The Physics Teacher

The physics teacher.

This is based on a true story, 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. This is my first submission to LitErotica. Also, English is not my first language. Anyway, criticism is not only welcomed but expected.

PART ONE

It was my senior year in high school. I just had turned 18 a few weeks before and was completely unexperienced with girls. I had never had sex, had kissed only a couple of girls and was in the dark about the sexual physiology of the human female. I was also struggling with my high school sciences program. I mean, I was pretty good at biology and chem but was hopelessly lost in math and physics. I didn't help that my physics teacher was a young stunning brunette, whose brightness at teaching was eclipsed by her beauty and my infatuation with her looks. My classmates had similar problems, specially my two best buddies.

We had been close friends since our first year at school. We had dissimilar cultural backgrounds but were equally awkward in terms of socialization. Maybe in this era, we would have been classified as nerds, although the word meant very little to us at the time. Hubert, 8 months older than me, was a chubby blonde Jewish guy from a low-middle class family, with two brothers and a sister, living in a four-bedroom apartment a few blocks from my home. Jack, three months my senior, was a lanky dark-haired guy, coming from a high-income widower of a father with two older brothers. I was the middle guy, dark haired, also chubby with a younger brother and coming from a family whose income came from a salaried, hard working, office man.

Our teacher, let's name her here "Louise" (not her real name, of course), was really gifted at teaching. If I had been able to pay attention to her explanations, I would certainly have aced the subject.

I can still picture the first day of class that year. Professor Louise entered the classroom at around 3:00 pm, with the sunlight behind her and wearing a floral dress, down to her knees, and with a loose blouse with half long sleeves covered by a small jacket. The first thing we could see were the shadows of her shapely legs hinted behind the cloth of her dress by the back light of the sun. She walked calmly towards her desk, and we couldn't help but noticing the swaying of her firm bosom and the apparent firmness of her skin. Upon arriving at her desk, she mesmerized us with the most incredible green eyes you can imagine, contrasting starkly with her olive-skinned complexion. Since that day, Hubert, Jack and I always fought for the seat in front of the door.

"Good afternoon, class". Her voice was a delight to hear as well, low and husky, but with an evident hint of strength. "I'm professor Louise Garcia, but you can call me professor Louise. Not Lou, not by my last name. Just professor Louise".

Hubert, Jack and I exchanged looks and I was sure the same thought flashed in our brains.

"We will be covering a lot of ground this year to prepare you for your examinations and further education", she continued. "I hope you all get good marks in my class because it will reflect good in your future and in my resume".

She proceeded then to outline the syllabus for the year and began with her first lesson. I don't really remember what the subject was. Either "Uniformly accelerated movement", "Radial movement", or even if she started with electricity and magnetism. The only thing I could remember that day were her liquid, emerald-colored eyes, the perfect smile, the dimples that formed on both sides of her mouth, her full lips, and her slightly pointed nose. Her husky voice began to fill my fantasies from then on. Before we knew it, the 45 minutes were gone and the class ended, Hubert, Jack and I met as usual, for a stroll around the school grounds before the next class began.

"What do you think of professor Louise," asked Jack. He was usually the most outspoken of the trio and being taller and with a strong build; he was kind of the unspoken leader of our little gang.

Hubert and I answered almost in a duo, "Hot, hotter than hot".

"I wonder how old she is," I said. "What do you think?"

"I think she's at least 35," ventured Hubert.

"No way." interjected Jack. "She can't be a day older than 28."

'Well, do you think she'll be interested in three 18-year-old nerds?" I asked. And I answered myself: "I don't think so."

Jack and Hubert laughed out loud and then Jack said. "I think the funniest thing ever would be you trying to hit on her; let alone make-out with her, Theo."

We looked at each other and then yelled "Duh!." It was our own one-liner to end any silly comment.

Five minutes later we were entering the classroom for our history class with a grumpy old guy we knew from previous years. We were aware that we should better pay attention if we wanted to avoid his wrath. So, hard as it seemed, we took our thoughts away from professor Louise and concentrated on the Roman Republic history.

