"Well I'll be damned," Jake Walsh said to Mark Long. "I guess I owe you twenty bucks."
Jake took a long look at Mark's cellphone before finally reaching into his pocket and retrieving his wallet. On his phone was a picture of their English teacher, Miss Hunt. The focus of the picture? Her beautiful tits hanging from her chest, exposed by a slight parting in her top, as she bent over to pick up a classmate's pencil.
"I told you I'd get it," said Mark. It may have taken him a week of trying, but he finally got a solid pic of his teacher's body. Not that it was the first, by any means- he and Jake had been building a collection of Miss Hunt memorabilia ever since they were placed in her class.
In the picture, Miss Hunt was reaching down to the floor, the pencil just out of reach. Her golden blonde hair spilled like a stream of lemonade around her shoulders, a few strands on either side of her head falling forward and reaching towards the ground. Her legs were shapely and smooth, moderately exposed by her knee length floral skirt. Her long lashes covered her eyes, which both boys knew to be a striking cerulean blue. Mark was worried about those eyes looking up at him just after he took the picture, but thankfully, she hadn't noticed.
"You gotta send this to me when you get home," Jake requested.
"Sure man," replied Mark, "I'll upload it to my computer and email it after I finish my homework."
The two never traded pictures over the phone. Instead, they used private emails solely for their collection- another protective barrier to stop them from getting caught. They saved the pictures to secure folders on their computers and always deleted the pictures off of their phones afterward.
The eighteen year olds lived on the same street, four houses away. They had been best friends since fourth grade, and now they were seniors in high school and tighter than ever. As they grew up and discovered the fascinations of women, they started their own collections of pornographic media- pictures of adult women, both naked or close to it, as well as writings and drawings that they themselves had created. Mark was good at writing, and Jake was good at drawing. They made a good pair. They even started a website, MJ Comixxx, to publish their own creations and make some money. They didn't directly post the pictures they had taken- they were horny, but not deceitful. When they told girls they wouldn't share their pictures anywhere, they meant it. However, Jake sometimes drew copies of the original pictures, posting a slightly altered cartoon or even realistic piece of art inspired by someone they had met.
Now, they were walking home from school. Mark had waited until no one was around to show Jake the picture of Miss Hunt.
"How's your coloring coming along?" Mark asked. He was referencing a comic that they were working on together for their site: a tale about a threesome between a high school senior and two female teachers.
"Progress has been slow. I've been busy with homework and haven't had a lot of free time where I don't have to worry about the possibility of my parents walking in on me coloring in a naked chick, like I'm a child with a coloring page."
"Don't worry man, I've been busy too. As long as we finish it eventually, it'll be fine."
"It'll be a lot harder once we're off at college. I can't imagine what my roommate would say if he walked in on that shit."
"Maybe he'd ask to be our editor."
Jake laughed. "I doubt it, but I'll try and stay optimistic."
They turned the corner onto their street. Mark was the second house, so they were close to parting ways.
"Get that homework done quick," said Jake. "I want that sent tonight."
"I'll do my best," Mark replied.
Several hours later, only pausing for a brief dinner, Mark was still going at it. His AP Calculus exam was coming up in a couple weeks, and he had to study despite his heavy lack of motivation. He had gotten into college, and he was always a diligent worker, but efficiency had certainly dropped this semester. He spent a lot of time privately complaining about his workload and vowing that he wouldn't spend so much time on it, but the perfectionist in him always kept him going.
He also had to finish reading a novel for the school book club. He liked reading sometimes, but he was really in the club because Miss Hunt was the faculty supervisor. The best part about it was that they had weekend meetings at her house, because for some reason Miss Hunt wasn't available after school during the week. Jake hated to read, so Mark felt that this was a private experience he had all to himself (plus the other book club members, none of which were his friends).
The novel was kind of a crappy one- at least, Mark thought so- about a girl who gets kidnapped while jogging in the mountains and ends up falling in love with her captor. He had two chapters left to read, and at the end he had to email Miss Hunt a brief summary of his thoughts in preparation for their next meeting. As he read, he started nodding off, but told himself he had to stay awake and finish so he could hang out with Jake and a couple other guys tomorrow. Still, he had trouble focusing. He started to let his mind wander to his teacher.
Miss Hunt sure was a babe. He imagined talking to her in the classroom at the end of the school day. The hallway was bristling with excited students shuffling down the hall and throwing open their lockers, ready for their evening of freedom. He asked Miss Hunt if their book club meeting was on Saturday or Sunday this weekend (it often moved around).
"Sunday this weekend," she answered in her sweet voice. She was on the younger side, maybe thirty or thirty-one, and practically radiated positive energy and cuteness. Her body remained firm and curvaceous- it was clear she either dieted or worked out, maybe both. Today her lips showcased a new pinkish-red lip balm that smelled like strawberry from a few feet away.
"Cool. I guess I'll see you then," he said. As he walked toward the door, Miss Hunt cleared her throat.
"Actually Mark, since you're here... I was wondering if we could talk about something?"
"Sure."
"Can you please close and lock the door?"
"Oh." He gulped, not sure what was going on. "Uh, okay."
After doing what she had asked and returning to her desk, he noticed that she looked a little more serious than usual. Her arms were crossed and her eyes a bit thinner than they usually were. It took him all his focus to not so much as flicker his eyes south of her face.
"I noticed something today," she started. Mark then remembered that he had taken a picture of her cleavage. He didn't think she had seen him!
"Noticed what?" he asked, playing dumb. She smirked, but only for a second.
"Oh, just that you had your phone in your lap and were sitting a little oddly in your seat," she remarked.
"Oh?"
"And then-" she moved her hands to her hips- "as I bent down to pick up Rachel's pencil, you took a picture of me."
Mark felt his Adam's apple do a quick twist. "I... Uh..."
"Relax, Mark. I'm not upset with you."
"I- You're not?"
"No. And I know why you took that picture. You wanted a picture of this." She ran her finger slowly down the valley between her breasts, without taking her eyes off of him. Mark's own eyes followed her finger and lingered for a couple of seconds before he realized what had just happened.
"What? Miss Hunt, I-"
"I want to see the picture."
"You... you want to see it?"
"Yes. Please show me the picture you took of me."
Figuring there was nothing to lose, Mark pulled out his phone and opened his photos. He pulled up the picture of Miss Hunt's cleavage and gave her the phone. She seemed to study it for a moment.
"Hmm... not bad, not bad. That's a pretty good angle. Gotta love gravity, am I right?"
Having absolutely no idea how to respond, Mark simply grunted. It had a bit of a whine in it.
"Oh, are you embarrassed?" she asked.
"Well... yeah."
"And why is that?"
"Because you caught me doing something I shouldn't have been doing."
"Mark," Miss Hunt sighed, "It's okay to have a crush on your teacher. I'm flattered, actually. I know I'm quite attractive." She gave a hearty laugh. "I mean, look at these things!" She cupped her breasts in her hand and squeezed them together. Mark's jaw dropped.
Miss Hunt shuffled her breasts in her hand, somehow keeping them inside her top. They appeared firm but also natural based on their movement. Mark and Jake had sometimes argued whether or not she had gotten implants. Mark had always insisted they were natural.
