"My new Teacher"

[BigBubblehead]

Luke knew he wasn't supposed to be using the back hall to get to the chemistry lab -- it was for staff only -- but he was going to be late to Soccer if he didn't both retrieve his text book from his last classroom and get all the way across the campus again in less than eight minutes. This was the only way to prevent having to run sprints at the end of the day, and that would delay him getting home to prepare for his first date with his first cheerleader.

He hesitated at the end of the hall, looking for witnesses, then sprinted across to enter the Chemistry supply room. Once in, he hesitated again to listen for voices: sometimes Mister Lee tutored after school, and...

And ... what Luke heard was definitely not a tutoring session. He may have been an 18 year old virgin, but he wasn't naïve, and what he heard was definitely the sounds of man deep into the pleasures of sex.

Luke should have turned around and left. He knew that. That was a gimme. But ... he just couldn't, not without at least taking a peak. Mister Lee was an okay looking man, Luke thought, what with being old: he was close to dead at almost 50 already. But it wasn't like Luke was wanting to see Mister Lee in the middle of sex anyway. Luke wanted to see Missus Lee. Now she was one hot, Asian babe of a Home-Ec teacher. She was almost 20 years her husband's junior, a former Miss Illinois, and a woman who liked her short, tight, and barely school authorized skirts.

But as Luke inched forward and peeked around the corner, finding Mister Lee slouched back in his desk chair, face tilted to the ceiling, mouth wide open in moans, it wasn't the dark skinned beauty from the cooking and sewing department who was on her knees, head bobbing and clasped hands pounding on the older teacher cock.

Luke stared in amazement, unable to pull his eyes away. With the exception of internet porn -- which was nothing compared to this -- he'd never watched another couple have sex before, let alone engage in oral sex, and he'd never even known a man who cheated on his wife, let alone with a fellow teacher.

His attention shifted back and forth between Mister Lee's pleasure filled face and the activity taking place in his groin, until finally...

A deep, prolonged groan of pleasure escaped Mister Lee and his lower body bucked as he orgasmed. Luke watched it all with awe and delight, then -- knowing that any moment, the couple might become more aware of their surroundings, and Luke -- he slipped back around the corner again and quietly exited to the staff hallway again.

He stood there for quite a while, contemplating what he'd witnessed...

...and looking down at his raging erection creating a tent in his gym shorts, he hurried away, not to practice which he'd decided to skip but to his home and his bedroom three blocks away ... for some badly needed alone time.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Miss Avery's deep dark hair was pulled back at the sides of her head loosely. Her long dark spiral curls moved as she bobbed her head back and forth while sucking the hard meat moving across her lips and tongue. Each time she felt the tip reach the back of her throat she would start a series of swallows taking every inch of her fellow teacher deep down into her tight airway.

Her hand would release the base as her lips pressed against his body, her head would move left then right as she rubbed her tongue all along his cock while in her mouth. It wasn't the biggest she'd ever taken down her throat for sure, and if she didn't need him to get art supplies she wouldn't be on her knees sucking his short dick anyways.

Her head pulled back, she raked her teeth lightly along the length before stopping as the head stayed in her warm dark wet cavern. Her tongue swirled round and round the sensitive knob, she listened as her fellow male teacher moaned and groaned, his body jerked as she felt his hands on the sides of her head trying to get her to force his cock back into her mouth.

Miss Avery's fingers gripped around his meat at the base, she started stroking him fast, her saliva making her fist easy to slide along the length. His hips began to buck back and forth, he was again trying to force his cock down her throat as she knew he was about to cum hard.

As her fist gave him a few more pumps, she felt his dick twitch and Miss Avery slide his meat along her lips and tongue once again, she swallowed and slid him back down as she tilted her head back making it easy for him to just drive down into the depths of her throat and get off without a mess.

Mr. Lee as the students knew him as shot streams of hot seed down into her throat as he moaned out, panting hard making her wonder if he was going to have a heart attack or not. Once finished she wiped her mouth, released his cock from her hand and stood up. "You owe me my supplies now. I expect them to be delivered next week." She turned and left, smoothing her skirt as she exited the door.


Miss Avery was the art teacher at Beckman high, not new to the school as she been around for quite a few years. If you knew who Megan Fox was, she was her dead ringer plus about 5 years added, not that you could tell she was 30 by far.

