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Gillian Newark's School Tales Ch. 01

By: SylviaG



This story runs parallel to Carol's School Tales, and it is about the teacher Miss Newark. You don't really need to read the first story, those of you who have might recognise situations that overlap from one story to the other. One small change I've made to Gillian is her age. 

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I never really noticed him at first. He was just one of pupils, more interested in sports than anything else. Pete was a good swimmer, and the games tutor had high hopes of him making something of himself in the pool. Pete was 18 years old, 5'11" tall and had a fit body; I mean fit as in physically fit. I don't know why I became attracted to him it just sort of happened. What he saw in me I didn't know either. I'm average, average looks, average body, and a 29 year old average teacher. 

I tend to distance myself from the kids I teach. I show them this hard image at school. I have to be bossy to stop them running all over me. In my private life I'm the exact opposite. My friends find it amusing that I am like two different people. A lot of the kids think I'm like an old maid. Old at 29! I've got auburn hair that I keep in a loose perm, and I have A to B-cup breasts on a slim figure, and I'm 5' 4" tall. 

I dress in long flowing skirts with baggy tops almost a hippy style if you like, and flat comfortable shoes for standing around all day. Most people seem to think I'm in my late thirties because of how I dress. I don't suppose the glasses help much; I don't really need them but it sort of goes with the image. So what Pete saw in me I quite honestly don't know? 

I concentrated on getting myself a teaching job in my early years, and looking after my disabled mother. I did have sex a few times but it was rare. I have only had 3 recent lovers all disasters. The first I dumped 3 years ago after he started getting rough with me. The second was a real charmer. So charming I ended up giving him my life savings to invest in this plan, which he said would double my money in 2 years. Yep gullible that's me, handing over £4500 that I would never see again. Nor the bastard who ran off with it! 

The third, well he was married and I didn't know, not until I had some woman banging on my door at midnight, screaming at me to leave her husband alone. 

That was my love life in a nutshell. I used to go out with my friends but I was never into picking up men just for sex, especially after what had happened. So here I am without a boyfriend or a fuck for 18 months. 

So to Pete and how it all began, he was down in the swimming pool after school practicing for the area finals of the school competition. I watched Mr Bird answer his mobile phone. He seemed to be looking round some what agitated. I rushed down to the pool.

"Ah Gillian I've got a crisis at home could you watch Pete. I, I have to go."

I nodded. Thinking to myself you fucking bastard, he was the married man who I had had sex with. He had only moved to the school just over 18 months ago, and I didn't know he was married. Not until his wife banged on my door. He wanted to carry on seeing me, even last week he asked if he could take me to dinner. He didn't understand why I slapped his face. Asshole!

I watched Pete doing his lengths of the pool. I didn't know much about swimming, but he seemed to do it effortlessly with long easy strokes. I waited there for a few minutes really wanting to get home. He stopped and came over to the side.

"Where's Bird Miss?"

"Mr Bird to you, he has had to go home."

I watched Pete pull himself out of the pool. 

"Ouch fuck!" he screeched.

I saw blood pouring from his thigh. 

"Where's your towel?" 

"In the locker room Miss," he replied, and then grimaced.

I looked around for something to stop the bleeding; it was gushing down his leg and really looked like quite a lot. He hauled himself onto the side.

"God there's nothing here," I said in panic.

I felt the buttons on my blouse.

"Go on Miss I dare you to take it off," he said clutching his thigh.

OK this is me remember, little Miss Timid. But at school I had a reputation as a bit of a bitch. I couldn't let him see my soft side, so I just ripped off my blouse and pressed it to his wound.

"Hold it there I've got to get to a phone."

When I ran back outside Pete was sat back against a wall. I knelt down and put pressure on his leg. I couldn't believe the amount of blood he had lost. I was panting too, with having to run across the school. My breasts in the little white bra heaved up and down. 

"The ambulance is on its way. Oh god you are going to need stitches."

"Miss your nipple is sticking out Miss."

I pulled my bra covering my nipple feeling my face going red at the same time.

Pete's hand was on my shoulder as he grimaced due to the pain. 

"Don't worry Miss I won't tell anyone I saw your tits."

"That's enough," I said, trying to tell him off.

I sat there holding his leg in my blood soaked blouse. My mind wandered to what he had said and what he had seen. I then became aware of a slight bulge in his swimming trunks. I glanced at him; his eyes were shut tight because of the pain. I let myself take another glance at his trunks. Quickly I stopped my mind from having such thoughts about one of my pupils. Even if he was 18 it still wasn't right. 

"God where is that bloody ambulance?" I snapped in frustration.

"God you swear too then Miss?" he said, and then grunted with pain again.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

I saw his eyes start to drop like he was relaxing. 

"Don't you dare go to sleep, Pete, Pete?"

I knew I couldn't let him fall asleep. I looked at the trail of blood on the path trying to work out how much he had lost.

"Am I going to die Miss?"

"Nobody dies on me at school."

"They might fall asleep though when, when you're teaching though Miss," he mumbled and then chuckled.

The sound of the ambulance in the distance made me feel a little relieved.

"I hope you don't dare fall asleep in my lessons?"

He chuckled again and then coughed.

"Fuck it hurts Miss," he said with a gulp.

He lent against me. His damp head went on my chest. I began tentatively stroking his hair. I could feel his sharp panting breath on the swell of my left breast. Something that I hadn't felt for ages began to stir within me. Quickly I pushed his head up.

"Don't fall asleep."

I heard running footsteps and two ambulance men took over. I gave them the details as best I could remember. 

"Can you get my stuff Miss?" he grunted

"Yes, I'll take it to the hospital."

I ran to the locker rooms and found his things. I slipped his grey jumper on and as I did I caught sight of my breasts in the mirror. I could clearly see the darkness of my nipples through my white bra. I shuddered as I knew Pete would have already seen a naked breast, and the two ambulance men had seen them through my bra. I pulled the jumper down covering my breasts, Pete's jumper. 

I waited at the hospital until his parents arrived. I left when I was told he had several pints of blood and was now stable.

When I got home I went to have a bath, I noticed a blood stained hand print out of the corner of my eye. Pete's hand print on my bare waist! Again I denied myself the sexual feeling that was trying to get out. I washed off the blood and put Pete's jumper in the washing machine. Again I had a strange sexual feeling. Would he want to wear his jumper now that I had worn it? Would he think of my breasts being in that same jumper?

"You stupid fool," I said out loud. 

I looked in the mirror, telling myself he would tell his mates he had seen 'The Ice Queen's' tits. That was the nickname one of the teachers told me the kid's used for me. While I didn't like it, I suppose it would help my image as tough but fair teacher. 

Still they would get quite a shock if they could see me now. Naked on my bed cuddling Pete's jumper to my breasts as I fingered myself! I began thinking of him, the way he clung to me I mean. I had never felt someone cling like that before, not since my invalid mother did just before she died 4 years ago.

I suppose the way Pete clung to me brought out a sort of maternal instinct in me. So why then was I fingering myself? I stopped again telling myself how stupid I was acting. He would probably die of shock if he knew what I was doing. I could just hear him laughing now and calling me a dirty old woman. That makes a change from dirty old man I suppose. But he had seen my nipple, quite by accident but he had seen it all the same. I looked down at that very same nipple that stood erect now. Did he like it? How did it compare with the young girls nipples? And why the fuck couldn't I just act as I should and stop these silly thoughts?

I sat in the corridor of the hospital the next evening. I had Pete's jumper on my lap and a bunch of grapes in my bag.

"Hi Miss Newark right, I'm Pete's mum he told me you saved his life."

"Oh that's a little dramatic," I said blushing.

"Alvin this is Miss Newark, Pete's teacher."

I started blushing even more now. He couldn't stop thanking me, neither of them could.

"Hello Miss."

"Hello Annabelle isn't it?"

She nodded chewing a mouthful of gum. She was Pete's younger sister and she would be in my class next year.

"You can go and see him if you want? He's a little dosed up though," his father said.

They all trooped off with Annabelle moaning about missing some program to visit her brother.

"Oh here it's Pete's jumper," I was talking to myself by the time I had finished.

"Hello Miss."

"Hello Pete how are you feeling?" I asked, as I closed the door to his room.

"Sore, I've got to stay here for a few days. Here have a look at my bandages."

I was still protesting as he flung back the sheet.

"I guess I'll miss the area final now."

My eyes were drawn to his leg, or rather the slight gap in his shorts. I tried to look away but I was glued to the tip of his cock. I didn't really hear much of what he was saying. He obviously didn't know I could see up his shorts.

"Can you get me a drink please Miss?"

I managed to tear my eyes away from his shorts, and I told myself to stop thinking such thoughts.

"I've bought you some grapes, and here's your jumper too."

"Thanks Miss," he said, and then winced a little.

"Sorry about your blouse Miss."

"That's OK it was quite old anyway. I had to throw out my canvas shoes too," I said with a chuckle.

He smiled back at me, "that's a shame I liked you in that blouse Miss."

I didn't know where to look. Did he really say that? 

"Your mum will have to go now Pete."

My eyes shot to the nurse as Pete began to chuckle.

"Young lady I'm his teacher not his mother," I snapped.

I could see her face going red. She mumbled an apology and then left.

"Very good Miss, but I think you spoilt my chances with her now," he said with another chuckle.

"Oh you like her then?" I mumbled.

"Yeah she's OK, but she's a little younger than I like," he said, sipping his orange juice.

I fumbled with his jumper that I still had on my lap.

"She only looks about 20," I mumbled again.

"22 Miss, but she sort of is a little too immature for me."

I swallowed hard and my palms were sweaty. I pushed my glasses back up to the bridge of my nose. I wondered if he could see my heart thumping against my chest. 

"I, I'd better go."

"Miss will you come back tomorrow Miss? After school I mean."

I didn't know what to say. I mean what do you say to a question like that? It was innocent it had to be. Quickly I ran through my list of prepared excuses that I used to get out of going to the nightclub with my friends. They all sounded so pathetic.

"Well I could drop by, on my way home," I added quickly.

His blue eyes smiled at me. 

I was all for jumping onto a railway track when I left the hospital, after my thoughts had gone back to his cock. Not only that I still had his jumped hanging over my folded arms!

This wasn't how Gillian Newark the school teacher behaved. I was 'The Ice Queen'; I should have just stuck my head round the door, and asked if he was alright. Now look at me peeping up his shorts! I turned to back to the hospital to leave his jumper at the front desk. No they wouldn't want me bothering them with that. I'd take it back tomorrow.

Again that night I lay in bed trying to read things into what he said about the nurse being immature. If he could see me now he would see who was immature. I was the one cuddling his jumper to my naked breasts again!

He was sat in a wheelchair the next evening. He smiled at me as I walked in, his face lit up! I felt flustered just because he looked pleased to see me. 

"Can you push me out into the grounds Miss?" 

Again I couldn't think of a reason not to, "has your mother been is she coming in?"

"She came in lunchtime, and dad has darts tonight so I said they needn't bother."

We sat by the fountain and talked about school. We shared the new bag of grapes that I had bought. He seemed to be watching me eat them. He started laughing at something I was doing.

"What?" I asked.

"Every time you put a grape in your mouth you push your glasses back up, 15 times on the trot."

I smiled feeling a little silly, "stop it."

I began to giggle, until I felt him gently pull my glasses off. I didn't know where to look. He shouldn't do that; he shouldn't touch me like that.

"You don't need glasses do you Miss?" 

I couldn't tell him they were just to make me look more like a teacher.

"Only when my eyes get tired sometimes," I mumbled in a faint voice.

I smiled a little nervous smile at him. Did he realise 'The Ice Queen' was a woman? 

"It's getting cold I, I ought to go."

"Miss thanks for coming to see me. I know it's your own time, but I'm glad you came in."

I grinned nervously at his blue eyes. I wheeled him back to his room. 

"Will you help me into bed Miss? I can't lift my leg with this bandage on it."

It was a simple request and I should have just got on and done it. Again the excuse book in my head was closed shut. I felt awkward as I lifted his leg. I watched for signs on his face that I wasn't doing it right, or I was hurting him. He seemed to grin at my worried expression. By the time he was in bed I felt pleased with myself, just for helping him. I pulled the sheet up over his body and smoothed it down. I tucked it in just like I used to do with my mother. 

"Thanks mum," he said, in a joking tone.

I smiled still stretched over the bed. Our eyes just locked onto each others. In any other circumstances this was the first kiss moment. You see it in the movies, or read it in romance novels, the slight pause before two people move together for the first time. I even glanced at his lips only briefly but it was a glance all the same. 

"I'd better go," I mumbled, as I made myself move away. 

"Miss, are you still cold?"

What did that mean? Am I still The Ice Queen? Or was I feeling the cool air on my skin? I looked back from the door, not really knowing what expression I would find on his face. My reflexes took over and I caught the jumper he threw to me. 

"You can give it back to me when you come in next Miss."

I should have told him I wasn't coming back, and that I would see him at school. I didn't I just gave him a little nod and another insecure smile. 

On my way home in the car I felt flushed. I couldn't believe my hands were trembling on the steering wheel. I pulled over into a quiet lay-by, just to tell myself off at first. But there was his jumper, which I had put over my thin skirt to keep my legs warm. My fingers played over it. In my head I was saying no but my hands had other ideas. I slipped the jumper up my skirt feeling it on my bare legs. I pushed it up and down my thighs, in a slow rubbing motion. I closed my legs around it trapping the jumper. I could feel an orgasm build as I began pressing harder to my pussy! My mouth hung open as I began to pant. I could feel the soft fibres of wool tickling my thighs; I was driven over the edge by this feeling alone. But it was Pete's jumper, one of my pupils that I was developing a silly crush on. 

"Oh!" I moaned softly, as I flooded my panties.

I took several deep breaths to calm myself down. But I still drove home slowly with Pete's jumper between my legs!

I didn't go to see him the next day. Oh I wanted to but I made myself stay away. But the following day my excuse was to give him his jumper back, washed again of course. 

No grapes this time, just a little polite conversation for 10 minutes, and then I would be on my way. I would act more like The Ice Queen school teacher. Not completely, but enough to let him know whatever relationship he thought we had, was just in his imagination. Of course I didn't expect his parents to be there. Again my excuse book was closed; I had now agreed to go to dinner with them on Sunday afternoon! I tried to tell them I was only doing my job when I helped him. But he and they had me painted as some wonderful saint! Pete and I shared a smile almost like a lovers smile. I quickly averted my eyes before anyone else noticed. But I could still see the smile he was giving me, out of the corner of my eye. I felt at odds with my own emotion state. I quickly reprimanded myself once again, but I felt a warm glow inside. I thanked his mother for the invitation before I left them with Pete. 

It was just Sunday lunch I told myself, Sunday lunch with the boy that was constantly in my thoughts, the same 18 year old boy, who I fantasised about as I played with myself until I climaxed. God if his mother knew that I'd be run out of town!

Sunday lunch was good. Pete seemed more interested in watching the football afterwards. I talked with his parents about school, and the changes that the government needed to make. I seemed to be getting on well with them, even Annabelle was impressed with some of the things I was saying.

"Right we're off to take the dog to the woods. You can stay with Pete for awhile; you don't have to go just yet."

Two minutes later the house was silent, apart from the football on the telly. 

"They'll be gone for a few hours. Oh here I bought you something in town. I asked Annabelle to get them."

Pete handed me a box. I should have told him I couldn't accept it. But I couldn't remember the last gift I had been given. I opened the box and pulled out a black court shoe with a 3 inch heel!

"Pete I can't, you can't give me these," I gasped in shock.

"I know you normally wear flat shoes to school, but I wanted to give you something nice to wear, to like replace the ones you threw away."

I shook my head. These were sexy shoes, shoes that men admired, shoes that my friends wore when they went clubbing, but not me, not Miss Plain and boring. 

"Please try them on," he mumbled.

I did, feeling quite nervous at the same time. I felt myself rise up the 3 inches. That's when I realised my hand was on his shoulder. I had reached out almost instinctively, just to keep my balance. But now I couldn't take my hand off him. Not only that my hip was lightly touching his. He wasn't moving away he just stood there. Then it happened as I stood frozen to the spot, his lips kissed my neck with such a delicate touch, I wondered if it had really happened. 

Before I could do or say anything he moved away. My hand was suspended in mid air. Slowly I put it down by my side. I could still feel where he had kissed me, just a kiss not sexual, but at the same time it was!

"Sorry Miss," he said softly.

I could tell by the tone he used that he was frightened of what I sat or do. I just slipped the shoes off and put them back in the box. 

"You will take them Miss won't you?"

His voice sounded full of dread. I knew I shouldn't take them but I held onto the box like a mother would hold a baby. I hadn't looked at him and I didn't want to. He would see the tear that was rolling over my cheek. I just walked to the door.


Gillian Newark's School Tales Ch. 01



"I'll see you at school," I said.

"You're not cross are you Miss?" he said, like he was almost too afraid to ask.

I cleared my throat, "No just forget everything that would be best, wouldn't it?"

I waited at the front door. I wasn't going to leave until he answered me.

"Yes that would be best Miss," he mumbled in agreement.

I nodded with my back to him, an assertive nod.

I walked slowly up the road gradually getting quicker, as if I was shaking off all my previous thoughts of Pete. I made up my mind that when Pete got back to school he would just be a face in the crowd. It had to be that way for all concerned. 

I wouldn't wear contact lenses, my favourite perfume, and have my hair done, like I did before I went to Sunday lunch. Not until I found a man that I could walk down the street with, knowing people wouldn't look twice and wonder why I was dating a schoolboy. 

That night I took at last look at my neck, yet again, just where Pete had kissed me, and the tears started to flow. 

I watched the pupils file in for my next class. There he was at the back with a walking stick. I had rehearsed this scene for the last two weeks. I would give him the faintest of smiles. A welcome back to school smile, just so he knew that things between us were how they should be. He looked up at me and I smiled. Too big a smile! 'Damn it Gillian not like that you idiot' I told myself.

"Hi Miss," he mumbled as he went past me. 

"How are you Peter?"

"Fine Miss," he mumbled.

That was it! Just those two words, and then he shuffled to his seat on his walking stick.

The lesson went well but I was daydreaming again. I couldn't look at him in case he could read my thoughts. Again I had to tell myself to just get on with my job. But was he looking at me? Did he still remember the day he made a pass at his teacher?

This was the final lesson of the day. As soon as the bell went all the kids left. Because Pete had his stick it took him awhile to get to the door. It was just him and me now. I could feel myself swallowing hard and my throat felt very dry. We were alone again for the first time since that Sunday. I wanted to talk to him but I knew it was wrong. His blonde hair was now at the door. I wanted to call him back. I didn't.

My next class with him was two days later. It was the first session after lunch. Again he was the last to leave.

"Here Miss this is for you," he mumbled.

I looked at the apple he placed on the desk. I couldn't look him in the eye. Was this it was he starting again?

"I've got to Miss, it's a dare. If I don't give you the apple I'll lose and have to do something worse."

I looked up at him. I felt angry with him.

"Have you told anyone?" I asked in hushed tones.

"No Miss I wouldn't do that."

"I know about your stupid dare games with Jim and Steven," I spat.

"Six of us play it now Miss 2 of the girls as well."

"I'm not being a part of it do you hear me?" I growled.

"Sorry Miss," he said sounding shocked.

I had upset him now and I didn't want that. The Ice Queen was in full stride, and in control. But I withered slightly.

"Anyway that is a cooking apple, which came off the tree that overhangs the school. One apple won't make a pie you know?"

Now I looked at his face. He seemed a little more relaxed. I was telling him off but perhaps because of the way my voice quaked he didn't see it that way.

"Are you daring me to nick some more Miss, enough to make a pie?"

"God no, I'm just stating a fact," I said, as my voice became even more flustered.

The strange feeling was back in my stomach again. Why couldn't I just keep quiet?

"Miss if you dare me to nick more apples then I get to dare you something too."

