A literotic sexstories: Mitch's Great Adventure by Wickedteax
I was 17, and because of the day I was born, as well as being left back a year, I was the oldest in my 10th grade class. School was kind of nice, because most of our teachers were women. For the most part, I think all of them were very pretty. But these women had it rough. They had to put up with the same old sweaty men coming home from the bar every night after a long day at the mine. Most of the miners were alcoholics, for sure.
I was in Ms. Campbell’s class. Ms. Campbell had just got back from college, and for a 25 year old, she still looked my age. Most of us boys talked about what it would be like to be in bed with her. Her long blonde hair and skinny figure are just what I liked in a woman. As far as we knew, Ms. Campbell didn’t belong to any miner, or any other man for that matter.
Sitting next to me was my younger sister, Milla. She is such an airhead that Ms. Campbell had to talk our parents into after-hours tutoring. So my sister got to go to Ms. Campbell’s house every night until her grades got back up. Must have been two months, and six days a week to catch her up. They didn’t always go over lessons either. Milla always came home talking about how Ms. Campbell let her watch educational videos all night, and sometimes Ms. Campbell would braid her hair for her. But that is all over now, as Milla is doing better in class than I am.
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Just as I thought that, a funny thought ran through my mind. What if I would become an airhead. I mean, would Ms. Campbell tutor me…..alone? In her house? The thought kept running through my head. Would my parents buy it? I have been doing good in school all year. Algebra 2, Ms Campbell’s class, is one of my best grades. I then came to a conclusion. It was worth the try. Being so good in the class just meant that I could get my grades back at the pace I wanted.
The bell rang. I hadn’t been paying attention but a lick of drool ad ran out my lip. As the class ended I watched everyone walk out of the class. Milla said goodbye to Ms Campbell, and looked back at me. “Coming?”
“Be right there.” It was the last class of the day and we all had to catch the bus or wait until our parents came to pick us up hours from now. I walked bravely over to Ms. Campbell.
“Yes Mitchell?” I hated that name. Mitchell. Hated it until just then, when she said it.
“I think I am having trouble understanding the lesson we are going over.” I lied out my teeth, I hadn’t even been paying attention to the lesson.
“Well I was watching you back there, and it didn’t seem like you were concentrating on the whiteboard at all. You were just staring at the wall. Something bothering you?” she smiled. God I wanted her. Brains and beauty all wrapped up in one skinny blonde package.
“I actually have been looking ahead in out Algebra book, and the coming lessons seem very hard to me. I usually am pretty natural with math, but this looks plain hard,” I said to her hoping I could get her to say those magical words.
Her lips opened with a smile, “Maybe you need tutoring?”
“BINGO!” I thought. “In like Flynn.”
“Tutoring? Well… you did such a great job with Milla, shes even getting better grades now than I am.” It was the only true thing I have said yet.
“Alright, I’ll call your mother, and you can drive home with me. Get your backpack.”
I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. She left the classroom, and I waited. Two minutes passed by, and Ms. Campbell came back into the room.
“Its good with your mom, come on Mitchell.” She curled her finger at me.
I was intoxicated by her body, and I could not wait to see her house, where she gets dressed, sleeps, takes baths, and whatever else women do.
We got into her Toyota, and she started driving. As she worked the peddles, her skirt, which I was noticing now was above her knees, kept crawling higher as her seat kept her butt lower than her thighs. All I could think about was how nice it would be if they went all the way up. I wondered what type of underwear she wore. I thought “It sure would be great if she did not wear underwear!”
“Something wrong?” She caught me off guard.
I tried to think up a good lie about why I was staring at her thighs, but all I could murmur was “Nope.” I noticed her smile at me. Then I realized. A bulge had started to form in my pants. What could I do? Thinking about it didn’t help…and it started to become more noticeable. I quickly took my backpack off of the floor and put it on my lap and started looking through the pouch.
“Here we are, welcome to my humble abode,” she said as we pulled into a driveway with a two story house on it, “just me and my dog, Fido. Don’t let him harass you. And don’t look him in the eyes.” She smiled and I figured she was joking.
“OK,” I replied. Her house had a complete six foot privacy fence with plants and bushes all about. I noticed it was a nice spring day. “Nice place,” I added.
