All characters appearing or mentioned in this story are 18 years old or older. This story is a work of fiction and any reference or description to actual persons is unintentional.
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Mid June 1998, Last Days of High School
The day before the last day of my high school career started out wonderfully. I had a sensuous visit from my neighbor Leila that morning as she was just getting off of work. Today at lunch, Amber and I found a faculty bathroom we hadn't yet christened (and promptly did so). And lastly they had the good burritos for sale versus that normal microwave crap they normally have.
It was, however, too good to last it seems. The last couple of days of the year are filled with double periods. Most of them were pure drudgery. However my last english class of high school was today so I had two hours of Ms. Kane trying to get her students interested in writing.
Ms. Kane liked me cause I liked writing. However most of the students, male and even some female, liked Ms. Kane because she was a typical California leggy blonde. She was tall, curvaceous, with very green eyes and a triangle face, button nose, and shoulder length hair that would be a dark sandy color were it not for the sun bleaching. She was desirable to say the least and, according to many of my friends, is the subject of many of their fantasies. She was only in her mid-twenties and a fairly new teacher, but still commanded authority in her manner despite her inexperience.
Today she decided that if she hadn't interested people in writing yet, she wasn't going to spend 2 hours trying to convince them now. So if anyone had questions come see her.
Some students, myself included, went up to ask questions and get more information on this or that. When dismissal came, she called me to stay behind.
"Paul," she started, sitting behind her desk, "I'd like to see you in my office before school tomorrow. 7 am please if you will. I'd like to discuss your final."
Red alert! My final? What was wrong?
"Is there something wrong with it?" I ask.
She smile reassuringly. "No, it's fine, and you are going to pass with high marks. I just wanted to see you before school and discuss some things about you taking up writing as more than a hobby. I don't have time this afternoon but I do tomorrow. And since this is the last class we'll have together it's tomorrow or never."
That...was very nice. "OK. Sure. I can make that. Thanks Ms. Kane. See you tomorrow."
I left to join my friends heading to the coffee shop for an ice blended mocha. Thinking about it though, few teachers go to such lengths for their students, and it was really a very nice things Ms. Kane was doing for me.
The next morning dawned bright and sunny and perfect. Mostly, I think, because it was the very last day of high school. And even though my uncle was basically cutting me off in a matter of months, and even though if I bombed this presentation I have in a few weeks I was screwed for a good while, it was a nice feeling to have.
I arrived at school before most everyone else and got a parking spot way closer than I usually get. Ms. Kane was lucky enough to have an office in one of the older buildings because she taught so many different classes. IT was built in the 70's so it was a lot of concrete. I knocked on her door and entered when she bid.
She was seated at her desk, wearing a sleeveless form fitting grey work dress, her sun bleached hair straight and parted.
"Paul, thanks for meeting me," she said, smiling, "have a seat." I did so across from her desk.
"I have two things I wanted to go over with you. First, I've written down the information of a couple of people who work in publication that I think you'd benefit from talking to.
"Your stories and work in my class over the last 2 years has been exemplary and creative. I think the world would benefit from your perspective and humor."
"That's amazing, and thank you very much," I told her. "I can't promise I'll be a writer, but I'll certainly see what they have to say."
"Good. You have talent, but that means nothing without work. And I think you have the capability to succeed."
She leaned back in her chair. "The second item, though, is more of an unknown. I hesitate to bring it up but there isn't any more time allotted to us this year, so, as I said yesterday, it's now or never."
I didn't say anything, but waited for her to continue.
"For the last few months, I've been hearing things. I know that rumors are nothing to pay attention to, but some of them were quite interesting, with the most interesting concerning you."
"How, dare I ask, so," I inquired,
She smirked a little bit. "I am a teacher, but still a young woman, and as such I hear things. Some times when I am using one of the women's restroom, a group would come in and start chattering. This is typical high school bullshit, but one young woman, Ashley, mentioned your name to a friend she was talking to. They were dishing on you; in particular, your ability to show a gal a good time."
