Teachers Pet 83

The summer of 2018 marked 10 years since I graduated from high school. I got a letter in the mail forwarded to me by my parents from my old school.

Dear Joseph,

Can you believe it's already been 10 years since we graduated from Emerson High School? We want to catch up with you and other classmates and find out what's been happening in your life since we parted. So please mark your calendar for Saturday, August 15th at 7.00 p.m. when we will hold our 10th reunion of the class of 2008.

We are making the reunion plans and will be in touch with you soon with all the details. We hope you can make it to the reunion. It'll be great to see you and reminisce about high school days!

Best regards,

C. Gainsbury,

Principal, Emerson High School.

I must admit the letter caught me a bit off guard. I never really liked the idea of these reunions or 'catch ups' but I hadn't seen any of my old friends in years and I had started to miss the way things were. Maybe that's just part of growing up. In any case, I decided I would go. It was more than likely going to be boring and uneventful but at least I might see a friendly face or two.

I got to my parents house late Friday night with a small bag for the weekend. My flight had been delayed, and sorting out a rental car took hours, so I was happy to just get indoors and take my shoes off. My feet were killing me. My parents were out of town on vacation so I had the house to myself. I went to bed early in my old room. Mom kept it exactly as I had it before I moved out. I can't say it didn't feel weird to sleep in my old bed, thinking about going back to school the next day. It wasn't quite nostalgia. It felt more like I had wandered into an episode of the Twilight Zone, as if the last 10 years never happened.

The next day, thanks to CATSA's delicate handling of my luggage, I had to iron my outfit for the night again. It wasn't anything too fancy, I wanted to keep it pretty casual: just blue slim fitting suit pants, and a sky blue shirt under a wine red wool jumper. I made my way to my old school at around 7.30, following the same route I had always taken what felt like a lifetime ago.

The school's parking lot was surprisingly busy, and there was a lot of activity around the old grounds. Seemed like I wouldn't be the only one who showed. I sat in my car, taking a moment to process the whole situation, watching the crowds and trying to see if I recognized any faces. The school itself had changed so much. There was an entirely new entrance and new classrooms that looked like they were just dropped in front of the school. Judging by the flow of people, it looked like the reunion was taking place in the sports hall, so I collected my thoughts, climbed out of my car and walked towards the hall.

'Disturbia' by Rihanna rattled off the walls through the PA system in the drafty sports hall. Daniel, who was always going to be the 'next great DJ' was stood behind his decks as if DJing at Coachella. Clearly hadn't changed—or done much—in 10 years. I instantly recognized old faces regroup into their old high school cliques. Eyes scanned the room. As soon as a group spied a face, arms shot in the air, girls screamed, and bros bro-hugged. I stood around blankly for a moment, and went to get a drink. Lunch Ladies handed out plastic cups of room temperature, non-alcoholic punch from behind a desk. I shuffled forward in line for my unappetising cup when I heard a voice that I couldn't place call my name.

'Joe? Joe Rodwell?' I turned towards the voice and saw the beaming face of my French teacher, Ms Kelly. I returned her bright smile with my own. She was new to teaching when I was in High School. You can imagine how a teenage boy would feel having a 20 something speak French to you 4 days a week. And she hadn't changed a day. Her light brown hair, with the same blonde highlights, was straightened and shoulder length. Her little button nose still wiggled when she smiled that same smile that drove me crazy. She always wore these loose fitting, black suit pants that would flaunt her big, round ass. I always had to sit cross legged in her class, and had to try and cover my boner when I left her room. But now she wore a blue and black striped dress that hugged her curves. And, my God, I felt like I was 16 again.

'Ms Kelly? How are you?' I gave her a polite kiss on the cheek as we briefly embraced.

'I'm good! And, please, I'm not your teacher anymore, you can call me Alicia. How are you? You look great!' I was fully under the spell of my boyish crush all over again. I felt dumb.

'Thank you. Yeah, I'm fine. You look amazing.' Amazing? Too much? Stupid, Joe.

'Et, comment est ton français?' Her cheek rose with a playful smirk as she raised an eyebrow.

'Oui, c'est pas mal', I said, feeling proud that I didn't fail her test.

'Good job! It wasn't a complete waste of time then', she laughed.

'Not a bit. I actually studied in Paris in junior year of college'

'Oh, really? That's great!'

'It really was. Couldn't've done it without you'. She smiled and swatted a hand at me dismissively.

'No, I mean it. You were definitely my favorite teacher. I hated French class in Middle School'. She smiled and tilted her head.

'Thank you. You were always... eager in class'. She grinned. I chuckled and scratched at the back of my head. My face blushed.

'We never got properly say goodbye cause of the maternity leave and all. How'd it all go, the wedding and everything?'

'Yes, I know! Always felt bad about that. But, yeah, Jack's 9 now. Me and his dad have separated, though. Few years back. This is the first night out I've had in... God, I don't even know. What a way to spend it, right? Even my nights out are at school', she laughed.

We continued to talk and catch up, only briefly stopping to greet interrupting acquaintances. We were getting on well, and I was feeling confident. So glad now that I came.

'Do you wanna go get a drink or something? If I hear another *noughties* club classic, I think I'll go insane.'

'Well, I only have a sitter til 10, so I've got to be home soon... You could come to mine? I think I have a bottle of wine' I tried so hard to keep my face from revealing my astonishment.