At Beckman there was one teacher who signed off on all supplies needed, at that was Mr. Lee, the shit she did for supplies was going to stop. No more free suck jobs for him she thought that was the last.

Heading to main exit, she stopped by the office and grabbed her late mail then exited the school. She lived five blocks from school, so she was able to just walk to and from the school. She needed a drink, maybe two or three she thought as she stepped up on the last block where her house was.

Once inside she did just that made herself a rum and coke, kicked her heels off, stripped from her clothing, changed to shorts and a tee and sat outside on her back porch nursing her drink.

 

[BigBubblehead]

"Miss Avery...?" Luke waited until the gorgeous creature looked up from the papers on her desk before asking, "You were expecting me, right?"

Luke hadn't been able to think of anything other than the dark haired beauty since the day before. He'd ignored calls from his coach and team mates during and following practice wanting to know where he was; he'd skipped dinner and TV night with the fam', instead staying in his room all evening; and, when he awoke bright and early, finished his business before showering, dressing, and jogging to school early to meet with the Academics Counselor about enrolling in a new class: Art.

The past 24 hours had been both pleasurable and difficult for Luke. To visions of Miss Avery in a variety of places, positions, and acts, he'd beat his pud so many times that he ached below the belt line. And still, once he was school, he slipped stealthily off to the Visitors Lounge bathroom -- a single stall facility -- to beat off once again. He simply couldn't get enough of the fantasy of sex with the relatively young teacher.

Now, he stepped into Miss Avery's classroom with a guilty smile -- doing his best to keep his gaze on her face and not her ample bosom -- and explained, "I know its middle of the term and all, but ... Mister Jacobs said it would be okay for me to join your art class if it was okay with you."

Those in power at Beckman High had always been good to Luke. He was or had been an all star athlete in four sports, so when he went to the Academics Counselor and said his last period class was too much for him, Jacobs hadn't even hesitated to get Luke out of it and into something else. The man had made a couple of suggestions, all of which Luke shot down for one reason or another.

"The only thing left sixth period is a Freshman photography class with Missus Timbers," Jacobs had said, reading from the computer screen, "or Art ... with Miss Avery."

"Art ... really?" Luke said with feigned disappointment. When the Counselor against brought up the other class, the student -- whose cock was twitching already at the possibilities -- said reluctantly, "I'll take Albert's class."

"Avery. Miss Avery."

"Sorry," Luke said, inconspicuously rearranging his growing erection before standing. "Miss Avery."

And now here he was, handing her the transfer slip, smiling, and -- unable to resist -- glancing down her deep cleavage. "Sixth period. I know I'll be starting behind, so..."

And this was the part of his plan that was important. "...I might need some after school tutoring ... you know ... to catch up."

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Brooke sat outback on her porch for the longest time. She looked at the six foot high privacy fence that made it seen like she was alone in her own world. The neighbors on either side were far enough apart that she was able to do as she pleased without worry of them seeing her. if she wasn't to walk out and sit in the hot tub nude she could.

The closed in cabana with the hot tub inside was one of the items she got in her divorce, plus the house. It had been four years since the split which was the best thing to happen to her but when she thinks back about what she did for school supplies she had to laugh. That was the only sexual happening to her in months and she didn't even fucking enjoy it. That was the sad part of it all.

Walking back in the house, she fixed a second drink with dinner, curling up in the chair she ate her salad and watched a bit of TV. it wasn't that the day was long more or less she was disguised with what had happened and was glad it was the last time. It would have sucked if they had gotten caught, most likely ruined their careers bit then again they were both adults, yet it happened on school grounds. His wife, was her age and she just couldn't see why she married the guy who was clearly way older. Brooke wondered of maybe he didn't blackmail her into it. that was stupid, but damn she couldn't wrap her head around the couple.

The next day, she dressed for school, a pair of wide-leg, high-waist, white pants and a soft pink sleeveless silk tank with pink stiletto pumps to match. The walk was nice, it set her into a good mood to feel the warm sun upon her face and arms.

First and second periods went off without a hitch, third was her class that were currently working with clay on the table tops, wheels would be in a few weeks yet. She walked around looking to the sculptures her students were making. She raised a brow and always thought there was the one class clown and Billy Martin was it.

