6 comments/ 10938 views/ 8 favorites Julie and Her Teacher Pt. 02 By: sumbody777 This is part 2 of my first story. I would suggest reading part 1 first. Please tell me what you think! :) All characters in this story are 18 years or older. ************************************* I got butterflies in my stomach walking up to Mr. Johnson's class the next day. I chose to wear a tight, white, mini skirt and a form fitting black shirt. He was standing where he always was outside the class room holding the door open. But when I got to the door, he didn't say anything to me. Just half heartedly smiled at me. 'Oh no.' I thought. I sat down in my seat and tried my best to focus on his lesson when class started, but my mind kept going back to that awkward greeting. 'Did he change his mind about seeing me again?' 'Did he regret kissing me yesterday?' I tried to make eye contact with him but he wouldn't look in my direction. It wasn't looking good. Eventually we started doing some class work. It was quiet and he was making his usual rounds about the room. I could feel him walking up my row from behind. When he got up to me he placed his left hand on my desk. "You doing okay?" He asked. I thought he was talking to me, but I looked up and he was talking to the girl sitting to the right of me. "Yeah, I'm fine." She said. I was starting to get a little annoyed, but when he started to walk away and lifted his hand from my desk, there was a little folded piece of paper where his hand just was. I quickly covered it with my hand, slid it onto my lap, and discreetly scanned the room to see if anyone saw. I was worried the note might say that yesterday was a mistake, but at least he was finally acknowledging me. I put down my pen and opened the note in my lap where it was hidden from everyone. It said to stay after class, although that didn't really clarify what his intentions were. I wanted to confirm with him that I read his note and would stay, but he still wouldn't look at me. So i just went back to my work. Time seemed to pass incredibly slowly. The bell finally ringing was like music to my ears. I packed up all my things so it would look like I was leaving to everyone. I got out of my seat right when the last few kids were heading out the door, but I just stood there next to my desk. Mr.Johnson walked towards the door and said goodbye to the last people leaving. Once they were gone, he closed and locked the door. He turned around and looked at me for the first time since I walked in. He let out a breath and smiled. "Hello Mrs. Henderson." He said while unbuttoning his shirt cuffs and slowly rolling them up to just below his elbows. "Hi." I giggled while nervously playing with my fingers. He slowly walked to the back of the room and started walking up my row, coming up behind me. Standing behind me, he took the back of his fingers and lightly ran them up and down my arms. I felt his nose on the back of my neck, he was nestling his face in my hair and breathing in deep. It gave me shivers. Then he gently pushed my hair to one side and started kissing the back of my neck. I closed my eyes and slightly leaned my head back. "Mmm.", I moaned. He put his big strong hands on my belly and gently pulled me back against him. "I was afraid you changed your mind." When I said that, he took his left hand and turned just my head to face him. He kissed me hard. I managed to turn my body around and wrap my arms around his neck. We started making out. He was rubbing and squeezing my body all over. When our tongues finally touched, we were so turned on knowing there would be no interruption this time that our tongues started attacking each other. He grabbed my ass and hoisted me up making me squeel. I roughly landing right on his now very obvious erection which made me moan into his mouth and wrap my legs around him tightly. He walked us over to his desk and laid me down on it with a loud bang, never breaking our kiss. I could feel him grinding his dick against my pussy. His pants and my thong were not a strong enough barrier to feel how hard he was, or for him to feel how wet I was. As his kisses moved down to my neck, he started tugging his tie loose and off. When he stood up, I followed and started lightly kissing his neck all over white he breathed heavy and unbuttoned his shirt. When he undid all the buttons, he spread his shirt apart but left it on. I couldn't help rub his torso all over once he revealed his glorious muscles. His chest was so broad and he had a nice tan too, it was practically emitting warmth despite the classroom being chilly. I looked up and he was staring at me, his mouth slightly open. Our eyes were locked on each other while I listened to him unbuckle his belt. Whether or not he planned on it, I was getting my hands and my mouth on that thing. My body rubbed against his as I slid off the desk. I got down on my knees while he pushed his pants and briefs down to his ankles. My god when his dick popped out, I just stared for a moment. It was the biggest one I had ever seen. Granted I hadn't seen that many before, but I could tell he was very well endowed. It felt big when he was grinding it into me but I wasn't expecting this. It was so long and thick. And the way it was pointing right at me, staring at me in the face, I couldn't believe it was all for me! The second I touched it, I heard him let out a long moan. It was as hard as a rock and almost difficult to pump. There was some beads of pre cum at the tip so I wiped it up with my thumb and lathered it over him, making it easier. When I starting slowly jacking it, his stomach muscles tensed up, and when I lightly licked the head, his whole body jerked forward. I licked his opening, then finally put the whole head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before working my way down, keeping a vacume tight suction. My hands were holding on to the back of his knees. He was moaning and grunting. Every time I got to the bottom, I'd twist my head in different directions before coming back up. His head fell back and he squeezed his eyes shut while he ran his fingers through my hair, petting my head. "Ahh yeah, suck it honey." He sweetly moaned. I forced it further down, taking the initiative to start deep throating and he cried out. All the sudden he pulled out and his hands were under my armpits. He lifted me up and sat me back on the desk. He kissed me and lifted up my shirt a little. He bent down and started kissing and licking my belly. When he stood back up and pulled my shirt all the way off, my hair fell in a mess all over my face. I blew it out of my face and shook it behind me, making me giggle. But he didn't. He had a