0 comments/ 115102 views/ 1 favorites Jitters By: Amity Villian "I'm very disappointed in your work, Katie," the teacher, Mr. Canner said. "Usually you're so much better. Your work has really dropped off." Katie looked to the ground. She was ashamed of her poor efforts. All she wanted to do was cry and cry in her bed all day. This was a bad week. Her best friend moved to San Francisco, her mother was dating a real jerk and every time she tried to concentrate on her school work her brain went into complete shutdown. "Is there something the matter?" Mr. Canner asked her in a pleasant, concerned voice. "I've just been a little depressed lately. All my friends seem to be moving. And..." She paused for a moment considering if it was okay to tell a teacher about her problems. She decided it was. "I am worried about my mother. She's dating this icky guy. She's a complete jerk who treats her like shit all day." "Have you talked to your mother about this?" "She isn't ever home anymore. She's always with that guy. He takes advantage of her." Mr. Canner looked down at Katie' work and flashed a reassuring smile. "I'm going to give you some extra time to work at this. Bring me a knew one in a couple of days." "Thank you. Thank you so much." "Don't mention it. I mean it. If your fellow students here about this one, I'll be listening to it for weeks." Katie smiled at Mr. Canner. She was looking at him in a whole new light. His hair seemed more wild and free today. His chest and arms seemed so much bigger. She was feeling weird around him. Like she was in love with him, but not quite. Like she wanted him. You want to fuck him, a voice called out to her. You always have. No, that ain't true, another voice responded. Bullshit. You've wanted him since you first laid eyes on him. Go for it Katie. Your eighteen. "Is there something else?" Mr. Canner asked when he noticed Katie still standing in front of his desk. Katie blinked her eyes and shook her head. "I'm sorry, I guess I was daydreaming." Her entire body was burning with desire now. She was imagining Mr. Canner naked, inserting his big educational cock into her pussy. Mr. Canner saw the way Katie was looking at him. He began to shake a little. Her eyes were filled with lust. He could see her pink skirt and the black shirt that rode down to her belly button. Her tits were huge. He wanted her, yearned for her the same way she yearned for him, but did he want to risk his career for this girl. No was the answer at the end. Not the career. Regardless, his nine cock was full and hard, hiding in his pants under the desk. "Well there is something else, but it's kind of embarassing." "What is it?" Suddenly it was hard for him to talk. "I have this really big crush on you, have for a long time." Mr. Canner laughed and acted is if he were flattered instead of rock hard and horny. His eyes continued to look at them ripe, giant breasts. The damn thing were aching for his mouth. This girl was so damn beautiful and turning him. "Well that's sweet. It's nice to hear, but I am your teacher. There can't be more then a crush." "Oh," she said a little hurt. "You're a very pretty young lady, why can't you find some boy your own age?" "I've tried, it's just that I like you a lot more than anyone else. Give me a chance. Please." Mr. Canner looked at his door. His room was blocked off and nobody could get in without a key. Besides, it was Friday. Nobody was going to come and interfere. This was a perfect opportunity. "You want one opportunity," Mr. Canner asked. "I will give that. He reached and unbuckled his pants and pulled them down. He removed his boxers and gave his cock some breathing room. "Have you ever sucked a cock before?" "No," she said. "But I can learn." "I bet you can. Why don't you come around over to me and practice?" Katie walked around as Mr. Canner adjusted got in a better position. He sat there staring at her, his cock begging to be played with. She got down on her knees and slid her tongue up and down the long shaft. Mr. Canner shivered. She continued to do what made him happy. Licking up, then down, like she was painting a wall with her tongue. She used her hand to take hold of his cock as she licked it. When she got tired of licking his cock that way, she bent it down to her mouth and put it in her mouth. She sucked on five inches of cock while massaging his balls. Her tongue licked his heavy veins as she took more of his cock in her mouth and down her throat. She stopped at seven inches and start bobbing her head on his cock. Mr. Tanner was pumping with her, lost in a world of passion. Katie moved up and down his shaft quickly. Her lips were wrapped around his cock tightly. Her hands were wrapped around cock still, squeezing it with all her power. She bobbed her head up and down, tasted his pre-cum as it oozed from his pisshole and got all the way down to his balls. Her mouth never felt so filled. She loved her teacher's cock crammed down her throat. Mr. Canner grabbed the back of her head thrust his penis in and out harder. He began fucking her mouth while she sucked him back. He felt his cock rubbing up against her slick tonsils. She felt her teeth scraping against his hard flesh but none of it mattered. She stopped sucking and tightened her lips. Suddenly he was fucking her mouth like a pussy. He turned his cock to the left in her mouth and saw it push her cheek in. His cock made her look like she had the mumps. He did again to the other side, then start fucking her mouth again. His balls danced and glided as they smacked her chin. She'd looked down and his cock coming and going. It all felt so funny, especially when it hit her tonsils. Her eyes were looking up at him. He was looking down at her. Mr. Canner loved every moment of this. Mr. Tanner felt the tingle in his balls and jerked his cock off while still in her mouth. Then he pulled out and jerked much faster. He growled and almost fell back from the his stream of cum that flew out of his cock. It hit Katie right in the chin. The second, third and fourth covered Katie's entire forehead. Mr. Tanner put his cock back in Katie's mouth and let her have the last couple of drops to flavor. She did too. Sucking all the rest into her mouth and down her throat. At Mr. Tanner's request she licked him clean. A minute later it was over. Her face was clean and her stuff was