This is a story about a student and his teacher. All characters are over the age of 18. The events described are entirely fictional. The author does not condone such activity in real life. It's just a story; if you don't like such topics, please do not read.
Mrs. Banner paused on the doorstep of her house and looked furtively all around. Going outside like this was something that was making her feel very uncomfortable. However, she was keen to talk to Melanie, and it was frustrating Mrs. Banner that she could not reach her on the phone. Melanie was down in the basement working, and presumably, the phone signal did not work down there. So she was only getting Melanie's voicemail.
Last night the two teachers had met at Mrs. Banner's place. They had worked on their stories that described their fantasies about today, the first day of the school holidays. Unfortunately, they drank Prosecco as they wrote, so things had begun to get a little wild. They began to laugh and jest about what it would be like if their tales came true.
Slowly the stupid idea to dress today in the outfits they described in their stories turned from a joke into a serious conversation. Then before Mrs. Banner knew what was happening, they had agreed they would. Of course, it was Melanie's idea because all it meant for her was a blouse and a short skirt. She had incredible legs, so Melanie often wore skirts above the knee even in the classroom.
It was different for Mrs. Banner, who spent her life at school hiding away her 32DD breasts. However, the persona she had worked out for her stories meant they needed to be on full display. Deep down, she had always wanted to be able to flaunt her considerable assets. However, in the cold light of day, the whole thing now seemed ridiculous. She cursed the stupid game they had agreed on but was not about to endure the grief she would get from Melanie for breaking the agreement they had made.
So right now, she was dressed in embarrassingly short shorts and a top with a plunging neckline and two thin shoulder straps. Both had been borrowed from Melanie, who had popped them over en route to the basement. This meant the top was stretched to breaking point and her tits were in danger of spilling out. Thank god no one was around to see what she looked like. Her husband was away. There was no way she would be doing this if he had been around. He was the school chaplain, which was why they had a house on the school grounds. Only the principal had a similar perk.
Mrs. Banner walked self consciously from her house towards the school building. Although the school was empty for the holidays, it felt like a million eyes were watching from the three long rows of classroom windows facing her. She moved quickly, head down, and therefore did not notice that Martin was watching her from the doorway of the I.T. block. He frowned at the sight of his gorgeous drama teacher dressed as she was, marching along at a fast pace.
He cursed, realizing that Mrs. Banner was not at home where she was supposed to be. But, at least her outfit was even better than the description. He ducked back inside; he would carry on with the plan and hope she would return. If she were heading where he thought she was, it would probably not end well, but he could do nothing about that now.
The door handle to the basement would not turn; someone had locked it. This was strange as Mrs. Banner knew that Melanie was or at least should be down there working. Suddenly Mrs. Banner, who was about to call out to her friend, froze. She could hear voices from inside, and if she put her ear to the door, she could make out the words. Mrs. Banner gasped as she heard the phrase "story." Someone had spoken, Melanie, she guessed.
"I guess you have read my story very carefully," Melanie had said, that was it, and then there was silence. So what the hell was going on? Was there someone down there with her? Why were they talking about stories? Then her hand shot to her mouth to stifle a gasp of amazement. "Shit, you are so big," Melanie had said breathlessly, and then she began to babble, "I mean that. I know that's in the story, but it's also true. "Oh shit, Melanie then added, followed by moans and cries of excitement. Mrs. Banner thought she heard the word Danny amongst the unmistakable sounds of Melanie having sex, and then a few seconds later came a sentence Mrs. Banner heard clearly.
"Danny, you are staring," Melanie had said.
Mrs. Banner managed to stop herself from crying out in shock, and with no better idea than she needed to get away, she turned and fled.
Moments later, Mrs. Banner crashed breathlessly into her house and stopped short in surprise.
"Martin, what the hell are you doing in here?" She cried when she burst in. Martin simply looked up and smiled at her. Mrs. Banner's house was school property, so the I.T. team popped in occasionally to patch the servers that were kept there. Today though, something about his look suggested that he had been waiting for her. The concerns she already had from what she had heard outside the basement deepened. Meeting the key character of her own Literotica story sitting in her kitchen made her very nervous. This was beginning to descend into a nightmare. Did he know what Danny and Melanie were up to and why? She and Melanie's greatest fear had always been discovery. Was it coming true?
She sat on the kitchen top to play for time, a habit she had when nervous or had something to consider seriously. A moment after she did it, though, it struck her she was following her story. It began with finding Martin in her house, and then she described how she jumped up onto the kitchen surface.
"My husband will be back in a bit," she said, panicking now. Her head dropped to the ground as she saw Martin's confused look the moment the words were out, and she realized it had been a stupid lie to try. It was no secret that the school Chaplin was away for a few days.
"No, he won't," Martin said. "No, he won't," he repeated, and Mrs. Banner, head still bowed, shook her head slightly to acknowledge the falsehood.
"Oh my god, you filmed it too," Mrs. Banner cried. Marcus had swiveled the laptop around and then turned up the sound. And there in front of her were her worst fears coming true. She jumped down from the kitchen top but immediately got back on it again, this time raising her legs defensively in front of herself.
Mrs. Banner watched in horror at what was on the screen. Melanie was sitting in Danny's lap, fucking him, rotating her hips while holding onto the arms of the chair so she could fuck him back. Then suddenly, he was gasping with pleasure and was obviously coming. Mrs. Banner smirked a little she knew this story as well as she knew her own, and just like the text, Melanie continued riding Danny's dick while telling him that she was going to drain his balls. Then, finally, there was laughter as Danny wrapped two arms around Melanie and pulled her back against him.
"They put on a good show," Martin said, turning the computer back to face him.