serious, lust filled look on his face and started attacking my neck again with sucks and bites, making me giggle even more from the tickle of his 5 o'clock shadow. While he did that, I reached behind me and unclasped my bra. I pulled it off as he backed away from my neck, and he faltered when he saw my tits. He immediately took one in his mouth like there was a magnetic force pulling him to it. I fell backwards and he followed. He bit and sucked on my nipple so hard, while squeezing and tugging on the other and then alternating, moaning every now and then. I felt like I was in a trance. When he stopped, he took a hold of the top of my skirt and the straps of my thong and pulled them both off in one motion. Laying there on his desk, being fully naked and so exposed to him gave me the chills. My nipples were hard, my pussy was wet and aching, I was ready. Suddenly I felt something soft and wet on my clit and I cried out. He was eating me out. I wasn't expecting that. None of my ex boyfriends ever did that, so I'd never felt that before. He was going back and forth from licking and sucking on my clit to shoving his tongue in and out of my hole. I was fascinated at the feeling. Just having someone's mouth on my private area period made me feel incredibly violated, but in such a great way. "Oooh, Mr. Johnson!" I whined. He wrapped his arms around my thigh and squeezed as he shoved his face into me and grunted. I shut my legs tight around his head and started pulling at his hair. He reached up and pinched my nipples for second before sticking one finger in me and then two. He was shoving them in and out of me at the speed of light. All I could do was lazily moan as my eyes started rolling to the back of my head in pleasure. He crawled back up my body and kissed me hard. I could taste my own juices in his mouth. "Turn around." He whispered against my lips. I flipped over onto my stomach with my feet on the floor and he started fondling my ass. "God...I've been dreaming about this ass all year." He said before slapping it. "Even before then." He continued. 'Huh?' I thought. Then i put it together that he must remember me from when we met my freshman year. I smiled at that and then squealed when I felt his teeth bite my ass. He spread my cheeks apart, but I felt the head of his dick probing at the wrong entrance. I shot up. "No, no, no!" I pleaded. I tried to reach behind me and push him away but he grabbed both my wrists and forced me back down, holding them above my head. He continued to push it in and I screamed. He quickly let go of my wrists to cover my mouth with his hand. "Shhh." He whispered in my ear and kept slowly pushing it in. If it were anyone else, I would've absolutely refused! But I didn't wanna ruin this so I stuck it out. Luckily, up until now I had gotten so wet that it was providing a good lubrication, but was still excruciating. I started screaming into his hand again and he froze in place. "Relax." He whispered in my ear. My hands were clenched in fists, so he used his free hand to unclench them and flatten them on his desk in an effort to make me relax. "Breathe." He whispered in my ear again. I took deep breaths but my hands clenched up again, so he again flattened them. Then he started moving again. I forced myself to do what he told me by keeping my body relaxed and taking deep breaths. Eventually he got past the tight ring of muscles. Beyond that wasn't near as bad. He stuffed his dick in all the way until finally he bottomed out. I felt painfully full. He slowly started to pull out almost all the way, then shoved it back in a little faster this time. When he bottomed out again, it shockingly started to feel kind of pleasurable. It burned, but good way. I was surprised when a little moan escaped from my mouth into his hand. "You like it?" He whispered. "That's my girl." He took his hand off my mouth and straightened up, taking a fist full of my hair with him and pulled tight. Then slapped my ass harder this time. 'Jeez. What happened to my sweet Mr. Johnson?' I thought. He starting pumping again, increasing the pace. We were both roughly grunting for awhile from such a frictional intercourse. His grip on my hair lightened when he bent down to kiss my lower back. His facial stubble was scraping me again but it didn't tickle this time, it felt nice as it was making its way up my back. His mouth was against my ear again, breathing heavily into it, giving me goose bumps and his tight grip of hair returned. Him stuffing his dick in and out of my ass felt so fucking good! I couldn't believe that I was actually on the verge of cumming from anal sex. I could barely breathe, let alone speak. "I...I'm...gun cum." I managed to choke out. "Not yet, baby." He said. He stood up, letting my hair go and pulled out of me. I suspected that he wanted me to turn around, but I was spent. I couldn't move, I just laid there trying to catch my breath. He grabbed me beneath my shoulders and stood me up, turned me around, sat me back on his desk, and pushed on my shoulders so that I would lay down. He put his hands under my knees, lifted my legs apart and bluntly shoved himself all the way into me. That woke me up! I had been so distracted by my newly discovered pleasure from anal sex, I had forgotten that my pussy was in much need of attention. His "handy" work down there earlier was nothing compared to what my cunt was aching for. It desperately needed a big, rock hard filling and Mr.Johnson was more than accommodating. He was stretching me out to the max! Again, giving me that painful but fantastic burning feeling. It took all I had not to cry out and scream down the classroom. Instead, all that could be heard were both our pantings and hushed moans as he thrust in and out of me. I laid my arms above my head and arched my back with my tits jiggling in the air. It was a raw site to see. "You're so fucking tight!" He growled. He let go of my legs and laid down, putting all of his weight on top of me, crushing me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his back, tightly holding onto him for dear life like a koala while he held onto the edges of his already banging desk. "Take that dick, babygirl!" He hissed in my ear. At this angle, I could see his ass muscles clenching with every powerful thrust and I could see the muscles of his broad back contorting through his shirt. I could smell his cologne, which I breathed in deeply. His stubble was scraping my cheek as he grunted like an animal in my ear. I was in pure ecstasy! And I never wanted to stop. He lifted his head to kiss me and tugged my bottom lip with his teeth when he pulled back. Then he let go of the desk with his right hand and wrapped it around my neck, choking me. He was full of surprises that day, but I was loving all of them. "You're mine." He spat. "Say you're mine." It took me a second to register that so he tightened his grip on my throat. "Say you're mine!" He growled. "I'm...your...sss." I choked out. "Say my name." He said. I opened my mouth to respond when it dawned on me that I didn't know his name. We were both so lost in the moment, we forgot that since he was my teacher and I was his student, I didn't know his name. He must have realized it and thought it was cute because the corner of his mouth went up a bit in a half smile. "Todd." He said. 