PART TWO

The end of the first trimester was nearing and in all my subjects I was doing pretty well. The stress remained high, particularly on physics and math. The latter, I couldn't grasp, and the former, I was way too distracted by Professor Louise's looks to really get a grip on the subject. My quizzes marks were dismal, and she was being concerned and actually worried. Jack and Hubert weren't faring any better. As the year progressed, and the weather turned warmer, Professor Louise's outfits became skimpier and more revealing but always classy. On the day of the First Period Exam, she showed up in a short red skirt, a nice vaporous pink blouse and a short jacket on top. Her lips glowed in red lipstick and her hips and breast pushed the fabric in very insinuating but discreet way. The moment she entered the room, I knew I was going to fail the exam. Boy, was I right. The entire time of the exam, I had to be shuffling around in my seat trying to arrange my hard-on in a more comfortable position while trying to cope with accelerations, electrical resistance and a lot of other concepts that couldn't be less interesting for me at the time. On either side of me, my two buddies apparently were struggling with the same problems. Before we knew it, the 90 minutes had passed, and the exam was over.

Well, I won't lie here. I fully feared I was going to flunk the exam and I did.

PART TWO

A few weeks later Professor Louise entered the classroom and started to talk about the results of the exam. She looked worried because several students (all of them guys) seemed to struggle with the concepts of physics, and she wanted all of us to at least get passing grades. After the class ended, she asked me to stay behind.

"Theo, what happened in the exam?" she asked looking concerned. "I know from other teachers that you are quite gifted and I can't seem to understand what is going on in my class."

"Professor, I don't know either," was my reply. "I study at home with my notes and I actually did well in my practices but the moment I sat in the exam it apparently faded from my mind."

"Well, it seems you are distracted by something," she said. "Let's go over some of the concepts. Do you have another class now?"

"No. I have a free period until biology class," I said

Then she asked me to bring my chair next to her desk and opened the textbook. The moment I sat; her perfume flooded my nostrils. It was somewhat floral and musky at the same time and being a warm day, there was a hint of perspiration in that smell as well. Even then I knew I was weird in the fact that I relished the smell of sweaty women and that combination was doing nothing to help in my concentration.

She leaned on the desk and I could peek down her cleavage and it was glorious. I couldn't get my eyes out of there. Whatever she explained was lost to me. When it came the time to resolve some problems I, expectedly, couldn't.

"Theo, what is going on?" she asked and I thought I saw a glint in her eyes.

"I don't know, Professor. Sorry," was my sheepish answer.

"Let's do something." Then she wrote something in a little piece of paper and gave it to me.

"Be there this Saturday at noon and maybe, being out of school and all, you might be able to understand better."

When I looked at the paper, there was an address in the suburbs and a phone number.

"Just call if you can't make it."

When I got home, my parents were sitting in the living room. I knew what was coming.

"Theodore!" It was my father's voice. Whenever he used my full name I knew there was trouble coming. "What do this grade in physics mean?"

"Don't be so hard on him, darling." It was my mom. "He actually did pretty well in other subjects"

"If he wants to make it into medical school, he needs to do well in all his subjects," He retorted.

I have to say that I was never pushed by my parents into going to medical school. It was my dream since I was five.

"Dad, I don't know. I simply cannot concentrate enough in my physics class."

"Well, you better find a way to do it," he said

"Actually, the teacher wants me to go this Saturday for a tutoring session,". I answered.

"And how much is she going to charge?" dad asked

"No idea. She never mentioned a fee."

"Well, give me the address and I'll drop you there tomorrow"

And that easy, it was all settled.

PART THREE

I was all of a flutter that Saturday morning sitting in the front right seat of my dad's sedan. As we drove, I couldn't fathom how I was going to be more at ease in her home without dirty thoughts entering my mind. I was really worried I was going to make a fool of myself.

Before I knew it, we had arrived. Dad parked in front of the house, a beautiful two storied home, set several meters apart from the street and surrounded by lush trees and bushes. I stepped out of the car and my dad left with a simple -call me when you're done-.

With buckling knees, I walked to the front door and rang the bell.

