Being seniors in high school and being yearbook staff photographers, Ben and I had alot of leway where we went in the school, with the obvious out of bonds, the girls locker room, staff areas and the like. Being the photo editor I never had a problem getting out of classes to go shoot subjects for the annual or to use the dark room.
Our adventure started shortly after a Friday night basketball game. Ben and I decided to leave the game early and go to the dark room and develop the three rolls of film that whe had shot earlier. We cranked on the tunes, as we closed the door behind us and started developing the film. When we turned the lights back on we started looking around to see what else we could do to save ourselves time for the up coming deadline.
"J.J. come here quick, look what I found on Miss Jebsons desk."
Ben sounded excited so I went galavanting over to see exactly what it was. Wow, my eyes about popped out of my head when I saw the pictures of Miss Jebson, the advisor for our annual, laying nude on the same desk that we were standing behind. I have always wondered what she looked like without her clothe on, in fact I have actually masturbated in the darkroom during our class, thinking about her, when there was no one else in there with me. Miss Jebson is not your stereotypical English teacher, but she does fit the persona of a stripper.She is 25, about five three, maybe 110 lbs, has the most gorgeous red hair and cat green eyes I have ever seen. I would have to guess her measurments at around 36-24-36. She has the nicest legs I have ever seen, and her ass is so fine it is hard to find words that would justify it properly. In all she would be most mens wet dreams not to mention all the high school guys, and even some of the girls.
"I wonder who took these pictures," I asked Ben. "Maybe they were careless and left the negetives laying around here." We searched and searched but had no luck at finding the negetives, they might have been sloppy at leaving the pictures out but they hid the negetives well.
I am without regards the best 35mm photograper at the school, and am going to college in New York next year to become a professional photographer, but Ben is a wizard with a computer and the digital camera, including the little spy cams. As if on the same wave length we looked up at each other with big shit eaten grins, "let's do it" we said in unison.
We finished our developing and hung the negetives up to dry, and turned off the lights and headed for his car. I knew where we going before we even got there..."Hi Tech Components", where they sell anything a mischevious, deliquent like Ben and I could ever need or want, including spy cams and remote switches. Ben looked around for awhile, and finally deciding on the camera he wanted, a cam no bigger then your pinkie and with a high resolution, bought three, incuding remote off, on switches that could be controlled from any computer that Ben had access to at the time, including the ones at the school.
We didn't have to wait long to install our new equipment, because on Saturday the high school wrestling team was holding an invitational meet. Ben and I went to school early Saturday morning on the premis of getting film for our cameras for that days event. Of course while we were there we took the oppurtunity to "load" our other cameras for what we hoped to be a much more interesting shoot. Ben installed them deligently to a coat rack she had in front of her desk, next to the light above her desk and in the air conditoning vent behind her desk.
I went to the gym to meet up with some of my friends that were wrestling, and Ben went home to put the final touches on our new project. The invitational was going along as planned, at least for our school, and I was getting some great shots of our wrestlers in action on the mat, along with taking a few personal shots of the oppossing high schools cheerleaders.
Ben caught up to me during one of the intermissions while I was flirting with one of the cheerleaders. "J.J. things are all set up and ready to go, all I have to do is hit go, and we will have our own private porno." Talk about a conversation killer, my lust interest just turned up her nose and walked away.
"What are we waiting for then lets see how our little surprise works" I said as I started heading to the library. Ben was in hot pursuit behind me, anxious to see how his new operation would work. We passed the weekend Janitor in the hall and asked him to let us in the library, so we could put up some of the pictures we had taken recently onto the schoools paper, website. Knowing he could trust us, (I had to laugh) he let us right in, and disappeared down the hall continuing his work.
Ben signed in under one of his many names, and brought up the homepage he had created for his little sight. He titled it photography 101 as not to bring any undo suspision to the site, at least not yet. There were some real pictures from our past yearbooks of students, teachers, dances and all the other boring stuff that highschool is comprised of, but Ben typed in a key word and up popped the three screens...blank for now
Ben clicked on one button and on came the view from the coat rack, no one there. He clicked on the one from above and nothing, but when he activated the one from the air conditoning vent we saw a little movement from across the room. It was still hard to see because whoever it was, was still in the shadows back by the door. The lights flicked on, our camera adjusted it's own iris, and we could see it was, Miss Jebson. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a wool sweater that showed off her lovely boobs.
As she walked toward her desk, she was followed into the room by, Eugene Drummon,a high school senior who had the lead in the school musical, and who everyone thought as the biggest nerd at our school. Could he be the one who had taken the photos of Miss Jebson.
I thought to myself "what the hell, why him?"As soon as Miss Jebson and Eugene reached her desk she gave him a sloppy French kiss and started unbuttoning his jeans. It didn't take long for either of us to find out why, Eugene had the biggest cock I had ever seen, outside a porn movie. Not even the jocks who walked around the locker room without shame could compare. Gene as he liked to be called had to be at least 8" long and as thick as a pop can.