Walking by the table she made a fist and smashed down on the clay structure that he built of a rather large penis and gave him the eye. "Easy way to find yourself in the principals office Billy. Start over," she said and moved around the classroom.

Fourth and fifth periods were still into water colors, next week would be clay for them as well and sixth which was about to start was clay once again. She watched as the class came in and went over to the shelves where they had projects already started under plastic. They knew what to do, to just start on their work as she would make her way around. This was a still life class, most of the students had showed their love of art through their work.

Sitting behind the desk she was looking down at her roster and looked up as a shadow cast over her desk. Brooke looked up seeing an unfamiliar student standing there. "Miss Avery...? You were expecting me, right?"[/B] He said to her as she never got the memo to add him to her class so late in the quarter.

Brooke looked at him again, this wouldn't be the first time she was given an extra student and nobody told her about it. "I know its middle of the term and all, but ... Mister Jacobs said it would be okay for me to join your art class if it was okay with you."

"No, it's okay. The memo must be down in my mailbox. I can get it later" She said to him as she pushed back feeling her chair rolling back upon the floor and standing.

"Sixth period. I know I'll be starting behind, so... I might need some after school tutoring ... you know ... to catch up." he said as she offered a smile and looked as she looked from him to her classroom.

"Place your books in the cubbie hole as we walk by, there are plenty of empty ones to choose from and follow me." She said to him and led him through the classroom along the wall of opening for books and then to the back of the room where another smaller room was.

She opened the door and there was a huge cube of clay under the plastic as she took a tool and cut off a chunk for him. "Grab that and there an empty seat at the far back table. I will explain to you what we are doing in class."

Brooke walked out and left him to grab the hunk of clay and find the table, she went and grabbed him an apron and a box of tools to use then returned back to the table where she sat them.

 

[BigBubblehead]

Art class ... clay ... really?

This just wasn't Luke Taylor's thing. Art was so ... subjective. One person's art was another person's trash, he'd always thought. He'd had the same opinion of a Psychology class he'd taken junior summer through the Parks & Rec' Department. He'd only taken it because the hot girl next door was in it, and as soon as he realized that he couldn't put a number to what he was being taught, couldn't draw a straight line from Point A to Point what ever the hell you just said, he dropped it, despite knowing he'd miss his chance at making out with the blonde beauty after class.

But, Luke was determined to make it in this class. At least ... until he figured out how he was going to use what he knew about Miss Avery's sexual abilities to his advantage.

Of course, that was part of the problem: while he wasn't naïve at all, Luke had no fucking idea how he was going to turn what he'd seen into getting his dick wet.

He sat there with a feigned smile on his face while Miss Avery explained the goals of the class, the basic procedures to working the clay, and the need to use his imagination to create something of interest to himself. If he'd been in Billy Martin's class and had seen what the trouble maker had created, Luke could have said Using mine on you interests me, Miss Avery.

Eventually, she left him to his work, which amount to him glancing at the teacher often and pretending that the mound of clay he was working were her breasts being groped by his strong hands.

When she announced the five minute cleanup, he cleaned and stored his things and waited patiently for the bell. As soon as the last student had hurried away, Luke wandered up to her desk and asked, "Do you think I could come back after final bell to talk about my project?"



His last period -- now a study hall -- was the longest 50 minutes of his life, but within seconds of Miss Avery's last student exiting her class, Luke was inside ... gently closing the door behind him ... and locking it.

He didn't know whether she'd notice what he'd done, but she did have a perplexed expression on her face. She didn't have time to express her thoughts though: Luke had spent the last near-hour working on his approach and -- with his pounding heart in his throat and his nervous stomach turning over dread -- he just went for it.

"I saw you with Mister Lee yesterday ... in his classroom. I was wondering ... you know ... could we talk about it for a moment?"

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Brooke wandered the class walking around looking at each piece and discussing it with each student. She had some really talented students in each class, then she had some that just couldn't make the grade. If they showed they really took and interest and actually tried she graded them on a curve and cut them a break. Some were born with artistic talent and some didn't have a lick of it in them.

She was pretty open minded about letting them create what they wanted, some did animals, some the typical vase or mug, and some did statues of nudes. Art is art, we all see it different and that's the best thing about it, view points which open the lines of communications for discussions.

Towards the end of class she addressed the students to start cleaning up, watching as they gathered up their works and covered them placing them back in the proper area on the shelves and then went to the long sink and washed the tools up putting them away.

