Teacher, Teacher

I cleaned up and climbed naked back into bed. The visions of Lori and Mrs. Taylor were making it difficult to sleep even in my exhausted state, but I finally replaced them with visions of Kathy and her sweet smile and drifted off to sleep.

Friday afternoon I slipped into my desk in math class, hoping for less stress than yesterday, but wanting Lori to take that same seat again. As the bell rang for the start of class, Lori again came in and shut the door behind her as she took the same end seat. She was wearing a light blue mini-skirt that flowed loosely around her beautiful thighs. She didn’t have to worry about intentionally hiking her skirt for me, this one was hanging so loose around her that it did it all on its own.

She waited about ten minutes before carefully letting her legs spread apart. I could almost hear her fingernails scraping along her pantyhose as she worked her hand inside her thighs. She pushed the skirt higher as she slowly opened her legs exposing more and more of those firm thighs over the next several minutes. I had no idea what Mrs. Taylor was talking about now as I concentrated on this erotic beauty. She was over ten feet away but in my mind it was just mere inches.

My cock was dripping now as the burgeoning head pressed against my black slacks. Finally she opened her legs as far as she could without drawing too much notice to herself, moving her skirt the last inch I needed to see her glorious crotch once again. But something was different this time. There were no red panties as I stared at the translucent pantyhose. My eyes finally focused on some fuzzy stuff where her thighs met and I came to the realization that she wasn’t wearing panties and this was in fact her cunt hair staring back at me.

I stared for several minutes before raising my eyes to meet hers. She had a devilish grin and there was fire in her eyes. But her eyes were focused lower and I realized she was looking at the swelling in my pants. She was as perverted as me and I looked back at her hairy crotch as her fingers tickled the flesh near the top of her thighs. She ran a finger quickly along her slit and as her eyes closed I could swear her body was quivering in a small orgasm. Maybe she was having second thoughts about that QB boyfriend of hers, but somehow I doubted it. It wouldn’t be good for her reputation and that meant everything to a girl her age.

The bell rang jolting me back to reality and I looked back towards Mrs. Taylor, quickly jotting down the weekend homework assignment. She asked me if I could help out again after school and I agreed, slipping out of class with my books in front of my crotch again, but this time heading straight to the boy’s room. I skipped my last period French class spending the entire time trying to dry the spot that had formed on my slacks and underwear. I doubted old lady Mrs. Lynch would even notice my absence.

With the wet spot finally dried up, I went to my locker to get the books I would need for the weekend and then headed back to Mrs. Taylor’s room. I passed Lori in the hall and she puckered her lips before mouthing a silent “Thank you.”

I feigned a smile but kept walking. When I got to Mrs. Taylor’s room, she was placing papers in her briefcase and picking up her jacket. I thought she forgot that she had asked me to help her out. She turned and smiled as I walked in the room.

“Hi. I thought maybe we could do this at my house if you don’t mind. I bet you’re just as anxious to get out of this building as I am after five days.” Her smile showed an energy that wasn’t there an hour ago and I quickly agreed.

We walked out to her car with her stopping to chat with other teachers along the way. I used the opportunity to fall back a few feet behind her where I could check out every firm, beautiful inch of her sexy body. Her hips swayed gracefully as she walked, her high heels pounding out the beat she needed for her seductive gait. As we got to her car Miss Raphael, my English teacher came up to her to talk. I waited patiently on the passenger’s side for Mrs. Taylor to unlock the doors.

Miss Raphael was just plain cute. She was fresh out of college but taking graduate courses at night. She had short jet black hair and stood about two inches shorter than Mrs. Taylor. Right now they were standing inches from each other as I tried to hear their whispers.

“Some of us are going over to Ye Olde Knight for a few drinks. You should join us,” said Miss Raphael, smiling invitingly as she placed a hand on Mrs. Taylor’s arm.

“I really can’t today. I have a ton of papers to grade this weekend and Joey has offered to help tonight.”