I put my hands under the desk, so he couldn't see me fumbling with my fingers. I should have told him to go. But I couldn't just brush him aside like that.

"Is that how your game works?" I asked softly, almost ashamed too.

"You have to dare me Miss, twice. I can refuse the first time and you don't win, but if I ask you to confirm the dare I have to do it. If I don't do it then I lose a life, but if I do I can dare you to do something."

I was trembling why I didn't have a clue. But he was just waiting there for whatever words came out next. I couldn't look at him again.

"Go and nick enough apples for a, a pie."

"Can you confirm the dare Miss? I have asked you, to show you I'm willing to do it." 

I wanted to but I shouldn't. This was stupid I'm sure it would mean a lot more than nicking apples. I could barely breath something inside of me was asking what the hell I was doing. I didn't want to listen to that voice.

"Go and get more apples. I dare you?"

He walked towards the door. I still couldn't look at him, I just sat trembling.

"This game is just between you and me Miss."

As soon as he left I wanted to call him back. I wanted to tell him I was joking; I wanted to tell him I didn't want to play. But deep down I really did want to play.

My next class seemed a little amused with my stuttering, and uncertain behaviour. 



Gillian Newark's School Tales Ch. 02



"Calm down now!" I yelled.

It went quiet as they fumbled with their books. The Ice Queen had made her point.

By the end of the day I had got back into the swing of teaching. It was only when I stood looking at the box of apples on my car bonnet my heart jumped. I picked up the note and read Pete's dare for me. Tomorrow after school he was coming to my house for a piece of apple pie! I had the choice to ask him to confirm the dare or tell him no.

The next day at school I was nervous. I was going to tell him 'no' honestly I was. He hung back behind as the rest of the class went to morning break.

"Well Miss, do you want me to confirm the dare?"

My mouth opened and I began talking in some lost forgotten dialect. Well that was how it sounded. I just looked at his blue eyes. I was being drawn into them and I had no will to fight. I clasped my hands behind my back. This was me admitting to wanting more than apple pie, but did he sense that? I had visions of him kissing my neck like he did that day. It would take me years to count the goose bumps that had sprouted on my neck!

Finally I shook my head. That was when I saw a hint of disappointment on his face. 

"Do you want to back out of the game Miss? Or do you want to lose one of your 3 lives?"

I put my fingers to my temples. This was so stupid I wasn't going to let a school pupil dictate to me!

"You have until this time tomorrow or you lose a life Miss."

OK this was so stupid and silly. But then again the way I had acted since Pete cut his leg open, was hardly the way a school teacher would act. My thoughts were constantly about him. So much so that when I saw him later that day talking to Della I felt jealous! Della was pretty maybe a little over weight but not by much. But I couldn't compete with her could I? So why did I tell her to hurry back to class?

"Confirm the dare?" I heard myself ask.

"I dare you to let me come to your house for some apple pie?"

That was it, he just walked away leaving me feeling stupid. 

I made the apple pie. I knew he wouldn't come I hadn't given him my address! Still I had the man coming to fix the boiler; maybe he would like some homemade pie? 

I opened the door and there he stood, Pete I mean. He just walked in giving me a smile. Before I could think of anything I had shut the door.

Now I was shocked as I'm sure you can imagine, but I thought what the hell! He could have some pie and then leave. I followed him into the kitchen and he sat at the table.

"So where's my pie Miss?"

I just smiled at his cheeky grin. 

"It is in the oven, it'll take awhile yet," I answered.

The doorbell went again.

"That'll be the boiler man you'll have to go, quick!" I snapped in shock.

"Why Miss we aren't doing anything wrong?"

"That's not the point," I moaned in disbelief.

"We can do a blind dare. Do you want me to do a blind dare?"

I looked at the front door from the kitchen. 

"You get 3 dares on the bounce if you do a blind dare Miss."

"Just coming," I shouted, as the bell went for a second time.

"All you have to do is follow my lead."

"Pete this is silly, I, I, oh OK."

I answered the door and let him in. My mind was in turmoil as I showed the man where the boiler was.

"How long will the pie be mum?"

My mouth dropped open, I couldn't answer to that! I was right on the spot now the boiler man was looking into the cupboard, and behind him was me and sat a few feet away was my son!

"How long will the pie take mum?"

I quickly checked the boiler man wasn't looking and then glared at Pete, "not long dear."

I could only just hide the anger in my voice. 

"You'll have to move your things out love, so I can get a better look."

I smiled at him and then realised I hadn't moved my underwear from the cupboard. I could feel my face going red as I plucked panties, tights, and bras off the rail.

"Here mum I'll take those you sort my pie out."

I just stared into Pete's face as he reached out and left me holding thin air. I held my breath in shock as he now held my underwear in his arms! All my personal items were now in his hands, things that he shouldn't see, things that he should just guess at. But now he was stood holding them! It felt like he had now touched the parts of me that my underwear had touched. 

"Thank you Peter," I mumbled in a strangled voice.

Maybe I was overreacting to it, but watching him disappear up the stairs with my panties, tights, and bras had my head spinning. Shit he was going upstairs!

I smiled at the boiler man, and as soon as his head went back into the cupboard I ran on my little bare feet to the hall. Pete was stood in my room still with my bundle of clothing in his arms.

"Just put my things on the bed please?" I asked quietly.

"Why are you so upset I thought it went well?"

His grinning face dropped, as he came to terms with the slap I had landed on his cheek. Slowly he looked down at my underwear that he was holding. Then it seemed to dawn on him.

"Christ I'm sorry Miss. I did it without thinking. I don't usually worry about it when I get the washing in at home."

So had I overreacted? 

"Sorry Miss but I could see how embarrassed you were about him seeing your knickers; I only did it to help."

He looked so genuine I felt ashamed of myself for slapping him. 

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have hit you, you won't tell anyone, will you Pete?"

He took off my glasses and I felt him wipe a tear away from my eye. I felt so frightened at that moment, and so vulnerable, if he told anyone I had slapped his face I would lose my job. Also I wouldn't be able to see him again, and that meant more to me now than my stupid job. Like it or not I was falling in love with him. Silly or sick call it what you want, but hurting him was far worse than anything else I could imagine. Whether he could see it in my eyes as I looked up to him I wasn't sure. But his hands went round my quaking shoulders and he pulled me into a hug.

I just stood there sobbing quietly into his shirt. Then I felt his lips kiss the top of my head. Slowly I looked up to him, my quivering lips moved upwards to his. I could see he was parting his mouth slightly. He was going to respond.

"I've started the boiler lady!" 

I pushed away from Pete. Was I thankful he had shouted up the stairs? No not really but it stopped me from making a big mistake didn't it? 

I rushed out onto the landing hoping he wouldn't notice my red face.

"Leave the bill please," I said, trying to keep calm.

I went into the kitchen to check the pie. When I turned round Pete was sat at the table. I brushed my hair behind my ears and cut him a slice. I could see his eyes watching me. I felt nervous and just hoped he would say nothing. I put the pie down in front of him and smoothed my sweaty hands down over my skirt. I waited for him to respond hoping he liked it.

"Very good Miss," he said with a grin.

I breathed a sigh of relief and let myself smile, although it was a little nervous. I put a glass of orange down for him. Did apple pie and orange juice go together? 

"I'd better go Miss."

I felt my heart sink a little. I wanted him to stay despite what had happened. 

"Would you like to take some home, I mean I'm not going to eat all of that?"

I felt foolish even asking him. What would he tell his mother? I remembered that I was his teacher; I wasn't anything more even though deep in my heart I wanted to be.

The house felt empty when he went. Just the ticking of my mothers old clock reminded me of how desperately lonely I was. I went into my bedroom and looked at the pile of underwear on my bed, underwear that he had held, and not particularly sexy at that. Underwear that would probably amuse him more than turn him on, underwear that was functional if underwear can be? I started putting it in my drawers, next to the nightdresses that were designed to keep me warm at night. Nothing that I could slip into that anyone would find sexy. I didn't dress like someone in her 20s nor her 30s or 40s, if someone opened this drawer they would probably guess I was 50!

Saturday night I went out with Diane and a few of the girls. Yes I did go out but I was always the first to go home. 4 glasses of cheap wine and that was my limit. I knew they laughed at me a little, still I wouldn't end up with a hangover, or a man come to that!

Sunday I went to the park that backed onto my house. I sat reading a book under my favourite tree. Yes a romance novel, it was the closest I'd get to a relationship that didn't put me off men, or leave me feeling embarrassed.

"Hi Miss."

There he was looking down at me. I ran my fingers through my hair in some stupid hope I didn't look a fright.

"Hello Pete, what are you doing here?"

I didn't want to sound anxious but I knew I did. He sat down beside me and took a sip of my orange.

"I was out for a walk and I thought I'd come and see you. I remembered you told the class about this tree. You said everyone needed a special place to think and unwind."

I watched him pull his shirt off. There was that perfect chest again. With a strange formation of four moles, almost the same size and distance apart, in a sort of diamond shape. Before I knew it he had taken my book from me. 

"A friend lent it to me, it's not really my sort of thing," I mumbled, trying to make excuses that just seemed to bury me in more embarrassment.

There we were looking into each other eyes again. He moved forward quickly, and then he stopped. I knew he was waiting for me to protest. I didn't I just sat there and felt my stomach turn up side down. My bottom lip had that uncontrollable quiver again. I just looked even deeper into his eyes. Then down to his cute nose, yes he had a cute nose, he had a cute everything. 

I closed my eyes and whimpered. I was submitting to him, I was letting go. I just hoped he wasn't going to start laughing, or call all his mates out from hiding to mock me.

I whimpered again as his lips brushed mine. My hand was raised as a worthless token gesture that he shouldn't touch me. Every single inch of my body became a trembling, goose bump filled pile of mush! My hand slowly went onto his shoulder. I was frightened of touching him in case I made him jump and recoil. Then I heard him groan, a satisfied groan like he was enjoying kissing me! 

I didn't want this kiss to end; it was slow and unhurried like the kiss in the stupid book I had been reading. I felt his tongue lightly brush my lips. I opened my mouth a little hoping this was what he wanted. I had kept my eyes closed all the time. Some say it is a sign of true love; I was just so scared I didn't want him to see my eyes. His hand was cradling my neck, just lightly pressing my soft auburn curls to my head. Every sense that I had was working overtime so as not to miss a single thing.

When he started to pull away I whimpered again. I wanted the kiss to last longer than life itself!

I opened my eyes as our lips parted. A tear was wiped away from an eye, his tear his eye! It only brought tears to my eyes seeing him react like this to me!

"Oh Pete, we are going to be in so much trouble," I whispered softly.

He lay down next to me and we looked up at the clouds. We didn't speak we just held hands under his tee shirt, just in case someone passed by. Nobody did for the next hour. Tears were falling from my eyes as he spoke softly about how much he wanted to kiss me, I should have tried to shut him up I know. But he was telling me everything I wanted to hear. 

He sat up and looked a little distant. This was his confession about how much he fancied me. Now perhaps he was waiting for the rejection. 

"I ought to go Miss," he mumbled, with a voice full of sorrow.

I sat up next to him.

"Not yet, please not yet," I said, in a gushing desperate tone.

He twisted round and stared at me. He was moving back towards me. I could see a lust filled look in his eye. I let him kiss me again. We fell back to the grass. This time his kiss was full of passion, and I welcomed it. I clung to his back never wanting to let go. His tongue this time was just as forceful as his hand that caressed my thigh. My fingers crawled through his short blonde hair. I had to pull his head away to take a gasping breath. Then I pulled him back to me. My tongue began to commit itself more and more. We now shared the passion equally, but maybe I was a little more desperate than Pete.

He walked me back the 500 yards or so to my garden gate. We walked hand in hand, very slowly, I wished I lived miles away just to make it last. My head was bent onto his shoulder. I felt like his girl, it felt so wonderful yet so dangerous. I didn't care at that time if anyone saw us, and I think Pete felt the same; well he didn't push my head away. 

"I'll see you at school tomorrow Miss?"

I smiled but felt so guilty. I was lost to him now; I couldn't refuse him even if my life depended on it. 

"Of course you will," I replied, in another breathless whimper. 

I could see he wanted to kiss me again, but being in my own garden I realised we had better not. I couldn't risk anyone seeing me from the adjoining houses. He smiled realising what I was thinking. He pushed his shirt into my hands and took my cardigan off my shoulders. I gave a nervous chuckle as he walked away smiling and still looking back at me. I made my way slowly up the path; I suppose I had one of those stupid grins on my face.

I heard the whistling Mr Drake cycling up the side of his house. He owned the house next door to me, and he was coming from the road at the front of the houses.

"Oh hello Gillian," he said, with his usual smile.

"Hi," 

"Hey you look happy have you had a good day?"

I nodded feeling my curls bounce, "very good Mr Drake."

"Well I don't want to burst your bubble, but it's back to work tomorrow."

"Works not that bad at the moment," I said with a dreamy smile. 

I didn't have Pete for any lessons on Monday, but I was looking out for him. I didn't really care about what was right or wrong anymore. Pete had me in the palm of his hand. I spent nearly an hour getting ready for school that morning. What would he like me to wear? Should I put on a little more makeup? Perhaps I should change my hair style a little?

In the end and with a bed full of discarded clothes, I wore what I normally would. I wasn't a love struck teenager; I was a love struck school teacher!

"Hi Miss," I heard his voice call from behind me.

I smiled, still staring out of the window from the second floor down to the playground. My heart and stomach jumped up and down with joy; if I wasn't careful one would hit the other. I tried to act cool, so I just carried on staring out of the window. I could feel him approaching me. Then his hand gently slipped into mine holding it lightly, ever so lightly.

"What are you doing Miss?" he purred softly.

We still hadn't faced each other yet.

"I'm looking for someone special," I replied, allowing myself a grin at the way I was teasing him.

"Oh how special Miss?"

"Very special, but I can't seem to see him. Do you think he thinks I'm special?"

"I'm sure anyone that thought you were special, would be holding your hand right now Miss," he whispered close to my ear.

I squeezed his hand, feeling an overwhelming sense of being wanted.

"Then perhaps I'm looking in the wrong place?" 

I turned round wanting so desperately to kiss him. Even though it was lunchtime it was too risky. But it just heightened my longing for him all the more!

His eyes were glazed with lust just like mine felt. I reluctantly let go of his hand on hearing chattering voices up the corridor. Why couldn't we be the only two people in the world? Why did we have to hide like this?

"I dare you to let me come to your house Thursday night Miss, and let me stay the night?"

I could see by the look on his face, he thought he was taking one hell of a risk coming out with this. 

"It's my turn not yours, you said I had 3 dares the other day," I replied.

I watched his face drop a little.

"I dare you to come to my house Thursday and stay the night?" I mumbled.

His smile returned.

"Confirm the dare please Miss?"

"I dare you to come to my house and stay the night, with me?" I added.

He nodded, "Of course I will have to think about it, it is a very serious dare."

He was teasing me now, but I'm sure the look in his eye said he would be there.

"Pete what about your parents, what will you tell them?"

"They think I'm staying at Steve's that would be if I were to come to your house Miss."

"Pete what if they check up on you?"

"They won't Miss, they never check on me. You know now this is a big dare Miss, I'm going to have to think of something that will test you more."

God that cheeky grin had me feeling excited.

"But I still have two left?"

"Yes Miss," he replied.

"If you want to play games you shouldn't show your hand," I said with a grin.

He smiled back and then quickly shot forward and pecked my cheek.

The following day I could hardily keep my eyes off of him. It's hard to play The Ice Queen, and at the same time give someone a little grin, hoping that I kept it from everyone else.

I checked the homework that I had given the class the next day. I slipped a piece of paper into Pete's book. He excused himself.

"Where's he going Miss?"

"To see the headmaster Sabrina, why would you like to go too?" 

I was in full stride now, and that little bitch was too nosey for her own good. 

"Cow," I heard her mumble. 

I just glared at her, "Stand up and face the wall Sabrina."

I knew she wanted to defy me, one day she would but not just yet, I still had enough to make her worry. She did it after a few seconds thought. I could tell by her body language she hated me for making her stand there. She shuffled about from one leg to the other. 

"What noise does a cow make Sabrina?" 

She knew she would have to stand there for another 15 minutes if she didn't answer.

"They moo," she spat.

A few of the class chuckled.

"Very good, now sit down Sabrina."

I ignored the way she kicked her chair back, and then dropped herself onto it with her arms crossed.

I smiled at the apples in the box that I had dared Pete to nick again. I read his note 'one dare left now'.

I moved aside and let him in. I shut the door and when I turned round he grabbed me, it only took me a few seconds to respond to his kiss. I wanted him in my bed right now. But I had planned to make this a little romantic; I didn't just want him fucking me straight away. Perhaps I was being silly thinking like this but I couldn't help myself. 

"Can I watch the swimming Miss?" he asked as we broke away.

I looked at the flowers he had been hiding behind his back, "of course you can."

He teased me pulling the flowers away from me. Finally he smiled and I reached up and pecked his cheek. I had worried about cooking for him wanting everything to be just right. In the end I settled on a chicken salad, well I couldn't mess that up could I? 

I washed up after dinner, leaving him to eat his apple pie. I was watching my weight thinking now I had a reason too. Pete was watching the swimming by the time I had finished. I went into the lounge and sat nervously next to him on the couch. He put his arm round me and pulled me to him. Crazy, stupid, call it what you want? I was in fantasyland and nothing else mattered at that moment in time. I still felt a little awkward cuddling him, but he didn't seem to notice or care.

We watched the swimming and I just felt happy to be with him. 

"I love your freckles Miss."

He didn't turn away from the telly he just came out with it.

"Do you Pete?" I mumbled, tracing a finger over my nose and cheek.

"Miss, can we go to bed please Miss?"




Gillian Newark's School Tales Ch. 02



Again he just came out with it. I had watched him swallow as he asked, so I knew he was just as nervous as I was. I felt flustered again, tongue tied even. I knew I had gone further than I should have already, but Pete filled my head every minute of the day. I wanted him to reassure me. But I was the one who should be doing that, I was older than him. Yes I know I shouldn't have gotten myself into this, I was like a car running on empty and I needed refuelling, even if it was with an 18 year old boy!

"Are you really sure about this Pete? We'll, no I will get into so much trouble if anyone finds out."

"I'm 18, it's not illegal. I know you are a teacher but you are more than that to me now, I want this and so do you, don't you?"

I nodded as our eyes looked deep into each others. I gulped feeling the rollercoaster riding through my belly churning my stomach, and my emotions into mush.

I reached over and kissed him again, my eyes closed and maybe now it was because of love.

I was full of worry about him seeing me naked. How would my body compare to whoever else he had been with? It would be older for a start, but would he like it? I was slim and proud of my flat stomach. Maybe I had a little too many freckles on my back. And that nick on my knee where I had shaved my legs last night, would he notice or care? 

"Um, do you mind if I go up first?"

I felt silly and clumsy for asking him, especially as he gave me a little look that questioned me as to why. I suppose now he thought I had something terrible to hide from him. I did in away; I had a 5 inch vertical scar on my left side, where I had been pushed over 3 years ago. I had gashed my side on a wall, it was about ½ an inch wide and I could feel a slight ridge when I ran my fingers over it. That was the result of my brute of a boyfriend at the time. Would Pete find this blemish ugly? He had seen the 1 inch scar on the right side of my jaw, which was from a fist or rather the ring that was on the fist, just two weeks before the push. All because I wouldn't give him the last £20 out of my purse, so he could stay in the pub and get even more intoxicated. 

"Call me when you are ready?" he said, squeezing my hand at the same time.

I had sprayed a little perfume on my neck, but as soon as I did I worried about it, would he think I was covering something up? I had even brushed my teeth too. I wanted everything to be OK for him. The last thing I wanted was him thinking I had an old woman smell, not that I had but this was the kind of thing that worried me. 