ready. "See you tomorrow," Katie shouted back. "Feel better." "I already do," she smiled back. Jitters He took the strip of black velvet and rubbed his thumb against it. It felt fantastic, causing little goose bumps rise up in his arms. He'd exhaled deeply. His shoulders rolled and he took in another deep breath as he danced forward and back. Pacing. His body felt hot and confined in the tuxedo. Every muscle he had seemed to be swelling and expanding. Even this throat was getting tighter inside the bow tie. His lips were rattling little thoughts that didn't quite become words. He looked to the door then. Simple, white with a brass knob. Holding his breath to still his jittering hands, Adam wrapped the strip around his eyes. It folded around his head twice. He covered his upper eyes with one strip. The lower half of his eyes with the next pass. Then he tied it once, tightly, behind his head. His right hand, a fist, rose up and pounded on the door twice. A young woman, in a sing song tone, answered. "Hellloooo." "Hey. I need to talk to Mary." A chorus of hoots and hollers came from behind the door. The entire tribe of women mocking him. Adam only smiled and bowed his head, enduring. "You can't see me! I'm in the dress." "I can't see anything. I'm blindfolded." "I don't believe you. I don't want bad luck," she teased. She whispered. "So have someone else open the door and check me out." A conference began. Hushed whispers. Yes. No. Oh come one. Adam merely tried to stand up straight an not hum a little song. The door creaked open and a girl squealed and slammed it shut. "He looks so good!" She shrieked. A chorus of moans. A chorus of giggles. Adam raised his right hand again preparing to knock once more when he heard the door open. The same girl who opened and spoke took his hand and dragged him into the chamber. The room, the rooms, were filled with tangible smells. Fresh cut flowers, Iris's. The perfumes of a dozen women. The smell of freshly made and tailored bridesmaid's gowns. The unmistakable smell of a vintage dress preserved. Silver jewelry draped off every shoulder. Women were rustling. Moving in a hurried and slowed pace to put on their gowns, to touch their makeup. The sound of heels stepping into light carpet, their echo's softened, played across his ears. The silver jewelry jangled. It hung off ears and wrists. Maybe even toes. A thought that brought a smile to Adam's face. "What are you smiling at?" Her voice. Her beautiful voice. He turned, as best he could, to face her. The confines of the room didn't help. "You. Even if I can't see you." "Flatterer," she said dryly, trying not to let tears flow down her face. Already she was biting down on her lower lip. Anything to keep from making a scene. "And here I thought you were smiling at all the naked women." "Well, I am now." "Isn't it one of your fantasies, dear?" "Well, it would be. But you'd have to leave for that." Some random member of the tribe hit him in the shoulder. He feigned pain at the strike. Muffled sounds of an oversized dress, it's train too large and too old for movement, swished over to him. He felt his cheeks stroked, caressed. First his left cheek. Then his right. Her middle and index finger slid over his lips. She stopped that rub then and went back to playing with his cheeks, one with each hand before whispering in a pleading tone. "What are you doing here?" "I have nerves, you know. I wanted to get rid of them." "How's that?" "I wanted to slow dance them away while blind." She snickered in that way she had. The way that made any man fall in love with her. Or, at least, made him fall for her. Which was the same difference on this day. "We can't. I put on make up already. I'd ruin it." "We have two hours to go. Don't worry about that," he said softly, a lump rising in his throat. "Someone can retouch your makeup. Dance with me. Please." "I can't. I don't want to make anyone," she said hurriedly. Rapidly. "So what? It's your day. Not the girl who gives you racoon eyes. Now. Do you want to slow dance with me? Or do you want to have perfect make up while you keep getting more nervous?" Her hands dropped from his cheeks. They raked down his neck. Then back up. She tugged at his ear lobes. Then down the back of his neck to hold him close, bend him down and kiss him on the lips. He kissed back with gentle strength. His arms wrapped around her back to press her against him. Even in that silly, stupid dress and through his jacket, his vest his shirt....she felt fantastic. She made his skin come alive. Live and die. He held her there for a second before she broke the kiss and he felt her rest her head in the crook of his neck. She exhaled against him and he died again. A whimper, an inhalation. Then he tried to move his feet in a little shuffle. She was dead, sniffling weight in his arms. So he tried to raise her with his arms, his strength, as he moved again. She shambled after him. Left foot, right foot. Turn. "I'm so scared," she said, and he could hear the tears in her eyes. He could hear them devour her overdone makeup. "Me too." "We are making such a huge mistake," she said, her voice hoarse and deep. "We're just not ready. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry." "Shh. We're not making a mistake." "Yes we are, please," she started before he shushed her again. A calming noise in chaos. The room was emptying now. The dressed bridesmaids, he assumed, went out the door he just entered. Those not ready were filing into the back. No one wanted to bare witness to this. Who could blame them. "We are not making a mistake. I love you. You love me. It's just nerves. Come on, dance with me." He continued the simple eight step. She followed, that whimpers welling up inside her. "I love you too," she said after a long, harsh silence. Only their feet stepping into the carpet, dampened echoes, could be heard. Her face continued to press into his shoulder. His neck. He wrapped his left arm around her back tightly and moved his right hand up to her hair to hold her. Comfort her. Play with her too tightly wound up hair. They danced like that for another eight minutes. Then she stood up, apologized profusely and fell into a hysterical fit of giggling. By the time she pried herself out of his hands and kissed him there was only one hour and forty nine minutes left until the ceremony.