lot or making some guy in a Mustang really happy," I said with a sneer.

"Oh... Jason, I'm sorry to hear that," Miss Peters said. She reached out gave my hand a brief squeeze.

It was the first time that she had ever touched me. Her soft skin on mine was electric. My cock reacted instantly and I smiled at her.

"Mind if I sit down?" she asked.

"No. Please..." I said, pulling out a chair.

"Thanks. These shoes are killing my feet," she sighed.

The music was loud, so it was difficult to make conversation, which did not bother me too much. I was nervous, but more than happy to just be able to sit with Miss Peters and bask in the glow of her beauty. About a half hour later the DJ began playing Nazareth's cover of "Love Hurts". Nazareth was one of my favourite bands and this power ballad of theirs was better than most of it's ilk.

"Would... would you like to dance?" I asked Miss Peters. I felt like I had nothing to lose since we might not see one another after that night.

Miss Peters looked almost as surprised as she did the day she noticed the bulge in my jeans as we looked over my term paper, but she smiled.

"I... I don't know, Jason. It might not seem proper, since you're my student." She was hesitant, but at least her answer wasn't an out-right refusal.

"I'm not your student anymore," I reminded her.

Miss Peters thought for a moment, then smiled. "Okay then," she said and stood up.

I followed Miss Peters out on to the dance floor. My cock was throbbing even before I placed my hands on her slender waist. She seemed nervous and hesitant at first. Several times I noticed her give a wary look over towards the other teachers. Once I lead her into the crowd of other couples dancing she soon relaxed. I pulled her closer until our bodies were touching. Her eyes met mine and she smiled as my hand slid over her lower back.

"You look handsome tonight," she said.

"Thanks. You look beautiful, but that's nothing new," I told her.




School Daze



Miss Peters smiled. "You don't need to flatter me, Jason. You already passed the course," she said with a soft laugh.

"I mean it," I said. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life, Miss Peters."

"But I'm almost old enough to be your --"

"Older sister," I interjected with a smirk.

Miss Peters laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck. It was then that I felt my hard cock press against her soft stomach, just as I had feared might happen when we began dancing. She let out a gasp when she felt it, then flinched slightly.

"Wow... I guess you really do mean it." Miss Peters smiled and moved her hips, rubbing the soft curve of her tummy over the bulge in my jeans.

"Sorry... I can't help it when I'm around you," I said.

"Like that day at my desk, when we were going over your paper?" she asked with a foxy grin.

"Yeah..." I sighed. "You looked so good in that pink blouse."

"There's nothing special about that blouse," she said, sounding perplexed.

"But when you leaned over I could see down the front of it," I confessed.

"You could?" She looked up and met my eyes.

I nodded, giving her a wide smile.

She laughed, then frowned a bit. "Well, I'm afraid there's not much to see down there."

"There's enough for me. Besides, your nipples are really cute," I said.

"You saw my tits?" she asked with a wide-eyed expression.

"Well, just your right one," I said.

Miss Peters gave me another look of surprise, but seemed bashful. "So that's why you were so... worked-up," she concluded, giving me a wily look.

"Yeah," I sighed.

I wasn't sure how to react to that," she said. "It surprised me so much." 

"How did you want to react?" I asked.

Miss Peters giggled, tugging me closer. "I wanted to do something that would have gotten me fired, or arrested, or both," she admitted.

"Well, I'm nineteen now and I'm not your student anymore," I reminded her.

Miss Peters leaned away from me. Her dreamy eyes met mine and she gave me a coy smile. "What are you suggesting, Jason?" she asked, now sounding as turned-on as I was.

"No one would miss us if we left now," I said.

Miss Peters took one final look through the throng of dancers amongst us, over towards the few teachers in the opposite corner. She gave me a teasing grin, then took hold of my hand.

"Come on," she said as she pulled me towards the exit.

Miss Peters and I never spoke as she drove towards her apartment. I stared at her, running my eyes up and down the body I had desired for so long. I reached out and ran my hand up her right thigh. She turned her head and smiled, then parted her legs, allowing me to slip my hand under her dress. I stroked her soft thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. She sighed and smiled at me.

"You're making me so wet, Jason," she said, almost moaning.

"It's only fair, since you've made me so hard for months," I told her.

Miss Peters let out an impish laugh. "Well, this isn't the first time you've made me wet though," she admitted.

