Teacher’s Pet

“You mean dumb kids like me?” I offered, trying to sound funny, grinning as I said it.

The look on her face became serious however and she approached me even before I knew what she was doing. In moments, she was kneeling down in front of me having placed both of her hands on each side of my face ensuring that I had no where to look but into her more than serious eyes.

“Chad, you’re not dumb! And don’t ever think of yourself in those terms again!”

Releasing my cheeks, which I felt suddenly red with surprise and embarrassment, Ms. Jenkins again stood looking down at me.

“You’re a lot more intelligent and wise than you realize,” she added. “You just need a little extra special attention and guidance is all. Before we’re through, you’ll realize that.”

Once again she turned away from me looking back towards the sink. I saw her hand travel up to her face, knowing when she did that she was wiping away tears from her eyes. I’d seen them begin to moisten moments earlier as she held my face within her hands.

“Ms. Jenkins? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say anything to make you feel bad.”

When she turned back around to face me, the tears were gone, replaced by a warm, almost loving smile on her face.

“Tell you what Chad. When we’re here, you can call me by my given name. Karen. But only here, never at school. Agreed?”

“Ok…Karen,” I said, getting the feel of the more intimate introduction just given me. It did make her seem more real somehow, more like actually having a friend as opposed to her simply being one of my teachers. But I also knew that in class, she would be, Ms. Jenkins, my teacher, and that she expected me to respect that, which I would, and did.

We soon went back to my studies, spending the next hour and a half working through the short story she’d given me to read until she was confident that I had read it, and finally understood everything I had read. As she’d promised, once again showing just how much she was willing to go out of her way for me, she drove me home. And though it was a relatively short drive of less than fifteen minutes, I found that I was sad to be arriving in front of my house far too soon than I might have wished.

And there had been another reason for that too. Though certainly warm enough that she hadn’t needed to take a coat or jacket along with her, the air was just cool enough outside as well as inside the car when we began driving, that her nipples once again firmed up sufficiently that they poked against the soft material of her sweatshirt. I could almost imagine that soft material caressing them from within. Wondering what they would feel like, remembering albeit far too briefly what they had actually looked like.

In my mind, I reflected briefly back to that moment as she stood just outside her closet, bending over slightly while struggling into her sweatpants. Her magnificent breasts jiggling lazily above as she finished slipping them on. Even at that distance, I could see the coloring of those twin teats. Caramel colored, dollar sized with erect perky nipples protruding from each.

“Day after tomorrow then?”

The car had stopped out in front of my house. Re-gathering my wits about me, I found I had been staring at her chest. Shamefacedly, I tore my eyes away looking up into hers. She seemed not to have noticed however, or if she had noticed, she wasn’t letting on.

“Yeah,” I replied simply reaching for the door handle. “Thank you Ms.,” I paused momentarily unsure what to call her at the moment.”

“Karen,” she finished for me smiling. “But tomorrow, Ms. Jenkins, just like always,” she added.

“Karen,” I acknowledged, finally locating the door handle to her car in my reluctance to leave her.

As I stepped out, I felt the obvious. I knew I had an erection. But I also felt like it was safely positioned enough so as not to be too noticeable as I stood. I was wrong. I thought briefly of dropping my hand down to cover it. But then thought as how that might actually draw her attention towards it. Standing as I was, I couldn’t see her face which was a slight relief. But as it was obviously time to say goodnight, I bent over leaning back towards the window. Which is when I discovered that she was looking, or had been looking anyway. Her eyes immediately shot up towards mine, and even in the darkness of the interior of the car, I could see coloration in her face.

“See you tomorrow in class then Chad,” she said in parting. But there had been a throaty catch in her voice as though she had swallowed wrong before speaking.

“Good night Ms. Jenkins,” I said, sliding into the more formal relationship between us. “See you tomorrow.”

And with that, I stood back following the red glow of her taillights as she slipped down the street into darkness before making a left hand turn a short block away.

Only then did I screw up enough courage to look down at myself, alarm, shock and embarrassment greeting me as I glanced at the obvious spreading wet-spot which had appeared from out of nowhere on the front of my well-faded Levi jeans.

