It is an undeniable fact that a young man, having reached majority i.e. 18 and with a healthy libido capable of multiple erections each and every day which can be, and no doubt are, masturbated up to five times a day producing a good quantity of thick spunk, but not having had the benefit of anything more than some finger fucking and finger sniffing thereafter, is in need of an older woman to teach him, giving him the benefit of her sexual experience, and showing him the ropes, although she may prefer to tie his wrists behind his back with a stocking or even handcuffs while she sits on his face and comes in his mouth several times a session. You wont find that in the foreword of any Brönte sisters novel, well maybe Jane Austen...
And so to the subject of our story: School had been hell for Vex, well, senior school had been, junior school was memorable mainly due to a couple of teachers, one, Katherine who had taught him over two years, allowing him to express himself and who was his first real crush: a tall and statuesque brunette with such a sweet nurturing personality. The other was a different kettle of fish: strict and quite stern, enormous breasts and thighs that could crush a weightlifters head, but who, as the year wore on gained his respect and devotion as she worked so incredibly hard to get him, and others who were willing to learn, through the entrance exams in order to get to a better school.
When she had popped into his fantasy dressed in a black basque and lace top stockings, with black pvc ankle boots and an incredibly hairy fanny he had wanked himself to an amazing orgasm, the cum shooting up to his chest almost hitting him in the face. Miss Tynish had featured quite often in his fantasies after that, but his devotion to the memory of Katherine never faulted not for one minute (well, except during the Miss Tynish wanking sessions!)
In case you were wondering, Vex wasn't his proper name but a nickname he'd had since his first year at senior school, and was thinking he might dump it as he went on to goodness knows what, more education or work, he hadn't yet decided. But for now his school days were rapidly drawing to a close, barely a day away, and he could hardly wait.
What had disappointed him since his birthday had taken him past the age of eighteen was his total failure to get laid. He'd tried it on with several girls and barely got to the aforementioned sniffing of his fingers, never mind tasting cunt juice straight from the fuck hole, so to speak, which was what he wanted more than anything. Well, as much as he also wanted to spunk his load into a nice tight cunt.
Lunchtime was almost over, and classes had been fairly loose and unregulated since the exams had been concluded. He thought he might go down towards the girls P.E. block to see who was around, you never know, he might get lucky.
As he approached the corner of the building a teacher came around and he almost collided with her. He bowled on past, turning on his right heel, in order to apologise. As he turned towards her he recognised her as his erstwhile art teacher Miss Hill (he had dropped the subject some years ago) and waited for her to compose herself before blurting out an apology.
"That's ok Vex, looking forward to tomorrow?"
Vex was taken aback that she even knew him, never mind remembered his nickname.
"Yes Miss, very much so."
"I was talking to a mutual friend last night who was asking after you. How fortunate I've bumped into you."
Almost literally, thought Vex, but who could she be referring to?
"Sorry Miss, but I've no idea who you mean."
"Oh, I think you'll remember her, she taught you in junior school."
What? And she still remembered him, that was years ago!
She stepped to the side, out of the general flow and hubbub of kids and teachers and he walked over to her, as much to hear her clearly as anything else.
"She was asking how you'd done, but I had to tell her I was none the wiser. She said you were one of, if not her favourite pupil, and had often wondered how you'd progressed."
Vex thought that if she knew she might be somewhat underwhelmed as, although he'd loved his formative school years the last few had been a living hell.
"Sorry Miss, but who is your friend?"
"Do you remember Katherine? Katherine Faucette?"
The name hit him like a cricket bat 🏏. Katherine had never left his memory, he thought of her with such fondness, and since his very first erection had wanked himself as often as possible fantasising about her.
Miss Hill continued to speak but he hardly heard her.
"Well, do you play?"
"Sorry Miss, play what?"
"Badminton, Vex, I play with Katherine and her friend two or three times a week. In fact we're playing tonight if you're interested."
