I grew up in Charleston SC. My mother and my father had divorced when I was 12. Mom met my stepfather, and moved my sister and I to Charleston after they were married. It's a nice place, but I digress...
Ms. Wells was probably the toughest teacher at my high school. She was very demanding and accepted nothing less than 100% from her students. The problem I had was that school always came easy for me. Not much of a challenge, if you know what I mean. For most teachers, that was enough. Not for Ms. Wells though.
Ms. Wells hadn't been out of college long. She probably was no more than 27 or 28 years old. And while she had the reputation of being a hard teacher, she was also easily the most attractive. She usually wore loose fitting sweaters and ankle length dresses. But at 18, all you did was wonder what was under those clothes.
Ms. Wells quickly found out that I was sand bagging, and not taking her English class as seriously as I should. Although my grades were fine, she knew I was not applying myself 100%. She tried putting more pressure on me to apply myself. Not only with after class discussions, but also putting me on the spot in front of the class with questions that the average student probably wouldn't know. I think that was the breaking point.
I mean come on, I had a reputation at school. I was a jock, not a bookworm. I couldn't simply answer her questions in front of my peers, with out facing ridicule in front of them later... could I? So I made jokes. Disrupted class. And was your basic stereotypical jock asshole.
And that was all that Ms. Wells needed.
Now I lived in a middle upper class neighborhood, and I had absolutely NO idea that Ms Wells lived 6 or 7 houses down from me.
So imagine my shock when on a Saturday afternoon while out raking the yard, Ms. Wells turns into my driveway.
"Chris, are you parents home?" She asked, as she cut the engine and stepped from her car.
"Uhhh... yes mam," I manage to stammer out.
"Great, I think its about time I had a talk with Mr. and Mrs. White".
"Ummm ... sure," I manage to mumble as I dropped the rake and guided her toward the garage. "Mind if I ask how you knew where I lived Ms Wells?"
Glancing back at me with a stern look, she stopped. "I didn't know until 5 minutes ago. You see that newer house on the other side of the street?" she asked pointing.
"Yes mam".
"I moved in in July," she said as she whirled back around and headed for the garage door.
Now let me tell you... My Mom didn't fuck around when it came to school. So she was none to thrilled to have her sons English teacher show up at her house on a Saturday afternoon.
I introduced Ms. Wells to my parents. Turning back to me, Ms. Wells asked if she could talk to my parents in private. With an obvious angry and upset look in her eyes, my mother barked me back out into the yard.
Fucking aye!! What the hell is going on, I thought to myself as I got back to raking the yard. I was getting nothing but A's in Ms. Wells class, what more did she want.
After maybe 45 minutes to an hour, Ms. Wells walked back to her car. Looking over at me, she paused and smiled.
"See you next Saturday Chris," she yelled as she sat back in her car and drove off.
Next Saturday, I thought.
Christopher!!, my mom yelled.
My parents quickly explained to me, that my behavior was unacceptable. And that I was too not only receive extra homework during the week, but I was also to spend the next 4 Saturday afternoons at Ms. Wells house for extra tutoring.
There was no reasoning with my parents. It was a done deal. I was screwed for the next four Saturdays. This was going to absolutely suck... or so I thought.
Now, as I said before, Ms. Wells was no more than 27 or 28. She had attended and graduated from Charleston Southern University, and as I would find out later, was their homecoming queen her senior year. Even though she was a huge pain in the ass and rapidly becoming a bitch in my book, I had to admit that she was an incredibly attractive woman. She had shoulder length light brown hair, green eyes, stood maybe 5' 7" in height and probably weighed no more than 120 at best. But most of her beauty was concealed by her more than conservative dress.
School continued as usual the next week, with me meeting Ms Wells after class for additional homework assignments. And Jesus where they assignments! This was my senior year in High School. I had just turned 18! This was a time for fun and frolic, not college level work assignments! She explained to me that we would go over all of the additional homework, as well as anything new on Saturday.
Needless to say, my evenings were filled with me pouring over literature. The best way to get past this, I thought to myself, is just to bust my ass for a month. Get it over with.
Saturday morning, I woke up and did what little work I needed to get done around the house. My Mom reminded me that I was to be at Ms. Wells' house by noon. Yeah yeah yeah, I thought to myself. So much for watching football with the guys today!!
Grabbing my books and notebook, I walked down to her house. Maybe she won't keep me all afternoon, I thought as I rang her doorbell.
"Glad you could make it she said as she held the door open for me".
I stood in complete silence unable to speak. Before me stood Ms. Wells wearing a pair of cut off jeans and a loose fitting white T shirt.
"Well?" she asked.
