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  Copyright © 2015 Jodie Jacobs

  Two for the Teacher

  By Jodie Jacobs

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  Two for the Teacher is an erotic short story and is intended for readers of 18 years and over.

  TWO FOR THE TEACHER

  Sitting through math was a nightmare. From the moment I stepped into class, my dick nagged at me to throw Miss J down and take her on the desk. Despite my throbbing cock, I laughed at the image, imagining the whole class looking on in horror, or maybe with impressed awe. Regardless, every time she brushed by my desk, she’d find a subtle way to reach out to me. A small caress of her finger on my shoulder or her flirty skirt brushing past my arm kept me on edge enough to know without a doubt that night I’d be taking her again.

  The previous night, instead of sleeping, I’d had our time in the library on replay. I’d even gone to the library before school that morning, earning a raised brow from a few other students. I was not known for my academic prowess. I had made my way upstairs to the comfortable sofa where I’d laid her bare before me, tasted her, sucked her, let her ride me hard. The visit was as much of a punishment as it was a turn-on. Regardless, I couldn’t help but inhale deeply, savoring the light scent of our combined arousal which still lingered in the air.

  “Damon.” Miss J’s sweet voice pulled me away from the memory of her scent and left my dick twitching impossibly hard. Thank God, I had the forethought to wear a longer-than-usual t-shirt to cover my erection.

  I couldn’t resist the light smile playing on my mouth when I answered her. “Yes, Miss J?” I cleared my throat a little after saying her name, not meaning for my words to come out with roughness. If anyone had been paying close attention, they would have spotted my breathy response a mile off and heard the need there. As it was, my classmates were busy packing up their belongings, ready to head out for lunch.

  Smiling, Miss J stood behind her desk, her eyes fixed on mine. “If you have a minute, may I have a word?”

  I nodded, not trusting my voice.

  The bell rang and I remained in my seat as those around me finished packing and left. As the last student exited the room, the door banged shut behind them. Standing, I picked up my books and headed toward her. She backed away to the small supply closest to the left of the room behind her desk. I prowled toward her, loving the game and the chase, and hoped desperately she was leading me to the closet so I could fuck her. If I manage to sink between her thighs, I may actually be able to survive the day without having to take care of my cock myself.

  Her back hit the closed door. I stood before her, reaching my hand toward her hip, leaning in and taking a breath of her sweetness. Clamping my hand on the doorknob, I opened it and walked Miss J backward into the darkened room. The door shut behind us, leaving us in inky blackness. I couldn’t see a damn thing, but I desperately wanted to. A click in the darkness alerted me to a small light which flicked on.

  Adjusting my eyes, I watched Miss J shrug out of her panties before she undid the fly of my jeans. I knew we didn’t have time to enjoy or savor each other, even though the temptation to push her to her knees and slam into her mouth was there. Instead, I allowed her to pull my cock free. I gasped and groaned when her hand gripped my length and she pumped a few times.

  I didn’t need a rub. I was stiff enough, but shit, her hand felt too fucking good. Spotting a table toward the back of the small closet, I backed her against it and lifted her onto it. I spread her legs and trailed my fingers up her thighs before I circled her swollen clit. She was as ready as I was.

  Leaning down to her, I took her mouth, teasing it open before kissing her hard. Her tongue in my mouth, my fingers thrust into her pussy. Immediately, she groaned and bucked against my hand. I pulled my mouth from her and caressed her breast with my other hand, flicking my gaze between her puckered nipples and my hand beneath her skirt. It wasn’t enough. I needed to see her cunt. “Hell, Miss J, you’re so wet. I need to see you. Shit, have we got—“

  “Yes, Damon, whatever you need. I’ve thought about you all night. I almost dragged you back here in the middle of the lesson.”

  I grinned at her words, loving how affected she was by the thought of me and my touch. I removed my fingers from her pussy and brought them to my mouth, enjoying her arousal. Sweet peaches. She gasped at my action and focused her gaze on my hand as I licked her juices clean off my fingers.

  “Skirt off,” I all but growled, unable to keep the need out of my voice.

  She pulled the skirt past her hips, lifting her ass off the desk as she did so. I took over and removed the skirt completely. Her exposed, bare pussy glistened before me. Even though I knew the clock was ticking and I had to be fast, I couldn’t resist the draw. I needed my mouth on her cunt.

  “Fuck.” I dropped to my knees and placed my open mouth on her pussy. She moaned in delight and clasped both hands on my head, dragging me even closer to her. With the flat of my tongue, I licked her clean, earning a gasp. Proceeding to lash my tongue against her sex, her hips jerked as I pushed my tongue into her entrance and fucked her. She rode my face hard. I clamped my hand on her ass and pulled her toward me as she tugged away slightly. Her orgasm was coming yet she was fighting it. Fuck that. I wanted her cream to coat my tongue, my throat. The thought alone of her unique peaches almost had me blowing my load.

  “Damon, Oh, God, no. I need you to fuck me. I need your cock. Shit, please,” she begged. I ignored her pleas and grinned as I removed my tongue from her heat and flicked her clit. I nibbled and lapped at her before I drank her in. Removing her hands from my head, she clamped them around her mouth as she screamed her release.