I had fiddled with where I thought the quilt should be. Covering my breasts but not up to my neck felt best, after a few minutes of indecision. 

'Shit Gillian get a grip he'll be asleep soon you dithering fool' I told myself. I cleared my throat and tried to call him, yeah right! So what do I say? I'm ready? Come and fuck me? In the end I settled for Pete.

I heard him coming up the stairs. Quickly I remembered to remove my glasses. 

I got rather a shock when he entered the bedroom naked. I didn't know where to look, well I did but I didn't want to stare if you know what I mean?

He pulled back the bedcovers and got in next to me, in doing so he exposed my breasts. I had to resist the urge to yank the covers back up. I just wished I could stop my body from visibly trembling. 

His eyes roamed to my breasts, which just made me quake all the more! But at least he looked nervous too. So there I was reclining like some submissive star of a 30's film. 

"Oh god Miss you're sexy," he mumbled.

Did he really say that! Did he really mean me?

"Oh Pete kiss me?" my trembling voice asked.



Gillian Newark's School Tales Ch. 03



He lent over me slowly. I twitched slightly from his hand that rested on my hip. His eyes looked deep into mine. He looked serious and focused on what was about to happen, but he also seemed more than a little nervous. I moaned and whimpered as our lips met. We kissed softly and gently at first. He was holding back a little I think. I felt his hand slide up my side from my hip. I prayed he wouldn't jump if he found my scar. 

"Oh my god!" I panted in gasping breaths, as his hand cupped the under side of my breast.

He began kissing down my neck. I knew his trembling lips were heading to my breast. I just lay there quaking, waiting for his lips to find my nipple. My eyes were so glazed I could hardily make out the pattern on the lamp shade. Then my mouth opened and my eyes closed as his soft lips covered my nipple. He kissed it gently for awhile then my legs kicked as his tongue flicked over it. My friends the goose bumps were back in full force again. I just lay there feeling his head roll slowly as he tormented my nipple. I opened my eyes and watched his blonde hair; I let my hand brush through it. Cloud nine was a million miles beneath me, I had gone past that and I was now heading for the outer reaches of the sex universe. I tried my best not to pant, but his hand began to slowly snake down my belly. My body tensed a little in expectation.

"Can I touch you Miss?" he asked a little sheepishly.

"Of course," I mumbled nervously.

I felt his fingers move through my hair. I was so wet I hoped he wasn't turned off by it. I groaned and held my breath as his fingers found my pussy. I opened my legs a little further feeling his thigh against mine. His finger tips, (two I think) eased into me. It was now I gripped his head. I clung maybe a little too hard, but he didn't complain. I felt the bed lurch a little. He moved in between my thighs. 

"Would you do it Miss, would you put it in for me?"

I nearly asked what for some stupid reason. My hand went slowly between us and then I felt it. He seemed quite long, and thicker than the three cocks I had managed to attract over the last few years. I just wiped his cock over my fanny lips teasing myself with it until I shuddered. He jabbed forward a little excitedly.

"No not yet Pete, just let me get used to you," I mumbled.

Slowly I pushed him into my opening. I could feel my pussy pouting and twitching. 'No I hadn't forgotten about you, I was just waiting for the right guy,' I told her in my head.

I moved my hand away just savouring the feel of his hard dick opening my entrance. 

"Push Pete, but be careful," I whispered.

We both groaned as he moved into me. He didn't stop he just went all the way. To my surprise and delight he stretched me a little. My hands went up round his back now, what struck me was he was trembling just as much as me. He began to fuck me in long slow strokes. I managed to wipe a joyful tear from my eye before he looked at me. His eyes were open as was his mouth. We both broke into a smile at the same time. 

"I never want to stop doing this with you Miss, don't ever stop me Miss?"

I pulled his head to my neck.

"I won't my baby, but maybe you could call me Gillian?" I asked.

"Is it OK?"

"Of course Pete," I mumbled dreamily.

Pete grinned at me like he felt a little foolish, surely he could understand I was more than a school teacher now? He carried on slowly for awhile. I could feel his body quaking through his arms. I had dreaded what this moment might have been like. Would he just frantically fuck me for 2 minutes and shoot? What then? No this was controlled beyond my wildest dreams. This wasn't like the fucks that the brute gave me. Pinning me down by my shoulders or hair, and calling me a frigid ugly bitch. It also wasn't someone more interested in my purse than my pussy, someone who had quite a terrible odour problem that I tried to ignore. He even had the nerve to phone after he cleared off with my money, and he called me desperate, lonely, and lousy shag, as I cried down the phone. I'm sorry it doesn't help does it? But this was why I was so into Pete. Everything he did had me feeling happy. A long lost feeling began to ripple through me. We had only be fucking for a few minutes, but I was so happy and turned on it was happening already!

"Will you tell me if you climax Gillian?"

"Oh god Pete, I am coming," I groaned, gripping his strong young shoulders.

He began getting faster like my words had spurred him on. I just enjoyed every little tingle and tremor that my body had never had before. 

"Can I come now Miss? Only I can't hold on much longer. Sorry Miss," he panted.

"Of course you can," I whispered.

He shuddered and screwed his face up tight. I just watched as he seemed to put everything into it. He tried not to shout but he couldn't hold it in. His cock twitched and he seemed to jerk deep in me several times. He began to slow up but he still thrust deeper into me. Finally he collapsed on top of me.

"Was I OK Miss? Did you like it I mean?"

I just clung to him kissing his neck.

"You were wonderful Pete. Really wonderful," I purred into his ear.

"It was much better than I thought it would be. Did I do all the right things though Miss?"

"Yes you are a very caring lover," I said with a grin.

"You would tell me if there was something you didn't like though, wouldn't you Miss?"

"God Pete just because I'm a little older, I mean I like the same things as younger girls like, didn't you realise it?"

That's when I knew, that was when I pieced it all together. 

"Pete, am I your first?"

"No I've touched girls Miss, kissed and things."

"But you have never had intercourse have you Pete?" I asked a little shocked.

"You are laughing at me now aren't you Miss?"

"No Pete I'm not, OK it's a shock but, I would never laugh at you."

He looked scared almost as if he was expecting me to kick him out. I kissed him and cuddled him to me. Why was he so frightened of me now? I was the one who started off the night scared out of my mind, just in case I didn't measure up. Poor Pete had nothing to measure me against! I began feeling insecure again. What if he had sex with someone else and they laughed at him? I'm not saying if I knew he was a virgin I wouldn't have let this happen. But now I would have to show him he was fine. So would I have to be his teacher in a classroom, and his teacher in the bedroom?

He began moving around slowly pushing himself.

"Can we do it again please Miss? I'm getting hard again Miss."

"OK but this time I want you to fuck me, and for god sake call me Gillian."

He looked at me with a little grin.

"You made love to me just now Pete. You were kind and considerate. Now I want you to fuck me, I'll be OK I won't break."

"What sort of rougher?" 

He jabbed into me which had me wincing.

"Sorry Miss," he mumbled.

"No don't be, I've asked you to fuck me a little rougher, yes that would be nice. But you must remember never to take it for granted. You only fuck hard if you are asked. It can be exciting but only if the girl wants it."

"And you want it rough Miss?"

I nodded, "passion is probably a better word, yes Pete, fuck me with passion. Come on you know what you are doing now."

I know this probably goes against what I told you earlier about the brute. But he used fists. I just wanted hard sex, that isn't bad is it?

"I dare you to fuck me hard, like all this was for, was just getting you off?"

He started pushing and his cock started growing.

"Confirm the dare Miss?"

"Fuck me hard Pete, with passion, this is for you. I'll tell you if I don't like something then you must stop, agreed?"

"Fucking OK Miss!" he said with a smile.

Within a minute he was banging me like an express train. My poor bed had not known so much action! I was holding on for my life at some stage. Several times I had to tell him to go easy, and he did. He even lasted for ages and at this pace, something that I found mesmerising. 

"Harder Pete do me harder, I'm close!" I spat.

"Fuck Miss, my balls with catch fire soon!" he panted.

"Do you think I give a shit about that? No you fuck me come on harder!"

"Christ it's like I'm fucking the ice queen now!" he gasped.

"Sorry I didn't."

"No it's fucking sexy. I dare you to tease me, and bitch at me Miss?"

Oh fuck he wanted to role play now! 

"Go on then confirm it?" I grunted.

"I dare you to tease me Miss, to bitch at me about anything like a sexy ice queen would?"

I swallowed not really sure how far this should go.

"If you orgasm before I do, I'll, I'll tell everyone you're useless in bed. I'll even go and get laid by someone else. You don't want me to do that, do you Pete?"

I felt a finger slip over my clit. I knew this would have my writhing body hitting a climax in seconds. I clung to his back, as another wave of intense pleasure numbed the slight pain of my pussy getting a steaming!

"Oh Pete it's so wonderful!" I screamed.

"Oh god, you're a fucking sexy bitch!"

"Yeah I bet you didn't realise the ice queen was gagging for it?" I panted.

He shuddered and rammed deeper, as I continued screaming burying my mouth on his smooth chest. This was probably as good as it would get. I just seemed to be hanging on for the ride, but what a ride!

We lay looking up at the ceiling. Two people totally spent. I could feel my body gradually soak up the sweat again.

"Sorry I swore at you Miss, Gillian I mean," he mumbled, kissing the top of my head that lay on his chest.

An hour later I went downstairs to get us a couple of drinks.

"Can I have some more pie Gillian?" 

I smiled at the way he called me by my name, even so I liked the way he called me Miss, but we were lovers now, and he could call me anything he wanted.

He made love to me once more that night. Then he fucked me hard again. It was strange sharing my bed again with someone else. When I awoke several times in the night, I felt a warm glow as I watched Pete sleeping. I made him breakfast in bed the next morning, just cereal and toast. He wanted to fuck me again but I managed to convince him it was too late. He had to get home, change for school, and then walk there. I lay soaking in the bath my poor pussy had recovered but she felt sore every time I touched her. My orgasm would have to wait until tonight and now I had more than Pete's jumper to remember him with. We had kissed on the door step before he left. That was his dare from me. To give me a kiss lasting 5 seconds with the door open. A 5 second kiss that lasted nearer to a minute!

At school I was daydreaming again, several of my classes had to just sit and revise that day, while I sat behind my desk gently pressing my legs together. I didn't have Pete's class that day which I suppose was a good job. Just think there I would have been asking the class questions and when I got to Pete?

"Tell me darling what is the capital of Germany, you wonderful horny fuck?"

I waited in for him the weekend, spending hours cleaning and trying to keep busy. He could have phoned or even called round to say he couldn't see me if he was busy. Sunday I sat out under the tree, for 3 hours! Was that it had I out lived my usefulness already? Perhaps I was a dare? Get into the ice queen's knickers and pretend you are a virgin. She'll fall for that, everybody knows she is insecure and a lonely old spinster. I even drove by his house, three bloody times! Yes I could feel the obsession taking over my pathetic little life. 

There he was Monday morning talking to Jill. I tried not to act like a jealous girlfriend. I walked slowly over to them, hoping he would give her an excuse so we were free to talk. Her hand was up on his arm, why? He couldn't go out with a girl from my class. I couldn't stand hearing her telling her mates that Pete was taking her out, or Pete was so good to be with. Then I saw his hand slightly up the back of her short school skirt as she lent against the wall. It wouldn't be far from her backside, stroking her 18 year old thigh. 

"You two cut that out!" I snapped as I went past.

I just burnt my eyes into his, how could he do this to me!

Jill followed me up to the classroom; at least I had stopped her making a fool of herself like I had done.

"You OK Miss you look kind of tense?"

I spun round in the corridor, "don't turn into a tart Jill, I saw where his hand was."

She looked quite shocked, "it was on the wall Miss behind us."

It could have been I suppose.

"I just picked some fluff off his jumper too Miss, or is that not allowed as well?"

"I'm sorry Jill I had an awful weekend."

"Right Miss," she mumbled, like she was still judging me.

By the time school finished for the day I was again convinced Jill had lied to me. Pete hadn't come to see me at lunchtime, so he must have had something to hide.

Monday evening I answered the door. I let him in and waited for the excuses why he couldn't see me anymore. No I was going to blow him out! I moved towards him and he grabbed me and we kissed, deep and passionately. 

"Jill told me you were shitty about something."

"I thought you had your hand up her skirt."

"It was on the wall."

"Why didn't you come and see me lunchtime?"

"I'm trying to get fit for the swimming again, I asked Bird if I could use the pool. I was sure he would tell you lunchtime, and before you ask Gran was ill and we all had to go to Surrey Saturday morning."

My tears were flowing even before he finished talking. I put my head in my hands and he cuddled me.

"I didn't want to go Miss; I wanted to stay with you. I couldn't even phone you I don't know your number. So here I've got an old mobile you can have. I've programmed my number into it."

I slapped his arm with a sort of limp wrist action as I cried. We cuddled on the couch for an hour. He yelled at me to shut up, because all I had done was apologise.

"I dare you to send me a text when get home, a sexy one, while someone is in the room with you?"

He kissed me at the front door, only this time inside.

I confirmed the dare, and put the phone on charge for an hour.

I sat in bed that night staring at the phone. I actually jumped when it went off in my hand. I waited and just stared at it. My heart was pounding and I scrolled to open the message. 

Hey sexy how about a fuck tomorrow night? Annabelle is watching TV, dads playing with the dog, and I'm getting hard for you. Pete. X.

I read through it again, only this time with my finger pressing against my pussy. 

Yes, yes, yes! I sent back.

The next day at school I had Pete's class for a lesson in the afternoon. He was watching me all the time. I could feel the smile inside just hoping I could hold it in. Now and then he would grin or rub his pen across his bottom lip. I had to really concentrate on what I was doing, but every time I looked his way I wanted to smile at him. Several times I lost track of my lecture, mystified looks passed between class mates. Was the ice queen ill or suffering memory loss? When the class ended everybody filed out. I just waited shuffling papers until Pete moved behind me on his way to the door. I felt his hand glide across my backside. I gasped and trembled.

"Hi sexy," he whispered faintly.

I wanted to grab him and force my lips on his. But that would have to wait until later, when we were alone, when we were safe.

I watched him come from the park, up the side of my house, and jump over the fence behind my garage. I pulled the side door open and we held each other. We smiled at each other and he pulled his tee-shirt off. He began pulling my skirt up, his fingers gathered up the material. I was tugging at his trousers but he pushed my hands away. He lifted me onto the kitchen table and tore my panties down. I was breathing hard now as he moved between my spread legs.

"Oh yes!" I gasped, as he slipped into me.

He began fucking me with short quick jabs. I held myself up on my hands spread out behind me. 

"You like that Miss?" he asked, grunting down at me.

"Mmm!" I whimpered, nodding my head at the same time.

"Oh shit Miss I can't hold on."

"Don't then, just do it, just use me Pete," I panted.

I watched him shudder, as he filled my aching pussy. He moaned and gasped letting body slow up, until he was like a statue savouring the moment.

"Gillian!"

"Fuck!" Pete hissed.

He ran out of the house doing up his trousers, as I quickly jumped off the table letting my skirt fall and cover my nakedness. I kicked my panties under the table and straightened my skirt as the front door closed. By the time the kitchen door opened I had a smile on my face but my heart was racing like mad.

"Hi Gillian, are you OK?"

I nodded at Diane. It was my fault I told her she never needed to knock. Lock the door next time fool I told myself.

"Would you like coffee Diane?" I asked, feeling a slight trickle between my legs under my long skirt.

A few days later there was a commotion down at the pool. I saw an ambulance speed off. 

"What was that all about Jenny?" I asked, as she came back into class.

"Pete collapsed or something Miss, you know Pete Hardwick."

I looked at my watch still ½ an hour to go before the end of school. My mind couldn't focus now. I had to get to the hospital. I cleared my throat.

"Um I've just remembered I've got a dental appointment. Sit quietly until the bell goes."

I ignored the few shocked looks I received.

"But Miss what about our homework?" Linda asked.

I heard a few comments aimed at her from a few of the less interested pupils.

"Just don't worry about homework tonight," I mumbled as I reached the door.

"How is he?"

"I don't know, I've phoned his parents."

I watched Dave Bird's eyes open wider, "What are you doing here Gillian?"

Fuck! 

"I was just passing and, and never mind. What happened to him?"

"What do you mean just passing? School doesn't finish for another 5 minutes, why are you here Gillian?"

I lowered my eyes, as I saw him working it out.

"So you and he, you and Pete are."

I never let him finish I just slapped his face, and then I recoiled and broke down in tears.



Gillian Newark's School Tales Ch. 04



"You are, you're fucking him," he said with a shocked look. 

"Keep your voice down," I said, as I nervously glanced around.

"I don't believe this. Christ how long has it been going on?"

"I mean it Dave just drop it, and if you tell anyone I swear I'll drop you in it too," I spat.

"Yeah how, everyone knows we fucked. That was ages ago, its old news now."

"You arrogant bastard, I mean about you and Sabrina," I hissed back.

He looked shocked now, realising I knew more he wanted me to.

"The day Pete hurt his leg, I heard you when I ran to get his towel, you and her in the girls changing rooms. That phone call was from Sabrina, not your wife!"

I moved back hoping the rage in my eyes and voice would soon calm down a little.

"In that case Gillian we had better look out for each other."

"I'm not the one with a wife you are!"

"So that makes it OK for you?"

"Pete is 18. Legally we are doing nothing wrong."

"Sabrina is 18 too. But let's face it we would both be in the shit if it got out."

I moved forward, "look at the moment I'm worried about Pete. I don't want to talk to you, and I certainly don't want to watch your back."

I spun on my heels and took a few steps away. Pete was my only concern now. I heard rushing footsteps and Pete's mother and father calling out to Dave. Annabelle was there too. Dave went into a room with Pete's parents, Annabelle stopped at the door. She looked back at me.

"What are you doing here Miss?"

I could see suspicion in her eyes.

"I heard Pete was rushed in here. I didn't realise Dave was here, Mr Bird I mean."

Swallow it please Annabelle I said in my head.

"Oh," she mumbled.

She disappeared through the door. I just hoped she didn't think Pete and I were seeing each other. I tried to find an excuse to stay, but that book in my head was slammed shut again. It wouldn't let me open it to find the right excuse, even if there was one. That night I had a heart to heart with myself. I knew this had to stop now, I wanted to do what was best, but that wasn't best for me! I had to let go of Pete now. I had to walk away. I phoned Diane and slowly I blurted everything out to her. She sat next to me an hour later cuddling me as I wept. I saw the mobile that Pete had left me start to glow and vibrate.

"Is that him?"

I nodded as it stopped.

"Don't Diane," I mumbled, as she reached for it.

She picked it up and read it to herself. Her eyes searched mine, "Oh Gillian what are you going to do?"

She held up the phone and I read it. 

'I'm OK, I can't wait to see you again, and I want to sleep with you, soon.'

Pete had got an infection into his wound from a few weeks ago. Of course I blamed Dave Bird for letting him start swimming again too soon. But I had bigger problems to worry about. I hadn't returned Pete's messages. They were coming thick and fast over the last few days. I phoned him late at night, I had to tell him people knew about us and Annabelle had her suspicions. He listened as I cried down the phone telling him it was over. He didn't interrupt. I told him he should date girls his own age, I told him an 11 year age difference was too much especially as he was only 18. 

"So that's it is it? You know dad is 13 years older than mum?"

"It's for the best Pete; it's what's best for you."

He was silent for awhile.

"Thanks a lot!" he grizzled.

I closed the phone and switched it off.

I had finally agreed to see him. He wouldn't take no for an answer, not until he had spoken to me face to face. I didn't want him coming to my house; I thought I'd probably crumble. I stood outside the cinema, still not knowing how to tell Pete it was over. I bought the tickets and we sat at the back on the left. It was dark when we got in there, and I could only see a handful of people watching the movie.

I felt his hand tentatively hold mine; my eyes began to water as I squeezed it. This wasn't supposed to happen! I couldn't let him go now. He kissed my neck and I began to sob. 

