Daddy Issues Memoirs, Chapter Two: Pardon My French, Teacher by Daddy_Issues_Memoirs

“Come on! What are you waiting for?”With her head turned over her shoulder, her bold amber colored eyes peeped at me from under her red bangs. Her penetrating stare was emphasized by the carbon black pencil lines that made her look like a cat – trying to persuade a dog to follow its steps into trouble. I was that dog.

“Sex Shop” spelled the neon lights, in a red that was just as shameless as the length of Siara’s front zipped dress. In her buckle strap heels she tiptoed up the steps and disappeared through the door.

Cautiously I peeked around one last time. Just to make sure there were no familiar faces lurking around the corner. After which I reluctantly followed her way.

On the other side of the door, I got overwhelmed by a numerous amount of attributes that transcended my imagination.

A cute rubber duck carrying a vibrating ball into its mouth; a colorful glove with a differently shaped tip on each finger; a set of clamps, wired to a small electricity box; a metal object consisting of a claw and a pinwheel with spines; a pump that ensured to make every man seem big; and a rotating Eiffel Tower, which on the contrary, would make every man seem small.

Some things made me curious, some things made me laugh, and some things straight up frightened me. The store was packed with stuff and the variety in shackles, whips and lubricants appeared to be endless.

Behind the counter stood a tall man with a long gaunt face. I felt like we were frowned upon as he saw us two teenagers enter his store.

“Tell me why we’re here again?” I mumbled.

“For the same reason you would visit any other store; to pick out something from the collection.”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but looking around is just enough for me. That I visit a store doesn’t automatically mean that I’m also willing to buy something.”

“Who said anything about buying?” she said with glistening eyes.

“You’re kidding right?”

Siara said nothing, while she continued browsing through the stocks. Opposite to me she seemed very well at ease, and without any shame she picked up a giant black dildo.

“This is what I need,’’ she said, while she fiddled with her choker necklace. ‘‘A boy like Jimmy just isn’t enough for a girl like me. From a pinkie to an arm, imagine the upgrade.”

I wasn’t sure if she was serious or that she was just joking. The black toy was longer and thicker than a table leg.

“Why would anyone wanna do anything with something like that?”

“Oh, you’re one to talk. While I’m bored to dead by a shrimp, you are out there mounting giant horses of experienced daddies who know exactly how to use them.”

“Psst, be quite about it! It was just one daddy and it only happened once.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why?”

“Why did it only happen once, it felt good didn’t it? Why not go back for more?”

“I dunno. The man is a pervert. It shouldn’t have happened in the first place, and I can’t believe I even told you about it.”

“Told is a big word. More like I had to drag it out of you.” She expressively rolled her eyes. “Lighten up! A friend like me was just what you needed. Someone to help you embrace your sexuality, just like I’m embracing mine.”

She had a point there. Ever since we came into contact this school year my life had become bearable again. It felt good to finally have someone to share things with. Things that truly mattered.

“Tell you what, I will pick out something from these shelves for you and you will do the same for me. In honor of our newly bound friendship.”

“Seriously Siara, I don’t have any money on me.”

“Again with the money. Just take it already!”

“You’re really crazy you know.”

“I know,’’ she said, playfully tilting her head to one shoulder. ‘‘But that’s why I’m so much fun.” Then she observed the surroundings. “If you take this aisle than I’ll take the other.” And off she went into one of the corners of the store.

Nervously I looked over the stocks. Was I really about to do this? As if getting caught stealing wouldn’t be bad enough, getting caught stealing in a sex shop would be embarrassment on a whole other level. And knowing my luck with doing things I wasn’t supposed to, I surely would get caught.

“Hey girlie, put that back before I call the cops on your ass. Do you really think I can’t see you over there?” the store owner shouted on the other side of the room.

Siara didn’t hesitate and immediately made a run for it.

“Hey come back here!”