  Standing swiftly, I pulled a condom out of my pocket, quickly sheathed it and placed my aching cock at her opening. I then slammed myself in, not waiting for her to come down. Her pussy closed around me and pulsated, her orgasm still traveling through her body in waves. At my intrusion her eyes sprang open, her mouth still hidden behind her hands. Her eyes grew impossibly large before they closed and reopened at half-mast.

  Damn, she was hot and so deliciously tight. Once at my hilt I took a moment, reveling in the luxury of her pussy. Loving the sensation and the feel of Miss J as I was still pushed firmly inside her, I removed her hands and thrust my tongue into her mouth. Her eyes rolled at the taste of her cum, and it was the end of my restraint. My hips jerked as though they had a mind of their own. Pulling my lips from hers, I lifted both her legs to balance on my shoulders. It offered me the perfect view of our bodies joining, my cock plunging in and out of her pussy.

  I pounded into her, holding onto her thighs, needing the anchor to drive into her hard. “Miss J, you’re fucking perfect. Hell, your pussy…”

  The O forming on her sexy mouth lifted into a smile. “You like my pussy, Damon?”

  “Yes, Miss J. I really do.”

  “Good. Your cock feels so good. I’ve wanted you like this for so long.”

  My heart and stomach jumped at he
r words. I had no idea how such a woman as Miss J could have fantasized about me, but shit, the thought alone had my hips jerking and slamming harder. I knew I couldn’t last much longer, so my thumb found her clit. I needed to push her over again. I needed the sensation of her coming to clench my dick, and most of all, I needed to see her cum coat my cock.

  “Why’d you wait so long?” I managed to ask between the light dancing behind my vision and the pounding of our flesh.

  She laughed alongside a groan. I mirrored her sounds, her muscles contracting around my dick as she did. “I should have waited a couple more weeks, when you left, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed you to be eighteen, too.”

  Thank Christ for my birthday a couple of weeks back. I’d never been more relieved of my age. Some of the guys in my year were still seventeen.

  “I’m so fucking pleased you didn’t wait.” I pinched her clit, my balls tingling. I plunged in a couple more times and shot my release.

  “Damn, Damon,” she cried. My mouth found hers as she orgasmed. There wasn’t a hotter sound than hearing her in the throes of ecstasy, knowing I had caused it to happen. Her hips bucked and she shuddered. My thumb still on her clit, I rubbed it gently as she came down, jerking my own hips.

  Lifting my mouth away from hers, I grinned. “You look so beautiful when you come, when you scream my name. I’ve never heard something quite so hot.”

  She laughed, tightening her walls around my cock.

  “Shit, Miss J. Don’t laugh. Christ, you’ll kill my dick.” She laughed again, a light tinkling noise, and I moaned at the contraction. “I suppose we better get going for lunch.”

  She nodded and bit on her lower lip. I wished she wouldn’t do that shit. My cock bounced inside her slick heat. I wanted to bite down on her lip and go again.

  “Yes, lunch.” She smirked and raised her brown eyes to mine. She flicked her gaze to our joined bodies in question.

  I shrugged. “What?” I asked in amusement.

  “We don’t have time to go again. Later.”

  I lowered her legs and kissed her once more before pulling out. I shuddered as her muscles released my sensitive dick. Tucking myself back in my jeans after removing the full condom, I picked up her skirt and panties and gave them to her. I hesitated over her panties, considering keeping them for myself, but then thought better of it. The thought of her bare for the rest of the afternoon would push me over the edge and to my car for a quick wank. I’d prefer to wait for tonight.

  “So, tonight?” I left the rest of the question, allowing her to fill in the blanks, not quite sure what to say.

  “Yes?” She looked at me, mildly amused as my peaked brow urged her to keep going. She smiled as she dressed. “Okay,” she continued. “I’ve spoken to Mac about the possibility of tutoring you. He’s game.”

  “So have you and he…?” I didn’t really want to know the answer. A surge of jealousy zipped through my body at the thought.

  On her tiptoes, she brushed her tits against my chest and kissed me. “No.” I exhaled, relieved. “I just thought it could be fun, the three of us.

  “Have you ever had a threesome before?”

  “No, have you?”

  I shook my head, once again reassured we were trying this together. There was no status, no label to what Miss J and I had. I was sure I had no claim over her, yet damn if I didn’t want to. I knew what we were doing was dangerous—for her, not for me. If news of our affair got out, she’d be ruined. That was half of the thrill, for both of us, I was sure. “Does he know what you’re planning for tonight?”

  “No.”

  Damn, it was a risk. My dick jerked at the thought, at the danger. “So, why do you think he’ll be interested?”

  A sexy grin played on her mouth. “Damon, are you serious? Have you seen yourself?”

  I puffed out my chest at her words. “Do you think I’m hot, Miss J?”

  She bit her bottom lip and I growled. It was obvious by that point she knew what that little gesture did to me. “You are so hot. I could take you again.”

  “Fuck.” I readjusted my dick, knowing it wanted to break free and bury itself in her heat once more.