I looked up at her as I stroked the soft inside of her thigh. "Oh... when were the others?" I asked, surprised and curious.

"Well... that day at my desk. Then on the last day of school, at your locker. I wanted to give you a hug then -- sort of a farewell hug, but I was too scared to. I was afraid someone would see us or... or it wouldn't stop there."

When I began rubbing her pussy through her damp panties Miss Peters moaned and slid forward on the seat, pushing back against my fingers as I massaged her swollen clit.

"God, that feels so good," she said with a clenched jaw, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "But you better stop for a while, please. You're going to make me have an accident."

I laughed as I slid my hand from under her dress.

When Miss Peters turned in to the parking lot of an apartment building I was glad we had reached our destination. I jumped out of the car and followed her inside. During the elevator ride up I pulled her to me. I gave her ass a hard squeeze and pulled her soft mound against my thigh. She held my shoulders and moaned softly. I kissed her cheek. Her skin was soft and warm on my lips.

My hands were still on Miss Peters as she fumbled with the key to her apartment. Her ass felt wonderful and I couldn't wait to pull her dress up around her waist to see it. We hurried inside and she locked the door. I pulled her to me and kissed her as she kicked her shoes off into a corner. She moaned as her tongue teased mine. I sucked at her moist lips and tugged at them with mine as I ran my hands over her, feeling her curves and soft body through her dress.

"Remember you asked what I wanted to do that day at my desk?" she said with a sexy glint in her eyes.

"Yeah," I said, breathing hard as I caressed her ass.

Miss Peters never replied. She unbuckled my belt and pulled at the zipper of my pants. She slid my pants and my underwear down past my knees, smiling. My cock swelled and rose towards her glistening mouth once it was free from my underwear. Miss Peters smiled and ran her fingertips along the underside of my hard shaft and fondled my balls. I felt it twitch as precum leaked from the slit.

"Mmmm... oh, Jason... if I had have known this was what you had, things would have been different with us months ago," she sighed, tilting her eyes up to me.

Seconds later I felt Miss Peters wrap her lips around my cock. She squeezed the base and sucked hard, taking as much as she could deep into her warm, wet mouth. I moaned, almost feeling dizzy. I held onto her shoulders as her lips glided up and down my cock. Her soft fingers rubbed my balls and she squeezed them as she continued to suck and work her tight lips over my rod. It may have only been a few minutes, although it seemed longer before I knew I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh shit... I'm gonna cum..." I groaned, gripping her shoulders harder.

Miss Peters kept her lips wrapped around my shaft, stroking it while I emptied my load into her mouth. I was still hard when she pulled her mouth off of me. I noticed a bit of my cum glistening on her lips and running down her chin. She looked perfectly wanton as her tongue darted out, licking my cum from her lips. She smiled, still caressing my cock as it began to soften.

"How was that, Jason?" she asked in a breathy voice.

"Wow... oh, god, Miss Peters," I gasped.

She pressed herself too me, still reluctant to stop rubbing my spent cock. "Call me Lana," she said, then kissed me.

"That was wonderful... wow, Lana," I said, unable to stop smiling. "I... I came so quick though... sorry," I said, feeling embarrassed.

"That's okay, Jason. We're just getting started," she said.

Lana pulled my suit jacket off and hung it on the doorknob. She pulled my necktie off and began unbuttoning my shirt while I fondled her breasts and rubbed her nipples through her dress. She pulled my shirt off and tossed it aside, then looked down to my pants and smiled.

"You better get those off," she said.

Once I was naked Lana ran her eyes over me. She smiled, then slid her hands down my chest and around to my ass. She squeezed it hard, pulling me against her until my limp cock rubbed over her. It left a damp spot on her dress as she swayed her hips, grinding against me. I reached around her and found the tab to the zipper of her dress. I pulled it down, then slipped her dress off of her shoulders. It slid down her body till it was on the floor. She was wearing matching black panties and a bra. They looked very sexy, but I wanted to remove them. When I pulled at the left strap of her bra she folded her arms over her chest, giving me a bashful look as her eyes locked on mine.

"They're small... you might not like them," she said, almost sounding frightened.

"They're not small, Lana -- they're average size and very nice. I've already seen them, remember?"

"You said you only saw the right one," she countered.

"Yeah, but I know I'll like the left one too," I said with a laugh.