"I love you Miss," he whispered.

I didn't answer him. I just held Pete's hand trying to convince myself I didn't want him. Several times I went to start but I just couldn't. Why did he have to say he loved me? It wasn't fair, it just wasn't fair. I didn't have a clue what was going to happen now. I just sat there with him, hoping for something to drop out of the sky to end my life! Eventually I leant into his shoulder, giving up any hope I had of ending this now.

"Christ there's Sean with Becky the new girl," Pete gasped, "they won't see us Miss, keep quiet."

We watched Sean get up leaving Becky in her seat. 

"Oh my god there's Della now Miss."

"Enjoy the film slut!" Della growled, and then she spat in Becky's face.

"God look at your tits hanging out you tart!" one of Della's friends snapped.

"I suppose that's what I'll get if people find out about us Pete?"

He squeezed my hand trying to reassure me. We sneaked out a few minutes apart, I went after him. I was still shaking when I got to my car.

Sunday Pete and I chatted for hours about what was likely to happen; sometimes I would break down in tears. I had tried to give him all the reasons I could think of as to why we shouldn't be together. I even tried to stop him dragging me up to bed, but it was quite half hearted. The thrill and excitement came back over me in waves. I let him move between my legs. I clung to him just letting him fuck me. I now knew that it would take much more than few people knowing to split us up. But would it be the same for Pete? He was like a kid with a new toy, the fucking I mean. He couldn't stop and his enthusiasm became infectious. He was like some sort of love machine. By the time he allowed himself to climax we were both dripping in sweat. Nearly an hour of just constant fucking!

I was still jittery about getting caught, and we used to meet up under the tree. I told him if we had been seen, we could just say we had met by accident.

"I dare you Miss, to take me on holiday to your friend's cottage?"

I stared at him in shock. I had told him about my friend's holiday cottage by the sea, and how Lydia had said it was free for the next school holidays. I only told him because I had planned to go there before we started seeing each other. He kept telling me that we could relax there as it was secluded and 70 miles away. I suppose it was my fault for telling him all the details. At first it was a flat refusal, but over the coming week I was asking about what he would say to his parents. I arranged to meet him at the town car park. I noticed Becky walking that way and I drove round the block. I couldn't relax until we got on the motorway. He chatted excitedly about how wonderful it was going to be. We pulled up at the supermarket and got some food, enough to last the three days over the bank holiday. I found the key under the flowerpot. Pete was like a big kid, running down to the water and jumping straight in. I watched him splash about from the bedroom window as I began to unpack. I suddenly felt like his mother. I looked in the mirror at a few wrinkles that had started to show my age. Would we still be together in 5, 10, or 20 year's time? Or was I kidding myself to think it would last beyond 5 months? I wiped away a tear, if only I was 18. When he came back he threw me the towel. I was soon rubbing him dry. Well it was more like exploring his young fit body with the towel covering my hands. I gently rubbed over his chest. Then I moved down his body.

"Take them off Gillian," he mumbled softly.

I peeled his wet trunks down and his cock sprang up inches from my face. I began to dry his cock and balls with a real slow motion. 

"I dare you to suck my dick?"

I looked up into his eyes and pushed my glasses back on my nose. I had only ever sucked two cocks the brute when he grabbed my hair and forced me to do it, and the conman. Neither of them came in my mouth, I didn't think I'd like that.

"Please Miss, I mean Gillian," he whispered.

"Confirm the dare?" I asked with a gulp.

"Suck my dick?"

I bent my head forward a little. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. Pete gasped as I managed to get his cock head past my lips. I began to tongue him with my hand wrapped around his shaft. His warm hard cock was tainted with seawater. He grunted as gradually I relaxed a little more. My head bobbed a little but I was still conscious of the way my previous two blowjobs had me gagging. 

"Can, you throat me Miss?" he said with a swallow.

I took his cock out of my mouth, and looked up at him pushing my glasses back up my nose. 

"I'm no good at that Pete, and please stop calling me Miss?"

I put him back in my mouth, and tried to let him enter my throat. I pulled away a little and tried again.

"Go on Gillian please," he panted.

I tried even harder and I gagged and choked. I pulled back looking up into his eyes. His mouth hung open and he looked so turned on. I wondered what he made of my expression. I must have looked quite scared. I went back and slid him in and out of my mouth. I could see his legs trembling slightly. I took him in my throat again, and again I gagged. 

"I'm sorry I don't like it," I mumbled, almost ashamed to be letting him down.

He had now gripped my hand that was around his cock. He was pulling himself off through my hand!

"Can I come on your face, all over your glasses?" he panted harder.

"I'd rather you didn't."

I was feeling a little upset by the way he was talking now. His hand was jerking mine faster and faster. I wanted to get up or just move but it was too late. His spunk flew out of his cock that I was looking at. I saw and felt it land on my glasses. I turned my head away and felt more landing on my ear. 

"Oh that's so fucking sexy Miss!" he hissed.

No it wasn't! I tried to get up, but more and more hit my cheek and then my neck. I yanked my hand from underneath his. In doing so I stumbled forward his cock actually went between my face and my glasses which had slipped off my nose. I felt spunk hit my eye blinding me! Pete was too far gone to notice how distressed I was. Perhaps he couldn't see me struggling to get up.

"God that looks sexy seeing my spunk all over your face Miss," he said panting hard.

His hand was on my head and before I knew it he had pushed himself into my mouth. 

"Go on suck the rest out you horny bitch." 

He yelled and pushed me back. It was the same reaction that I got from the brute when I bit his cock!

"What the fuck did you do that for?"

I was trying to clear my eye. Pete's spunk was stinging and I just wanted to rinse it out.

"You hurt me, why did you have to hold my head?" I cried.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

He pushed past me knocking me sideways, holding his cock like he thought it would fall off. Great what a holiday this was going to be!

An hour later I told him about the man, who seemed to get more satisfaction from beating me, rather than making love to me. He hugged me as I cried, and for some reason it seemed to bring us back closer together. By the time we got to bed we were both sorry. I couldn't stay mad at him for long. 

"I think I bruised your cock," I mumbled as I kissed it.

"I bet it would still work though, that is if you want to try it?"

I pushed him on his back and straddled him. I began rocking up and down on him, feeling the flagpole that stuck into me. He just looked up into my eyes with a lusty expression that turned me on all the more! He began thrusting up as I pushed down. 

"Christ Miss that feels good," he panted.

"Will you call me fucking Gillian?" I grunted.

"Christ that feels good, Fucking Gillian!" he shouted.

I grinned at him as he smiled at me. His sexy blue eyes had my heart fluttering again. I was putting everything into it now, vigorously going up and down like a kid getting her moneys worth on a bouncy castle. He stopped thrusting into me as I shook and quaked to a deep orgasm. He seemed to be watching my face as I went through all the expressions that my body dictated. 

"God you're hell of a wet," he said with a grin.

I grinned back, "that's your fault, you make me wet."

I carried on for the next 15 minutes or so. I could feel my body starting to wilt. Several times I stopped but I didn't want to let him down. I carried on and on but he just wouldn't shoot! Maybe he was holding back, or maybe he wasn't going to come. 

"Are you going to stop Gillian?"

"Don't you want to, to spunk up me?" I panted.

"God you've got a dirty mouth Miss, I mean Gillian."

"Does that surprise you?"

"It turns me on," he grunted.

"So what is it like fucking me huh, seeing my tits bounce and hearing my cunt squelch? I bet you never thought I was such a fucking slag did you Pete?"

He looked really shocked by my foul language. I suppose it was doubly so, because of me being a teacher too.

"No Miss," he mumbled, as he began to push into me.

"Oh you like to hear your teacher talking dirty then?"

He nodded and pushed up into me. I ground down harder on his cock. 

"What do you think your friend's would say, if, if they could see me now, huh? Do you think they would want to fuck me too?" I grunted.

"Oh fuck yeah!" he snapped, "you really are turning me on talking like that Gillian."

"What, talking like a little tart? Have any of your friends got a bigger cock than you? Hey, Tommy or Lawrence perhaps? Oh what about Steve, I bet he'd fuck me. Maybe you should have asked him here? Do you think he'd fuck me up the ass?"

"Oh Christ you dirty slut!" he hissed, through clenched teeth.

I bounced even harder, dripping in sweat. My own words were turning me on so much, I just couldn't stop! I slapped his hands away that reached for my breasts.

"You should have dared them all to come here and fuck me."

"Boys, and girls Gillian?" he grunted.

"Yeah do you want to see me eat pussy? Do you want to see me sucking cocks and pussy all day? And what's with this Gillian thing, I'm your fucking teacher, call me Miss or do I have to start dating Steve or Tommy?"

"Go on Miss, again Miss? Have another orgasm you slut!" he yelled.

"Am I a bigger slut than the girls at school? Maybe I should wear mini skirts and hang around the bike sheds, would you like that, seeing me wait for you with my blouse open and my legs spread wide?"

He pushed me off and turned me on my back, his young cock rammed into me. 

"You are a fucking slag aren't you Miss? I can just imagine all the teachers doing you one after the other!"

"How do you know they don't? How do you know they don't fuck me everyday in the staffroom? Can you imagine all those cocks just slamming into me? Maybe they could use me in the sex education classes?"

He was really thrusting hard into me now. It was like he was trying to prove he was the best boy to fuck me.

"Yeah you'd have to be naked and do whatever we wanted," he groaned.

I began shuddering again, clinging to his sweat soaked back. 

"I bet you lay there Miss, with your legs spread wide, just waiting for the first teachers, and boys to jump you! I bet they laugh about how you beg for it."

"Yeah but it's you I want Pete. I want your hard cock fucking my cunt. I want you to finger me in class with everyone watching!"

"I could offer you round to the rest of the class. I could hold you're dripping cunt open for everyone," he grunted hard.

"You wouldn't need to I'd spread it myself! Anyway I'd be so wet, I'd leave a trail on the floor," I hissed.

"They could fuck you all day slut, even the girls would ride your nose and get off on it!"

We climaxed together holding each other tight, and grunting and hissing. Finally he stopped. But I could feel him twitch and jerk in me. I just lay there open mouthed my mind and body totally spent. Pete cuddled me, kissing my nipple and stroking my hair, until we fell asleep. 

We spent most of the weekend in bed just fucking each other. My pussy was exhausted and sore. But Pete was up for more, eventually I had to refuse him, not that I wanted to.

When we drove back home Pete slept from time to time. Now and then I would glance at him. This weekend had been so wonderful, but I couldn't help thinking that we had reached the pinnacle! Now I had to drop him off, and we had to go back to hiding from people. We had lived our dream away from prying eyes and people who knew us. It was just a brief glimpse into what might have been if we had been the same age. The deceit was hard to live with too. I would sometimes start to cry when I thought of his parents. I knew our relationship was doomed, like the bloody stupid romance novels I kept reading. I would have to give my young 18 year old lover up, and it hurt, it hurt like hell! It wasn't easy living with these feelings. Diane wasn't really interested although she tried. As I poured my heart out, she was more into getting a drink from Donny. She snatched the fiver from my hand and called him over. Since she had split up she had become a little strange, she didn't want to talk much about it so I didn't push her. I had told her about the dare game and Pete nicking apples for me. 

"That's lame even for you Gillian," she mumbled.

Pete was well enough to play football again, and I watched him with Becky. She asked who he was and I realised she had caught me looking at him. I just mumbled about having to go home. I was jealous of her I didn't want her chasing Pete; I couldn't stand and watch that. But I was also frightened. I was sure she had spotted him getting into my car when we went on holiday, and now she was watching me for a reaction. She must have known something was going on between Pete and me? I told Pete over the phone I was scared now. If she told anyone I would be in deep trouble.

Oh shit, what do I do now?

The next day she avoided my eyes, but eventually I caught her looking at me. I could see it now, but I tried to blot it out of my mind. I didn't want to end it with Pete but I was scared. Could I trust Becky? Should I even talk to her about it? I didn't know I didn't have a clue! I went to the girl's toilet after hearing a commotion. There was Becky with her school books in the sink flooded with water. I knew Sabrina had done it. I comforted Becky wanting to ask her if she was going to tell about Pete and me. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I couldn't bring myself to end it with Pete either. We were still meeting up by the tree and he was still coming to my house. The dares were going on too, and I was just as bad as he was! I dared him to let me tie him up. He did, it was just a game but I had tied him in the garage. I sucked on his cock as he lay there restrained. I denied him, getting him right on the verge of coming. He was begging me to let him come, but I would just giggle and leave him in the dark, just for 5 minutes and then I would go back.

"So do you want me to let you come on my tits?" 

"God yeah," he panted.

"Yes what?" I hissed in his ear.

"Yes please mistress," he said with a gulp.

I squeezed my tits together round his hard cock. It didn't take long for him to shoot. Right there and then he dared me to taste it. It took me awhile but with him still tied up I wiped my finger in it. I stuck it on my tongue and swallowed as he watched spellbound. Still I had a dare for him that would surely lose him a life. I watched in disbelief as he ran to the bottom of my garden in one of my long white skirts. He touched the gate and came back. We kissed and giggled until he left me with his dare for me. This was different. His dare was over in just a few seconds, and it was dark. But I would have to wear that skirt to school the next day with dark panties on underneath! That might not sound much but the material was thin. Pete had told me that when I wore it once the light from the projector shone through it. Everyone could see the shape of my legs and my panties. I told him I couldn't do it. That was until he phoned me that night as I fingered myself to another orgasm. 




Gillian Newark's School Tales Ch. 04



The game was becoming more adventurous, and I was enjoying it. It frightened me from time to time, but I suppose that was the game we were playing. I found it thrilling, and would try and dream up new ideas. But this dare was probably one of my toughest yet, now I knew I would have to lose a life. I couldn't go to school with my panties showing through my skirt, could I?



Gillian Newark's School Tales Ch. 05



I tried to hide from the eyes that watched me enter the school. Already I knew boys and girls had noticed my navy blue panties showing through my white skirt. I tried to act normal but inside I was a nervous wreck! I had also worn the black stiletto court shoes Pete had given to me; despite having a 4 inch heel they were surprisingly comfortable. The heels seemed to clack loudly, and again, boys and girls stood with shocked expressions. Was that really the ice queen showing her dark panties through a white skirt? And those high heels that hoisted her up a few inches, was she really getting fashionable with her shoes? Pete had a sly grin on his face when I took his class. My panties were feeling decidedly wet as I moved around the class inspecting their work. I let my hip brush against Pete's arm. He always sat at the back, so I knew I was safe with just an innocent contact between us. I hadn't bargained for the hand that stroked up my calf, just below the hem of my skirt. I felt awkward now, I knew I had to move away but I didn't. His hand, and then one single finger traced up my leg, I shuddered a little. Someone at the front called me to ask about something, so I had to move.

I cleared my throat, "what is it Lawrence?"

I was aware of the odd whispered remark too. Sabrina was making the most of my panties showing. I knew the giggling between her and her friend was about me.

Pete and I met up under the tree that night. Mr Drake had visitors and I didn't want him seeing Pete. My dare for him was a little silly I guess; I made him tell me his top 10 favourite sexy girls at school. He counted them down from 10 to 1. He even had Sabrina at number 5. When he got to number 1 I interrupted him before he told me. 

"All of the girls you have named are a little sluttish Pete, is that what you like?"

I was grinning at him to show I was teasing him. He grinned back.

"So come on then who is your number one?" I asked with a giggle.

"Well I suppose it has to be, Becky."

My face dropped a little and I looked up questioningly into his eyes. 

"Oh sorry Miss," he mumbled.

"No that's OK; I didn't say I was included."

I felt embarrassed and he could see it straight away. He pulled me to him. 

"I thought you meant just the girls," he mumbled again. 

"No that really is OK Pete. I, I should have said, um, including teachers," I stammered.

The next day I carried out his dare. I wore my high heels with a skirt just off my knee that I hardily ever wore, and I wasn't wearing underwear. I put on a little more make up too. But I couldn't forget what he said about Becky being number one. Maybe she was after Pete anyway. She certainly turned heads, and her skirts were always extremely short. I couldn't compete with her, but I was going to show Pete I could dress to new limits. I did feel a little self-conscious, but the feel of nothing covering my wet pussy had me feeling quite sexy all day! 

"Well Gillian, are you making an effort for someone special?"

"I, I don't know what you mean," I said, feeling my face blush.

"Well those firm little tits of yours seem a little lower today."

I wanted to slap the face of the whispering voice. Why couldn't Mr Bird just leave me alone?

"High heels and shorter skirts too, you know some might think you are trying to make yourself look younger," Dave said, with a sly grin spreading over his face.

I looked at Becky and how pretty and young she was. I knew I didn't really stand a chance against her. Her long sexy legs and those ridiculously short skirts had every boy and teacher dribbling. To top it all she really was a good student. I was just a 29 year old average teacher, who now felt even more stupid. Finally I had come to my senses. At lunchtime I would go home and put some underwear on. But first I would tell Pete we were finished. I called him out of his class on the pretext that his mother had phoned. I took him into an empty class, and it was there, with a heavy heart, I dumped him once again. He seemed to take it without too much sorrow. He just walked away; maybe he knew we had gone as far as we dared?

Dave Bird was again showing interest in me, he asked why I had reverted to longer skirts again. I told him I had finished with Pete just to shut him up; it seemed to have the opposite effect. He began coming onto me again. He told me that he missed my little tits bouncing as I walked, now that I was back in a bra. He mumbled quietly that that my legs looked better in higher heels, but they were now gone under my longer skirts. Over the next few weeks I saw Pete with various girls. He would glance at me as he held their hands. I could almost hear him taunting me in my head. I felt really jealous and cried sometimes. I knew I couldn't compete against young 18 year old schoolgirls. Even though I had dumped him, I still played with myself remembering the good times. 

"See Gillian you like it you horny bitch," Dave whispered in my ear.

Yes I was letting him touch me. I don't know why? Hell yes I do, I was lonely, extremely lonely! Dave was the only man to show any interest in me, apart from a guy in a pub. I had met this guy with Diane, he was a little drunk but it wasn't until he threw up outside that I walked away. I knew the schoolgirls fancied Dave and he was quite good looking, but I just couldn't go with him. Well not until after another school holiday of being on my own. We sneaked to my house at lunchtime. I offered Dave a drink and he just hauled me up the stairs. He didn't wait for me to get undressed. I didn't even have time to take my panties off. He just yanked them to one side taking a few hairs too!

"God you are dry," he mumbled into my neck.

I watched him spit on his hand, and then he rubbed it between my legs. 

Now you can say I told you so!

I didn't want sex with him; even going up the stairs I wasn't really sure. But now as he eagerly pushed into me, I was fighting the urge to stop him. At least I knew it would be over soon. For someone who looked quite attractive, and had a reasonable sized dick, he could never hold on.

"Do you think this is wise?" I mumbled.

"Nope, but you'll keep your mouth shut just like Sabrina, Jayne, and Becky."

Now I was struggling a little. I knew about Sabrina, and I watched the little grin Jayne gave him, but Becky! 

"You fucked Becky?"

"Yeah in my store cupboard, she was gagging for it just like you," he grunted into my neck.

Now he could feel my hands trying to push him away, "Please stop Dave, this isn't right."

He pushed my hands aside, and began humping me harder.

"You're not stopping me now. You asked me here Gillian," he grunted into my ear.

Well when is it too late to say no? I had asked him back, but now I didn't want it. Did I have a right to stop him? He grunted and groaned, and then tried to kiss me, I twisted away from his advancing mouth. Five minutes that's all it took for him to finish. He jabbed deep into me with his final few thrusts, squeezing out his spunk into my dry pussy. I just lay there until he finished. 

"So what's up with you?" he asked.

I could feel my eyes begin to water.

"Oh don't fucking cry Gillian. You wanted it too."

I closed my legs as soon as he got off the bed. I turned away covering myself. 

