The existence of the cherry popper had never properly been confirmed. It was a rumour that had circulated through the nerds of the school for as long as Jerry could remember.
Some said it was just a fantasy, a made up dream that every nerd he had ever met wished upon himself. Others claimed the cherry popper had had her way with them, but after six years at the school, he had come to the conclusion that it was all a steaming pile of shit.
It wasn't until the hottest day of the summer, mid way through July, did he find a note attached to the inside of his locker. It was in a pink envelope. His name, Jerry Butcher, was scrawled neatly on the front in long swooping letters.
He looked at the envelope for a second, contemplating just chucking it away, but slipped it in his pocket with a glance around him to check if anyone had seen.
He slammed his locker shut and pushed his way through the crowd of people trudging down the halls towards the bathroom.
Locking himself in the far cubicle, he sat down on the toilet seat and pulled the note out of his pocket.
It was lemon scented and stuck down neatly at the back. He pulled one side open and yanked out a yellow piece of paper from inside. His hands started shaking as he read the note.
Jerry Butcher,
As you have turned 18, You have been chosen for a special class after school. A class of my own design, and one I believe will help you immensely.
Classroom 3A
3pm
Yours faithfully
The cherry popper
Jerry stared at the note, instantly coming to the conclusion that one of his friends was joking around. Maybe Barry had thought it was a funny prank. Or Nissa was fucking around. He wouldn't put it past either of them.
He scrunched the note up and flushed it down the toilet with a gurgle.
The bell rang, signalling the end of dinner break. He left the toilet in a flash and weaved in and out of the crowd in the hallway towards his maths class.
He enjoyed maths. It was predictable, and under his control. Everything could be put into rules and there was either a right or a wrong answer. No guesswork was involved, not like English or Science. The sense of order instantly calmed his nerves as the class began, but his mind began to wander.
"Jerry," the teacher barked at him from the front of the room. "As your so interested in my class can you please answer the question on the board?"
Jerry snapped out of his daze. Mr Cavanah stood at the front glaring at him. His big ears tinged pink with anger.
Jerry hesitated, then, "seven over fifteen?"
"You don't sound too sure," the teacher barked again then turned to the board. His face lit up as he worked out the problem for himself, then carried on with the class without saying another word to him.
Jerry sat there in half a daze, wondering what he should do. What if it was a prank? It had to be a prank right. The cherry popper was just a made up fantasy from a few horny nerds hoping to get laid. She wasn't real, she couldn't be. It had to be a prank.
The bell rang again. His next and final class of the day went by in a haze. He couldn't think of anything but the note he had flushed down the toilet. The cherry popper invaded every part of his mind. Surely it couldn't be real.
Jerry glanced up at the clock. Ten minutes left. He twiddled with his fingers and rearranged his desk over a dozen times before the bell sounded again. Everyone stood up with a thrum of chatter and scraping chairs.
He packed up his things and made for the door through the crowd. The walk to the entrance felt like an age. He weaved in and out of the crowds of people expertly dodging several flying balls and a kid who's backpack had spilled all over the floor.
He thought about just going home, ignoring the letter he had received. He made it all the way to the exit and noticed Nissa stood outside waiting for Barry. She tapped her foot on the bottom of the tree as she waited.
Barry turned and headed back into the school. Classroom 3A was in the center of the building near the science lab. It wasn't far, but the journey was hampered by the thrall of students littering the hallways.
Classroom 3A was the third door on the left. A dim light could be seen emanating from the crack under the door. Jerry wiped sweat from his forehead. His hand trembled as he gripped the door handle and turned it with a click.
The door drifted open. A wall of heat hit him as he stepped over the threshold into the dimly lit room. The smell of cherry mixed with something he couldn't quite place his finger on invaded his nostrils.
"Hello?" Jerry called.
He took one step forwards half expecting Barry or someone to jump out of a corner laughing at him, but that never happened.
Miss Ames, his biology teacher came strolling around a partition and came to stand in front of him with her hand son her hips. She was wearing a long white overcoat, killer heels and a red bracelet on her left wrist. Her hair was long, blonde and flowing. She smiled at him with lips coated in a deep, glossy red showing rows of white teeth.
"Come in Jerry," she purred and beckoned him forwards. "And shut the door."
Jerry did as he was asked. The door slammed behind them. She gestured to a seat in the front row, which he took, and shoved his bag underneath the table at his feet.
"Do you know why you are here" She said and came to stand in front of his table. Her accent was strong, from Lithuania or Poland, he couldn't tell which. She leant over putting her face close to his. Her perfume was intoxicating.
"I'm not sure," Jerry said.
"You are here because you have been selected for a special lesson," she purred and walked over the the blackboard. She scrawled something on it with red chalk then turned and stepped to the side.
"Sex," she pointed at the word on the board. "Are there any other words that mean the same?"
