This is the third and final installment of a story based on true facts, which I lived during my high school days, back in the late '70s. Names have been changed to protect the innocent and the not so innocent as well. All characters are above 18, for some of them, barely so. Also, English is not my first language. Anyway, criticism is not only welcomed but expected.
This episode has a lot of fantasy in it. Although the prize offered was real, and was given as promised, it didn't happen the way it was told here. This was more of a fantasy.
I suffered some writer's block for the last few weeks which is why it took me so long to finish this story but finally, here it is. I hope you enjoy it.
With that out of the way, delve in!
PART ONE
The second trimester ended, and I got very good marks on Physics, all thanks to the tutoring my lovely teacher had given me. Surprisingly, Hube and Jack had also improved their marks, probably due to our study sessions. The third trimester was starting, and the material was as challenging as Professor Louise had us used to.
As it happened in the previous periods, I was having some problems grasping some contents. Even though my grades weren't as abysmal as previously, my first quiz wasn't up to standard. Professor Louise decided I needed more tutoring but this time, to my surprise, it would take place at the school.
She met with me at her office, and we started going through the material. No naughtiness was hinted at, and I thought that the lessons on the
other subject
were cancelled completely. Felling a little sad, I decided I would apply myself to her explanations and I would try to ace Physics at least as a homage to her.
We got one session a week and I could understand her very well. At the end of the second week, she said. "I think you're good to go, Theo," with that throaty voice that brought all kind of memories to my mind. Then she added in surprise, "if you get an A in this subject, you will get a very special prize from me, deal?"
"S-s-sure," I stuttered and then with a little more self-confidence I added, "deal!"
"Deal what?" she asked.
"Deal, professor?" I wondered
"Nope. Guess again." She said
"Deal, Louise?" I said blushing to the roots of my hair.
"There you go!" she said. "I love your blushing by the way," she giggled.
Mortified at my naiveness I left her office and went to our history class. I bumped with Hube and Jack on my way there.
"Why so red faced, Theo," asked Jack.
"Nothing, nothing," I said hurriedly. "Let's go to class."
We walked to the chemistry class. This whole year it was focused on organic chemistry, and I just loved the subject. The teacher was a brunette woman in her middle forties with an infectious laugh and a remarkable ability to teach the subject. As usual, the 90 minutes flew by without me noticing it.
PART TWO
The third trimester was passing bye peacefully. I started dating Rachelle, a gorgeous sophomore girl. She was petite, fun to be around, good dancer, very good kisser, and was adamant about doing nothing that involved anatomy parts below our belts. That limited us to hugging, kissing and tit-groping, always through the cloth of her school shirts and her bra. We always ended our heavy-petting sessions with me panting and tenting my pants and her face flushed and her breathing heavy, but I never got a chance to move forward. This, combined to the lack of tutoring from Professor Louise kept me in a constant state of arousal that frequently pushed me to relieve myself in one of the school bathrooms, apart from several times a day at home. I was becoming a very good customer for the Kleenexยฎ market as things were going.
The day of the third term exams were here, finally. I sat confidently in most of my subjects and knew I did well in almost all. Only concern was Math, which I still struggled with and of course, Physics which I had committed myself to ace, even if only for the promised prize. When the grades were published, my lowest was, of course, Math but I was surprised that I only did better than Physics in my Chemistry class.
After checking my grades in the board, I bumped into Professor Louise, and she smiled and congratulated me. With a naughty smile, she murmured, "you're well on your way for the prize."
Three weeks later we sat our finals. Don't get worried. No suspense here. I aced Physics final and got an A in the subject.
I went to my locker to begin emptying it, since I would be leaving school in a few days. When I opened the metal door, I found a note taped to the inside that read: "Well done, Saturday 09:00 am, my place. Overnight bag. Be there! L". I got immediately hard in anticipation.
The following days were a blur of activity. Meeting with counselors, choosing colleges to apply to, getting all records and paperwork, and loud farewells with kids that had been friends with me for at least 6 years. Rachelle bumped with me on Thursday afternoon offering a date on Saturday but there was no way I was going to miss Louise's prize. Excusing myself mumbling about some previous family engagement, I offered to meet the following week. She pouted a little but agreed.
When Friday arrived, I was trembling in anticipation. Mom and Dad would be gone for a
time off without kids
during the weekend, which they regularly took, so I had nobody to drive me to Louise's. I told my brother I was going to be gone from Saturday to Sunday, and to mind himself.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"None of your business, kid." I said.
"What should I tell mom or dad when I call them then?" he asked with a malignant expression. I wasn't going to let this spoiled brat to ruin my weekend with Louise, but I realized I had to be political.
"Nothing, bro." I said and added, "because I'll give you 50 dollars when I leave and another 50 on Sunday if you keep your mouth shut."
He was always hoarding money around and gave me a counteroffer. "75 dollars tomorrow and another 75 on Sunday and you got a deal."
I shook his hand and went to my room locking the door. I opened my locked drawer to count the money I earned doing little chores at home and in the neighborhood. As my calculations had already told me, I had nearly 600 dollars stocked there. "Silly kid," I thought. "I would have given you 200 dollars in each installment just to get you out of my back".
With a satisfied smile, I went to sleep.
The following morning, I woke up at six. Went to our bathroom and took a long shower. After drying, I put some cologne and put on my briefs before returning to my room. I already heard noises on my brother's room. I dressed, prepared a small overnight bag with toiletries, a second change of pants and shirts and another pair of briefs. No pajamas this time. I didn't pack a swimsuit. I felt daring enough to wear one of the ones that Louise kept in her extra bedroom. I then picked 75 dollars from my drawer and knocked on my brother's door.
"Greg, open the door please," I called.
He opened, dressed in his briefs and sporting a sleepy face. "What?" he asked rudely. Without a word I handed him 7 10-dollar-bills and a five. He put them in his briefs and said. "See you tomorrow with the rest."
I went downstairs and called a taxi. It arrived a few minutes later and I ordered him to take me to the suburb where Louise lived. Trying my best to be discreet, I ordered the taxi to stop a good 5 blocks away from her place and walked the rest of the way. I arrived a little before 9:00 am.
I rang her doorbell and waited nervously. She opened her door, and her image blew my mind. She was wrapped in a sheer, see-through white negligee, with no bra and a tiny pair of black panties hugging her below. She had a black garter belt and mid-thigh lace stockings that were the lewdest piece of clothing I had ever seen in person. She moved aside, let me in, locked the door, and grabbed my ass kissing me furiously. I responded in kind, massaging her tits and grabbing her ass, noticing that her panties were a G-string. I pressed her belly to my cock which had been hard since I woke up.
"Hold it for a while, stud," she said. "Drop your bag in my bedroom and get comfortable. Wait for me there. I'll call you soon."
I went to her room, dropped my bag and took my clothes off. I let my briefs on which were barely able to hold my cock and were already a little moist with precum. I sat on her bed to wait.
It was a wait longer than expected. The doorbell rang a couple of times, but I didn't hear anything but some muffled voices. Finally, after nearly half an hour, she called from downstairs.
"Theo, could you come over, please?" she asked.