I dashed into the house, grateful that my bedroom was upstairs, and the family room downstairs. The faint glow from the TV set below as I reached the banister preparing to vault myself several steps at a time towards my room.

“How’d it go?” I heard my mother suddenly ask as she stepped from the kitchen catching me just before I could begin climbing the stairs.

“Good!” I offered back hurriedly, glancing towards her.

Mom stood with a wooden spoon in hand, her favorite baking apron on. “So, you going to tell me about it or what?” she asked curiously.

“I will later…promise!” I responded. “But right now, I gotta pee really bad!”

I made some effort at a grimace on my face, knowing full well the desired effect as mom blushed, turned, and headed back into the kitchen.

“Well, come see me before you go to bed then,” I heard her saying as she disappeared.

I had my own bathroom off my bedroom, which was nice. And though it didn’t have a shower or a bath, it did offer me some privacy and recluse for one of my favorite past-times, and that of course was masturbation. Although very much a virgin, and a very inexperienced one at that, I did have an active imagination even if that’s all I had. I had never even seen a naked woman aside from a few photos and magazines that I had secreted away inside my bathroom, let alone ever having touched a woman. I had had only one girl friend to speak of during junior high school. But all we had ever done was kiss. And though I did have a few, though very few female friends in high school, that’s all they were, that, and nothing more, certainly nothing romantic to speak of anyway.

As I sat down on the toilet slowly stroking my swollen cock, the image of Karen as I now thought of her, standing in her bedroom, breasts swaying so provocatively filled my minds eye.

It was an image and a memory that would serve me well over the next several weeks, as during that period I never again caught a glimpse of her in any manner that could add to or fuel my sexual fantasies.

Over the course of the next few weeks, I worked hard to overcome my learning disability. As I began to work through the difficulty, my self-confidence grew. I began to feel better about myself, and my attitude began to reflect that. Even styling my hair, dressing a little differently at Ms. Jenkins suggestion, gradually improved my self-image.

The day I received the first ‘A’ I had ever been given for a term paper was one of the biggest thrills of my entire life. More importantly, the fact I’d achieved it in a writing class under a different teacher, proved to me as well as to Ms. Jenkins that I wasn’t dumb, and obviously very capable of producing exceptional work.

I arrived at her last class of the day waiting anxiously for the bell to ring. It wasn’t one of our scheduled evenings, but I wanted to show her the grade I had received, and thank her for having helped me achieve it. When the last student had filed out of her classroom, I slipped inside approaching her with a broad grin on my face. I noticed as I did that she had chosen to wear her hair in a ponytail today, making her appear much younger. She was also wearing a tight fitting sweater, something else I wasn’t accustomed to seeing her do. But the affect of both once again stirred the desire within my Levi’s, and I quickly crossed to her desk so as to hide the obvious.

“Chad!” she said grinning at me as I entered. “Well, how’d you do?”

She had known about the term paper of course. After all, she had worked hard preparing me without once even glancing at it, leaving me to do all the required and necessary work on my own. I held it up, passing it to her with a bright red ‘A’ clearly indicated on the top of the notebook I handed her.

“Oh Chad, this is wonderful!” she said beaming at me. And then in the next instant, she stepped around from behind her desk, hugging me to her in a warm and affectionate embrace.

Feeling the softness of her firm breasts pressing against me only made the situation I began to find myself in worse. That, and the subtle fragrance of her musky scent, spices, orange blossoms perhaps, and the clean smell of soap. Standing there with my arms wrapped around her back was intoxicating, and I found myself not wanting to let her go. Obviously she felt something too, as moments later, the too long lingering hug became awkward, both of us stepping away, suddenly shy as we each purposely turned away from one another distancing ourselves.

“Say, we need to celebrate! Can you call your folks and let them know you’ll be leaving with me tonight?” she asked.

Too stunned to verbally answer her, and with a painfully obvious erection still pressing firmly against my jeans, I nodded my head as she handed me her cell phone to use. Minutes later, I followed her out of the room towards her car in the parking lot.