My heart started pounding. What was I going to do? Follow her? Stay here? No, I sure as hell wasn’t going to stay here. The next few moments flashed by within seconds. In a momentary lapse of reason, I grabbed the first thing I could get my hands on where after I ran to the exit as fast as my legs could carry me. Alongside the counter the gaunt man came at me and tried to block my path. But unfortunately for him I passed him by quicker than he could reach the center of the aisle, and by two inches I managed to avoid his grasping hand, after which I flew through the open door – right behind my partner in crime.

We ran and we ran while the sound of the shouting man behind us slowly faded away, when finally, we escaped the shopping district trough the entrance of the city park. Where we didn’t stop moving until we reached a bench that stood tucked away behind some haggard shrugs.

“I can’t believe I did that,” I said while eagerly gasping for breath. “You’re no good.”

“We’ll see if you still say that after you experienced the pleasure this gift can provide you,” she said laughing.

She handed over a see-through box that contained two golden marbles on a string.

“What am I supposed to do with this?”

“They’re called Ben Wa balls. Ideal for an extra sensation during your morning routine.”

“Am I supposed to put them, somewhere…”

“Somewhere the light doesn’t shine, yes.”

She grabbed the box I carried out of my hands. “Let’s see what you got me. A duck?”

“Cute and petite, but still very naughty,’’ I jested. ‘‘I figured it fits you.”

A grin appeared on her face. “It does, it surely does.”

***

A quick pee in between lessons, that had been the idea. But before I knew it, I was hard again and rubbing my dick before class. Like any normal teenage boy, I was horny all the time. Especially since I had experienced sex with Ronald, I couldn’t think of anything else. Even tough that had been quite a while ago.

How I longed for his big dick again. So why wasn’t I getting it? Ever since that one time over the summer, he hadn’t returned. And whenever I saw him in the street, he behaved as if nothing had happened. Was he afraid he would get caught screwing a teenager? Did he not enjoy it? It had seemed as if he did.

While the memories of that time kept popping up in my head, the desire to feel a cock up my ass became stronger. But there was no cock at hand. Nothing to fill up my tight wet hole. Although…

Suddenly I remembered the present Siara gave me. It was still in my bag. Should I try it? Here? I already was late for class, and honestly, I couldn’t care less about getting another yellow card. My pencil case was filled with them, and I signed them myself during class. My mom never even got to know if I was late or absent.

I took the golden marbles out of the box and bent over, where after I cautiously began pushing the first one in. Which had seemed easier than it actually was. But I was so horny and wet from the desire to feel a dick, that I was determent to get this substitute for a man inside of me. I stroked my hard glans while the first ball slowly disappeared into my hole. Now it was time for the second one, which surprisingly went easier already, and I imagined it to be Ronald’s hard pink glans that was entering me. My jerking became faster, and my heart raged as the pleasure became more intense.

But then footsteps entered the restroom and I abruptly stopped. I totally had forgotten about everything around me.

I could hear how the stranger on the other side of the door stopped at one of the urinals after which a spattering spurt resounded through the room. After that entered another, who apparently knew the first one, and the two began chatting. As if that was not enough, just a few seconds later a third person entered the lavatory, and behind me, the handle of the door went down.

Relieved I ascertained that I hadn’t forgotten to lock the door. But feeling all that presence on the other side took me fully out of the mood to continue what I was doing. I swiftly pulled up my pants, flushed the toilet and left the booth in a rush – my anus still stuffed with Ben Wa balls. As I uncomfortably passed the fellow students that carried a lavatory pass, I began thinking of an excuse with which to enter my class. But my head was still too full of my previous thoughts to come up with anything.

At the end of the hall was the classroom of Mr. James Shoemaker, my French teacher. I knocked two times at the class door before I went in.

The tall broad man standing in front of the classroom turned his bald head. After which he raised his hairy forearm to check the watch around his firm wrist.

“You’re ten minutes late.”

I glimpsed at the big clock on the wall. “More like nine. Just had to take a little piss.”

The class started laughing.

“Trying to be smart huh? Well in that case you can keep me company while I’m grading some work during your recess, and you’ll write the following line one hundred times: I am not allowed to arrive nine minutes late for class and instead I should arrive on time. Full sentences with no contractions and no numbers. And now take your seat before I make it one hundred fifty.”