My dad joined the town's small police force before I was born and finally retired as Chief of Police two years after I started teaching at Eisenhower High School. Almost immediately after retirement dad landed a job as Security Director with a Las Vegas casino and he and mom made the move to Nevada. With the exception of four years in college I had been near my folks all of my life and now we were suddenly going to be separated by more than a thousand miles.
The night that he and mom broke the news that he'd taken the job in Las Vegas, he dropped a copy of the deed to their house on the coffee table and asked me to write a check for a thousand dollars. I looked at him with an expression of surprise, then it dawned on me that mom and dad were practically giving me the house I had grown up in. The sudden inexplicable gift took some of the sting out of their moving away.
The thing I like about the old house, aside from the fact that it is as solid as the day it was built, is that it's six miles outside of town. The old road in front of my place is a narrow two-lane blacktop, pitted with potholes and difficult to negotiate at speeds over thirty miles per hour. The old road ends in a rutted dirt road a mile beyond my house and there is seldom much in the way of traffic. Being that far out of town, especially on an old narrow road, there is privacy that you don't get living in town. If I want I can lounge around on the patio butt-naked and no one will see me. That's my idea of privacy.
Since I seldom get visitors – the last had been a pharmacist from a neighboring town I dated for about six months, which came to an end three months before – it was a surprise to hear the sound of tires on the gravel driveway. I had been reading a rather hefty book about the life of Theodore Roosevelt and was a little annoyed. Whoever was about to interrupt my peace was not welcome.
I marked the page with a bookmark and set the book on the coffee table. I heard a car door shut as I stood up and, when I opened the door, I stood face to face with Wendy. I was so startled by her sudden appearance that I stood staring at her. I remembered that she had told me she would see me soon but I thought at the time that she meant another sudden chance meeting, as was the case at Freddy's and the mall.
"Are you going to invite me in?" she asked softly.
"Oh...yeah, sure," I stammered, stepping back from the door. "I'm just surprised to see you."
"I told you I would see you soon."
"Yes, you did." I felt a little foolish as I led her to the sofa. "You want a soda?"
"Sure," she nodded.
After I got a couple of glasses with ice and soda from the kitchen I sat down beside her on the sofa. This was the third time I'd seen Wendy since the end of school and there was no doubt in my mind that this time would be the same as the first two. The way she was dressed in tight shorts and a tee shirt that hugged her small, firm breasts, the bold way her eyes looked at me, was a confirmation of sorts that we would soon be fucking. My pulse had become quick and my breathing a little sharp as I anticipated the inevitable.
"Nice place," she said looking around the room. Then she chuckled and added, "Maybe I should become a teacher."
"Thanks. It helps, though, when you don't have a mortgage to pay."
I told her about my dad selling me the house for a very small price. The leather furniture, glass and chrome tables, the expensive entertainment system, came about because I didn't have to pay a house payment. The extra money had helped make my place more comfortable to live in.
She noticed the book on Theodore Roosevelt on the coffee table.
"You don't stop working, do you?" she asked with a grin.
"Actually, aside from being my vocation, history has always been fascinating to me." I shrugged and grinned. "As I recall you didn't do too shabby in my class last year."
"I had a good teacher, Mr. Wallace," she grinned. "It helps when your teacher is good looking and sexy."
"You're killing me," I laughed. But I could tell her praise was genuine and this flattered me. "You know, it occurred to me that you should really call me Steve. As you pointed out the other night, you are no longer a student at Eisenhower."
"Ok...Steve." Then she smiled. "I like that."
We talked for a while about history and I tried hard not to sound like a teacher. And it was nice talking to her about history, which is one of my favorite subjects, even though I really wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her sweet pussy until she screamed with pleasure. Finally, after we had exhausted the subject of twentieth century history, I slipped a hand between her soft thighs.
"You have no idea what you did to me every time you spread your legs for me in my class," I said.
"Did I make your cock hard?"
"Very hard." I slipped an arm around her shoulders, leaned close and touched her lips with mine.
Wendy slipped an arm around my neck and parted her soft lips. We kissed gently, our lips barely touching as our tongues caressed and moved together. She spread her legs apart so I had unfettered access to her thighs and I caressed them slowly, my hand trembling with the excitement I felt. I slowly ran my hand up and down between her thighs, reveling in the satin-smooth feel of her skin. She pressed a small hand against the bulge in my slacks, eliciting a long, low groan from me.
"I used to sit in class and wonder what it would feel like to have your cock in me," she said. Her face was no more than an inch from mine and I could feel her warm breath on my lips. "Did you ever think of me and jack off?"
"Many times," I confessed. "After the year book came out last year I used to lay in bed at night and stroke my cock while looking at pictures of you."
Wendy had been one of the more popular girls and there were several pictures of her, aside from the normal class photo, and many of them were of her in the customary skirts she wore. I told her how I loved looking at her long, sexy legs and her pretty face while jacking off.
"I'm usually not so brazen," she smiled, "but I had to seduce you the other night at Freddy's. Touching your cock with my feet made me so hot that I ended up fucking my pussy with a hairbrush later."
"I'm glad you did. I loved how your feet made me feel."
Wendy slipped off the sofa and moved between my legs. Her sexy fingers worked the button and zipper of my slacks and I shoved them, along with my boxers, down to my feet. She tossed my slacks and underwear to one side as I hurriedly shrugged out of the cotton button down shirt. The knowledge that I was completely naked while she was still fully clothed aroused me more than I could have believed possible.
She took my cock in one hand and smiled up at me. Her green eyes danced with lust and desire as she touched her lips to the base of my shaft. I sucked in a sharp breath as her lips moved slowly up my shaft, then stopped and lightly kissed the bulbous head. Wendy's pink tongue slipped from her mouth and licked the precum from the sensitive head.
"Did you ever picture your dick in my mouth?"
"Every time I saw you," I said in a voice filled with lust.
"I used to dream about sucking your cock." She squeezed my balls lightly. "I would rub my clit and imagine you cumming in my mouth."
Without another word, Wendy lowered her head and took me inside of her mouth. The warm, wet sensation of her mouth was not unfamiliar but watching her suck me made it so much better. I pulled her long blond hair away from her face so I could watch her suck my cock. She began to bob her head up and down in a slow, corkscrew motion that took my breath away. Her mouth was incredible!
