This story is about Miss Bixley, a sequel to "Teddy has a hard day." It was written on the suggestion of Hitsomeskins, a Literotica member. The story is also inspired by Japanese teacher movies staring Nana Natsumi, Rio Hamasaki, Shou Nishino, and many others. I placed it in the mature (May/December) genre section. There are other themes in this story but I do feel the story fits most appropriately within the mature category, as this May/December theme is consistent throughout. Everyone in this story is at least eighteen years old.
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Miss Bixley was the Templeton College Romance Languages and Literature teacher. All the students liked her. All students dislike some of their professors some of the time, and some students dislike many of their professors all of the time, but nobody disliked Miss Bixley any of the time. What was to dislike? She was such a sweetheart. If you ever had a concern, a personal problem, you could always count on Miss Bixley for a considerate ear, a kind word, a reassuring smile, and a helping hand.
The Templeton Andy Griffith Club had given her the sobriquet of Thelma Lou. It was an affectionate appellation. Thelma Lou was a character on the Andy Griffith show and Miss Bixley was the spitting image of Thelma Lou. She was really very, very cute. She had twinkling chestnut eyes, rosy cheeks, a perky little nose, kissable red lips, short and curly auburn hair with cute bangs, and a sweet, innocent, feminine voice. She really was the angelic small-town girl. Yet, she was also a smouldering volcano of sexual frustration.
Some might argue that Helen Crump had more sex appeal than Thelma Lou. After all, Helen Crump was Andy's girlfriend, and certainly he should have the prettier, sexier girlfriend, particularly in comparison to Barney! But the consensus position of the Andy Griffith Club of whom to marry, or to at least to spend the night with, favored Thelma Lou. It was true that Thelma Lou would dress in a much more innocent manner than Helen Crump. However, there was a rather stark coldness about Ms. Crump, a sort of sexless manner and appearance, whereas the opposite was suggested by Thelma Lou. Helen Crump would probably be quite boring in bed whereas Thelma Lou appeared to be chaste only because she was too nervous and shy to be assertively sexual, and what girl would or could ever expect Barney Fife to take the lead? Heck, Barney wouldn't even try anything with Skippy, the fun girl from Mount Pilot. In any case, when Barney and Thelma Lou went out to Tucker's lake on a double date with Andy and Helen, it was Barney's face that was covered in red or pink lipstick kisses, not Andy's. One only had to imagine what else was being kissed.
The boys in the Andy Griffith Club imagined that the same must be true for Miss Bixley. Not only did she look like Thelma Lou, she had similar mannerisms, appearances and, perhaps regrettably for Miss Bixley, a similar success with men (Thelma Lou did eventually marry, but it happened after the show ended, so that didn't really count). Miss Bixley was not married, nor did there appear to be a man in her life. She was in fact still pure, just as she appeared. Many a boy in the club considered asking her out but that, of course, would be quite inappropriate.
Templeton faculty were not allowed to date undergraduates, let alone marry them. In some respects it was a rather strange and archaic policy. The students, with only a few very rare exceptions, were at least 18 years old. Certainly all of the members of the Andy Griffith Club were at least eighteen. The students at the college had the legal right to date and marry whom they pleased. Why should the college then have any authority over this? Of course, May-December relationships rarely work out, but even approximately 50% of all marriages end in divorce.
There is though the matter of conflict-of-interest. A faculty member could hardly be objective in her grading if she was dating the student (and perhaps even less if the inevitable break-up was in some way acrimonious). One could perhaps confine the prohibition to students over whom one had a direct academic responsibility, but the objectivity of one's colleagues might also be compromised if they knew the student was dating Miss Bixley. Everybody always wanted to be nice to Miss Bixley. So, if a student did her wrong; well, he could be persona non grata.
Of course, most importantly of all, even if Miss Bixley could date students, what student would dare ask her out? Miss Bixley though did not meet with much success dating men her own age. She had dated a few times but never felt ready to give herself completely to a man, to let him touch her "flower," as she liked to call it. It wasn't that she did not herself become sexually aroused. She had even masturbated quietly in the privacy of her bedroom a few times. Actually, quite a few times. But she felt that it simply wasn't appropriate to go all the way prior to marriage.