Vex hadn't played for a couple of years, not since a disastrous campaign of evening badminton sessions had totally failed to get him laid, although in the last few months his friend Mike, since turning 18 had managed to get off with a freckle faced little vixen called Cat, who he had subsequently introduced him to tea time after school sex sessions before her college lecturer parents arrived home. Jammy bastard, Vex had never forgiven him for not sharing, as he was sure she'd have been up for a bit of spit roasting, but the greedy cunt had refused to broach the subject with her. Vex was certain she'd have been enthusiastic, after all she never objected to him shoving his hand up her skirt and into her knickers in the scrum in the stairwells between lessons, and had giggled all the way through the blindside fumblings.
He clenched his eyes shut dispelling the memories.
"Well," said a somewhat bemused Miss Hill, "if you're interested we'll be in the girls gym at 5. Maybe we'll see you there." she concluded before turning on her heels and striding away.
Vex walked away, thinking she had sounded a bit miffed that he wasn't in the least enthusiastic about going to Badminton that evening, and he cursed himself at his clumsiness when talking to her. She'd always been quite nice to him and had even said she was disappointed he was dropping her subject, but even though he enjoyed drawing he'd never like the feel of pottery clay, not that he'd told her that.
He spent the rest of the afternoon in a daze, should he go or not? It would really be his last chance to see Katherine, as as of tomorrow he would have no contact with their mutual friend Miss Hill. In fact, Miss Hill was as of Easter Saturday gone, Mrs Crosby, but Vex had completely missed the rings on her hand.
He'd already decided to skip the last day, all the shenanigans and nonsense wasn't his thing, he was far too mature for that, so going to watch some women, real women rather than girls as they threw themselves around a Badminton court in tight T shirts and short pleated skirts might not be a bad way to spend an hour.
He decided to skip the final period, the Physics master spent more time fucking killing them with tobacco smoke than teaching them anything, so, having said goodbye to some of his classmates, but certainly not all of the gits, he left at 3, jumped on the bus and surprised his mother in arriving home early. He ate alone then quickly showered, dried his shoulder length blonde hair, changed into his jeans and favourite shirt, and left at ten past five.
The school was all but deserted when he arrived, altogether more peaceful than two hours previously. He walked into the girls gym block and looked through the glass window in the door.
A redhead and a brunette, had their backs to him, and another brunette, an older lady and the fair haired Miss Hill, or rather Mrs Crosby, with another older lady with salt and pepper hair sat at the side.
He opened the door, disappointed he couldn't see Katherine's short almost boy like haircut, and stood with his back to the wall, the game progressing at the far end.
After the point finished Mrs Crosby spotted him and called a time out. He couldn't hear what she said but the brunette turned to look his way.
His heart skipped a beat as he saw her, straight brown hair just past her shoulders, longer than she wore it when he knew her, seemed to sway in slo mo as she turned to face him, a generous smile spreading across her mouth. He couldn't help but notice how she had become even more alluring in the intervening years, her breasts, not huge but still very nice and full, strained in her white T shirt, damp with sweat, her blue pleated skirt pushed up at the back by her firm bottom.
Time seemed to stand still as she ran towards him, a girl-like squeal emitting from her open mouth. She reached him and his world seemed to turn upside down, what day was it, was it even day, or night, or was he even there? Perhaps he was dreaming. She reached him and embraced him in a hug which pushed her breasts into his chest.
Looking over her shoulder he could see Miss Hill, or rather Mrs Crosby walking towards him, she was talking but he couldn't hear anything only his heart beating in his head.
Katherine broke the hug and held him at arms length, her hands on his upper arms.
"Vex?" she asked. She then repeated it and he came out of his trance like state.
"Er yeah?"
Katherine turned to face her friend. "He certainly wasn't called Vex back then."
"Nickname darling." said Miss Hill "You know how these boys are."
Katherine turned back to him. "Vex it is then."
He wanted to protest, he had planned to drop the nickname once he moved on, but it seemed churlish to say anything right now.
"Don't I get introduced?"
Vex looked up just as the redhead came into view from behind Katherine. She was quite stunning with slightly oriental eyes but lovely generous lips, a bit like a young Kate Thornton, a British tv personality, but, it later transpired, much more intelligent, and introduced as Hannah.
The badminton resumed but without Katherine, as she and Vex stood outside of hearing distance chatting like old friends as she linked his arm. She seemed genuinely pleased to see him, and he, well he was just in awe of her, a thirtysomething beauty who was interested in him? Who'd have thought?