The day had felt long, all she wanted to do was go home and relax in the hot tub for a while then order out dinner. It was Friday and that was her normal routine, hot tub, drink and dinner. It was the last period of the day which she used for either detention time if it was her turn which it wasn't, or to just clean up for the weekend.

As she walked out from the back room to her desk she pulled out a drawer and when she closed it she looked up and her new student was standing there looking at her. "Do you think I could come back after final bell to talk about my project?" He asked as she wanted to say no but she willingly gave in.

"I can give you about ten minutes after seventh period. I have plans for tonight." She didn't but it was her time to do as she pleased, she didn't need to spend it hanging around the school...again.

A couple students stopped by to work on projects instead of sitting in study hall which was fine because they helped her out with preparing for the weekend. She caught him out of the corner of her eye as her last student walked out and he walked in as she turned her back getting her attaché' case packed to go home.

Brooke thought it weird as she happened to notice the door was closed but she couldn't tell if it was locked or not. Her new student looked nervous as he stood close by her. As Brooke went address him he jumped right in and began talking.

"I saw you with Mister Lee yesterday ... in his classroom. I was wondering ... you know ... could we talk about it for a moment?" He said catching her off guard causing her to think fast on her feet.

"Look Luke I have no idea what you think you saw and who you saw but you have something mixed up. Now I suggest you turn around and walk out the door you came in and not bring this up again." Brooke knew he had no proof and she wasn't about to give into him, though she did find him attractive in a way, schoolboy charm she chalked it up to but she wasn't about to fess up to anything."

 

[BigBubblehead]

Luke wasn't sure how to proceed: it had taken him 50 minutes and endless role playing in his mind to simply come up with I saw you with Mister Lee...

He'd expected her to get embarrassed, blush a bit, and begin begging for his discretion. Not happening...

Luke started to speak, then realized he simply couldn't say the words blow job to a teacher. He drew a deep breath, considered doing exactly what she'd commanded and give up on this crazed quest of his. But he couldn't. He would never have an opportunity like this for the rest of his life! How could he catch a teacher sucking another teacher's cock -- a married teacher -- and just walk away.

"I saw you," he continued, his words tentative, showing his nervousness, "in his classroom ... on your knees, doing ... you know ... doing him."

He didn't know what else to say. He was hoping that this would somehow get him sucked off, too, but how does a guy who can't even say blow job blackmail a teacher into such a thing?

It couldn't be done.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

"I saw you in his classroom ... on your knees, doing ... you know ... doing him." He said to her, bringing the whole incident up again. She knew he had no proof, and she wasn't ever going to go down on that old fuck ever again so there was no way of getting pictures. She eyed him up as he stood there. They were now at a stand still. Brooke thought he was a really cute guy and wondered why he was targeting her, why not his girlfriend?

"Listen Luke, you have nothing on me, so as I suggested You need to drop this whole thing and leave and I will see you next time in class."

Shame it wasn't under different circumstances she thought, he was legal age but yet he still was her student. If he was going to blackmail her he should have been the one she was blowing.

"Now, let's go. I have plans this evening she said again reminding him." Brooke could tell he was tossed off his game as he stood there. All she could picture was sitting naked in her hot tub with a drink in her hand imagining she was on some tropical island far away from where she currently was. Brooke grabbed her attaché' case and slung it over her shoulder.

If he was going to blackmail her he would have to come up with something different for sure.

 

[BigBubblehead]

(OOC: In case you are wondering about my style of writing, I try my best to write from the 18 year old boy's point of view of the world. So, sometimes there is a lack of elegance in the writing, such as "beating his pud"; and, because he thinks of the female lead as Miss Avery and not Brooke, I will refer to her as such, too.)

Luke watched Miss Avery head out the door without a care in the world. Why should she, have a care that is, not depart: Luke had no evidence, and Mister Lee certainly wasn't going to back up his story if he tried to make a mess of things.

Of course, Luke wasn't trying to cause Miss Avery any trouble. He was trying to get laid ... by a beautiful woman ... with skills! It wasn't like the cheerleader that he had --

"Oh, fuck!" he hollered at himself. He'd totally forgotten his date the night before with the bottle-bleached bimbo blond. Luke wasn't getting fucked or sucked by Miss Avery, and now his only other chance to even grope a girl's personals was gone because he'd been home all night beating his pud. He turned and headed out of the school -- this time for practice and an hour of running sprints for punishment -- grumbling to himself, "You just can't catch a fucking break, man."