However, life for Miss Bixley took a curious turn after her afternoon session with Theodore Newman. She had found Teddy after he had been so horribly teased and mistreated by a group of cheerleaders. They were actually making Teddy jerk off in front of them. She chased them away and in her effort to comfort the boy and ease his pain one thing led to another until Teddy's erect penis was being stroked by Miss Bixley's soft, feminine fingers until he squirted his cum all over the gymnasium floor (see "Teddy has a hard day").
The experience left Teddy quite satisfied and relieved but, in contrast, Miss Bixley was rather confused and agitated. She certainly masturbated that night, even using her little woman's helper as she imagined Teddy's erect penis sliding in and out of her vagina. When she was done she was terribly, terribly embarrassed and ashamed, having thought about a boy, a student, in such a manner.
She considered speaking to a colleague about it, perhaps Mr. Peters. He was certainly a very well regarded and wise man (see "Disciplining young ladies"), but she really couldn't bring herself to admit to such a fantasy to one of her colleagues, let alone the fact of the actual act with Teddy. She considered speaking to a therapist, perhaps Dr. Lowenstein. Dr. Lowenstein did specialize in matters of sexuality (see "Cosplay" or "There must be something wrong with me"), but just thinking about that made her blush. She couldn't actually see a sex therapist!
But, her heart just fluttered as she thought about that afternoon with Teddy, and she repeatedly found herself again and again thinking about him, as her little woman's helper slid in and out of her cunnie. She was so embarrassed to call it her "cunnie," finding that rather obscene. But, when diddling herself it seemed preferable to the more clinical, sexless term "vagina," and was far less slutty and obscene than that four letter word that began with "c" and ended with "t."
When Miss Bixley didn't masturbate it seemed that her nights were filled with dreams of Teddy, she doing things to him, he doing things to her. She wondered if perhaps she might have another meeting with Teddy, just to check up on him, see how things were going. She hinted as such with Mr. Peters when she stopped by to see whether he had in fact followed up on his discipline of the cheerleaders. He had indeed disciplined the entire bunch (see "Mr. Peters must discipline the cheerleaders," "Mr. Peters and the cell phone," and "Jackie learns to balance her studies"), but he also mentioned in passing that he had heard that Teddy had himself sought therapy from Dr. Lowenstein. Miss Bixley certainly couldn't renew her relationship now.
Her nights became stricken with dreams of Teddy, eventually as well with other students. She would awaken with her heart racing, her cunnie all wet and inflamed, and she would reach for her little helper. However, fortunately for her, she soon discovered that Teddy wasn't the only boy who needed a helping hand.
Miss Bixley did a considerable amount of private tutoring. Templeton was a private four-year liberal arts college. It was not a state university whose faculty was primarily, if not solely, interested in their own research careers and the fame and fortune that came from being a successful scientist. Templeton faculty, in contrast, were devoted to the education of their students. So, it was not unusual for a professor to meet individually with a student outside of class, even though it was not a job requirement. Miss Bixley even tutored more students than the average Templeton professor.
Anyone who got 90% correct on a Miss Bixley test would get an A grade. She did not grade on a curve, and she felt that every one of her students should get an A in her classes. So, she was more than willing to provide extra tutoring for any student who got less than 90%. Not all of the students took her up on that offer. A surprising number of them were not in fact interested in getting an A grade. Much to her disappointment, and to the disappointment of many of the faculty at Templeton, quite a number of students were quite happy just getting a B, a C, and shockingly so, even a D, as a D was still a passing grade. Miss Bixley never understood why some students were even in college, as they just seemed to be there to play and party until they graduated, apparently not particularly interested in the educational opportunities that were being offered.
But, that wasn't the case for Ralph Furley. Ralph had gotten a B on the last test and he was very, very disappointed, and concerned. He was a junior at college (nineteen years old), really enjoyed English, literature, and languages and someday hoped himself to become a college professor specializing in romantic literature, perhaps just like Miss Bixley. So, he was devastated when he got a B on the first romance literature test, and then even another B on the second test. If he got one more B there would be no way that he could wind up with an A grade, and he could hardly get into a credible graduate program with less than an A final grade.