  “It’s just clear he’s into men as well as women. I’ve noticed it a couple of times. I’m pretty sure he’s undressed you a few times with his eyes.”

  “But I’m not bi.”

  “I know, but these are your experimental years, right?” Her hand cupped my balls.

  “They sure are.” How could I answer any other way when she literally had me by the balls, creating a sensation I longed for.

  She gripped a little tighter and dragged her nails over the denim. “Okay. Same time tonight, Damon.” Once more on tiptoes, she pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue traced the seam of my lips but before I could fall into her kiss, she pulled away. “Come on. You best go.”

  We headed out of the room. I smacked her ass as she stopped by her desk and carried on out of the door.

  ###

  Chlorine clung to the room, immediately invading my senses. The pool was a rare visit for me. When not in class, I tended to be on the football field or hanging with the guys in the cafeteria. It was amazing how in less than twenty-four hours, I was more than willing to change my routine and scope out someplace new. My mission that lunchtime was Mac.

  Sitting on one of the side benches overlooking the pool, I watched on at the bodies in the water. There were a number of students present, both male and female, some diving, some doing laps, while others were hanging out and chatting.

  My eyes were drawn to the gentle splashing and small waves created by a slim-line body as it parted through the water with ease. In rhythmic motion, his arms lifted out of the water, revealing cut muscles before reentering. I sat transfixed, knowing immediately it was Mac.

  He was the best swimmer in the school. Even though I didn’t know the first damn thing about swimming, apart from being aware it was a time I knew I could get a bare-flesh fix of some hot girls, the grace and power of Mac’s strokes were impressive. The dude was strong.

  I took great pride in my own physique. I lived clean—most of the time—exercised regularly and was pretty much a solid wall of muscle. Swimmers, however, were different, with Mac being no exception. His muscle tone was visible over every part of his body. He had that whole swimmer’s V thing going on – broad shoulders, long arms, a long torso, a flat abdomen, a thin waist and powerful legs. I appreciate how ripped he was and knew, not only by his physique but common knowledge, that he trained every day. I was also aware he’d been given a scholarship to a top university because of his mad skills in the pool.

  As I watched him reach the end of the pool, I remained transfixed as he pulled himself out of the water with ease. His biceps taut, rivulets of water dripped down his tanned skin. Never in my life had I eyed up a man with the look of a predator. While I happily watched a porno and enjoyed seeing a man’s cock plow into a woman’s pussy, it was the act itself which got me hot and horny, not the guy. I’d never stopped to take in the porn star’s butt muscles or how it would feel to suck his cock. Never. Or at least never until Miss J planted the tempting seed of Mac in my head.

  My eyes remained on his body as he made his way to a bench and picked up a towel. Drying himself off, his eyes landed on me. It took me a moment to register he was looking my way. No doubt he’d seen me checking out his body. Any other time, I was sure I would be freaked the crap out, but as my gaze met his, I didn’t withdraw. I held his stare purposefully, half-wondering what the hell he was thinking.

  He looked away as someone called his name. After replying, he then fixed his gaze back on me. That time, his eyes searched my face and roamed my chest. Miss J was right; I was just surprised I’d never seen it before. Mac would not be saying no when I asked him to suck my dick.

  The bell was about to go and unsurprisingly, I once again had a hard-on. Fuck it! I was leaving school soon, and to get an opportunity like this was not one to be missed. I
decided to make a brief show for Mac, interested to see his reaction. I knew Miss J had organized the evening under the pretense of tutoring, but I thought maybe a little hint was the way forward.

  Standing, eyes still on Mac as he collected his things while haphazardly watching me, I readjusted my straining cock, lifting my tee briefly, knowing my hard-on would make for an impressive outline. I couldn’t give a shit if anyone else was watching, nor did I look. Instead, my eyes were set on his. At my movement, which was as brief as it was deliberate, a thrill went through and travelled instantly to my dick, making it harder—his eyes had widened and were pointedly fixed on my cock. Looking on, he gulped before his eyes sprung back to my face. Allowing a light smile to lift the corners of my mouth, I ensured my tee covered my erection, picked up my bag and headed out to class.

  If anything, my little display had not only piqued my interest, but it also gave Mac a hint as to the possibility of what the night would bring. The next hardship would be getting through the afternoon and waiting to meet up with Miss J and Mac.

  The evening was sure to be one hell of an experience.

  ###

  I was right on time. Miss J was waiting upstairs for me looking hot, wearing a floaty button-up dress. Buttons trailed down the center and left a perfect glimpse of her amazing tits. It could have easily been awkward. In the warm-up to waiting for Mac, it was possible to have a real conversation, one which was more than a simple ‘strip and spread your legs’. While that was a pretty fucking amazing conversation to have, I hoped it could have been more than that.

  I had no grand ideas about Miss J and me. I would be leaving for college after the break and was sure Miss J had no desire to have a full-on relationship with an eighteen-year-old. It was all fine by me; I’d have my fill and happily so. Getting my dick wet in such an amazing pussy was an experience I was sure never to have again. I most definitely appreciated all Miss J had to give.

  “Hey,” I greeted.