Luke may not have known how to handle the teacher back in the class room, but he wasn't the type to give up without a fight either. He knew where Miss Avery lived, just a few blocks from his own house. Maybe an appearance at her door with a reminder of what he knew might get him a little further with her.

Of course, it might just get him a restraining order and a misdemeanor on his record for stalking, too, and that would look really good on a college application.

But he was determined. He didn't want to grow up an old man like Mister Lee with the knowledge that he'd had an opportunity to fuck a sexy teacher and passed on it simply because she wanted proof. Of course, growing up to be an old man like Mister Lee getting blown in his classroom wasn't a bad way to live. But Luke didn't think he could wait 30 years to lose his virginity.

Ironically, if it wouldn't be proof of Miss Avery going down on a married man that would suddenly become the focus of Luke's attempt to get to the art teacher. He reached Miss Avery's house and was about to knock on the door when -- through the open shades of the front window -- he saw her heading through the house ... in the fucking buff!

Luke looked around the neighborhood quickly for prying eyes and seeing no one, leaned forward and cupped his hands around his face to block the glare. He just barely caught Miss Avery as she disappeared into a back hallway. He'd clearly caught sight of her gently swaying hips and bouncing ass cheeks, and instantly his already self-aware cock began springing to life.

He was at a loss of what to do. She wasn't going to answer the door naked if he knocked, but if--

And that was when he heard the back door slam. And he knew that she was out back ... naked! He could just sneak around and get a look at her, couldn't he? What if she wasn't alone? She had said she had plans. Were they with a guy...? who also was naked...? in the backyard...? with fucking nakeder than shit Miss Avery...?

Luke's lust filled mind was spinning with questions, questions that could only be answered if he actually curled around the house and took a look...

...which he did.

He took another peak around the neighborhood as he unlatched the gate of the 8 foot fence and stepped through. Beyond the barrier, he hesitated a moment. He didn't hear conversation. He didn't hear sex sounds. He did hear the familiar bubbling of a Jacuzzi, though. He looked about for second floor windows from the neighboring houses, but there were none that looked down upon the property. That's why she can parade around naked, dummy.

He moved forward cautiously until he was at the corner of the house, then peeked around toward the raised deck. And there she was in all her magnificent beauty, just six or seven feet from him beyond a thick Honeysuckle bush. As Luke watched, Miss Avery fiddled with the Jacuzzi controls, with her tumbler full of what he assumed was booze, with the blowup pillow she would later use to rest her head.

The sight of her was unbelievable. She was older than the naked women at whom he normally stared -- on the internet, of course -- but she had a body that was as tight and well rounded and flawless as any of those fake models. And while peeping on her was a joy and he wished it would never end, it wasn't accomplishing his goal of getting between those incredible, athletic thighs...

...and then he remembered!

He whipped out his new Android, selected the camera, used the zoom to get in really close, and began snapping pictures through a slight opening in the Honeysuckle. And, despite having to switch arms again and again as his unmoving muscles began to spasm, he didn't stop until a message popped up on the screen that said his battery was going dead...

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Miss Avery to her students and Brooke to most of the other teachers, laid back in her hot tub sipping her drink and just letting all of the days bullshit and cares wash away from within her. She couldn't believe the little peckerhead had the balls to even approach her about what he had seen. he was so crazy to even think she would fess up to that.

If anything she was embarrassed to even be seen giving a head job to the old guy. There was no proof so she wasn't worried about it, the fact was it just pissed her off she was seen doing it, and almost getting caught. What if it wasn't a student that she could easily brush off and or was another teacher, his wife or the school superintendent? She asked her self knowing that no more chances for anything would be taken at school and surly not with him.

Thinking about the weekend she didn't have no plans, she thought maybe she would work in her studio that was located down in her basement. That was where she did her real passions, using the pottery wheel and just molding a hunk of wet clay or painting a canvas or even sometimes working with her camera and photography.

Tonight was an order out night , there wasn't any way she felt like cooking. it was a good thirty minutes that she was in the tub, her glass was empty and she stood up looking down as the drops of water raced down her naked body. She heard something like a click and didn't think about it till she heard it a few more times and quickly turned around and peered into the tall flowering thick bushes.