Lana gave me a taunting grin and pulled the right panel of her bra down to reveal her breast. It looked as nice as it had the day I'd seen it down her blouse, if not even nicer. She ran her fingertips over it, stroking her stiff nipple. "Maybe I'll just let you see this one then -- since you've already seen it and like it," she teased.

"No," I pleaded, giving her bra strap a tug.

Lana giggled and darted past me. I chased her into her bedroom. Her bare breast shook as she climbed onto the bed, still laughing. I pinned her down and tugged at her bra while she giggled and wrestled with me. She rolled over onto her stomach. I straddled her, pressing my cock against her firm ass through her damp panties. She bucked her hips, pushing back at me. I slid my hands up her soft back and unhooked her bra, then pulled the straps aside. I leaned over her and kissed her neck, then nibbled at it. She moaned and writhed beneath me.

"Turn over, Lana," I whispered in her ear.

"Uh-uh," she refused with a grunt, sounding playfully defiant.

"Okay..." I said.

I tugged at her panties, sliding them over her hips and down her smooth legs to expose her lovely ass. I ran my hands over it then squeezed it hard, kneading it and pressing my fingertips into her pliant flesh. Lana moaned louder, moving her hips under me. I ran my fingertips over her pussy, spreading her juice over her soft petals and feeling my finger slide between them and over her clit.

"Mmmm... that feels good," she moaned into the blanket beneath her. "Play with my pussy, Jason."

When I began working a finger into her pussy Lana raised up on her knees. She was tight and wet. I felt her grip my finger as I pushed it deeper into her. Her bra had slid down her arms and her breasts shook a bit as she bent over for me. I reached up and squeezed her left breast as I began fingering her dripping pussy faster and listening to her moan louder.

"Turn over," I said, slipping my finger from her. "I want to see your face."

Lana rolled over onto her back. She smiled up at me and pulled her bra the rest of the way off and tossed it aside. I pulled her panties off and dropped them to the floor behind me.

"God... you're beautiful, Lana," I said as I ran my hands up her legs.

Lana bent her knees and spread her legs wide for me as she played with her left nipple. Her shiny wet lips peeked out through the patch of dark hair. I bent down and ran my tongue up them. Lana shuddered and pushed up towards my probing tongue.

"Oh shit, that feels good..." she cried out.

I began licking her soft lips, pushing my tongue between them and flicking the tip over her hard clit. When I pushed a finger inside her and began sucking on her clit Lana twisted her hips and moaned, then grabbed two fistfuls of my hair. I began working my finger faster and teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue. She was breathing rapidly and lifting her ass up from the bed, grinding her clit against me. When she gave my finger a hard squeeze and let out another long moan of ecstasy I knew he was cumming. I laid down beside her, still stroking her soft, juicy lips.

"You're amazing," Lana sighed, then kissed my mouth. She licked her wet lips and smiled.

"Thanks, but I've got a good teacher," I said.

Lana chuckled. "I can't imagine being able to teach you anything. You probably taught half of the girls in your class everything they know," she said.

"No," I said as my smile vanished.

Seeming concerned by my dour expression, Lana raised up on her elbow and looked at me. "What? Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry, Jason." She held me by the back of my neck and kissed my cheek.

"No. It's not you, Lana. It's me," I explained.

"What? Is something wrong?" she asked, sounding, nervous.

"If I tell you something, do you promise not to laugh?" I asked, looking into her eyes.

"Yes, of course," she promised, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.

"I've never actually gone all the way with a girl," I confessed, frowning.

I could tell that Lana was surprised by my revelation, but she showed little emotion. "Oh... well, there's no shame in that, Jason. I can tell from what we've done so far that you're a wonderful, caring lover."

"Thanks," I said, giving her a feeble smile.

Lana ran her fingertips over my thigh, stroking it while she looked down at my cock. I could feel it respond to her loving touch. It began to slowly thicken and swell. She caressed it, coaxing it to life.

"This time I want your thick cock in my pussy, Jason. Fuck me like you wanted to that day in the classroom when you were looking at my tits."

Lana's dirty talk was all the encouragement I needed to get rock hard. I rolled over and began squeezing her left breast and sucking on her right nipple. It was hard and thick as I pinched it between my lips. Lana stroked and squeezed my shaft while I played with her tits.

"Just one thing, Jason: I'm not on The Pill, so... you know... I don't want to end up like Miss Jacobs. So be careful, okay?" Lana looked into my eyes and let out a nervous laugh.