Snapping out of my trance, I quickly walked in. After closing the door, I followed her as she guided me to her desk. My eyes locked on her as I followed. I watched as her bare feet lightly slap against the floor. I watched as her slender shapely legs met perfectly at her denim-clad ass. And what an ass. Her cut offs were short ... REAL SHORT!! And her ass fit them perfectly.
As she swayed gently to her desk, she explained how she had almost finished her housework. My young virgin cock, strained against my Levi's as we reached the desk.
It was more of a large table than a desk. Grabbing a chair, she pulled it to the opposite side of the table. "You can sit here," she said as she moved to the other side. Pulling out a week's worth of work, I gently laid it on the table. I was really finding it harder and harder looking Ms Wells in the eyes. While her T-shirt was loose, it was more than filled. And I could have sworn she wasn't wearing a bra.
Grabbing a book of Shakespeare from a shelf, she had me read it while she looked over my work. My eyes often wandered.
"Good work," she said looking up at me after 20 minutes or so. Oh shit, I thought. I had been staring directly into her bosom... and I was busted.
"Uhhh ... ummmm... yeah, thanks Ms. Wells, I stammered.
A slight grin slipped across her lips. She had me.
"See what happens when you apply yourself," she said as she rose from the table. "This is college level material that you're doing Chris. I want you to finish reading the play I gave you, while I finish my last bit of house work".
While I don't recall the play, I had read it before. It was almost unbelievable how I was able to concentrate on the Shakespeare, as well as Ms. Wells as she moved about her house.
I watched as she dusted... reaching up high to dust shelves... her T shirt rising above her shorts, exposing her lightly tanned lower back. I watched as she bent over .. her knees not bending ... her ass beautifully encased in her cutoffs.
Finally around 3:30, I finished the play.
"Uhhh, Ms Wells," I called to her. "I'm done".
Rising from her squatting position, she brushed the sweat from her brow and walked over to me.
"Ok Chris, I guess that's enough for today. I know you have practice Monday afternoon, but do you have a free period before school lets out?" she asked.
"Yes mam," I'm free the period after second lunch," I replied as I gathered up my things.
"Great, meet me in my class room then and we'll go over what you've read".
"Yes mam," I replied.
"But, before you leave can you carry this box of garbage to the curb," she asked gesturing to the den.
As an 18 year old, I had absolutely no control over the erection that was pounding against my Levi's. This was exactly what I was most worried about. I'd been watching Ms. Wells dance and sway about her house, creating a nice adolescent bulge in my jeans.
Rising carefully, I picked up the box and carried it outside for her. Ms. Well met me at the door holding my books and notes, with what appeared to be a sly grin on her face.
"Here you go Chris, see you Monday.
Taking my books from her, I hurriedly walked home. My god, I thought to myself. I had no idea my English teacher was so hot, I thought to myself as I walked.
Throughout that night and the next day, all I could picture in my head was Ms. Wells. She was in my head... in my thoughts. Hell she kept me hard for hours ... hell days!! Our meeting during 4th period was somewhat brief. Sitting in a student's desk, she asked me to stand before her and give a brief synopsis of the play I'd read.
Being 18, I don't know if it was my hormones or me ... but she seemed different. She was dressed differently I mean. She wasn't wearing the conservative pant suites, or ankle length dresses she normally wore. Instead she had on a short skirt (maybe 2 or 3 inches above the knee) and a white blouse with more than one button undone.
As I gave my report, I couldn't help but watch her cross her lovely long legs. My groin stirred once more as my eyes ran from her legs to her chest. God I gotta get outta here, I thought to myself.
I was in hell ... Pubescent hell!! Was she doing this on purpose?? Or was it my imagination. Whatever ... it didn't matter. It was one HELL of a motivator. I almost looked forward to our sessions.
Week after week, it was the same routine. The 2nd week she wore a pair of running shorts, and the 3rd Saturday a pair of spandex biker shorts. And after every session, she'd ask me to do some sort of task for her. Whether it was taking the trash out for her, or moving furniture. Whatever it was, I couldn't wait to rush home... strip out of my cloths ... and stroke my young hard cock until I was spouting cum across my bed. She had become my fantasy. Looking back at it now, I guess most kids that age fantasized about a teacher at one time or another. All I can say is that Ms. Wells was constantly in my thoughts.
On the Friday before our last session, Ms Wells pulled me aside after class. "Chris, I am very pleased at the way your attitude has improved over the last several weeks. Good luck in tonight's game, and I'll see you tomorrow at noon," she said with a smile on her face.
Yes mam... and thanks, I said as I walked from the room.
We were playing our cross town rivals that night, and as the QB I took quite a beating. We not only lost the game, but I woke up the next morning feeling every hit I took the night before.