'Oh god, what a hot name!" I thought. "Todd." I purred. He released my throat and wrapped both his arms under my back, squeezing me tight. We kissed hard, our tongues dancing together. The way we were holding each other and sucking each others faces off while he was ramming into me made it feel like we fuzed together. I started to feel that familiar tingling sensation. "I'm...gunna...cum!" I whined against his lips. "Look at me." He said. "Look at me while you cum." I looked him right in eyes at first, but my pleasure got too intense and my eyes automatically squeezed shut. "Look at me, look at me, look at me!" He quickly spat out. I forced my eyes to stay open. Looking straight into his eyes and the wild, lustful look in them made everything even more intense! My pussy clenched around him and waves of mind numbing pleasure burst through me as I came all over his dick! I literally couldn't not scream! His jack hammering into me made my scream choppy, like I was driving over speed bumps, but it still filled the room. He quickly covered my mouth with his right hand and pushed down to try and quiet me as I rode out the most powerful orgasm I have ever had. My eye lids drooped and my screams turned into long moans muffled by his hand as I started to come down. My arms and legs grip on him loosened as my body tired and my pussy quivered, but I still hung on. He put his arm back around me and squeezed me tight to him again. He kissed me again but my tongue lazily kissed back. So we were back in the "fuzed" state, but he was doing most of the fuzing. Where as I was more like putty in his arms. He started fucking me faster (if that was even possible) and broke the kiss when his head shot back and his eyes squeezed shut. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck!" He tried to yell as quietly as he could. Suddenly I heard the door knob to the classroom twist. Whoever it was then knocked after seeing it was locked. I look up at Mr. Johnson but his head was still back and eyes were still shut. That's when I started to hear a key turning, making my heart race a mile a minute! I know for a fact that he heard it too, but it didn't even faze him! He just kept pounding away, too lost in pleasure to care. A man burst in the room. I recognized him immediately, it was my P.E. teacher! His mouth dropped slightly as he stared at his co-worker ramming his student into his desk. If I wasn't mistaken, he smiled slightly. Then rushed out and slammed the door. I turned my attention back to Mr. Johnson, who's moans were getting louder and louder as if nothing had happened. I could tell he was going to cum any second. He quickly jumped off me and the desk, pulling me with him and pushed me down onto my knees. He started speed jacking his dick while aiming it at my mouth. "Shit...aw...ah...AH!" He moaned. Spurts of cum shot into my mouth as came, some landed on my face. His body jerked and twitched as his moans got quieter and quieter. I swallowed everything he gave me. What landed on my face, I wiped up and sucked off my finger. "Shit." He breathed heavily. "Who was that?" "Mr. Rogers." I said as I stood up and he pulled his pants back on. "Fuck. Steve." He said more to himself. "You gotta go." He said to me as he buttoned up his shirt. I grabbed my thong off the floor. "Ah ah. This is going home with me." He said matter of factly as he took it out of my hands and shoved it into his pocket. I didn't object. I just smiled and quickly got dressed as he fixed up his desk. I grabbed my bag and started to leave. "Hey." He said as he grabbed my upper arm and pulled me back again. "We'll talk later, okay?" He said. I nodded. He placed both his hand on the sides of my head and pulled me in for a quick kiss. I smiled and turned to leave but he then pinched my ass hard making me squeal and playfully smack his shoulder. He laughed and I finally made it out the door. The hallway was empty. All the students were long gone so there wasn't a soul in sight. It was dead quiet, almost creepy. Like out of a cheesy horror movie where a bunch of cheerleaders are trapped in a school with a killer. I felt the same cautious feeling the cheerleaders felt except instead of worrying that a killer could come around the corner at any moment, I feared Mr. Rogers could. Or any other teacher that would ask what I was still doing here so late. The sound of my flip flops on the tile echoed against the white walls as rushed to the girls bathroom. The only word to describe how I looked when I saw my reflection in the mirror of the bathroom is used. I was pantieless and my own juices were starting to drip down my leg. My clothes were disheveled, there were hickies on my neck, my makeup was smudged, my lips were bright red from kissing, the taste of cum was still in my mouth, my hair was a mess, and I could smell his cologne all over me. I was a mess. I smiled to myself knowing that Mr. Johnson was the one who did this to me, but I had to clean myself up. I wiped myself dry after using the bathroom and adjusted my clothes. I went back to the sink to wash my face, gargled some water, and washed my hands. I didn't bother re doing my makeup but I put some cover-up on my hickies and fixed my hair. I debated whether or not to put on perfume but decided not to because I liked having his scent on me. It was a little reminder that what just happened was real and something I imagined. I smiled at myself in the mirror when I thought about it but my smile faded when I remembered that Mr. Rogers had walked in on us and worried about what he was going to do. My mind also jumped to what this day would mean for Mr. Johnson and I's relationship now and where we go from here. And how Mr. Rogers might affect that. I had a lot to think about. But the only thing running through my mind as I rushed out of the school was how I had just had the best sex of my life with the hottest guy I'd ever met! Julie and Her Teacher Pt. 02 To be continued... Julie and Her Teacher Pt. 03 This is part 3 of my first