"Look it's too late to worry about right and wrong."

I could tell he was getting upset with me now. I just sat on the side of the bed as he pulled his zipper up. 

"Come on then let's get back to school, and stop fucking crying."

"Tell them I had a headache or something. I'm not going back to school today," I whimpered, into a handful of tissues.

"But how am I going to get back there? God you really are a selfish bitch."

He waited for me to move but I just sat crying into my hands. I heard him throw his arms up and slap them down by his side.

"You really are a sad lonely old spinster."

"Fuck off!" I snapped.

"Don't worry I'm going, hey how about a new nickname? Miss Frigid would be better for you," he grumbled, as he walked to the door.

"Oh thanks a lot, do be sure to tell your poor wife!" I yelled.

"Lets face it you are hardily a queen are you? You dry old cow," he hissed.

It took me three working days and the weekend to get over everything. I told the school I had flu, well I certainly had a red nose after crying all the time. Like I said I was lonely and I knew going with Dave was a mistake. He hadn't cured me he had just made things worse! The only thing that would make me happy was Pete. It wasn't fair on him I knew that, but I would promise him anything to go out with me. I would risk anything to be with him again. But I just couldn't demand his attention; I couldn't even ask him out! I didn't know how to win him back, but I wanted him, and yes, I was being selfish again.

Back at school I tried my best not to think of Pete, but I just couldn't. He had been part of my life, and he was the only one I felt happy with. I didn't have a clue what to do and things were made worse just a few days later.

"Where is Becky Norris?"

"She has got a free Miss, I saw her going off with Pete Hardwick," Jayne replied.

I could feel myself beginning to erupt. It just came out, a little speech that stopped everyone dead in their tracks!

I slammed an exercise book on my desk, "I'm sick of you lot skipping off school. A free is for you to revise or study, not to go off because you want a kissing session!"

"Are you OK Miss?" Frank asked.

"Yes! It will be you lot that finds out soon enough how hard life is. Now get your heads down and do some work!" I hollered.

OK I shouldn't have taken it out on them. But I couldn't stop myself from showing them the rage of the ice queen. Even if it was brought on by jealousy!

The weekend I was hanging out my washing, looking at all the bras and panties that were not that sexy. How could anyone fancy me when they got to my underwear? Maybe I should just forget about my school teacher image, and go out on the pull with Diane? I could tart myself up and get at new hair cut, maybe highlights or something. Perhaps I could put up with the odd drunk now and then. Mr Drake wasn't that bad looking, OK he was 49 but we had a laugh and a joke. He didn't seem the type to be into sex, but what went on behind his closed door? He might think he's a little too old for me, but I could show him I'm interested couldn't I? I tapped on his door after a squirt of perfume and a coat of lipstick. I gave him a big smile.

"Could you have a look, at, at my iron for me?" I stammered.

He nodded, "sure Gillian, I'll pop round in a minute."

I put the kettle on and checked my hair. I smiled again as he came in. He fiddled with the iron which had broken a few weeks ago; I had already bought a new one.

It was now I was getting the jitters. Could I really make the first move on my neighbour? I poured the tea and undid a button on my blouse. He noticed I saw him look. What was more was he glanced again. So now should I make a move? I looked out of the kitchen window trying to summon up the courage. That was when my heart jumped. In the distance I could see Pete. He was stood over by my special tree. He was waiting for me. He wanted to see me. I had to get rid of Mr Drake now. 

"How's it going?" I asked, as my eyes flicked to his cup, to see how much tea he had left.

"Just the fuse I think, I'll go home and get one," he said with a smile.

I glanced out of the window and then I saw he wasn't alone. He was kissing Becky fucking Norris! I could see her hand between them, and it seemed to be moving rapidly. I could see the glint of her bangles as they swung on her arm. Pete's trousers were sagging I knew they were undone. She was playing with his cock the little slut!

I looked at Mr Drake and then back out of the window. He came and stood beside me.

"Huh, look at those two and on a Saturday afternoon out in the open!"

I turned to him showing him that I had unbuttoned my blouse. I couldn't look him in the eye.

"Gillian, what are you?"

I pressed my lips to the shocked face; it was a rather awkward kiss. I just hoped I hadn't made a terrible mistake! He began to respond and I slowly pulled his zip down.

"Gillian. Are you sure?" he gasped.

"I want you to fuck me Marvin. Please just fuck me," I mumbled.

I felt his hands around my back undoing my bra, I felt it sag, and he pulled off my blouse and then my bra. I had his cock out now, it was already hard.

"Are you really, I mean do you want this Gillian?"

"Stop asking me that and just do it," I moaned.

Lust took hold of Mr Drake and he bunched up my skirt. My wet panties were pulled down, and he bent me over the kitchen table. I could hear his little excited gasps and groans. He entered me and grabbed my hips. He began pulling me back as he shoved his pelvis forward. 

"Oh god Gillian, oh bloody hell!"

Two minutes of frantic fucking and he came, jabbing at me emptying his cock. He panted hard as if he had run a marathon. He was no match for Pete, nobody was. I had been watching Pete and Becky out the window, all the time I just wished it was him behind me. I winced as Mr Drake pulled out. I pushed my skirt down, even before Mr Drake had cleared from behind me. I grabbed my blouse just wanting to cover myself up. I just stood looking out of the window. I didn't want Marvin Drake to see my tears.

"I had better be off," he mumbled.

I pushed my glasses back onto my nose. I didn't turn round I just stared out of the window, wanting the young, tall, and sexy 18 year old boy, that was over by my tree with Becky Norris! I walked out into the garden, hoping that somehow they would sense my presence. Hoping it would force them to stop, but it didn't. I watched as Pete hunched over. He had done that with me, I had tossed him off like that. He had just had an orgasm with that little tart! But why do it against our tree? Was he mocking me, or getting his own back? He was showing me that he could pick up the hottest girl in the school. He was going to prove he didn't need a 29 year old teacher, who dressed and looked old enough to be his mother! I saw him walking towards me. Now he was coming over to tell me I was a sad and lonely bitch. I turned and walked into the house, my tears stung my eyes. But I didn't want him to see me cry. Fuck the pair of them they could both rot in hell! If they wanted to torment me they would have to do it in school time! Besides I could get a man now anyway. An over randy teacher, and a desperate neighbour, even if I fucking well didn't enjoy either! I jumped at the tap on the door. He couldn't wait to show off at me at school, the little shit! He was going to boast about pulling his favourite schoolgirl now!

"Can I come in?" he whimpered.

Just one look at his red face and the tears rolling down his cheeks had me crying again. I took his hand and pulled him gently inside. We clung to each other for ages, both of us sobbing. I was regretting the trickle of Mr Drake's spunk going down my thigh. I pulled Pete tight to me I couldn't let him go now. I loved him and I had to have him. 

"I can't stand being apart from you. I've tried, I really have, but I just can't stop thinking about you."

His words echoed my thoughts. I took his hand and we went upstairs. 

"Get into bed Pete. I don't want intercourse just a cuddle, if that's OK with you?"

He nodded and smiled through his tears. I handed him a tissue and then went to the loo to wipe Mr Drake away. I cuddled Pete for ages. We would kiss and just hold each other. A million thoughts ran through my head, lots of questions too, but it was Pete who spoke first.

"You know I've been going to the pub with Tommy?" he mumbled.

"Yes that awful pub. I'm surprised your parents let you."

"They don't know, we could go there, I mean nobody would ask questions."

"Tommy might, look if we are to carry on seeing each other then we mustn't tell anyone, anyone Pete."

"Becky knows, I told her I had to tell someone. She promised she would keep quiet," he said, looking at me for reassurance.

"We just have to hope she does then. Pete I know what you like but I'm not 18, and I certainly can't dress in such revelling clothes like Becky and the rest do."

"You'd be surprise how many of the boys secretly fancy you."

He told me I looked hot in just a knee length skirt, and the way my tits bounced when I was braless. We giggled and began naming boys that we thought might have a crush on me. I had now rolled on top of him just kissing his chest and giggling. I could feel his cock pressing into me. I began moving down his belly planting little loving kisses as I went. 

"I thought you didn't want sex?" 

I looked up into his grinning eyes, "I said intercourse I didn't want you fucking me."

I licked the tip of his cock that made him jump slightly. 

"I dare you not to come in my mouth?"

I slipped my mouth right over his cock and sucked him a little. I stopped and looked up at him.

"That's not fair," he moaned.

I grinned at him, "I told you I could play the game as well as you."

"OK confirm the dare?"

"I dare you not to come in my mouth?" I said, and then I licked his cock from the base to the tip.

"I'm going to lose this one," he said with a grin.

I began sucking and kissing his hard dick. I never really liked sucking cock that much. But after having sex with my next door neighbour, I didn't think it was fair on Pete to ask him to fuck me. I kissed his balls from time to time, and when I sucked him I would look up into his eyes. He just watched me, looking a little lost for words. I bobbed my head up and down, swirling my tongue over the end. I had read enough stories to know what I was doing would get him hot. I had just never had the right man to practise on. 

"Oh hell I'm going to have to think of a good dare for you," he said with a pant.

"Going to shoot then Pete?" I asked in a soft voice.

He nodded and I plunged my mouth back over his cock. His hand was on my head now, he wasn't holding me down he was just stroking and gripping my hair. I could feel his thigh muscles twitch and flex. He was trying to hold back I think, just to make it last longer. I found his opening with my tongue and he winced a little. I began to swirl my tongue around his cock. He whimpered as I moaned with his hard dick deep in my mouth.

I stopped with him nearing the point of no return.

"Oh what's the matter Pete, don't you want to spunk in your teacher's mouth?" I said in a soft purr.

I just managed to get my mouth back on his cock as he splattered into it. His hand gripped my hair squeezing it hard. His hips worked upwards as he tried to get everything out of his hot cock.

"Shit that was sexy saying that!" he spat through gritted teeth.

I looked up at his half closed eyes as I sucked him, gently slowing down. I thought those words might be enough to send him over the edge. I opened my mouth letting his spunk dribble back over his cock. I rubbed his hard dick now. Spunk oozed through my fingers and dripped from my mouth, and it was still pumping out of his cock. 

I left him panting on the bed and went and got a flannel. I began cleaning him and I could feel his eyes watching me. Was he comparing me with the schoolgirls, or maybe the girls in the pub that he had gone to? We lay cuddling again. 

"So that is one win to me is it?"

He nodded, "it was hardily fair though."

"You could have refused the dare?" I said with a chuckle.

He went home an hour later, leaving me instructions to switch my mobile phone on. An hour later I received a dare. Two hours after that I managed to pluck up the courage to ask him to confirm it, but I had all day Sunday to give it some serious thought.

I began thinking of the future; I wasn't sure what would happen when Pete left school. Things would still be hard for us, but now I realised just how much I loved him. I had tried to give him up, or give him the chance to find someone else. But now I wanted him more than ever, he was the cause of my jumping heart. We would have to be careful at school, and hope those who knew would keep quiet. I loved him and he loved me, right or wrong didn't come into it anymore. I'm sorry but that's how it is.



Gillian Newark's School Tales Ch. 06



So there I was again doing what Pete had dared me to. I felt embarrassed as I stood in front of the class, but at the same time quite aroused. I tried to pick out a few of the boys who Pete and I talked about. I just watched them for any sign of a reaction to what I was wearing. James, Lawrence, and Ian had given me sly glances. Zack was far more open, he gave me the creeps sometimes, and I'm sure the day his hand brushed my backside was no accident. My little tits hung a few inches lower in the blue silk blouse I was wearing. Yes no bra again! I wore a tight navy pencil skirt 4 inches off my knee. It wasn't until I got out of the car that I realised that the suspender clips that held up my white stockings, made visible bumps in the skirt! Still they wouldn't see a panty line because I wasn't wearing any! Again the noise from my high heels had heads turning. The shoes Pete had bought for me, and my make up a little heavier than normal, completed the dare that Pete had set for me. I'm sure Becky was avoiding eye contact with me. It was probably just as well, I don't think I could have showed her an innocent looking face. Now she knew my secret I hoped she would keep it. Zack was slow to leave the morning class; several times I had to tell him to put his mobile phone away. He came round and put his homework on my desk. I was sat with my legs crossed to the side of my chair.

"You look nice today Miss," he said, as he stood next to me.

"Thank you Zack," I mumbled, swallowing hard.

I felt his leg against mine and I pulled them away from him. I pulled my skirt down feeling a little uncomfortable at the way he just stood there. I glanced at him; his eyes were now focused on my knees in the white stockings. I moved my legs under my desk. 

I cleared my throat, "was there anything else Zack?"

"No Miss, I just think you look nice," he said with a smirk.

He moved away and knocked my pen on the floor. It rolled under my desk. 

"I'll get it Miss," he said with a grin.

I watched him go to the front and he bent down going under the desk. I snapped my crossed legs shut. I jumped and gasped as I felt his bare arm rub across my nylon clad shin. It was then I felt his breath on my knee. I jerked my legs back. When he came back up a few seconds later, he held the pen in one hand, and his mobile phone in the other. I sat there feeling my face going red.

"Are you OK Miss, you look a little flushed?"

There was that creepy grin on his face again. I looked down at his phone wondering what he had captured on it.

"Yes, um, I'm fine," I replied with a gulp, as I pulled my blouse together a little more.

He began tapping his phone with his fingers. My eyes were drawn to it. He was teasing me and he knew it. He lent forward on my desk and my eyes followed the phone. I swallowed hard.

"Like I said Miss you look nice, almost, sexy. I'm sure I won't forget today."

He began tapping his phone again. It was so bloody obvious I felt like a frightened rabbit. I watched him lower the phone under my desk again. I tugged my hem down hoping to god that I could cover my stocking tops. 

"Please get out now Zack," I said hurriedly. 

He grinned and lifted the phone up and started walking towards the door. I saw him gazing at the screen.

"Zack, that is, that is your own phone isn't, it?" I stammered, feeling my body tremble with embarrassment.

"Oh yes Miss, nobody sees what's on here apart from me. You won't believe the things I've got on my phone."

I nodded wanting to rip it from his hands and delete everything. His smug grin cut through me, and I felt moisture on my top lip.

"You forgot something Miss."

I felt a cold chill run up my spine, as the meaning of his words registered in my brain. I watched him grin at me and then he looked to his phone. I cringed, as he chuckled and then left. I just hoped it was too dark under my desk to show any real detail. I lifted my hands watching every finger tremble. The creepiest boy in the school now had a picture, or an up skirt video of his teacher! I tried my best to forget about it but it played on my mind all day. 

At lunchtime I was introduced to the new teacher. Freddy was 31 years old 6' 3" tall, black, and quite handsome too. He was staying with Dave and his wife. Dave had told me they were old friends, but now and then I saw a strange look in Dave's eyes. Maybe Dave would lose his tag as the schoolgirl's favourite teacher? Serve him right I thought. Freddy was one of those men who stood in your personal space. His big frame blocked out Dave behind him. His big brown eyes looked deep into mine as we talked. 

"So will you have a drink with us later Gillian?"

It just came out of the blue. I didn't have time to open the excuse book in my head. 

"It will be just a quiet drink after school?"

I saw Dave shake his head slightly like he wanted me to refuse, but how could I? It was just a drink to welcome the new teacher. I nodded seeing Dave's eyes drop in disappointment. 

I had Pete's class after break and I set up a logical thinking problem on the board. I went down to the back of the class, as the students concentrated on solving the puzzle. I stood close to Pete, and his hand trailed up my leg. He stroked the back of my knee, for just a few seconds I was in fantasyland again. Hardily a responsible action from two people trying to keep a secret I know. But for a few seconds it was bloody thrilling! He stayed behind as the class went out for lunch. I wanted to tell him about Zack but I didn't want him getting into a fight, mind you someone fighting over me had a sort of sexual appeal. I began to tidy up the books with a grin on my face.

"You think you are so hot don't you Miss?" he mumbled in my ear.

My grin got wider, "and you don't think I am?"

He pushed me forward and pulled up my tight skirt. I gasped in surprise.

"I dare you to let me finger you Miss?" 

"Go on, just fucking do it," I panted lustfully.

I opened my legs and groaned as he pushed a finger into me from behind. I had to concentrate on holding myself up on shaking arms.

"I dare you to make me come?" I hissed.

"Confirm the dare Miss?"

"Make me come, please Pete?" I mumbled frantically.

His finger worked in and out quiet rapidly. I was moaning and groaning, and at the same time I was straining to hear if anyone was coming down the corridor.

"You're fucking wet Gillian. You hot bitch!" he spat close to my ear.

"Oh I know darling. OH! OH FUCK!" I whispered lustfully.

His fingers became slick with my juices as I struggled to keep from crying out. My legs quaked and my arms were close to giving out. I quickly pushed my glasses back up my nose. Then it started, it was such an intense orgasm I couldn't take much more. I heard footsteps in the distance getting closer. Pete pulled out his finger and the pushed it into my blouse. I nearly shrieked with shock as I felt him smear my own pussy juice over my tits! I just managed to straighten myself up and push my skirt down as the footsteps became louder.

"Don't let me catch you doing that again," I said, loud enough for the approaching person to hear.

"No Miss, sorry Miss," Pete replied, and gave me a little wink and a grin.

"Is everything OK Gillian?"

"Ah yes Freddy, thank you," I replied.

"On your way boy," Freddy said sternly.

"Yes Sir."

I felt hot and excited at the dampness between my legs. Less than a minute ago I had an earth shattering orgasm, and now I was trying to get back in teacher mode. Well you try it with no recovery time? I felt my pussy squelch and tingle, as Mr Douglas escorted me to the teacher's lounge. I was grinning to myself but it must have shown on my face.

"So why do you look so satisfied?" he asked.

I laughed at his choice of words, "oh I'm just feeling pleased with myself, that's all."

I had to remind Becky her stepmother was coming to the parent night, she looked a little shocked for some reason. I suppose it was because it was her stepmother and not her father coming. I chatted to Pete's parents for awhile but I couldn't keep my eyes off their sexy son. I rubbed his shoulder as they filed past.

"See you tomorrow night Pete," I whispered.

Now Becky's stepmother was a little strange. I was trying to tell her Becky was dressing a little too revealing. She told me she could dress how she wanted, and if I didn't like it she would tell the school about Pete! I tried to tell her nothing was going on. I looked at Becky, she must have told her stepmother! This awful woman then asked me how I could stand on my feet all day in high heels. She noticed I was braless too, and then she told me she could see my suspender clips showing through my tight skirt! I was terrified now, what if she told the school about Pete and me?

I was glad to get a couple of wines inside me that night. Freddy was again standing close to me. He had his arm around my shoulder, not that I thought it was a sexual advance, but it just seemed a little odd. Dave seemed nervous and he kept looking at the door, and then she walked in, Dave's wife! I felt awkward and even more uncomfortable. I watched in amazement as she kissed Freddy almost blanking her husband! We stood there, Freddy in the middle, Jess and I either side of him. Jess was all done up in a short little skirt, and her blonde hair clipped up. They tried to get me to go to a nightclub but I declined. Jess was giving Freddy only what I can describe as, sexy grins, and she was leaning into him, as Dave looked on very embarrassed.

"Gillian please, you mustn't tell anyone?"

"What's going on, why is he cuddling your wife like that?" I mumbled in disbelief.

"She used to go out with him, he dumped her, and then she married me," he said, staring into his beer, "she's getting her own back on me now."

I saw them over playing the fruit machine. Freddy was groping Jess's backside, and she had her hand up on his shoulder!

"You ought to say something; you can't let him do that before you know it they'll be."

"Sleeping together? They are he sleeps with her now."

I shook my head not really believing Dave was being such a wimp. 

"She said Freddy was always her first choice, and she would have him back."

"When did she tell you that? When he moved in with you?"

He shook his head, "no the day we got married."

I looked back at the pair of them, they were now kissing and I could see Jess looking lovingly into Freddy's eyes. Then she looked over at Dave and gave him such a mocking grin.