“Can you help me with this?” Ms Campbell opened trunk and pulled out box from it. “Its heavy, and its been in there for days. Not often I get a strong man around here to help me with things at all.”
My mental jaw dropped. She thought I was strong. Well I came over and grabbed this box that had black marker all over its labels and writing. “What is it?”
She came back quickly with, “Here, I’ll open the door for you, just take it and put it in my room on the first floor. Its a new vacuum my mother sent me.”
“Oh.” Heavy vacuum I thought. I muscled this box all the way up to her door, and as I got there she opened the door.
Standing in the door was none other than this monstrous rottweiler. I look at him and said “Hey there pup…ahhhhh!” The monster jumped up at me and I dropped the box, and then started to run. I ran all over the yard, all the meanwhile Ms. Campbell was shouting things like “Fido!” and “Don’t run Mitchell, hell just chase you more!” She yelled something that I could not understand, and the dog stopped and ran back for the front door. He lost all interest in me. I even followed him back to the door, and he didn’t seem to care. In her hand was a jar of peanut butter.
“He loves this more than anything.” She took a wad out of the jar with her finger and held it at the dog. Fido started uncontrollably licking her fingers. “You try, he’ll love you for it.”
“Anything rather than being bitten.” I grabbed the jar and put my hand inside to find it almost empty. “There is not a lot left.” I grabbed what I could and started to help feed Fido. It was pretty creamy and it took the dog a while to get it all off of me.
“I have a bunch of jars,” she paused, “It was on sale so I bought a bunch. You know Milla and I had to go through almost the same thing when I was tutoring her.”
“Really, heh.” I laughed thinking about Milla getting a big dog bite out of her little round butt. I finished putting the box into the room that she wanted. “So which room are we going to study in?”
“You, Mitch, will start in the kitchen reading the current lesson. I am going to go upstairs real quick to get out of this monkey suit. Come on Fido.” She walked upstairs and Fido followed right behind.
“OK,” I walked into the kitchen and almost tripped over a full dog food bowl, sitting next to an empty water bowl. “How much peanut butter does that dog get?” I thought to myself. After washing my hands, I went over to the table and opened up a book, and started to read it like I was studying.
About 20 long minutes later Ms. Campbell walked in wearing baggy grey sweats, “Much better. Hey Mitch, I was wondering if you could do me a favor.” She walked over and sat down in the chair next to me. She called me Mitch.
“Yeah?” I wondered.
“Call me Sue, but only here. Its awkward having you calling me Ms. Campbell all of the time in my own house. I could get fired for you calling me Sue at work, so please try to be mature about the situation. Same rule goes for Milla. OK?” She smiled when she talked, and was very good at both.
I nodded “OK, Sue. Short for Susan?”
She stood up and went for the fridge. Her sweats were large, and her sweatpants barely stayed on her waist. “Yes, but I hate that name. Almost as much as you hate being called Mitchell, at least that’s what Milla says.” She closed the door to the fridge and began wrestling with her sweatpants elastic cord. “Damn cord, Ergh!” She said as she fought with it, picking at it.
“Whats wrong?” I asked.
“My nails are too long to get this knot in the elastic.”
“I can get it, my sweatpants always do that, and I’m pretty good at undoing tight knots.” Truth be told.
She walked over to noticeably very close to me, and I was still sitting down. “Go for it.” She held in her sweatpants and I grabbed the dangling cord.
This is something I was actually good at, and as I messed with the cord, I could only think about how close I was to her, and actually how close I was to her sweet sex. I was almost done and the phone rang. She let go of one hand to grab the nearby phone. Her sweatpants opened up on one side and all I saw was hip flesh and a thin black line wrapping around her waist. I took another glance at it and finished undoing the knot.
“Uh-huh, yes, thank you, wrong number,” she hung up the phone and said, “Oh, great! Your really useful you know.” She tightened the elastic band and tied her sweatpants tight, then sat down next to me again.
For the next hour we went over the next lesson, and then Sue grabbed my pen and laid it down on the table. “Break time.”
“Cool, my brain is becoming mush.” Which was also true, because I had been thinking about her the whole time while she was teaching me the lesson. “Thanks for this help Sue. I need it.”
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