story. I would suggest reading part 1 and 2 first. Please tell me what you think! :) All characters in this story are 18 years or older. ************* 'I should've considered what would happen after words if I slept with Mr. Johnson. I just did it without thinking. Now there's an awkward conversation coming about where we stand. I know he doesn't regret what we did. He didn't give me that impression yesterday. The question is, does he want to continue seeing me. And if he does, then as what? Just a fuck buddy? Or his girlfriend? God, I really hope girlfriend.' The sound of a whistle blowing interrupted my thoughts and deafened my ears. Everyone around me started running forward and I followed. I was breathing hard and beads of sweat were forming on my forehead as we jogged around the track. My eyes kept darting to Mr. Rogers who was watching us with his bulky arms crossed over his equally bulky chest and his eyebrows scrunched together from the sun beaming into his eyes. I was pretty sure that he hadn't ratted out Mr. Johnson seeing as how everything seemed normal at school and I didn't get any calls down to the principal's office. Although, it was only yesterday that he caught us, it didn't mean that he wouldn't, so I didn't feel safe yet. But there was nothing I could do. Just had to act normal and wait and see what happens. I had dreaded going to P.E. that day. There was no doubt in my mind that Mr. Rogers had recognized me the day before, and even though I was pretty sure he wouldn't bring up what happened, I knew class with him would be awkward none the less. The pack started to slow as we finished our two laps. I wiped the sweat off my face and tightened my ponytail as Mr. Rogers explained what game we would be playing that day. Kickball. He had us all line up side by side to tell us which team we would be on. Working his way down the line, he tapped each person on the shoulder and said either red or blue. There was so much tension in the air and I was so nervous that when he tapped me I jumped slightly. After he finished there was another whistle blow and we made our way to the playing field. I was on the red team so I joined the line of people waiting to kick while the blue team spread out among the field. There was a long gap between where the lined formed and where you kick the ball. Mr. Rogers stood a few feet to the left of that spot as he watched the game. Every now and then he'd yell out instructions, praises, and some scoldings. Eventually the girl in front of me walked up to take her turn. The ball went pretty far and she took off running. All of the sudden Mr. Rogers turned around and locked eyes with me. He started walking towards me. My eyes darted back and forth from his eyes to the grass as he got closer and closer. "Your up Julie." He said as he passed me. 'Oh god.' I thought. 'So awkward.' When the game ended we went to the locker room. I was happy to finally be free of him and be in air conditioning again! I freshened up and got re dressed right in time for the bell to ring. I shut my locker and headed to lunch with a smiling face and a growling stomach. Sitting and laughing with all my friends was a nice escape from all my drama while I enjoyed a turkey sandwich. Sitting across from me was my best friend Allison. "Hi Mr. Johnson." She suddenly said cheerfully. I realized that he was behind me since she was looking above me. He put his fists on our table on both sides of me trapping me between his arms as he leaned over me. I couldn't see his face with him hovering right above me like that, only his arms. His cologne encased me and for a second, brought my mind back to where I was and what I was doing when I last smelt it on him. "Hello Mrs. Walters, hows everyone doing today?" He said casually. He started small talking with the people he knew and was clearly ignoring me on purpose. But he didn't need to say anything. Him teasing me with his body language was hello enough. I had to take a bite of my sandwich to stop myself from smiling. As I was chewing I looked over and noticed that the knuckles on his right hand were all swollen and bruised. I knew they weren't like that yesterday. I made a note to myself to ask him about that later as he said bye to everyone and walked off. After lunch and two more classes, it was finally my favorite time of the day, his class. "Afternoon Mrs. Henderson." He said smiling as I came to the door. "Hi Mr. Johnson." I smiled back. Trying to focus on what he was saying in class was almost impossible. It must of have been hard for him too seeing as how he looked at me like 5 times during his lecture. I was almost relieved when we had to start our class work. Although it was kind of difficult since I hadn't been paying attention to how to do it. I rested my head on my hand and glanced up at him writing something at his desk. I started thinking about the fact that I didn't know how to do the assignment but he did. It reminded me that he had already been through college and stuff. And I admired how smart he was. Then I silently laughed at how serious he looked writing whatever it was he was writing at his desk knowing we had sex on it 24 hours ago. Not even 5 minuets later looked at him again and he had stopped writing. He was leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head and was already staring at me too. We smiled at each other. I really tried to get back to my work but after reading the same sentence like 10 times I looked at him again. He was in the same position but was looking off into space. He seemed to be really deep in thought about something... When the bell finally rang I packed up my things slowly so that I would be the last to get up and noone would see that I didn't leave. After the last person left I walked up to his desk. He was shuffling a bunch of papers around like he was getting ready to leave too. "Hey." I said cautiously. "Hey." He repeated sweetly. He put his hands in his pockets and walked around his desk to me. "How are you doing?" He asked seductively while waggling his eyebrows. "Pretty good." I answered quietly. It's amazing how you can do something so intimate with someone but still feel shy around them. "You wanted to talk to me, right?" "Yeah." He answered, then sat on his desk in front of me and took my hands in his, holding them together inbetween us. "About yesterday...I...I shouldn't have done that." He said. Well that cut me like a knife. "I've just been thinking about it for so long...and when I heard you turned 18...I just...couldn't stop myself." He explained. "Oh." I said quietly. "So you don't want to see me anymore." "Oh hell yeah." He said firmly with a confused look