"He used to come back for the holidays and sleep with her. She would cry when he left."

"Look I can't pretend to care too much about you after what happened between us, but why don't you leave her?"

"Oh he'll never leave me. He loves it don't you little white wimp?"

I looked up into her eyes, I didn't realise she had come back to the table. She was grinning down at him like she had won the lottery. I glanced at Dave, he suddenly looked so pathetic, not the man that all the schoolgirls fancied. 

I stood up, "I'm going home, and you two are disgusting."

"Oh what's up Gillian don't you fancy my husband now? Hey we could tie Dave up, and make him watch us have a threesome with Freddy?" she said with a chuckle.

I bumped into Freddy's big frame as he came back from the loo. I had to push my glasses back on my nose. He went to say something, but I shot him an angry look that stopped him with his mouth open.

The next day Becky handed me a piece of paper. I was mortified with what she was wearing, and now the note from her stepmother had me really frightened. Would she really tell the school about Pete, if I moaned about Becky's clothing again? I looked at Becky and anger filled my head. I asked her to stay behind at break time. 

"You little bitch; did you have to do this to me?" I hissed quietly, as I slammed the note down on her desk.

I suppose it wasn't really her fault. But I thought I could trust her, she was my favourite student, and she seemed to cope very well with the work I set for her. Maybe because she had been with Pete I was jealous of that too. Things were getting hard for me at school. The ice queen was having difficultly in controlling her class. Zack would give me dirty leers and I couldn't say anything for fear of what he had. Maybe he had told some of the other kids, or even showed them his phone. But I was being ignored and now the students could see I wasn't as firm as I wanted them to think I was. The only time I felt at ease now was with Pete. Zack walked over to me at the end of the day. He just stood there with his phone in his hand. He moved behind me and I felt his head close to mine. His breath was short and almost gasping. 

"Stop it," I mumbled feebly.

"What's the matter Miss? Getting a little hot are you?"

He chuckled as he showed me the phone. The screen was a little grainy but I could see the video he had taken up my skirt. His hand moved up and squeezed my breast. I just reacted and sent my elbow into his groin! He groaned and stumbled back. I sat in my chair not daring to face him. I really felt very frightened, in case he decided to jump me.

"You'll pay one day for that bitch. I bet your cunt is stuck to the chair," he hissed.

"Get out or I'll report you Zack," I said, trying to keep my voice calm.

"I take it you want me to keep this to myself? What would people think if they knew you came to school without any knickers on? Anyway I bet everyone can probably smell your pussy a mile off!"

He just smiled at me and tapped his phone.

I closed my eyes, "please don't show it to anyone Zack?"

I cringed as his hand slipped into the front of my blouse. He pulled at my breast, and then took his hand out as we heard voices down the corridor.

"Don't worry Miss, just give me a good grade and my phone stays safe," he whispered.

I nodded as he walked to the door.

"Zack don't ever touch me again, or, or I'll report you," I said with a gulp.

"Don't worry Miss, you've got fuck all to grope," he said with a chuckle.

I had shed a few tears over Zack touching me, but I wasn't going to let Pete know. It was my problem not Pete's, and I didn't want anything to spoil our time together. 

I smiled at Pete as he came in. We sat on the couch cuddling, but I had marking to do and I had let it pile up, something I had never done before, but I had never had a reason to let it lapse before now. 

"What are you doing? Pete I've got marking to do, stop it!" I mumbled.

He was under the table and pushing my long skirt up. I felt his head between my legs.

"Please darling, give me an hour to do this?" I grumbled.

"You can carry on marking Miss, but I want to play with you."

I felt him kiss the front of my panties. I was getting wet and fast losing the will to do any work. I dropped the pen I was holding and pulled back the chair. I smiled at his face as it looked up from underneath the table. I stood up and my skirt dropped over his head, I cradled it through my skirt as he pulled my panties down my thighs. His tongue now found my pussy and I gasped. I spread my shaking legs a little further apart. 

"You are so bloody sexy Gillian," he mumbled.

I pulled his head into me through my skirt. One of his fingers pushed into me beside his tongue. I was moaning and concentrating on what he was doing now. I looked down and grinned at Pete's legs and backside that protruded from my skirt. His left hand gripped the back of my thigh, and his lips nibbled on my clit. I was panting hard and pulling his head again.

"Oh hell Pete, why are you so bloody horny all the time?" I grizzled, but not really meaning it.

I felt a second finger in my pussy. He began wriggling them around and I groaned louder. I could feel each digit; it was like they were doing different things. I gripped the chair as a slow orgasm began to escape. Pete was groaning and pushing his fingers in harder. His tongue was flicking my clit with short rapid strokes. My whole body quaked as I finally let my orgasm take control. I gasped and groaned pulling his head even tighter to me, until finally, I had finished.

I smiled as he crawled out from underneath my skirt. He looked incredibly red and hot. He took my hand and sat me back down. I grinned as he placed my pen back in my fingers and kissed the top of my head. 

"Tea?" he asked happily.

I grinned and nodded and then I carried on marking, feeling the wetness between my legs. 

"I want to fuck you later," he said casually, as he put the cup of tea down on the table.

"Oh do you now?" I replied grinning to myself.

He kissed the top of my head again.

"I dare you to sit naked on the couch, with a blindfold on and your hands tied behind your back, and not speak until you come?"

"Confirm the dare?"

"I dare you to sit naked on the couch, with a blindfold on and your hands tied behind your back and not speak until you come?" I repeated.

Nearly an hour past as I sat marking, I would occasionally get up and tease his cock. While I was going to give him sex I wanted to win the dare too. He looked so cute with my silk scarf blindfolding his eyes. I had tied his hands behind his back with a pair of tights. I would get up and hum to myself as I toyed with his cock. Then I would leave him for 10 minutes or so. I did it just enough to keep him hard, but he still didn't speak. I bent down and kissed the tip of his cock. I watched a grin spread over his face. I plunged my mouth over him and he gasped. I sucked hard and worked my tongue over his cock. Then I got up and went and had a bath. 20 minutes later I stood on the couch and pressed my naked fanny to his mouth. He kissed and tongued me for awhile. Then I slid down letting my tits rub over his face.

"Pete, do you want me?" I whispered into his ear.

He nodded, still refusing to speak.

I held his cock and lowered myself onto it. He groaned a little and I watched him swallow. I began moving up and down over his hard dick, rubbing my tits in his face at the same time. I stopped after awhile and fed him my hard nipple. He began sucking on it. I was just about to lower on him and fuck him so he could come when the doorbell went. I ripped the blindfold off his eyes and untied his hands.

"Quick get dressed and slip out the back," I whispered, giving him a quick peck.

I grabbed my dressing gown as Pete stumbled into his clothes. I couldn't pretend I was out as the living room light was on. Pete grabbed his shoes and headed for the kitchen as the door bell went again.

"Just coming!" I called, waiting for Pete to shut the back door.

I took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Hello Gillian, I, I, um I've been thinking, about the other day," Mr Drake mumbled.

"Oh," I responded, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Well the thing is, well I, no we, shouldn't have done that. I do like you, but I don't want a repeat. I've just started seeing a woman. Not that I would be seeing a man you understand? I'm not like that, gay I mean."

I chuckled at his embarrassment and then quickly reprimanded myself. I smoothed my hair down. Poor Mr Drake looked very embarrassed.

"I understand Mr Drake. I hope what happened won't taint our friendship?"

He smiled seeming very relieved, "oh no Gillian, can we just pretend it never happened?"

I nodded and smiled, "I think that would be best."

The next day at school Dave came into the teachers lounge and cornered me.

"Gillian you won't tell anyone? I mean the kids, if they got to hear they would laugh and make my life hell," he mumbled, hardily looking me in the eye.

"Isn't that what your wife and her lover are doing now?"

OK that was cruel, but I just couldn't resist it.

"Please I don't think I could cope if everyone knew," he said, looking over to Maurice who was engrossed in his paper.

"Ruin your image as the schoolgirls favourite you mean. God you are a pathetic little man," I lent forward, "I mean something else too, wimp."




Gillian Newark's School Tales Ch. 06



He backed away looking very red. I watched as the door opened and in came Freddy, he looked at us both giving a little knowing grin.

"Ah your wife's lover has just come in," I whispered.

"Don't push it Gillian, remember you have a secret too," he spat back.

"What's up with that Peter Hardwick? He hasn't spoken one word all morning." Freddy asked.

"That would be the stupid dare game he and some of the others play," Maurice said lowering his paper.

"Oh shit!" I mumbled to myself.

"Bloody stupid, you think they would concentrate on school work now the exams are close," Freddy responded.

I searched the school at lunchtime looking for Pete. OK I didn't expect him to carry on playing the game when we were apart, but I did laugh out loud thinking of teachers trying to get a word out of him. My amusement stopped as I saw him outside the headmaster's office with his father who looked quite angry. 

"Pete can I see you for a moment please?"

"We're waiting to see the headmaster, he won't speak to anyone, he seems to have turned into a bloody monk!" his father growled, "yes go on I'll explain to the headmaster you need him."

Pete followed me to my classroom. I tried to tell him to stop playing but he just grinned at me. OK this was quite ridiculous, but I knew he wouldn't give up. I pushed him into my store cupboard. My hand began rubbing his hard cock, and within a few minutes I was sucking him. He gripped my head as I sucked harder and rubbed faster. I coughed and gagged as he shot down my throat. I swallowed until he was finished, and then we both began to laugh.

"So what are you going to tell the headmaster?" 

"He knows about the dare game. I'll just be told not to be so silly."

We moved out of the store cupboard. 

"Miss I dare you not to wipe that spunk off your blouse?"

"God," I mumbled, looking down at a 2 inch trail on my left breast.

"It'll dry soon Miss, and then it will look just like any stain."

I smiled at him, "confirm the dare."

"Miss, I dare you not to wipe that spunk off your blouse?"

For the rest of the day I had a constant reminder of 10 minutes in my store cupboard. It had dried quickly over ½ an hour, but it was still there on my blouse when I took it off that night.

Pete and I sent a few texts to each other over the next few days. Again they became more and more sexy. The handcuffs arrived through my door early one morning. Why I had agreed to this dare I didn't know. But it sounded so sexy, and Pete assured me he would text me to say he was coming 10 minutes before, so if he had a problem I wouldn't be left overnight. I went shopping one day after school to get the rest of the things he wanted. God this was going to be kinky, but the more I thought about it the more it turned me on. My dare seemed a little tame compared to Pete's, but he complied, and wore his jumper inside out for a whole day on Saturday, much to his sister's annoyance apparently. 

Pete sent me a text to say he would be round in 15 minutes, so I went to the bedroom leaving the front door open. This was part of the dare and probably what I was uncomfortable with the most. No I hadn't learned my lesson, but surely nothing would go wrong with me just blindfolded, tied to the bed, in just stockings and suspenders?

I had draped my red silk scarf over my tingling pussy and my blue scarf was tied around my eyes. I snapped my wrists into the handcuffs, after looping them through the headboard. I wore black stockings with a new red suspender belt, and there I waited, and waited, and waited, for what I thought must have been over half an hour!



Gillian Newark's School Tales Ch. 07



The phone rang downstairs in the hall. I heard the answer phone kick in, and then I heard Pete's agitated voice.

"I can't make it at the moment, I, I'm stuck. I'll be as quick as I can, don't worry."

I began to struggle but it was no use. Even if I had the key I wouldn't have been able to use it. The phone went again around 20 minutes later.

"Don't panic Gillian I'll be there shortly. Dad's car broke down; I'll be about an hour I guess."

No don't panic! Here I am trussed up like a bloody Christmas turkey with my front door wide open!

I began rubbing my head on my arm trying to push the blindfold up. That's when I heard footsteps on the stairs. They were heavy footsteps, like someone in boots. I wriggled harder feeling my heart beating faster. I froze to the spot as I became aware of a strong light shinning through the blindfold. I couldn't speak I didn't know what to say. The light disappeared from the scarf on my eyes. I then felt what I thought was a gloved hand, it slowly moved up my ankle. I jumped.

"Please don't hurt me," I mumbled.

The hand carried on up over my knee and seemed to be slowing down. I winced as the hand began to pull the scarf from my pussy. I tried to shut my legs but my thighs were forced apart.

"Don't, I'll scream!"

I felt a gloved hand now on my blindfold. I was about to see who was stood over me.

"Don't take it off; if you are going to rape me I would rather not see your face."

The hand hesitated but then pulled the blindfold off.

"It's me Gillian sorry, I, I didn't mean to frighten you," Pete mumbled.

I began laughing at him, "I knew it was you, you shouldn't have worn that aftershave I bought you. I could smell it as you came up the stairs."

He grinned back down at me, "I guess I wouldn't make a very good burglar."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to let you loose," he said with a mystified expression.

"Oh no you don't you can finish the job properly," I said with a grin.

He pulled the blindfold over my eyes and moved away. I felt his lips on my feet and he began to kiss up my legs. He kept his gloves on and I felt them move over my thighs onto my pussy. I was breathing quite hard now and I opened up for him. I felt his tongue between my legs and I gasped. I had this rather strange but excited feeling as I pulled on my wrist. Just being unable to get free seemed to intensify my aroused state. With what had happened with Kelvin the brute I mentioned, I didn't think this would turn me on. But then again that was different I suppose. I tugged at the cuffs again as Pete became more assertive. He began pulling on my nipples with his gloved fingers. 

"Do it harder," I panted.

"What like this Miss, sorry Gillian?"

"No call me Miss," I spat.

He pulled harder making me wince. My mouth hung open and his tongue slipped in.

"No I don't like that," I mumbled, as I tasted myself.

"I don't give a fuck, Miss," he growled.

"Oh why not, tell me why you don't care?"

"Because you are a stuck up bitch of a teacher, and me and the guys want to teach you a lesson!" he spat in my ear.

"How many are there, how many of you?"

He pushed his cock into me and I winced. I began bucking up onto him.

"You just have to count the cocks as they spunk up you, Miss," he hissed jabbing hard.

I was thrusting up onto him, and pulling on my handcuffs at the same time. He yanked on my nipple again, and I let out a little yelp.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?"

"Don't say sorry you are in charge," I grumbled.

He began fucking harder, and his mouth covered mine again. I tried to get his tongue out of my mouth but he forced it in further! I really didn't want him kissing me after he had licked my pussy, but I guess it also got me even hornier!

"This will teach you for dressing like a slut, and teasing all the boys won't it?"

"God yeah," I cried.

Pete was being very aggressive and it really got to me. We were both panting hard and I was close to coming. I yanked hard on the cuffs again and this sent me over the edge. Pete put his hand on my mouth, I don't know whether it was because I was screaming, or because he was improvising, but the smell of leather really got to me. I began forcing myself even further up against him, as I did I pulled harder on my wrist. I felt him tense and knew he was now shooting deep into me. I clung to the rail of the headboard and groaned into his hand. Finally I relaxed my body and just sunk back panting and recovering.

He untied the blindfold and released my hands. 

"Can we do that again sometime?" he asked, looking a little sheepish.

I just nodded not really wanting him to think I was too eager, but deep down I wanted it again, right now!

For those of you that think this is a little out of character for me. Well I suppose it was, but I really thought Pete and I were soul mates. I trusted him and doubts I had early on in our relationship had evaporated. My shyness about sexual matters had again disappeared just because I was with Pete. I think his attitude helped too, as he seemed keen to try anything and everything.

"I dare you to make me do something else, something just as risky, you horrible man?" I said with a grin.

He kissed my forehead, "well I suppose I still haven't finished with you yet. But it isn't my turn."

"I'm daring you to make me do something else, so it's really my dare," I replied.

20 minutes later I stared back into the mirror. Pete had made me plaster my lips in lipstick. When I didn't do it right he grabbed my lipstick and just drew a circle around my lips. When he had finished it was all over my lips and mouth, like the kids do with mummy's lipstick when they play dress up. I put on my long black calf length coat, and he handcuffed my wrists behind my back. I felt so horny and so scared as my high heels sunk in the rain soaked grass. I could feel the cold wind blowing up my coat and licking my stockings and bare pussy. He marched me over to the tree in the darkness. I didn't look back at the row of houses. I just hoped he was right when he said nobody would be walking their dog in the driving rain.

"Pete you can't undo my coat, please, not out here?"

He didn't stop from freeing the buttons. He even pulled my coat off my shoulders. So there I was handcuffed and naked, apart from my overcoat, high heels, and black stockings.

"What does that say on your tits?" 

I looked down at the big red letters that he had scribbled with my lipstick.

"Cock whore," I groaned lustfully.

"Well get on with it slut," he hissed, with a lust filled look in his eye.

I slipped uneasily to my knees, feeling them sink into wet muddy puddle that must have been 3 inches deep! 

His hard dick was inches from my mouth now. I had to try and catch his cock in my badly painted lips. He grabbed a handful of wet hair and pushed me on his cock. My shoulders could feel cold rain bouncing off of them, and trickling down my back and breasts. I really don't know what turned me on so much. But everything seemed to have some wonderful horny effect on me. 

I sucked eagerly trying to make him come as quick as possible, but suddenly he pulled out of my mouth.

"No this time this is for you," he groaned.

He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to my feet, pushing me back against the tree. 

"Pete what are you doing?" I said, in a quiet but panicking voice. 

I looked into his eyes and just gasped in shock. Two handfuls of wet cold mud and grass squashed onto my naked breasts!

"Oh fucking hell!"

"Shush," he mumbled back.

I felt the cold dirt slip down my quivering breasts, and then I felt him pull a stocking away from my leg. Another handful of mud and grass slid on my leg trapped by the stocking, that Pete just let go of! He repeated it again this time with my other stocking. Then he pulled off my shoes. He made me stand on a real muddy patch. I could feel mud, wet grass, and cold water filter through my toes! I was shaking with cold and excitement at the same time, but I just wanted to climax so bad it was hurting. He went down on his knees and began kissing and sucking my pussy. 

I could see the lights from the houses in the distance about 500 yards away! All those people making cups of tea, sandwiches for work, or washing up, in all of those kitchen windows I was gazing at. If they looked through those rain soaked windows now, would they make out the couple by the tree, doing something so sexy and wonderful?

I began clawing at the ground with my toes, forcing the mud and grass through my stockings. Everything I did was such a turn on, this was sex with Mother Nature, and it really fucking worked! 

Pete was tonguing me hard now, and his finger, no sorry fingers seemed to be ripping me open! I couldn't last much longer but I wanted it to. I was torn between getting off, and getting back to the safety of my four walls, and making this wonderful experience last as long as it could.

Rain, mud, cold, all over my body and in my stockings, handcuffs pinning my hands behind me, my coat hanging heavy with the water it had soaked up pulling off my arms, and Pete, of course Pete, it all just sent me into heaven. I couldn't help it I shrieked and yelled, I cried and shook. My orgasm just didn't want to stop, and nor did Pete.

"Please no more Pete?" I whimpered.

I felt the cuffs slacken on my wrists, and the next thing I knew was Pete pulling my hands behind the tree!

"Oh god what are you doing now!" I hissed.

My eyes shot to the houses. I just prayed we hadn't been noticed. I was now handcuffed to the tree. My coat dragging down off my arms and my mud stained tits exposed to the world! Pete pressed against me forcing his lips onto my mouth. I eagerly received his kiss, but now I was feeling very frightened. 

"We have to go, what if, what if someone comes here?" I stammered

Pete ignored me. He picked up more mud and showed it to me. I watched it drip through his fingers. I whimpered and jumped as the cold dirt was pressed to my bare tits again. I pressed myself back against the tree feeling the wet bark on my bare back. I watched Pete dig up a massive handful of soil in two hands. I shook my head as he again showed it to me. 

"Please, we've got to go darling," I mumbled.