'Yeah, sure. That sounds great.' We slipped out of the hall and into our cars. She lead the way. I followed behind. I spent the entirety of the 10 minute drive to her house trying desperately not to picture her plump ass in front of the blackboard. Or that time she caught me staring at her tits. Fuck, what a rush. No, stop. I shook my head.

'Keep it cool, man. For God's sake, keep it cool', I mumbled to myself between deep, slow breaths. I pulled up behind her car in the driveway. It was a humble, old bungalow with a flaky wooden porch up to the front door.

'It's not much. That's teacher's salary for ya', she said, shrugging her shoulders. I just smiled back at her, trying not to say something stupid. We went inside and met the babysitter sat in front of the T.V. Alicia thanked her, paid her, and sent her home.

'Sit down, I'm just gonna go check on the boy'. I did as my teacher said, and looked around the room at the photos on walls and toys on the floor. I heard glasses clink and wine glug from a bottle. She came through, handed me a glass, and sat beside me on the couch, tucking her leg underneath her. The way she sat made her dress ride up her thigh, offering a glimpse underneath. I felt like I was sat in her class again. I had to cross my legs.

'You've got a lovely home'.

'Nah... sorry about the mess. I didn't know I'd have a guest over.'

'No, really. It's lovely.' She gave me a kind smile. I saw her eyes look from my eyes to my lips and back again.

'How is he?' I flicked my head toward the door.

'Yeah, he's fine. Fast asleep. Here, look.' She scooted right up beside me and pulled her phone out of her bag.

'That's Jack', she said, proudly showing a photo of her son. I moved my face beside hers as if I couldn't see the photo, and slid my hand along her back and held her shoulder. Her sweet perfume enchanted my senses. I smiled and made some kind of 'awh' noise. She swiped through a few more photos of her and her son before putting her phone away.

'So! You have to tell me. How was I as a teacher? I know you said, but really, I wasn't too much of a bitch, was I?'

'No, not at all. Everyone loved you. All the guys...'

'What?' She perked up.

'Well... they definitely thought you were... attractive'. She giggled.

'Oh yeah? And what about you?'

'I mean, yeah... You were damn hot'. We laughed.

'Were?'

'Yeah, and you still are'.

'I thought I saw you a couple times looking at more than just your books'. She draped her hand over my forearm.

'It was more than just a couple times', I chuckled and stared into her eyes. The eyes that used to light fires inside me lit those same fires again.

'Did you ever... to me?, she said making a jerking movement with her hand. We both fell about laughing. She slapped me playfully on the shoulder, leaving her hand there. She dragged her hand up my neck, holding the back of my head. I slowly leaned in. Our lips touched. I could taste wine on her tongue. I felt her quick breath. The sweet scent of her hair flashing me back to my teen years. I moved her onto her back. Our hands began exploring each other's bodies. The soft touch of her dress slid effortlessly under my hand. I held her small breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. I kissed down her neck and pulled her dress up to her waist, exposing black lace panties. I faintly caressed the top of her delicate thighs with my fingertips. She let out a tender sigh as she reached for the waist of my pants, undoing them. I pulled my pants off and started grinding my growing bulge off her enticing underwear. Between my precum, and her juicy pussy, our underwear was getting sticky. My bulge dancing with her mound with ease. I pulled her panties off, then my own. I sat up straight, admiring her glistening pussy, remembering all the times I had jerked off imagining what it looked like and how good it would feel to be inside it. I dragged the throbbing head of my cock down her labia, tapping it on her swollen clit.

'Fuck me'. She gazed deeply into my eyes.

'You want my cock, Ms Kelly? You want this cock in your pussy?'

'Fuck, yes. Your teacher wants your cock'. I held my cock, teasing her vagina, and slowly pushed my hips into hers. Her pussy, her magic pussy, was red hot. Feeling her warmth envelop my rigid cock as she rocked her hips back and forth, gripping and massaging with her sopping wet, velvety pussy lips was almost too much. I pulled back and made her beg me to plunge myself into her again. I swayed my hips side to side and back to front, my cock tracing circles deep inside her warm walls.

'Oh, Joe... fuck me harder'. She struggled to get the words out of her breathless body that wriggled and jerked underneath me.

'Yes, miss'. I slammed my hips against hers, pushing every inch of my rock hard cock into her thankful pussy. Her legs wrapped around my back, pleading for me to fuck her to ecstasy. My hips continued to hammer against hers. She cried out in uncontrollable pleasure every time my balls slapped off her supple body.

'Faster. Make me cum.' I did as my teacher asked, pounding her slippery pussy over and over with ease. I could feel cum building deep in the base of my shaft. The sensation tingled up my cock, making it twitch inside her. I was so close and ready to burst. My breath got quicker, shallower. I pressed my lips against hers, licking her tongue, picturing the flirty way she used to lick her teeth when she made a joke in class. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was fucking my teacher. I was fucking Ms Kelly.

'I'm gonna cum', I groaned.

'Mmm, cum for me, Joe. Cum for your teacher'. I pushed into her as deep as I could and shot out what felt like a sea of cum. It felt like it would never stop. My butt clenched as every last drop shot deep inside her. I collapsed onto her chest, utterly drained. She pulled me close, running her fingers through my hair, sucking on my neck. I lay on top of her, tensing my cock muscles to squeeze out the last drops of cum. I panted heavily, resting my head on her shoulder, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair. I couldn't move. I wanted this moment to last forever. That sweet afterglow of orgasm, lying in the arms of my teenage crush. I laughed to myself as I remembered how I used to jerk off imagining nights like this. I never thought it would feel this good.

If that guy could see me now.