on his face. He must have seen that I was confused too. "Sorry..." He said while rubbing his thumbs over my hands and his lightening his tone. "What I was trying to say was...yeah it shouldn't have happened, I shouldn't have broken that student teacher boundary. But I did. Damage is done." He laughed. He lifted our hands and started playfully lacing our fingers in and out. "No point in stopping now." He continued. "As long as we don't get caught...again." Happiness flowed through me. "Oh okay." I said and smiled big. "I agree." I was just about to ask about Mr. Rogers when he took a deep breath and let go of my hands and folded his in his lap. "But uh...that doesn't mean we can actually...you know, date." He said cautiously. Good feeling gone. "I'm sorry." He said as he stood up. "I mean...I have feelings for you. And god, I'm so attracted to you." He said as he rubbed his face. "But having to hide it all the time and us not being able to meet each others family or friends and stuff. And more importantly, our age difference...it's just not an ideal relationship, you know?" I was staring at the floor while I listened. A part of me was in a way happy that he actually considered it. It could've not even crossed his mind. But most of me was sad and hurt. "Julie?" He said as he put his finger under my chin and lifted my head to look at him. I think that was the first time he ever called me by my first name. "Yeah I understand." I said and forced a smile. But he kept staring at me. "I'm fine, really." I lied. "Alright." He said as he released my chin. He took a deep breath as he turned around. "Well I gotta go." He said with his back to me and went back to his rushed state putting a bunch of papers into a brief case. "There's a teachers conference I have to go to." He paused to look at his watch. "Shit. I'm already late." He said. He gave me a small scrap of paper and a pen to write my number on and continued packing up. After he got his things together he quickly walked over to me. "I'll call you." He said. He quickly kissed my cheek and started to leave. "Wait!" I called out and he turned around. "What about Mr. Rogers?" "Uh...yeah. I'll call you." He said nervously. He walked out but I stayed a minute and leaned on his desk to lick my wounds. I was happy that we could still hook up. But I didn't realize I would be so upset that he didn't want to be in a relationship with me. After a couple minuets I figured I'd better go. Around 8 o'clock I was laying on my bed texting Allison. It was friday night and she was telling me about a party she wanted me to go to. And apparently there was some guy who told her that he was hoping to see me there. She said his name was Jason and that he was in my english class. Mr. Johnson's class. From the way she described him, I realized who it was. He was cute and pretty cool actually. I started debating whether or not to go. Not just because of him, but also because friday was my only night to ever go out. Saterday nights are for going out to dinner with my family whether I liked it or not. My parents started the tradition when my older brother Donnie went off to college. His school is right around the corner, but they wanted a guaranteed way to see him and us all be together at least once a week. But on the other hand I wanted to stay home and wait for Mr. Johnson's call. I texted her for a few more minutes. Then while I was typing a message a call came in from a number I didn't recognize, so I figured it was him. I bit my lip and calmed my nerves. "Hello?" "Hey..." He said in that sexy voice. "Hey. What's up?" I said. "Not much." He said casually. "How was your meeting?" I asked. He laughed a little at that. Probably because its not like he could actually tell me how it went like I would understand or anything. "It was alright. How you doing?" He asked. His voice sounded familiar, but hearing it anywhere outside of school let alone my house wasn't. It was weird but I liked it. In a strange way it made me feel closer to him. Like he wasn't just my teacher. I said I was doing okay and started telling him about the party Allison wanted me to go to and the guy that was asking about me. "Mr. Perron." He said with a bit of anger in his voice. "Yeah." I confirmed. "So why didn't you go? You wanted to talk to me?" He asked very cockily, like he already knew the answer. "Maybe." I giggled and he laughed back. "Well good, I wanted to talk to you too. I would invite you to come over to my apartment but my parents are actually in town and their staying at my place for the weekend." He said. That took me off guard a little. I never thought about going to his place. It excited me and I was really disappointed that couldn't. But then I thought how it was a pretty strange coincidence that his parents just so happen to come this weekend. I started wondering if he was lying. Like maybe he didn't want me to come over but thought I might ask to. "Oh, that's nice." I said, not letting my worries show. "Yeah. Listen, I need to tell you something." He suddenly said. "What?" I asked. "It's about Steve...Mr. Rogers." He said. "Oh...well what happened?" I asked. "Well I went to go find him after you left. And I asked him not to tell anyone what happened. We are somewhat friends anyway." He explained. "And what did he say?" I asked impatiently. "He laughed. And he said he wouldn't tell anyone if uh...shit." He paused and I heard him take a deep breath. "If he could 'get a piece' of you too, as he put it." I froze. "Oh my god!" I almost yelled. "What did you say?" "I punched the mother fucker." He said shamelessly. I figured that must of been why his knuckles were all swollen earlier. "I told him he was a fucking dick and no way would I ever let him touch you." He continued. "But then...he reminded me that it's not up to me. It's up to you...and he's right. But I put my foot down and told him that if this does happen, even though this is between you and him, it would be under my one condition." "What?" I asked hopefully. "That I'd be there too." He said firmly. "What, you mean...the three of us?" I asked. "Yeah." He answered. My head was spinning. "It would just be one time. Then he'd leave you alone. But I don't want you to feel any pressure...Julie, I want you to understand that you don't have to do this. It's not us he's threatening to turn in, it's me. I should've been the adult in the situation so I should have to face the consequences, not you." He urged. It was silent as he waited for me to respond. Although I appreciated him not wanting to put any pressure on me to go through with Mr. Rogers offer, I did however feel pressure to make the decision right then and