Brooke stepped out and looked again not hearing anything, then again there was like a clicking sound. "Who's out there?" Brooke called to the air as she walked up her sidewalk to her porch trying to get a better look around and grabbed a towel that was folded on a chair and wrapped it around herself.

 

[BigBubblehead]

(OOC: In case you are following our story, the text below in dark blue was added later, and the text in light blue is null and void. This was done to correct an error I made in the day of the week, which should be Friday at the beginning of this post and Monday later.)

"Who's out there?"

Luke was concentrating so hard on trying to switch his Android to a power-saving setting that he hadn't even see Miss Avery heading his way. The last he'd known she was standing above the tub in all her naked glory, looking down upon her body as if thinking, God I look good!

He wasted no time sprinting for the gate when he realized that she'd heard him. He had just closed the gate and quietly locked it as she came around the corner of the house. He peaked through the slats in the boards, watching her for a moment. He even had the nerve to snap one more shot of her through the wood before turning and running down the street as if just another high school jock out for an afternoon jog.



"I don't understand."

"What's not to understand?" Luke asked his best friend, Peter. He's spent the entire weekend viewing the pictures he'd taken of Miss Avery -- and taking care of himself, too -- and now he had a plan that he thought would pressure her into taking a different direction than she had last Friday. He looked to the class room door which was wide open and explained again, "You just walk with me to doorway, look in at Miss Avery, smile as if you know something, whisper Her? to me ... and we walk away."

"What's this about?"

Luke shook his head and hurried his friend down the hall. "You don't need to know what it's about. Just trust me."

"The last time you said trust me I got slapped by your sister."

Luke ignored Peter, pulled him into the hallway in Miss Avery's line of sight, and then -- when she glanced away from her class toward them -- gave his buddy a poke in the back. The two did exactly as they had planned and, before she could even contemplate what was going on, they were gone.



Luke skipped his Sixth Period Art class and spent the last two periods sitting in a back corner of the Media Center, glancing up at the clock again and again. Just seconds before the final bell of the week would release the students for a three day weekend, he pressed send on his now fully charged Android. The link and password to a Photobucket page -- available only to Luke and Miss Avery -- went to the teacher's school address, which was available to all of her students, which -- of course -- now included Luke.

Once the email was sent, he went back to the Photobucket page, tapped the first picture to enlarge it, then selected slide show. His cock swelled once again as he watched the pictures of the teacher pass by, the sunshine glistening in the drops clinging to her naked body. Suddenly, he was tickled pink at the money he'd put out on the much better phone with an amazing camera. These pictures alone warranted the extra $220.

After he'd paged through all of the pictures again, he sent another email that was already written in his draft folder:

I didn't tell anyone about you and Mister Lee.
And I haven't shown these pics to anyone.
But I can, and I will.

I'm sorry to do it this way, but -- to be honest -- I think you owe me.
Any other guy in this school would have spread the story about you and
Mister Lee without even thinking.
Any other guy in this school would have posted the pics to PornHub
or to some other web site. Maybe Literotica.
I didn't.

I will be at the West Wing Weight Room at 9pm.
We need to talk.​

He didn't sign it, nor did he use his personal email address, choosing to create an anonymous Yahoo ID instead. Miss Avery couldn't link him to these pics anymore than he could link her to sucking Mister Lee's cock.

The game was tied. And Luke was determined to win.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Friday night flew by, Brooke spent Saturday and Sunday at home working on her pottery wheel. She split her time between that and relaxing in the hot tub. This was the perfect weekend for her, almost. She was missing a partner but that was fine for now she was enjoying her alone time for the most part.

Monday morning she woke early and dressed in a pair of jeans and a nice cotton shirt knowing half her classes would be working on the wheel and so would she. The day was beautiful, the sun was shining high in the sky, she loved the warmth upon her face and just had a skip in her step as she walked into the school.

The morning started off well, everyone was on time, and she was able to set wheels up for her next class. "Miss Avery?" A student called as she walked over looking to her sculpture.

"Yes Nancy?" Miss Avery answered.

"I think , no I know this is the piece I want to show in the Spring Art show. What do you think?" Nancy asked her teacher.