-Coming-, said that husky voice that had filled many of my fapping sessions this school year. I stood rooted to the floor until the door opened. I thought I heard a clunk and I firmly think it was my jaw hitting the floor.

Professor Louise was at the door dressed in a cut-off denim short and a pink tight tank top. Her legs seemed to go on forever and the tank top could do nothing to hide her luscious breasts as well as the pointy nipples poking through the fabric. It left a remarkable real estate piece of skin bare between the bottom of the top and the top of the shorts baring her navel where a shiny piercing marked the spot. It was absolutely not the way she dressed for school.

After what seemed like an hour, but maybe a few seconds, she asked

"Are you going to come in?" she asked somewhat mischievously.

I stammered "Good morning. Yes. Sorry," and followed her into the house. As the door closed, I heard the click of the bolt.

She walked me to the living room. There were two couches, two seaters and two easy chairs. One of the couches was facing a large projection TV (remember, this was way before plasma screens), and there was a small coffee table laden with soft-drinks and snacks.

"Please, do sit down," she said in a direct kind of way. "I want to talk a little before."

As I sat in the couch, she did likewise right next to me. Her perfume again flooded my nostrils. It was an intoxicating mix of musk cologne combined with flowery shampoo and that intoxicating hint of her bodily smell.

"You seem to be not very at ease, Theo," she said perceptively. "What's the matter?"

Not knowing from where I got the strength, I blurted out, "I feel very distracted because of you, professor. You are too gorgeous for me to be able to concentrate in class"

"I thought so," she said calmly. "Maybe we can get this out of the way so we can focus on the real work."

That said, she just leaned into me and brushed my lips with hers. To say I was way out of my league was to put it mildly. I just couldn't move.

"Not very daring, are you?" she said. "Don't be afraid. I won't bite."

And again, she leaned towards me and now the kiss became more intense. Out of instinct, I think, I responded by kissing her upper lip and then the lower. To this she responded by opening her mouth and started licking my lips. It was all I could do not to come right away. My mouth also opened of its own volition and we started french-kissing for what seemed like an eternity. Her lips were soft and luscious. Her breath smelled of toothpaste and coffee. Her tongue seemed to be all over my mouth and intertwined around mine. When she started to suck my tongue, I had to move away and get my breath.

"Not a bad kiss, Theo," she said. "Have you practiced a lot? Be honest. I won't judge you or laugh at you."

"Not that much, professor," I confessed. "I have kissed a couple of girls already."

"Well, you do it pretty well," she said. "Let's increase the challenge now."

With that, she leaned again for another kiss and put her hand in my groin. I was as hard as I had ever been and as the kiss progressed and got steamer, she stroked my cock through my pants, and I heard the most wonderful sound as she moaned a little in my mouth. At the same time, a different smell began to permeate the room. It was something I had never felt. It was wild and animalistic. It pushed me to do things I had never done. I raised my hand and placed it behind her head and mashed her mouth into mine. My other hand found its way to her back and started to caress the bare skin of her lower back and feeling the trench of her spine. She encouraged me and the kiss seemed to last for an eternity. When we finally parted ways, she looked flushed and her eyes were twinkling with a wild light. It was a little scary.

She stood up and pulled her tank top. Her breasts spilled out in all their glory. There were by no mean big. Like a B cup. The areolas were brown and gorgeous, and her nipples were hard and pointing up, like a vision from heaven.

"Ever seen any of these?" she asked.

I couldn't speak so I just denied with my head.

"Well, don't leave them all lonely. They can do with some attention as well."

I don't know what had gotten into me, or into her for that matter, but I lowered my head and started licking and kissing those glorious breasts. Before I knew, I was suckling in earnest, and she began to moan more loudly. She started to pull my fly down with an ease of hand that got my cock in the air in no time and started to stroke me slowly but tightly in her hand. My cock was standing as hard as ever, all the 6 inches I had (and still do). Her hands were warm and electric. Her caresses were sending shivers through all my body, and I was doing all I could to contain my self when she pulled my head from her wonderful breasts and said to me.

"Don't restrain yourself. If you want to come, do," she said. "I know you'll recover in no time."