there. And because of that, I didn't really think it through completely. Instead of really considering all the details, I only focused on the major ones. Which were that he could loose his job and maybe even go to prison if I didn't do it. And if I did, he would be with me. "I...I guess I could do that." I choked out. He was silent for a minute. "Are you sure?" He asked. I started to tell him my reasoning behind it but he interrupted me and started telling me not to worry about what would happen to him. So I interrupted him too and said that whether he likes it or not, I am worried and that I think it's worth doing. Then I reassured him that I'd be fine as long as he was with me. He was silent again. "Alright." He said reluctantly then took an exasperated breath. "We'll do it Monday, after school. Just get it over with as soon as possible." "Okay." I agreed. "Okay." He repeated. There was more silence as the decision really sunk in. "Alright well...I'll call you later okay?" He finally said. "Okay." I answered. "Alright...goodnight." He said. "Night." I said. The moment I ended the call, a wall I hadn't realized I put up came down and tears formed in my eyes. Out of all the outcomes that could've came from me sleeping with my teacher, I couldn't believe that this is what was happening. And I just couldn't believe what an asshole Mr. Rogers was. I felt like I could think more clearly with that wall being down so I started reweighing my options. But in the end, I felt like I made the right choice in going through with it. I flipped over onto my stomach and buried my head in my pillow. I was definitely skipping the party. I just laid there sulking until I fell asleep. ***** The next morning I needed to clear my head, so I called Allison and my other friend Amanda and asked them to go to the beach. It's my favorite place to go when I need to relax. I didn't think about anything as I soaked up the sun and splashed around in the salty waves. When I went home I had a better mood and a nice tan! I hopped in the shower and put on some lotion to keep my tan from peeling. Feeling refreshed and smelling of coconuts, I started getting ready to go out to dinner. After a short drive to the restaurant we sat outside and waited for a table to open. Donnie arrived right when the host called us in. He greeted me with a big hug and ruffled my hair before we all sat down and started catching up. The food was delicious as usual and I was enjoying visiting with my brother. He was telling us how his mid-terms were going when his attention suddenly shifted to something else across the room. "Ryan!" He called out. We all turned and saw a man walking over. "Hey Donnie! What's up man?" The man said as they did their manly handshake. "Guys this is my old friend, Ryan. He was a senior back when I was a freshman. We were in the same fraternity." Donnie explained to us and we all said hi. "So what are you doing here man?" He asked Ryan. "Oh I'm just here with the family, you know." He answered. They both started chatting so I kind of zoned out and went back to my dinner. But then the sound of a smack caught my attention. I lifted my head to see that my mom had playfully hit Donnie on the back of the head and gave him a look. He must of said said something inappropriate about partying or girls or something and I started laughing. But then my laughter almost turned into choking when I saw who else was slowly approaching our table. Mr. Johnson. When he saw me he stopped dead in his tracks a couple feet behind Ryan. His jaw dropped slightly and his eyes widened, clearly just as surprised to see me as I was to see him. 'Oh my god! What's he doing here?' I thought. Ryan turned around and saw him too. "Oh hey, sorry I ran into an old friend." He said to Mr. Johnson. "This is my older brother, Todd." He then explained to us all. 'Oh.' I thought. 'Wow.' I put it all together and realized that Mr. Johnson was telling the truth about his parents being in town and they must have all went out for a family dinner together. Which included his little brother who just so happens to be friends with my older brother! I didn't even know what to think about that. It was such a weird coincidence. But not that surprising I guess since we all live in the same town. With them standing together I could start to see the resemblance. Mr. Johnson was taller and bigger but they had similar faces. While all this was going through my head Mr. Johnson was saying hello to everyone. I didn't know if I should just say hi back as if I didn't know him, or tell everyone that he's my teacher, so I just kind of froze. "Hello Mrs. Henderson." He said, making the decision for me. "Uh...hi Mr. Johnson." I said back. "Um, guys this is my English teacher." Everyone laughed at the coincidence. Then my parents started talking to Mr. Johnson about how it was having me in his class and how I was doing and stuff like that. It was totally awkward to say the least. It would've been awkward even if he was just my teacher. But the fact that we had something going on of course made it even worse. Although I had to admit, knowing what we've done and trying to act normal in front of everyone and the thought of what my parents would do to him if they knew, was a little hot. He must have thought it was too because we shared a few knowing smiles at each other during his and my parents conversation. But I could sense that he felt more nervous than turned on and I felt a little sorry for him. My parents didn't seem to notice, but then I looked at Donnie. He was looking at me too. Pretty intently actually, like he had been watching me for a while and had probably seen the way I was smiling at Mr. Johnson. I blushed and turned away but out of the corner of my eye I saw him give Mr. Johnson a weird look. At first I thought he may have been more perceptive than my parents and suspected something. But hes always been a little over protective of me. The fact that at first he saw Mr. Johnson as just one of his buddy's older brother, even if it was just for a minute, probably made him look at him as more of a potential predator than my teacher. So he was probably just being his usual cautious self. Either way, I figured I'd better keep my focus on my dinner and not Mr. Johnson. Julie and Her Teacher Pt. 03 "Well uh, mom and dad are waiting in the car." Mr. Johnson said to Ryan. Donnie and Ryan said their goodbyes and Mr. Johnson shook hands with my parents. But when he said goodbye to Donnie, Donnie just kind of coldly nodded at him. Then he turned to me. "I'll see you in class Mrs. Henderson." He said and I smiled back. After they left we all laughed and went back to