I started sweating. Profusely. Either this was going to end really horribly for me or something really interesting was about to happen.
Horror movies start this way, but then again, so do pornos. I cleared my throat.
"Uh...I am not sure what was said, but you can't always believe gossip," I said.
"True," she conceded, "but her descriptions were detailed and...interesting, mostly concerning your endowments and skills. And she was not the only one to comment as such.
"Now, I don't make it a habit of stalking restrooms, but my free times coincide with some groups and I have heard a few tidbits concerning you. Enough for me to give them serious consideration as to their merit. And", she smiled knowingly, "at least one first hand account of you and another girl just yesterday in one of the faculty bathrooms making a sticky mess of each other. From what I heard, she was most satisfied with your ministrations."
Huh. I had thought I checked to see if anyone was there. Apparently I did not check thoroughly enough. "So," I ask in a very cool tone (probably), "what is it that you are considering?"
She stood up and walked around the desk, leaning against it close to me. "I am considering fulfilling one of my life goals, and using your help to attain it."
She moved to lean over me, her hands on the arms of my chair. I could smell her subtle rose perfume. "I have always fantasized about having hot steamy sex with one of my students. Usually its the football players or the like, but I never hear compliments about them." She stood up fully, leaning back against the desk.
"So this is a unique opportunity for me. You are, technically, still a student. Nothing we do here will affect your grade or future in my class since we don't have classes anymore together. And...", she said, standing fully up, running her hands up her waist and over her breasts, "I don't have a class this morning, and you have a free period, so we both have the time."
Well...at least I wasn't in trouble. I stood up in front of her, only a couple of inches taller. My growing erection was straining my pants a bit at this point.
"So," I asked her, "how can I help fulfill your fantasy?"
"First," she said, still running her hands over her breasts, "take out that cock so I can see what I'm working with. I know it's getting hard to hide it even in those baggy pants."
Still looking into her deep green eyes, I unzipped and extracted my long, thick, and continually hardening member. Ms. Kane looked down after a few moments, eyes widening and smile curling onto her lips.
"My, my," she said, "the rumors are true it seems. How very good for me." She reached for my belt and undid it, my pants falling to the ground easily, and pulled my shorts down. She then turned around and moved her hair aside from her neck.
"Do you mind," she asked sweetly. I grabbed the zipper and slowly pulled down. I was treated to a sight of lightly tanned flesh from her neck to her tailbone before she turned back around. She pushed me back down into the chair and kneeled in front of me.
She took me in one hand and started to jack my shaft at a sedate pace. My hardness increasing by the second, she giggled a little at the speed my erection grew.
"Oh, so eager. Very nice." She ran her face up the underside of my cock, a tiny trail of precum deposited on her cheek. "Are you ready to have what so many men in this school have fantasized about?" she asked, voice filled with lust.
"Yes, Ms. Kane. Please, yes," I pleaded.
"Well, since you are such a good student for me, I suppose you deserve a reward." With out further word, she ran one long luxurious lick along the underside of my cock and then inhaled the head and a few inches.
Her moaning was like a vibrator on my head, especially along the underside where I could feel her tongue lapping at it, flicking it. She bobbed her head slightly to get a good lube going before taking me in even further.
I ran my hands through her hair, along the sides and held them on the back of her head. I didn't push, but wanted a clear view of her lips distended around my girth, my cock disappearing down her throat more and more each time she went down.
She was able to swallow at least most of me, with a hand still holding the base. No one had been able to take me that far before and the feeling of her lips and throat was exquisite; hot, tight, wet, and indescribably sexy because it was Ms. Kane sucking my dick.
I groaned wantonly when she pulled off of my now fully erect member. She stood up and reached behind her, pulling the neck of her dress down. I was treated again to seeing a whole lot of the lightly tanned flesh of Ms. Kane. She had faint tan lines from a very tiny bikini, large C-cup breasts with deeply pink nipples that were presently very full and firm, and a small mole on the inside of her left one.