I cupped her jaw in my hand and kissed her tender lips, smiling. "If I get you pregnant, I'll marry you, Lana. Hell, I'll marry you even if I don't," I told her.

Lana chuckled. "Seriously... just be careful where you cum."

"I am being serious. I love you, Lana."

Lana drew in a sharp breath. "I... I don't know what to say, Jason," she stammered.

"It's okay. You don't have to say anything. Just let me love you."

Lana gave my mouth a soft kiss as she coaxed me between her silky thighs. She tugged at my hips, then reached down and took my hard cock in her hand. I felt the swollen head slide over her wet lips as she guided me inside her tight, wet pussy. I moaned as my shaft sank inside her. She held me tight inside her, then pushed up with her hips. She wrapped her silky legs around mine and held onto my arms.

"Love me, Jason, please," she breathed into my ear.

I began pumping my hips. The feeling of being inside Lana's velvety walls was like nothing I could have imagined. She stroked my back and thighs while I pumped in and out of her. When our breathing grew rapid and she began moaning louder I began thrusting harder.

"Mmmm... yes... that's it... god, you feel so good inside me, Jason. Fill me with your hard cock, Lover."

Lana's eyes were closed and she had a look of bliss on her face. Her breasts shook as I pushed her down onto the bed with each stroke.

"Harder, Jason... fuck me... please," Lana moaned, clenching her jaw.

"God... you're beautiful," I said, looking down at her.

Lana grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me down further. She kissed me, sucking on my tongue and thrusting her hips to meet my cock. She was gripping me, stroking my shaft with her tight pussy. When I felt myself getting close I slowed down and looked at her.

"I'm so close... I better stop," I said.

"No... cum in me..." she said.

"But you said..." I was still moving my hips while she massaged my cock inside her.

"Did you mean it, Jason -- about if you got me pregnant?"

"Every word," I told her.

Lana shifted her hips and wrapped her legs around the small of my back, locking us together. She began thrusting harder up at me.

"Fill me with your cum, Lover," she said.

I pumped my cock harder into Lana. When I let out a loud groan as I came she gave my throbbing cock a hard squeeze, milking my cum from my shaft so it filled her. She hugged me tight with her arms and legs, holding me to her soft, quivering body until I felt myself beginning to soften. I slipped out of her dripping pussy and laid down beside her.

"You were marvelous." Lana rolled over and rested her head on my chest, running her fingers over my stomach.

"That was unbelievable, Lana. God, you're an amazing woman," I said, still breathing hard.

"You bring it out in me, and it's been building for months," Lana said. She wiggled closer until she was pressed to me. "I've wanted you for a while. I just knew you'd be a wonderful lover."

I stared up at the ceiling, holding Lana to me and stroking her back.

"So, how do I rate as a prom date?" she asked, looking into my eyes and smiling.

"Great. But I bet you'll be an even better wife," I said.

Epilogue

When we're young we're told that our school days are the happiest days of our lives. If that's true for anyone, I pity them. My best days only began after high school. I got my degree at Elston Tech., then soon after that I began teaching there and consulting part-time for a few companies. Life for me had turned out better than I could have ever dared dream of.

One Thursday I was driving home after I had finished teaching for the day. The radio was on in my car but I was not really paying attention until "Love Hurts" came on. I turned the radio up, smiling to myself as my thoughts went back to Lana and me on prom night. I could feel my cock begin to harden as I recalled that glorious night, years previous. 

After pulling into the driveway and parking the car I hurried in to the house. Lana was home, waiting for me, just like she had been every day since we had gotten married. She looked as beautiful as she did the day I first saw her in English class nearly ten years earlier. When I pulled her to me and kissed her moist lips she felt my erection pressing into her stomach, which was now very round as our second child grew inside her. She looked down at the tent in my pants and smiled.

"You're happy to see me," she teased as her brown eyes shimmered.

"I'm always happy to see you. I love you so much," I said, then kissed her forehead.

"I love you too," she said as she kissed my cheek and ran her hand up my back.

I began tugging at the buttons of her blouse, not waiting to get her to our bedroom.

"My... you're horny today," she said, rubbing my cock through my pants.

"I'm always horny when I see you," I said, pulling at her blouse.

"Mmmm... feel like being a little naughty?" she cooed.

"How naughty?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"How about we get out your Nazareth CD and you call me Miss Peters tonight..."