Jerry hesitated before speaking. "Love making?"
"Ah yes of course," she said and wrote the words on the board. "Anything else?"
Jerry could think of several words but he felt his face heat up with embarrassment.
"Don't be shy," she said. "Look, I'll name a few. Fucking?"
Jerry nodded.
"Humping, banging, shagging, pumping," she giggled. "All these sexy words. There are lots of them."
"Okay," Jerry squirmed in his seat.
"Now this lesson I will teach you about sex. The first part will be theory, the second a practical exam. You will be graded, B for boring, A for average, C for considerate, and O for orgasmic." She said and cocked her head to the side. "Understood?"
"Uh, yea," Jerry replied.
"Achieving an O in my class will earn you one bonus session with me and my assistant," she said. "not one O has been given as of yet, but here I am hoping one day it will happen."
"I'll try."
"I'm sure you will," she smiled at him and then turned to the blackboard.
"I also have one rule in my special lesson that all who attend myst abide by," she said. "You do not talk about the cherry popper, ever! Do you understand?"
Jerry nodded.
The next half hour was a mixture of her explaining how sex was performed and then describing the areas where both men and women were easily pleasured along with several techniques for maximum satisfaction.
Jerry took notes in his notebook. He was still in shock a little that miss Ames was the cherry popper. He had no idea, but he could have expected it as she was gorgeous. Many a student sat in her class distracted from their work by her sexy body. Her tanned skin and slim, toned frame was enough to get any teenager hard as a rock.
"Now," miss Ames said and gripped the front of his table. She slid it to the side with a screech. "For the next part of the lesson."
Jerry watched as she got on her knees and expertly unhooked the clasp holding his trousers together. His cock popped up and out.
"Oh," she gasped. "You are a hard boy aren't you?"
Jerry nodded. Just the anticipation of her hands touching him was enough to make him explode.
"Now," she took his shaft in her hand. "I'm going to do this."
Jerry grunted as she pumped his cock once. A sudden overwhelming feeling welled up inside him and his cock spasmed. Miss Ames gasped and quickly shoved him fully inside her mouth as he exploded a load so big he felt it hit the back of her throat. She groaned and jerked his cock with her hand sucking every drop of him into her.
"Don't worry," she gasped releasing him from inside her mouth. "It happens to most first timers."
"I'm sorry," Jerry said.
"I said, don't worry. I'm sure just the thought of my body will make you hard again!" And with that she stood up. She gripped the front of her white overcoat and pulled the buttons apart with a crack. She slid it onto the floor and stood fully naked in front of him. Her boobs were nice, round and firm. Her slim figure curved out and in in waves. Her toned stomach and long legs rippled with strength.
Jerry looked her up and down with his mouth wide open.
"You like?" She giggled then planted one leg up on a chair revealing the inside of her thigh. "How about this?"
She pointed at a tattoo of two cherry's etched into her skin just to the right of her slit.
Jerry nodded in agreement and felt himself grow hard instantly.
"Now," she slid back into a table and spread her legs wide. "It's your turn Jerry, remember what I taught you."
Jerry hesitated but crouched down between her legs. Her sweet smelling slit sat barely inches from his face.
"Are you ready?" She gasped. "I can almost feel you already!"
Jerry nodded then placed both lips just above her slit and stuck his tongue onto the small nub of flesh that resided there.
"Mmmmm," miss Ames groaned.
"Is that okay?" Jerry asked.
"Oh god yes, keep going," she moaned and shifted her hips up and down, rubbing herself on his face.
Jerry licked, gently, up and down. The tip of his tongue caressed her clit in long sweeping strokes.
Miss Ames let out a long sigh of air then reached down and gripped the back of his head, locking him firmly between her legs.
"Ahhhhh!" She groaned. "Your such a Good boy Jerry."
Jerry licked faster now, building his momentum slowly as Miss Ames's legs started to quiver. She arched her back and let out a long moan of pleasure.
"Oh god, your on your way to an O grade Jerry," she hissed and started to gyrate her hips faster against his mouth. Each lick sent spasms through her body like electricity. Her face contorted into a look of pure exctasy as small beads of sweat gathered on her smooth breasts.
"That's it," she groaned. "Make me cum, I'm nearly there!"
She thrashed her head from side to side as another lick of his tongue suddenly made her cry out loud.
Jerry pushed his tongue harder on her throbbing clit, licking and sucking. She lifted her legs higher, arched her back and let out a long high pitched scream. Jerry felt her pussy tighten in his mouth then release. A gush of warm liquid dribbled down his chin. Her scream lasted for what felt like an eternity as she wriggled and squirmed against his mouth, taking every last bit of pleasure she could from him, then her hands relaxed.
Her body slumped back onto the desk. Her legs quivered as Jerry pulled back and looked up at her.