With that she lowered her head and put my cock in her mouth. It was glorious. Warm and wet, Tight and velvety. She passed her tong all around the head, and then all through the underside sending electricity through all my body. She pulled back up and then, in a single motion, swallowed me whole and began to suck in earnest. There was no way I could hold, and after less than one minute I just mumbled

"I'm cumming!"

She just kept on going until I exploded in her mouth. It was by far the biggest load I had ever had and the longest orgasm of my young life. I seemed to keep on spurting in her mouth and some of my cum spilled through one side of her mouth until I finally relaxed. Then she released my cock, and I just had to pull her again and gave her a deep, tongue-kiss. Probably my first real manly kiss. The fact that her mouth now smelled like my spunk mattered nothing at all. When the kissed stopped, I realized I was already fully naked, but she still had those incredible cut-off shorts on.

"My, that was a lot of cum," she said lightly. "And that was a very surprising kiss. Why did you kiss me like that?"

"I don't know, Professor," I answered. "I just needed to kiss you again."

"Well, here, I'm not 'Professor' anymore. Just call me Louise" she said. "And by the way, how about my mouth being still full of your cum? Didn't you mind that?" she retorted

-Prof... Sorry. Louise, you just kissed me, sucked me and swallowed me," I answered nervously. "Why would I feel it wrong to kiss you back?"

"I like the way you think," she said. "Let's move this to a more comfortable place."

With that, she stood up, opened her shorts and pulled them down. She was wearing no panties and her pussy, barely trimmed, was a sight to behold. She then took my hand and literally pulled me to my feet and dragged me to the first floor and to what I assumed was her bedroom.

PART FOUR

By the time we left the living room my cock had deflated considerably although was still half mast, by no means completely soft. Louise climbed the stairs swaying her butt. Her buttock also swayed but looked very firm and luscious. At the top of her thighs there was a small gap, triangular, and I don't know why but at the time I thought it was the most incredibly sexy thing I had ever seen. Of course, by the time we reached the top floor I was back full hard, my glans furiously red and precum already leaking. I was so hard it hurt but in a very delicious way. Louise opened a door to a room. It was a big bedroom with a king-sized bed against one wall. It was covered in a fake-leopard skin and with a bunch of pillows and cushions. Over the bed, a huge mirror reflected the surface of the mattress and in front of the bed was a double door, also covered in mirror. Later I was to learn these lead to the walk-in closet and the bathroom. Louise turned around and lingered her eyes from my face all the way down to my cock.

"Nice," she said.

"Sorry, it's not very big," I mumbled.

"How would you know?" she asked. "Have you compared yours with others?"

"Well, I have been watching porn with a couple of friends of mine and eventually we ended up jerking off." I sheepishly said. Of course, I could see and compare."

"Don't worry about that," she reassured me. "Size is not that important. Once you got the lady hot and willing, it is more important what you can do with it, and the rest of your body, than how big it is. Also, it is important that it gets hard easily which doesn't seem to be a problem to you. And once you're inside, the important thing is to know how to move it and, very important, to last as long as you can."

Remembering my poor performance with the blowjob downstairs I began to worry but she apparently read my mind.

"Theo, don't be so naïve," she reassured me. "I knew from the beginning that you're a virgin and I knew also you wouldn't stand a chance against one of my famous blowjobs. I must confess that I have this twisted thrill of enjoying taking young men's cherries. Call me a pervert if you want but that's the way I'm wired And I assure you that by the end of these tutoring lessons you will know how to move, how to last and you will be on your way to acing physics-.

With that she laid in the bed and patting the mattress on her side and said. "Lay here next to me and relax."

It was a funny phrase, asking me to relax when she was gloriously naked and just had swallowed a mouthful of my cum. I was still nervous but also with a raging hard-on.

She said, "I know you have never been intimate with a woman before and I don't want this to be awkward but realize that you want it, I want it and I will just guide you through the practical items. For instance, I'm sure you've seen some pussy eating in those porns of yours, haven't you?"

"Yes," I stammered. I couldn't tell right then and there that I though it to be something incredibly hot and I really wanted to try my hand, or maybe my mouth, at it.