“Oh, I bet you really had to twist his arm to get him to help, too. If you ask him really nice, I bet he’d help you all weekend,” she purred, now slowly stroking Mrs. Taylor’s arm. She glanced over at me, that same devilish look in her eyes that Lori had earlier today. She leaned even closer to Mrs. Taylor, “Well, if you change your mind, you know where I’ll be.” Her hand slowly descended Mrs. Taylor’s arm until she clasped her hand, then leaned in the last few inches and placed a soft peck on her cheek.

My hard-on was banging against the car door and I slowly rubbed up against it as I pictured my two favorite teachers locked in a sensuous embrace. Of course that was just my imagination at work. Miss Raphael turned to look at me, “You have a great weekend Joey!” she beamed, then turned and quickly walked over to her little sports car, her hips swaying with exaggerated movements.

We both stood there stunned, watching her cute legs slide into the low bucket seat of the MG. Mrs. Taylor finally unlocked her door, then slid into the seat and reached over unlocking my door. I carefully kept my books in front of me as I sat down, my throbbing monolith threatening to embarrass me before we ever got to her house. Mrs. Taylor sat there with the key in her hand, obviously distracted by the short conversation with that sexy little nymph.

“You know, if you want to go out with your friends, maybe we can get together another time this weekend,” I stated, not knowing how I was going to hide the stiff rod in my pants once I was inside her house, alone with her.

“No. No…” she hesitated. I had never seen her indecisive before. She was always so sure of herself and the answers when she was teaching. “I’m not in the mood for all their gossip and idiotic putdowns of the students,” she said more decisively, sliding the key into the ignition and starting the engine. She looked over at me and smiled, “Besides, we can have a drink at my place.”

Yes, the drinking age was eighteen back then, but not all parents approved of that. Mine didn’t care, but then I had never gotten drunk either so I guess they felt I was responsible enough to handle it. My college years would prove that wrong, but for now I was Mr. Responsibility. My eyes drifted down Mrs. Taylor’s body as she drove, her small breasts perfectly outlined in the lacy bra as usual and her legs encased in black stockings to match the black skirt she wore today.

When we stopped at traffic light, she reached back and pulled a long pin from the back of her hair allowing it to fall down, a sea of red flowing across her shoulders. She shook it out and ran her fingers through it, her curls quickly taking shape. The flaming red hair made a sensuous frame around her beautiful face as she turned towards me again and smiled, promising me more than a couple hours of correcting papers. I pictured us sitting on her sofa, drinks in hand, conversing in nonsensical love talk as our fingers roamed each other’s skin. My hard-on began to raise the books resting in my lap and I sat up quickly as I came back to reality.

We didn’t talk during the short ride to her house, but I could see an almost determined look in her eye as she pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine. We got out of the car and I offered to carry her briefcase and she smiled as she handed it to me.

“Camelot lives!” she exclaimed. “I have my own white knight.”

“I loved that movie,” I gushed.

“You should have seen it on Broadway. Burton was magnificent.” We went around to the back door and into the kitchen. “Just set your books on the counter. We can work at the kitchen table,” she stated as she quickly went to the fridge and fished out two cold beers.

Well, so much for the sofa, I thought. At least I could use the table to hide my once again stiffening manhood as she plopped the beer in front of me and pulled her chair right next to mine. She was wearing a different perfume today with a flowery spring scent. I hadn’t smelled it in the car, but now just inches away from her, the pleasant odor was carrying me away again as I pictured us on a picnic blanket in the middle of a field with wildflowers all around us.

She raised her bottle, “To the weekend!”

I tapped my bottle to hers, and we both quickly drained about half of it. She was beaming now, a brilliant, white, toothy smile and I couldn’t help but smile back and feel invigorated. I inched closer to her as she removed the papers we had to grade. They were ninth grade algebra tests so I knew it wouldn’t take that long to get through the 25-30 papers. I was on my last paper now and I started laughing.