My eyes opened wide as he lowered the mud, and then pressed it onto my belly! I squealed and jerked as my already cold stomach felt wet, slimy, mud smear all over it. The rain that hammered down on my shoulders and breasts just added to the erotic feel of everything. I found myself savouring the occasional hard rain dropped that scored a direct hit on my nipples. Even though I felt so incredibly aroused, the thought of getting caught tied naked to a tree, covered in mud and my soaked and mud stained stockings, began to terrify me. 

Pete pushed a finger deep in my aching pussy, and I watched in disbelief as he held his phone to his ear!

"Well I've completed the dare mate. She's tied to the tree, so you and the others can come and take some photos."

My mouth hung open in total shock.

"Steve, Lawrence, and Robbie will be here in ½ an hour. I've finished with you now, but I just might have one last fuck. Then you'll belong to them, I'm sure you'll get used to this sort of thing. All the photos will be all over the school tomorrow."

I watched him put his phone away, and despite everything, I let him shove his cock into me. 

"Have I been a good slag?" I whimpered.

"Not bad, still it's someone else's turn now. I completed my dare. You know you'll soon become the school slut don't you?"

I nodded resigned to my fate, "did you enjoy it Pete?"

He sneered at me as he jabbed in harder, "I've had better, Miss."

"Will, will you fuck me again though, please?" I begged.

"No never."

"I love you," I mumbled.

I felt his hand slap lightly across my wet tits. I gasped and jumped as my legs buckled.

He began humping me harder. I knew he wouldn't take long to shoot. He groaned nibbling my ear, as I panted and gasped to another orgasm!

I hoped the flash from the camera wouldn't draw attention from the houses. My coat was pulled open and the camera flashed again. I looked up into the grinning face.

I felt the handcuffs slip off my wrists. I slumped forward away from the tree. I was pulled upright by my hair and the handcuffs locked again behind my back. He stopped and again pushed me to my knees. I knelt up slipping a few times, on the muddy ground. There it was his hard cock and his hand pumping it. He came within seconds grunting through gritted teeth. I felt every spurt of hot spunk he produced. It warmed my face until it mixed with the rain. I just looked up feeling the wind and rain wash spunk down my cheeks and chin. God knows what I looked like but I didn't care. This was pure sex at its best. Not for everyone I know, but for the two people trying to slip back to the house unnoticed, it was delightfully good, and delightfully sexy!

We lay in towels together after sharing a hot bath.

"Gillian, do want to have sex with anyone else?" 

I rolled on top of him smiling at his worried frown.

"No darling I don't, it was just a fantasy and that is how it will stay. You are more than enough for me, and I love you too much to go with anyone else."

"Even though I ruined your coat?"

"Maybe next time you should march me over there naked?" I said with a chuckle.

The next day at school I gave my class my usual speech about this being the most important week of their lives. Exams and revision would now take the place of most of the usual school work. I told Pete he must concentrate now on his future, I wanted him to stop seeing me until the exams had finished. He didn't want to, but he realised I was doing this for his own good. I watched him in the playground from my classroom window at lunchtime. He and a few others seemed to wander off. I knew it was their little dare club. I walked away from the window as they went out of sight.

"Gillian can I have a word?"

I looked at Dave he seemed a little sheepish again.

"I thought, we thought you might like a drink, after work I mean."

"No I don't want to drink with you and him," I mumbled, as I began to tidy some books up.

"My wife will be there," he mumbled.

"Oh and who's arm will she be on? Look you really have to tell him to leave you alone."

"It's not as simple as that, please will you come?"

I straightened up and turned to face him, "for what exactly?"

"Just for a drink and then maybe back to my house, Gillian I wouldn't ask you to, to do anything," he mumbled again.

I walked up to him and stared him in the eye. He could barely look at me. 

"If I did come what would they think?"

I could see he was getting flustered now.

"So would they want to play a little game perhaps? It must be torture for you seeing them go up to bed every night? But you like that don't you? Would they sit and hold hands, or maybe have a little kiss and a laugh at you?"

I looked at his wedding ring.

"Would I be allowed to laugh at you for being such a wimp?"

He swallowed hard as I moved closer.

"Could I tease you too? After what you said to me, would you like me to tell them how useless you were in bed?"

He nodded.

"You know I could be a real bitch. Would you like to go down on your knees and kiss my feet in front of them?" I purred.

"Would you do that?"

"Get on your knees now, right here in my class wimp!" I hissed.

I could see his face going red but slowly he got to his knees. 

"Don't you dare look up at me you wimp? You are a wimp aren't you?" I said in a real mocking tone.

"Yes, I, I am," he groaned.

"You know it's a real shame the classroom isn't full of kids. They could watch you and laugh, as I teased you about Freddy fucking your wife!"

"They talk about getting married and, and having kids," he said, with big emotional eyes.

"Oh dear that must be hell for you?" I whispered, "but it sort of turns you on doesn't it?"

He nodded and swallowed hard.

"You're hard aren't you little white wimp? You know perhaps I could tease and torment you after the divorce. Wouldn't that be fun, huh?" I purred.

He began panting at my words.

"So will you come, tonight?" he asked.

"No fucking way. Go and play your own sick little game, or have the balls to throw him out! Be a man for god sake!" I snapped, as I turned and left him still kneeling on the floor.

I was still angry as I walked out into the playground. Then I saw Becky talking to Pete. It just seemed to make things worse. I wanted to grab him away from her. I feared I was going to lose him to her. She was pretty and she was getting quite a reputation. Those long legs and big boobs seemed to attract everyone! I couldn't compete with her on any level. OK they were just talking, but why couldn't she talk to Della? Why couldn't Pete talk to his mates? I went back inside still cursing her in my head. I didn't want to upset her, well not so close to the exams. But Pete would fall for her charms sooner or later. He had before and despite what he said I was worried. I sat in the staffroom feeling quite low. Maybe I should just trust him, but I was so used to being let down by men, that I couldn't help feeling jealous and a little envious. 

"Miss, would you help me Miss?"

I looked over my shoulder to see Pete stood in the doorway. I had a free period that afternoon but I was very surprised to see him. I watched in shock as he put a rose on my desk. 

"Pete what is this?"

"Shush," he mumbled quietly.

He bent down and kissed my lips. I was shocked but ready to respond until I heard a chuckle in the corridor. I realised then that this was probably a dare. I was angry with him, and despite the anxious look on his face I slapped him.

"Oh fuck," I heard someone whisper, and then a giggle.

Feet ran down the corridor as I rushed to the door. I slammed it shut.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" I hissed as quietly as I could.

He stood rubbing his cheek, "it was just a dare Gillian."

"Miss," I snapped.

"It was just a dare Miss, I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"Couldn't you have refused to do it? Do you know how stupid that was?" I growled.

"Sorry, but I would have lost."

I moved back as he went to touch my shoulder. 

"Was I just a dare Pete?"

"The apple thing was a dare Miss, I told you."

"Get out!"

"No Miss it was just a dare to start with."

"Silence you, you!" I yelled.

He stood waiting with a frightened look on his face. I slumped in my chair behind my desk. I couldn't believe this it was ruining everything.

"How much of it was a dare?" I groaned.

"Just the apple, and the pie, but."

"No buts Pete, I was a dare that means people knew. How could you do this to me? Did the dare include getting in my knickers as well?"

"N, no, but, I had to, I had to take a photo, of, of your bedroom too. I had to ask to go to the loo, and."

I felt an arm round my shoulder and I shrugged it away. 

"You took a picture of my bedroom, to show your stupid friends? What else? What else did you do that was a dare?"

"It's not a dare now Miss I swear its not! Miss I love you now."

"Save it Pete, go and tell your friend's what a lousy fuck I was. Go and tell them everything. I bet you have already haven't you? You bastard get out! Get out of my classroom; I never want to see you again!" I screamed.

That night I sat crying my eyes out. This was the end of my stupid little dream. To think I could have been happy with Pete was a huge mistake. What would happen when he left school? It would have been easier but his parents would have gone up the wall. No this was for the best; I didn't need some stupid young man. I would just go back into my shell. Maybe I could get Diane or Maria to set me up with someone?

I sat in the pub with Diane; this was it this was my only way to get over Pete. Find someone to fuck, and so what if he's a little drunk? I could find a nice guy at some point, surely that wasn't too much to ask?




Gillian Newark's School Tales Ch. 07



"You wouldn't know what it's like to be dominated, and play our little dare game," I mumbled into my glass.

"Look why don't you tell him you love him still?" Diane said.

"He's nearly 19 and I'm 29. I'm his school teacher; do you think his parents would let us date?"

"So you wouldn't be his teacher after the exams," Diane mumbled, as she looked over to the group of men again.

"Becky wears such sluttish clothes I can't compete with that."

I left the pub to go home. I couldn't get Pete out of my head. Had I overreacted at school earlier that day? Or was the cheap wine now clouding my judgement? 

I ran my fingers through the silk scarf he had given me. He was always giving me little presents and all I could do was moan when he made a mistake! I pulled out the bottom drawer, and cuddled his school jumper that I had never given back to him. I cried again wanting to phone him, but now would he want to hear from me? I was just a sad lonely woman who always made mistakes with men. No Pete and I were finished and I had to come to terms with it. 

After all, I was just a dare.



Gillian Newark's School Tales Ch. 08



"Who is it?" I called, from behind my front door.

Just hearing Pete's voice had my head in a spin. I pulled open the door and dragged him inside. 

"Pete it's not even 6 yet, what are you doing here?"

"I've come to tell you something. I really love you, and I know you hate me for what happened yesterday. But I promise I wasn't doing things just because of the dare. Will you give me one more chance? I swear I'll be more careful in future."

I stretched up cuddling him round his neck, "god you are freezing, how long have you been out there?"

"About an hour, I waited for your light to go on. I didn't want to scare you."

"What will your parents think? I mean an hour out there in just a shirt, and at this time of the morning!"

"They think I stayed at Steve's house last night."

"Why didn't you knock on the door you stupid fool?" I said, rubbing his cold arms.

"Will you forgive me?"

I nodded and grinned through my tears, "come on, come up to bed for an hour lets get you warmed up."

He smiled wiping his own tears away.

"And not like that either," I said, as I took his hand and led him up to bed.

We cuddled and held each other, talking about what would happen now. I couldn't believe he loved me enough to wait outside until I woke up. He told me about the dares and what he and the others did. To be honest I was a little shocked at some of the things they dared each other to do. I know this is really hard for you to understand. But Pete held my emotions in his hand. He could crush them or stroke them, either way I loved him. I suppose I was prepared to forgive him anything, and now he was stroking my curls with his fingers pressing them to my neck. I loved being touched and stroked, not that it had happened very much. But whatever Pete did had my body tingling. I slipped under the sheets and began kissing his cock.

"I thought you said no sex?"

"Do you want me to stop?" I said with a grin.

He looked down at me and gave me a smile, and then he pulled the bed covers back over my head. I started moving over his hard dick licking my tongue around the head. I could hear him groan like he was enjoying it. I tried to take him as far into my mouth as I could. He moaned again which encouraged me. I let his cock slip out of my mouth and then I began to kiss his balls. My little hand pumped his cock. I could feel his legs stretching and moving around. He was close to shooting now as my hand worked faster. The covers disappeared off my head and he gasped.

"That looks so fucking sexy," he mumbled.

I continued to wank him, and positioned my mouth and inch from the tip of his cock. Hot cream spurted from his cock over my face and into my mouth. I just let it hit the roof of my mouth and trickle back out over his stomach.

"God that's incredible," he said panting hard.

I could feel his spunk on my chin and I looked up at him showing him. 

"Christ Gillian that is so bloody horny."

I scooped it off my chin, and I began to rub it into his still pulsing erection. His head went back onto the pillow and he grunted and gasped.

"Have you got any exams today?" I shouted from the bathroom.

"Na, not today," he called back.

"Why don't you stay here, you look awfully tired?" I asked from the bedroom door.

"Will you bunk off too?"

"I'd love to but I can't."

"You don't mind me staying here then, alone I mean?" 

"No I can pick something up for tea on the way home. Please stay with me tonight Pete? I hate the thought of being away from you," I mumbled lowering my head.

"What do I tell mum?"

"Tell her you're staying with your girlfriend, and you are going to fuck her brains out," I said with a giggle, "no you are right of course, sorry I shouldn't have asked."

"I'll get Steve to cover for me, if you want?"

I smiled at his reflection in the mirror. He got out of bed and cuddled me from behind. I let him kiss my neck savouring the feel of his warm lips. I reached behind my back and gripped the tent pole that was rubbing in between the cheeks of my backside.

"God you're always ready for it!" I said with a chuckle.

"Have we got time?"

"No we haven't I'll be late for school. Find me something to wear while I jump in the bath."

"Is that a dare Miss?"

He looked away like he had said something wrong, or he was waiting for another outburst.

"Yes that is a dare. Find me something to wear, anything."

I knew by his grin that I was leaving myself wide open. 

I stood in front of him 20 minutes later in a red blouse, black skirt 4 inches off my knee, black stockings, my red suspender belt, and my sexy black court shoes.

"Are you really going to send me to school looking like this?" I asked, as I moved forward and stretched up to kiss him.

He nodded. I crushed my body against his, and a finger traced down my suspender strap. I began to lightly pull his cock. He was still naked and still erect.

"Yeah, why shouldn't you go to school looking sexy?"

"But what if someone comes onto me Pete?" I said with a teasing grin, "I mean all those sexy teachers, and sexy boys, what if they wanted sex with me?"

"Oh Jesus, I'm going to come," he panted.

I stopped and moved away. I could see he looked a little shocked.

"I dare you to finish yourself off right now?"

"It's not your turn."

I began pulling his dick again. I even bent down and swirled my tongue around his cock head. Then I slowly pulled my hand away.

"I haven't got any underwear on, so I think I'm entitled to an extra dare. Besides you will enjoy it I'm sure."

"Confirm the dare?"

"I dare you to finish yourself off right now?"

He began pulling himself. But he looked quite embarrassed for some reason. I slowly inched up my skirt watching his eyes light up as my stocking tops came into view. I moved forward and lifted my leg, and then I started rubbing my stocking leg over his cock.

"Oh hell Gillian!" he grunted.

I pushed him back on the bed and slipped off my right shoe. I put it over the head of his cock and he came instantly. 

"Oh fucking hell!" he panted.

I went to get a tissue when he had finished, so I could wipe my shoe out. Pete pulled it out of my hand.

"I dare you to leave it in there, and wear the shoes to school?"

I stared up into his eyes. I couldn't believe he had asked that. I looked down at my shoe and the white puddle that was in the toe part. I shook my head a little. I looked back into his eyes. He waited for me to refuse, he seemed confident that I would.

"Confirm the dare?" I asked faintly.

"I dare you to leave it in there, and wear the shoes to school, sexy?"

I sat on the bed and handed him my shoe. I whimpered as he slipped it on my foot. I could feel the sticky wetness mash into my toes through my stocking, and on the ball of my foot. I gulped a little. Perhaps he would call me back to change my stockings and shoes? He didn't, I stood at the front door reaching up to open it. His hand cupped my breasts. I turned and gave him a long passionate kiss. I didn't want to leave him but I had to. Even so I had a reminder to take to school that day, a wet reminder in my shoe, and up my skirt!

I saw Becky come in and I couldn't believe what she was wearing. OK I had a shoe full of sticky spunk, and I didn't have any underwear on, but she was dressed more like a prostitute than the schoolgirl. She could barely keep her breasts from falling out, and she now had a tattoo on her tit! The boys seemed to lap it up but this wasn't an ordinary lesson this was an exam. Half way through I suddenly caught a glimpse if her naked pussy as she concentrated on her exam paper. I had to say something after the exam. A thought ran through my head about her and Pete. I was still jealous of her, and I wondered if she was still after him. 

I marched Becky down to the headmaster's office. She wasn't wearing a bra or panties, and her breast kept popping out of her blouse! I tried to explain to Mr Hobson the headmaster, that she would put the other students off their exams. I had tried to reason with her but now she looked frightened. For some reason she was defending herself to the limit. I had to yell at her to stop interrupting me, but she had a very determined look in her eye. It was almost as if she was going to say something that I would regret! Mr Hobson wasn't much help. I could see him sneakily eyeing up her stocking tops that her hem didn't even hide! Eventually he asked me to leave. I wanted him to send her home to change, but awhile after I saw her going to the playground. I was summoned back to the headmaster's office. I stood in disbelief as he explained to me that Becky had told him about Pete and me. I felt numb and shocked.

"You know I have to tell his parents, and the school board Gillian?"

"But he's 18 for god sake, can't you over look it? Please just this once can't you keep it to yourself?"

"You know you'll never get a teaching job again? I can't even guess at what some of the parents would do. I've seen this before, only it was a male teacher the last time. Do you know he was beaten up by mothers as their husbands held him down?"

I looked up at him in shock. I could cope with name calling, and maybe being spat at but being beaten up! But Pete wasn't under age surely that would count for something?

"I believe they painted his house with filthy words. I suppose you would get the same treatment Gillian. Could you really put up with being kicked and spat at?"

I felt tears roll down my cheeks. Just when I had everything straightened out that bitch had ruined it! I thought of Pete at home, how could I tell him this? I didn't want it to end like this, fuck I didn't want it to end at all! I felt a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"You know Gillian, Becky told me something else."

I ignored him for a moment. I was too busy trying to think of a way out of this.

"She told me you didn't have a bra or panties on, and you are wearing stockings." 

I turned away, not really sure what my lack of underwear had to do with anything at the moment.

"I'm a strong believer in discipline Gillian. You have done wrong, and you need to be punished."

I nodded, but it wasn't until I felt his hand on my backside, that I realised he was going to do the punishing! I stood there as he stroked my backside, and his tongue licked the back of my neck. I shuddered as the 60 year old headmaster cupped my breasts.

"It will stay a, a secret, won't it?" I stammered.

I felt his large nose on the back of my head. I closed my eyes in disgust as he sniffed my hair.

"Oh yes Gillian, all you have to do is bend over my desk, and hold your skirt up. Do you want to keep this just between us? Maybe you could cope with being beaten or having all your hair cut off, it happened once to a female teacher in America I think." 

"What are you going, going to do?" I asked, wishing I hadn't.

"You need spanking Gillian," he said, as he kissed my ear.

I cringed at the thought of him slapping me. I just wanted to tell him to go to hell. I wanted Pete to protect me from this horrible man. I wanted to tell him I'd take my chances with the authorities. But this was a lifeline, surely I could put up with a few moments pain for his silence?

"Oh that's so good Gillian," he groaned, as I bent over his desk showing him my bare backside.

He took a deep breath and an unbelievably sharp pain stung my backside. I winced and jumped but I didn't scream out. Another loud slap echoed around the room. I could feel such intense humiliation rush through me. I just stayed bent over his desk holding my tight skirt up for him. My ass felt hot and sore. He seemed to spread his palm over every inch of my fleshy backside. I wasn't counting the slaps but I was sure he was in double figures. With each hard slap he would grunt, not in exertion but in some perverted lust filled way. 

"Please that's enough now, please stop?" I begged.

"Just 10 more Gillian," he mumbled. 

"Oh god no, I can't take that many!"

A stinging slap landed and this time I screeched. I began counting them down taking each one as a step nearer the end. When the last one landed I tried to straighten up. A hand was on my back forcing me to the desk. Then I heard several grunts and I felt his cock push into my pussy.

"No you said just a spanking!" I yelled.

"Shush Gillian or you'll attract attention," he grumbled.

I just stayed there bent over hoping to god he would shoot quickly. I could feel his fingers digging into my hips. He pulled me back and thrust forward at the same time. My eyes focused on his teaching certificates, but I couldn't see one for dirty old bastard. I felt a hand force its way into my blouse, and I watched a button roll across the desk and over the edge onto the floor. 

"Please just hurry up will you?" I grizzled.

He was breathing hard through his nose. He pulled harder on my nipple making me cry out. He seemed to chuckle as he caused me pain.