eating. Donnie still looked a little tense though and I started feeling guilty about that. What my parents would do if they found out about me and Mr. Johnson definitely ran through my mind, but I hadn't considered what my brother's reaction would be. All my life hes told his friends to stay away from me because they're too old for me, so I couldn't even imagine what he'd do if he knew not one of his friends, but his friend's older brother, who's also my teacher was sleeping with me. Having lost my appetite, I just played with my food the rest of the night. The drive home seemed longer than the drive there. Even though I hadn't eaten that much, I felt full and exhausted and just wanted to go to sleep. As I was brushing my teeth, I wondered if Mr. Johnson would call me. Then right when I spit out the water I heard my phone ringing from my bed. I quickly wiped my face with a wash cloth and ran over to it. Just as I suspected, it was him. "Hey." I said "Hey...so uh...wow. What just happened?" "Yeah...that was some surprise." "Yeah. I can't believe our brothers are friends!" "I know. I didn't know you had a little brother." "Yeahhh. He's a little punk." He said more to himself. "Damn, what are the odds that we'd run into each other?" "Well...my parents make us all go out to dinner every saterday and theres only so many decent restaurants in the area for you to take your parents to. Which was really sweet by the way. And cute." He laughed at that. "So you have a good relationship with them?" "Yeah I guess. We had the usual fights during my immature teen years but I grew up and we've always been pretty close. Ryan on the other hand didn't, so someones gotta be the bigger man and make the "Hey, how are ya?" phones calls, organize visits, give them a place to stay, that kind of stuff." "Yeah." I said, understanding what he meant. "Yeah...lately though they've been on my ass about getting married and settling down and stuff. Been getting on my nerves a bit." "Oh, I see." I said, trying not to let it show how much I hated the thought of him getting married to someone else or even being with anyone else period. It was silent for bit as that last statement sunk in. "Well..." I said for cheerfully. "You got to meet my parents." "Yeah, they're nice. It was uh...a little awkward though." "Gee you think?" I said sarcastically. "Yeah but it was different for me than it was for you. You haven't done anything wrong. But me...they looked at me like they could trust me, like I was a...fellow guardian of you. When little did they know all I wanted to do was rip off your clothes and take you right there on the table...make you squeel my name." "Oh my god!" I said shocked and we both laughed. "Yeah and make that brother of yours watch. Is it just me or was he acting cold as fuck to me?" "Uh yeah...I kind of noticed that too. He probably just picked up on how I was acting and thought I had a crush on you or something. He was just looking out for me." "Yeah well I got enough people who would kill me if they ever found out about us, I dont need another." He said angrily. He tried to lighten the mood with that statement about taking me on the table, but I knew he still felt guilty. "Tonight was the exact reason why a relationship just wouldn't work. I want to be able to shake your father's hand, not worry that he'd hit me with it if he ever caught me with you." "I know." I said sadly. It was silent again. "Anyways..." He said more cheerfully to change the mood. "What are you up to?" "Nothing. Just got ready for bed. I'm laying down." "Me too. Just laying in bed, watching a little t.v..." It sounded like there was more he wanted to say. "...what are you wearing?" "Todd!" I scolded. "Mm I love when you say my name." "Yeah I remember." We both laughed at that, remembering when we had sex on his desk. "So..." "I'm wearing a light pink, silk nighty." He groaned. "But usually I just sleep in a tank top and my thong." He groaned even louder and I laughed. "Fuck! There's nothin' I want more than you in my bed right now." "Me too...my bed suddenly feels really lonely...you know, I actually thought you were lying to me last night when you said your parents were in town." "Lying?" He asked confused. "Yeah, like you didn't want me to come to your home or something." He laughed. "Oh no baby, I want you so bad right now." "Hmm...good to know." "It's so hard right now." "Really? Jeez, that was fast!" I laughed. "Baby it's been hard ever since you said hello. Next weekend your coming over and I'm not letting you leave." "Well...till then, I guess." I said laughing and also implying that I wouldn't have sex over the phone. He groaned in frustration. "Alright...well, sweet dreams. I'll talk to you later." "Okay. Night." "Night." I hung up and snuggled into my bed. It was hard to fall asleep after that conversation but eventually did and indeed had some sweet dreams! ***** I slept in really late Sunday and then did some chores around the house. At night I just relaxed and tried to prepare myself for what was going to happen on Monday with Mr. Rogers. I was glad we hadn't talked about it last night but I knew we would have to tonight. He called me around nine. He of course asked me if I was sure I wanted to go through with it and again apologized. But other than that there wasn't much to say about it so we changed the subject. We spent the next hour just talking about anything. It reminded me of when we would occasionally talk after class. But this time it made me kind of sad because the longer we talked, the more I liked him and the more it hurt knowing that we can't be in a relationship. When I went to sleep that night, I wondered if that was on his mind too. ***** The moment I opened my eyes Monday morning butterflies filled my stomach. Fortunately, it made it easy to wake up. It was nervous energy but energy none the less. I skipped breakfast knowing I wouldn't be able to keep down any food. When I got dressed I made sure not to dress attractive. I didn't want to give Mr. Rogers any more joy than he was already getting. I put on an oversized t-shirt but didn't want to be too hot so I paired it with some jean shorts. When I got to school I had a bitter sweet feeling. Even though I was pissed and scared about seeing Mr. Rogers, I couldn't wait to see Mr. Johnson again. The anticipation I felt made me realize how much I missed him. I found myself holding my breath every time I saw someone that resembled him as I stood next to the lockers with a group of my friends waiting for the bell to ring. Unfortunately, not only did I not see Mr. Johnson, I saw Mr. Rogers. And even worse, he started walking up to us. He stood right next