It was May, and I was a few scant weeks away from my high school graduation. It had been a rewarding year: I was cast as the lead in the fall musical, I had heard the week before that I was being awarded a free ride at the college of my choice with the Founder's Scholarship. And the most amazing reward of all...I got laid by my student teacher.
Casey was at my high school for 8 weeks, teaching my senior English class and working towards her own graduation with a bachelor of arts in English and teachers certification. Short, blonde and beautiful, she was setting off woodies all over school. She was 21; I knew because someone asked her in class and she replied, a bit scornfully, in a way that wilted the poor guy and sent out the clear message that she was not interested in boys. Only men.
Okay, fine, I thought to myself. She's unapproachable, but I can't help looking. I mean, I have a pulse...and most of the time a hard on in her class. Looking was fair game, I figured, so I looked. As it turned out, my desk was ground zero for looking. She lectured from a high stool and podium in the front of the classroom. She would cross her legs and turn her knees toward me, in the front row, farthest to the left. Her skirts were short for a teacher (obviously she hadn't bought her conservative teacher's clothes yet), and I spent most of my hour looking up into the holy land, while trying not to be too obvious about it.
Friday night, I was performing in the All District Choir Festival, and I was recruited to be the narrator for a spoken word portion of the piece being performed. My parents took me to the performance, and to my suprise I saw Casey there. She sat in the first row, to the left of the microphone where I was speaking. As I recited my lines I notice she was looking at me. To be more specific, she was staring at my crotch.
"Great," I thought, "she's come to give me a taste of my own medicine." I'm amazed I got through the recitation considering the distraction. But my discomfort in having my package stared at became something more. I was getting seriously aroused. I mean, she was staring at my crotch! My body, oblivious to my embarrassment, decided to give her something to stare at.
My cock rose up in my pants, swelling and reaching for my waistband. Praying it wasn't obvious to the hundreds of music lovers gathered in the auditorium, I glanced over at Casey. Her eyes, still fixed on my now bulging groin, widened and then moved up to meet my gaze. She smiled. What did that mean? Was she smiling because she had succeeded in embarrassing me, as I had evidently embarrassed her in class? Or was it something else? I knew I had to find out.
I retrieved my jacket and buttoned it up as soon as the performance was over. Maybe patrons 30 feet away had not noticed my hard-on, but up close they very well might, and the soldier insisted on staying at attention.
"That was quite a performance," I heard her say from behind me. Turning around I found her only inches from me.
"Uh, thanks," I mumbled. She fixed me in her confident gaze, and by most measures she seemed very self assured and calm, but I could sense something in her that wasn't so calm. Something in her breathing that suggested uncertainty.
"Kyle, do you need a ride home?"
Oh my God, I thought. She wants to be alone with me. My mind raced as I tried to imagine the rest of the evening.
"Let me tell my parents I have another way home," I said. "Don't go away."
After sending my parents home, I returned to Casey, who had fished her car keys out of her purse.
"My car is on the north lot," she said.
Our conversation is a blur to me now. Something about her former boyfriend and college. She pulled into my driveway, just off the road and 100 feet or so from the house. She left the engine idling.
"Kyle, I know you've been watching me in class all semester. I could tell you were enjoying yourself."
"Miss Anson, I-I apologize. I'm sorry, I nev..."
"It's all right Kyle, and call me Casey, okay? I didn't mind, really. Didn't you find it unusual that I always turned my knees toward you"
"I just thought I was, you know, lucky," I said. "I mean, no one else sat over that far, so fewer people would.."
"I did it for you, Kyle," she interrupted. "At first it embarrassed me, but after a while it made me...Kyle, it made me...hungry. I knew it aroused you, and that aroused me."