"We are going to have so much fun next term Gillian."

What the hell did that mean!

"You are going to be my tart. Once a week we'll have a spanking session then we'll end up like this."

"That wasn't the deal!" I shrieked.

He grabbed both my hips again and rammed into me forcing air out of my lungs. I felt his left hand push into my stocking top.

"You are in no position to bargain Gillian. Ugh!"

I felt his cock twitch deep inside of me. I struggled to get away I didn't want him shooting in me. He just increased his grip on my hips. I'm sure I could feel his fingers piercing my skin. He collapsed forward with a final thrust. His horrible body was now trapping me to his desk. I could smell his sweat and feel his panting in my hair. His tongue snaked into my ear. I twisted away, this time managing to get out from under him. 

"Remember what I know Gillian, next term you will belong to me."

I stood out in the corridor looking out of the window in a daze. I saw Becky down by the wall. She was getting fucked by 4 or 5 of the school boys! After what I had been through she was out there with them! I hated her even more now. Did she think that the headmaster would tell me to resign? Was that her plan to get me away from Pete? It would leave her clear to move in for him. I waited by the girls toilets for her. My ass was stinging like hell and she saw me rubbing it. I could see by the look on her face she knew something about what I had gone through. I barred her way to the toilets.

"Straight to class you little bitch!" I hissed in her ear.

"I need the loo Miss, please let me go Miss?"

"Your exam starts in two minutes, if you go in there I won't let you out in time," I spat.

"You can't do that!" she shrieked.

I narrowed my eyes.

"Watch me, I saw you by the wall Becky. You deserve to sit in it!"

I marched her to the classroom and shoved her in. I closed the door on her. I suppose I was being a little unfair, she was my star pupil for most of the term. But she had put my job in jeopardy, and more importantly, my love life! I went silently to the staffroom my ass was beginning to calm down now. But I had stopped off in the toilets and saw red hand marks. I felt ridges too, where he had used such force. I just hoped it would fade away before I went home to Pete. Maurice was over by the corner he hadn't heard me come in. I remember his 50th birthday party. He had got quite drunk and pinned me against a wall. He kissed me hard and rubbed his hand between my legs. It all happened in a matter of seconds. He was deeply embarrassed afterwards, and I told him to just forget it. But now there he was alone by the window playing with his cock! I slammed the door causing him to jump. I heard giggling from outside and I rushed to the open window. Sabrina was outside doing up her blouse.

"Perhaps Miss Newark will finish you off Sir?"

Maurice sat back in the chair and began to cry. He looked so ashamed of what he was doing.

"It's all her fault she's a right bitch."

I didn't have much sympathy for Maurice, but let's just say I could understand what he was going through.

"She makes me do it. Every time she comes to the window, I can't help it Gillian. I'm such an old fool."

I gave him a tissue and waited for him to continue.

"She saw me, staring at her tits once. She just opened her top and pulled her bra up. Before I knew it I was kissing them. She was laughing at me. She, she made me jerk myself off. We have this arrangement she exposes herself and I, I, well I give her money."

I didn't wait to hear anymore. I went down to the garden and there she was smoking a cigarette. I had known this day would come sooner or later. But now I was ready to deal with it.

"What do you want Miss, need some help with Asshole Appleby?"

She was confident now and blew a big plume of smoke at me. I pulled the cigarette from her and threw it in the dirt. She looked a little shocked but in front of her two friends she wasn't going to let me intimidate her.

"I hear your father gets out of prison next year. How is he Sabrina?"

She swallowed not expecting this from me.

"You shut up about my dad," she snapped.

"Oh why is that Sabrina? Don't you want your friends to know?"

"I mean it you shut up you cow!" 

She looked quickly to her friends, and then she turned back to me.

"Perhaps you should leave Mr Appleby alone, or maybe I could tell your friends here our little secret?"

"You fucking keep quiet, or, or dad will sort you out."

She looked even more nervous now. This was her final threat; it was all she had left. I moved close to her ear.

"Sabrina what could your father do to me, that he hasn't done before? Should I show your friends the scar he left on my side? They can already see the one on my face. Perhaps I'll tell them how I got it."

She was shaking with worry. This was always our secret, and she couldn't bear the thought of people knowing I had dated her brute of a father. I promised never to tell anyone and so far I had kept my word. I wasn't the one who put him away, that was his next girlfriend. I had kept quiet, right or wrong I hadn't said a word.

"Please don't say anything?" she whispered.

"Then you'll leave Mr Appleby alone Sabrina?"

She nodded.

"Come on I'm bored of Appleby anyway," she said to her friends.

I didn't know Sabrina was his daughter. He told me he had a daughter and that his wife had left them. I felt sorry for him until he started abusing me. Maybe I could have straightened out Sabrina if her father had been OK? But I guess he was the cause of her bad behaviour anyway. The day we came face to face for the first time she looked horrified. I was quite shocked too. It was then that she really tried to intimidate me, she didn't want her dad dating the ice queen it was bad for her image. I watched her during the exam I was overseeing late that morning. She was trying hard I could see that, but she would quickly give up, she always did when school work taxed her. She was struggling with a question. The boy next to her dropped his pen, it rolled towards Sabrina's desk. I walked down the opening to get it. I quickly glanced at Sabrina's work. I picked up the pen and gave it to the boy; his head went back to his exam paper. I tapped Sabrina on the shoulder and showed her 3 fingers. As I got back to my seat she was staring at me confused. I flexed 3 fingers again showing her. She looked back to her paper then it seemed to dawn on her. She scribbled away and then looked back at me almost giving me a smile, and then she returned to her exam. OK I wasn't supposed to do this. I would get kicked out if anyone found out. Maybe she shouldn't have needed help, but we all do from time to time, don't we? On the way out she gave me a faint smile.

"Sabrina are we going to, you know?" one of her friends asked.

"No I'm going to find Tommy and see if he'll date me again."




Gillian Newark's School Tales Ch. 08



"But you said?"

Sabrina looked at me. "No things are going to change; I need Tommy to help me revise."

Sabrina and I grinned at each other, as her friends looked a little mystified.



Gillian Newark's School Tales Ch. 09



I spent lunchtime watching Dave and Freddy. I could see the subtle way in which Dave was ordered about by his wife's lover. It was less obvious to those who didn't know. They both caught me grinning at them as Dave was asked to get Freddy a coffee. Dave moved next to me to pour the coffee.

"Still there is he?" I asked quietly.

I didn't look at Dave but I'm sure his eyes were burning into me. I just grinned at my book. I had gone through all sorts of emotions that day, but I felt I had made a little headway. I had for the moment kept my affair with Pete a secret, and I think Sabrina was going to straighten herself out. 

I went down to the garden looking at the flowers that were in full bloom. I phoned Pete and his voice gave me an even bigger lift. I wandered around smelling all the different perfumes from the flowers. I talked to my lover while school kids ran around oblivious to me. 

"What are you doing?" I asked quietly.

"I'm just cleaning up for you. How's school today?"

I wasn't going to tell him the truth, "OK, same as usual. I just wish I was there with you."

"God so do I. I just want to be in bed with you right now. Just kissing you and kissing you between the legs."

I giggled down the phone, the thought of all these kids running around, and I was having a sexy conversation right in the middle of them!

"Play with yourself, imagine it's me doing it?"

"I am already Gillian. I want you here kissing my cock. You could have come home for lunch."

"Yeah but all those sexy teachers are here," I laughed.

"You don't fancy any of them do you?"

"Um now let me see, Freddy is nice, tall and black. I bet he's quite domineering too."

"Yeah you want a big black cock in you then?"

I could hear him panting a little. I knew this was turning him on, and it amused me. I didn't fancy Freddy but just talking dirty to Pete had gotten me wet. The air was circulating around my bare pussy, and licking my stocking covered legs. All the time the school kids were milling around in their own little world, and I was in mine.

"Jason and Jimmy put that boy down!" I yelled.

I watched as the boy was dumped onto a garden bench. 

"Sorry Miss," Jimmy called.

My mind turned back to Pete. I began flicking stones back into the flowerbed with my foot. I remembered why my toes felt stuck together.

"I bet he's got a big dick Gillian."

I smiled at the thought of teasing Pete some more.

"I wonder if he's as big as you. I bet he is," I mumbled in hushed tones.

"You do fancy him don't you?"

"No darling it's you I want. I love you Pete."

"Yeah, you really do? But I bet you wonder about how big he is? Do you reckon you could take his cock in you?"

I laughed again, "well what do you think? Hey maybe I could try him just once, you know sort of compare the two of you."

"You randy tart!" he gasped.

"I think he'd fuck me. Oh those big black hands running over my body and that big black something else!"

"He would fuck your ass I bet," Pete mumbled with a gasp.

"Yeah I bet he would," I purred,

"Oh fuck Gillian," he panted. 

"Have you done it yet honey?"

"No keep talking, sexy talk," he grumbled.

I giggled again, "about Freddy fucking me?"

"Yeah, go on tease me!"

"Hey Freddy and I have both got a free. Maybe I'll bend over a little too far, right in front of him. You made me come to school with no underwear. I bet he loves stockings too. Do you think I should let him see my stocking tops? Hell why don't I just rip my blouse off, hitch my skirt up, and offer it to him on a plate?" 

"Oh fuck Gillian I'm going to....."

"I've still got your spunk in my shoe. My toes have stuck together. Maybe I should take my stocking off and suck it right in front of him. I think he would like that, especially if I fingered myself in front of him too! Would you like that? Would you like to see your lover with another man?"

I paused as two girls walked by. My pussy was dripping down my legs, and my little nipples were as hard as bullets.

"I'd suck him off through my spunky stocking. Then I'd straddle his cock and bounce up and down until he shoots, would you like to watch that Pete?"

"I, I, oh fuck!" he groaned.

"Hey perhaps if I begged, he would slip it in my ass. I could bring his spunk home, and then dare you to lick it out of my ass and cunt. Maybe when he shoots in my mouth I could spit it down your throat! I'd make you swallow it, all of it. Wouldn't that prove how hot I am?"

I waited on the phone listening to him grunt and pant. His breathing was rapid and he took ages to come down.

"You wouldn't would you Gillian?"

I chuckled, "no I've got all I need right at home, sexy."

The spanking I had received earlier that day now seemed worth it. Pete was my man and I loved him dearly. I would do anything he wanted to keep him, even things he didn't know about. But we needed to talk, we needed a big talk. I wanted him but we had to think about telling someone, his mother and father. This would be the big test. Could we ride it out, or would one of us fall and crumble? We needed to go forward together with this, and I suppose I would have to be responsible enough to point out the pitfalls, even if I wasn't responsible enough to let Pete go. If he wanted me as badly as I wanted him, why should we give each other up? We could wait for a year or two but too many people knew about us, and I didn't want his parents to find out from other people. We would have to tell them soon, the sooner the better, and just hope they didn't hit the roof like I was dreading.

I got another shock at the end of the day. I went into Dave's class and there was Becky scrambling her skirt down to cover herself. I just stared deep into her eyes. She grabbed her bag and left, just as Dave came out of the cupboard doing up his trousers. 

"So still doing it with the schoolgirls then?"

"Like you are doing it with Pete?"

Yes he had me, but I was determined to get the better of him. 

"So what happens tonight when you get home? Does your wife cook tea for her lover, and then get you to wash up while they go to bed?"

He backed away looking quite embarrassed.

"And whose arm will she be on at the end of school dinner?"

"Fuck you Gillian!" he spat, "it really amuses you doesn't it? After all we've been through I thought you would understand."

He slumped down in the chair looking quite broken. I softened a little. 

"Dave you have to kick him out, and your wife if necessary. Does it really turn you on that much?"

"You don't understand. Even when I married her she told me I was her second choice. She, she said she would have Freddy back anytime. I suppose I thought she would forget about him. But now he's back she doesn't care about me. Yes it does turn me on sort of. But I still love her."

"You know you two will split up if he stays? You have to make a choice, and do you think fucking schoolgirls will get back at her?"

"No I know it won't. But I can't describe how it feels. But it still doesn't come close to seeing her cuddling him on the couch."

"They are laughing at you, you do know that don't you?"

He nodded and then looked up into my eyes, "that's what I find so arousing."

I shook my head. I couldn't hear anymore. I was trying to give him a little advice but he didn't want it. It was like he was waiting to be told to leave. 

My mind was on other things on the way home. I wanted to talk to Pete about us, but I also wanted cuddles and sex. 

"My god what have you done?"

My eyes rolled over the kitchen and the mess it was in.

"I've made you tea," he said with an impish grin.

"No I don't mean that, where is my sink, is it under all those pots and pans? God Pete you must have used everything."

We began giggling at each other and I hugged him. He pushed me down in a chair and went to the oven. OK the place was a mess but the plate full of pork chops, vegetables and gravy, looked remarkable like it should.

"Well what does it taste like?" he asked with a screwed up face.

"Good enough to make me do the washing up," I said with a grin.

We sat in the lounge, now it was time to talk. I was dreading this moment but we had big decisions to make. It was 10 o'clock when he left for home. No sex even though I wanted it, but Pete had a lot to think about. I waited with the phone switched on but he didn't call. I had told him not to but it still didn't help, I just wanted to hear his voice, I wanted him to tell me things would work out. But it was up to him now; he needed time to think about everything.

The next day I went to school. I hadn't heard from Pete and I was getting desperate. I waited in my class at lunchtime. I stood up as he came in; his face wasn't giving anything away.

"I told mum," he mumbled.

I slumped in the chair. He wasn't supposed to say anything. 

"I told her I was in love with you. I said I wanted to be with you."

"Why did you tell her now? Pete you were supposed to have thought about us, and definitely not have told your mum, that was what we decided!"

I put my hand to my mouth. This was it I suppose, after months of should we, shouldn't we in my mind, now it was out.

"She wants to see you after school."

"I bet she does," I mumbled to myself.

I knocked on the door. My heart was racing faster than ever. She moved aside to let me in. She didn't have any show of emotion on her face. She led me into the kitchen.

"You evil old cow how you could do it with my brother? If I knew those shoes were for you I would have told mum!"

"Annabelle, go to your room, now!"

I watched Annabelle stomp off.

"That's what you are going to get you do know that? Annabelle was 18 last week, she really looks up to her brother, but now she finds what you two are doing is something quite disgusting."

I swallowed hard. I sat and told her how much Pete and I loved each other. She didn't flinch once. This was far more difficult than anything else I had done. She just sat there listening, she didn't once interrupt me. I even told her that we planned to go to my friend's house. I wasn't sure if she wanted to hear this but I was being honest.

"Well I can't say I'm happy with this, and Alvin will thump walls. But I can handle him."

It almost slipped by me what she had said.

"Pete is very strong willed. If you make him happy then well, I suppose I'll get used to it. But promise me you won't try and trap him."

My fingers were trembling so much I had to hide them.

"I'd rather he went out with girls his own age. I really think you are a novelty to him. But if you ever try to trap him I'll make your life a living hell."

"What do you mean trap him?" I mumbled.

"You know there is quite an age difference between Alvin and me. I suppose that is why I'm not jumping up and down throwing things at you. I had Pete on purpose; Alvin didn't know I had come off the pill. I trapped him, but don't you ever do that to my son."

"I promise you I won't," I mumbled, noting a tear in her eye.

"I've already talked to Pete about what I want to happen, so now I'm going to tell you the same. I want you to leave town, go to your friend's house. I want Pete to phone me once a week. If I think he doesn't want you anymore I'll come and get him. Believe me I'm his mother and I'll do anything to make him happy. I don't want him to stay with you until you leave. You are not welcome here anymore, and certainly not to his 19th birthday party next week."

"I understand," I mumbled.

"Then understand this, I've asked Annabelle to invite his school friends, boys and especially girls. I just hope he realises he should be dating one of them, and not you. Now like I say I'll worry about Alvin, you worry about how you are going to look after my son."

I stood up wanting to thank her but that wouldn't be right.

"I promise I'll make him happy, I'll do whatever it takes."

She walked me to the door.

"You know you are going to get shouted at or maybe abused? That is why you should keep this under wraps and move as soon as you can. One last thing, I want to see my son once a month, but not you, is that clear?"

I nodded.

I collapsed into Pete's arms when I got home. I cried a stream full of tears. I kept repeating over and over how much I loved him.

I had a new spring in my step 3 weeks later. Pete had spent the weekend with his mother. I had agreed not to have contact with him. But now we were off to our new home. I had resigned from school much to Mr Hobson's annoyance. Now we were free to live our lives in peace. 

I stood before him in the bedroom. I wore all white underwear, lacy bra, panties, suspender belt, and stockings. 

"Well what do you think?" I asked with a shy grin. 

He held me close to his wonderful naked body. I looked up into his eyes and we kissed. My hand went around his cock.

"I see you are already for me then darling?"

"Yep, as always," he said with a grin.

I slipped to my knees and took him in my mouth. I loved the taste of his hard dick. I slurped and sucked him, listening to the little satisfied grunts that occasionally escaped his mouth. I pulled myself up and pushed him back on the bed. Slowly I pulled my panties down and straddled him. 

"God you are so sexy," he mumbled.

I grinned at him as I plunged over his cock. I bounced hard and with such passion, my breath blew the wedding veil off my face. I looked at the gold band that we had exchanged just hours ago in front of his parents. He had dared me to marry him, and now 3 years after we left our home town together, I had become his wife. 

I could feel ripples of an orgasm start to build. Pete was toying with my nipples through my bra and driving me crazy.

I gripped the headboard and bounced up and down. I felt him fighting with my bra clip until it hung off my arms, and my small tits jiggled freely. His hands went back to them and he pulled quite hard again.

"Oh god yes!" I screeched. 

"You like that Mrs Hardwick?" he grunted.

"God yes I love it Mr Hardwick," I panted breathlessly.

He began thrusting up to me even harder. I was now gripping the bedrail as hard as I could, I used it as a lever to pull myself and after each time I dropped. I was using such force I could feel his dick rip into me. Deep inside my pussy felt like it was ready to burst open. It was hard sex but so beautiful. Pete was covered in sweat and looked so good; especially his lovely blonde hair that he had now grown longer. I began to gasp and shudder. Pete was on the verge too, my young husband and I climaxed together, just like in those romance novels I had read, but I never dreamed it would happen to me. 

The following morning we looked down out of the hotel room, and there was Annabelle looking up.

"Do you think she'll ever understand Pete, will she ever accept us being together?"

"I hope so; mum and dad are OK now, although it took along time."

A year later my dare for him was met, I was now pregnant. Yes we still played the dare game, and since we had started it all those years ago we were still on the same game. It kept our marriage fresh and we got into some quite risky situations. The only rule we played by, was never to have sex with anyone else. 

Annabelle had fallen out with her mother; she was now 22 and coming to stay with us for awhile. She wouldn't tell us why, all we knew was she was pregnant. I phoned her mother to let her know she would be safe.

I greeted her as she got out of the car, I was keen to show off my bump, and then I noticed hers! We just stared at each other. 

"How far are you?" 

"2 days over now. And you?"

"Nearly 6 months gone," she replied.

"Go on into the house Pete is waiting for you."

"Would you see to my baby's father?"

I looked back at the car I couldn't see who it was due to the sunlight on the windscreen. She gave me a little embarrassed smile then went into the house.

The car door opened, and I gasped.

"Surprised Gillian?" he asked with a smirk, "well it seems we are related now."

My head was spinning as he got out of the car. 

"You are Annabelle's husband?" I asked slowly in shock.

He kissed my cheek and then walked up to the house. I just watched in amazement, Annabelle had married....?

.....................................

Well why don't you decide? 

Maybe it was Dave Bird who might well have been kicked out by his wife, or Mr Hobson the headmaster, Freddy the black teacher, or maybe Maurice Appleby? Or if you really want a sinister ending, how about Sabrina's father, the one who left the scars on my face and body! I suppose Zack could also be a favourite too?

Thanks for reading my love story.

The End.