to me and crossed his arms. "Morning Carter, Amanda, Michael, Allison...Julie." He said nodding his head on each name and then smirked and elbowed me when he said my name. I tried to murder him with my eyes. Apparently he wasn't aware yet that I had been informed of his little plan, because when I gave him that look, understanding flashed through his eyes as he realized that I knew and he laughed slightly. He started talking to Carter about something sports related but I wasn't listening. I was too distracted and pissed at how close he was standing to me, on purpose I'm sure. When he said bye to everyone he winked at me. I wanted to slap the look off his face but I knew I couldn't. I was really dissapointed when the bell rang and I didn't get to see Mr. Johnson. I really needed a big hug from him. It's funny how when you want something to go by quickly, it goes by slow and when you want it to go by slow, it goes by quickly. My first two classes were like safe havens and I wished that they would go on forever. But of course they went by in the blink of an eye. When the bell rang, signaling it was time for P.E. I literally jumped. I knew the sound of that bell wouldn't be as bad as the sound of the last bell of the day, but at least then I would be with Mr. Johnson and would feel more safe. At this moment however, I was all alone. In no hurry to get there, I walked as slow as I could to the locker rooms. But when the bell that meant you have fifteen seconds to get to class rang, I quickened my pace a bit. I was walking down the hallway that led to the locker rooms when all the sudden I felt something tightly wrap around my wrist and was tugged into a janitors closet. I was about to scream but was relieved when I looked up and saw it was Mr. Johnson. "Oh my god, you scared the crap out of me! What are you doing?" I whisper yelled at him as he closed and locked the door. "I just wanted you once all to myself before later on." He said and then forcefully kissed me. "You have his class right now, right?" "Yeah." I said against his lips. "Perfect. Your missing it." He said and continued kissing me while he walked forward and shoved me against the wall. I'd never skipped class before but this happened so quickly that I wasn't thinking about anything except how much I missed him. 'Fuck it.' I thought. With my adrenaline having spiked, I kissed him back with just as much force and when our tongues touched we became magnetic. His body was pushing mine against the wall so tight I could barely breathe. He tugged his tie off and broke the kiss to undo his shirt. With each button he did I kissed down his warm chest that I'd missed so much which elicited some sexy moans from him. He pulled his shirt down half way, stopping at his elbows as I pulled mine off in one quick motion. I could feel his erection stabbing me as he reached around to unhook my bra. The cool air hit my nipples hardening them. "Aw baby!" He said before giving them each one quick lick and bite and kissing his way down my belly. When he reached my shorts he quickly pulled them and my thong down at once, stood back up and immediately shoved his finger in me, so I wrapped one leg around him to give him better access. We stood with our faces close, him intently focused on my facial expressions and me whining in his face as he invaded me. Once he was satisfied, he left me to unbuckle his belt. I couldn't wait for my prize inside so I got on my knees to unbutton his pants and pull them and his boxer briefs down. When his dick sprang out and I was face to face with the big, solid rod I'd been waiting for, my pussy was suddenly drenched and aching for it's pounding. My tongue attempted a lick but instead lightly grazed it as he backed away from me, protesting. He shook his head and put his hands under my armpits. "No. I need you now." He said as he stood me up. He shoved his tongue back in my mouth and in a flash I was lifted into the air. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and was again banged against the wall. When he lowered me onto his dick I screamed into his mouth, so he went "Shh" against mine, reminding me of where we were which only heightened my arousal. I think my pussy was mad that it had to go four days without this champion cock, it was flowing out so much pleasure from every little nook and cranny, it was as if it was screaming "Yes! Yes! Finally!". At the moment I was pretty positive that his dick was the only one that would ever truly satisfy me. He was fucking me frantically and kissing me hungrily. At one point he synchronized his movements where for every hump of his dick he humped my mouth with tongue in perfect harmony as we moaned into each others mouths. I just clung to him and took everything he gave me. When his mouth finally left mine, so did his grip of ass. The only thing stopping me from falling was his torso smushing mine against the wall. His hands instead went to my wrists and held them high above my head. His grip was a little too tight for comfort but I didn't care. In person this guy is refined and kindhearted, but then during sex he turns so animalistic. I'd never experienced anything like it before, but I could feel myself getting very addicted. He began kissing and sucking on the sensitive parts of my neck while I enjoyed the tickling scrape of his facial stubble and harsh fucking. I let my eyes drift shut and breathed in his sexy cologne. Then he brought his face back to mine. "Look at me." He breathed. I opened my eyes and we stared into each others as we panted in each others faces. He looked like he was studying me. "Say my name." He breathed out almost desperately. "Todd." I moaned meaningfully. That seem to have lit some sort of fire in him because he sped up his pace even more. I could feel my pussy start to tingle and quiver as I began to cum. The greater my need got to cry out, the quieter I became as I did my best to hush all my moans, but when my pussy clamped around his dick and my climax roared through me, so did a high pitch scream. He quickly kissed me hard to muffle it and let my wrists go, returning us to our previous position. When he started grunting uncontrollably and thrusting in me so hard that it hurt, I could tell that he was cumming in me. I knew he wasn't wearing a condom but I didn't even care about the consequences. No guy had ever came in me before, so when I felt that searing hot seed of his shoot deep inside me, it felt so fucking good I just didn't have any strength to deny such a new and incredible sensation. Not to mention my mind was in such a lustfilled haze I was thinking clearly. So I milked him for all he was worth! To be continued...