"I think you picked the right piece. This one has much more detail than the other two pieces. I love the lines you created and how the two parts flow into each other. You have great artistic ability Nancy. Once it's fired and painted we can put it away till the show." Miss Avery said.

"Great, Thanks Miss Avery," Nancy replied back and started covering her piece.

"Time to clean up class!" Miss Avery said as she turned and went back to her desk.

The next few classes went the same way, her serious students were deciding on which pieces of art they created would be going into the show while the others just existed messing about just to pass her class.

Was the end of fifth period, there were two more to go and her Monday was in and she still was feeling pretty good. As it grew a few minutes from the bell, something caught her eye as she looked towards the doorway into the open hallway and raised a brow as she saw her new student Luke with another student standing there whispering and pointing. Brooke could read lips, she read the words...'her' from the other kids lips and then watched them walk away.

"Miss Avery, have a great day," one of her students said as the bell rang and they all started walking out.

"Thank you Darren," she called back and she stood there in thought.

Sixth period flew by and seventh was just about half way over, as she sat at her desk and opened her laptop to quick grab her emails while the students were busy. There were two emails that didn't seem familiar to her yet were sent to her teacher email account.

Brooke looked at the first couple and then hesitated to open the first. She thought maybe another teacher changed their address so she clicked open and there was a link to a Photobucket account and a password. None of this was making sense to she decided to click the link, type in the password and just as she looked at the clock, there were two minutes left. She glanced at the page and gasped as she saw herself, pictures of her naked outside in her yard on Friday night in her hot tub.

The bell rang, and it just seemed to echo within the room forever. She quickly came back to reality when the students started shuffling out of the room. She quickly closed the laptop so the students couldn't see and smiled a false smile.

Once they were gone she got up and quickly closed her room door and went through the couple pages of pictures of her naked. Brooke knew there was somebody outside her gate Friday, nobody was there when she looked and called out. Some were her before the hot tub and others were clear to her that they were taken after she stepped out as anyone could clearly see the droplets of water upon her skin as she walked naked to her porch.

She favorite that URL and opened the next one ...

I didn't tell anyone about you and Mister Lee.
And I haven't shown these pics to anyone.
But I can, and I will.

I'm sorry to do it this way, but -- to be honest -- I think you owe me.
Any other guy in this school would have spread the story about you and
Mister Lee without even thinking.
Any other guy in this school would have posted the pics to PornHub
or to some other web site. Maybe Literotica.
I didn't.

I will be at the West Wing Weight Room at 9pm.
We need to talk.


Brooke knew where it came from and who it came from. She quickly sent an email back to Luke.

Luke-

I could take police action for this. But I will talk to you first but not that late and not at the school.

She hit send, and turned off her email, shut down her laptop and walked towards the door. She felt angry, he had no idea who he was messing with she thought as he was actually blackmailing her.

Once home, she set her laptop up and waited to hear from him as she went about her normal routine.

 

[BigBubblehead]

Luke's stomach turned at the words police action, even though he'd expected she might threaten it. But the fact that she said she'd talk to him before taking such action was a relief. He still felt that he had the advantage: no woman, particularly a teacher at a high school full of horny young boys, wanted naked pictures of her spread all over the internet. She wouldn't be able to do her job at Beckman, and even if she transferred to another school, the pictures would catch up with her there, too.



He pressed send on his phone at 7:16pm, stuffed the phone away in the back pocket of his tight fitting jeans, and adjusted the button up shirt that fit his muscular abdomen so well that his younger sister called it his 3G shirt ... go get girls.

Then he waited to see how she reacted to the short, blunt message:

I'm at your back door.​

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Brooke waited and nothing was sent at five, then she checked again at six PM and nothing once again. She finished her dishes and wondered how many other student pulled this shit with their teacher. This really angered her still, the kid had balls when you really think about it he could have one hell of a hefty fine as well as jail time if not worse.

She stood there at her kitchen sink, on the ledge was a small radio she used from time to time just for background sound. She turned it on and listed to Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb come out of the speaker. "How fitting " she said.

Once the dishes were done, she walked back to her bedroom and changed into an old red Hot Chilli pepper's concert tee shirt and cut off jean shorts. Walking back out she heard the song still playing, grabbing a wine glass she filled hers full, maybe she would call off tomorrow and play sick. it was something she never did, but she was feeling that way with all the shit going on with this fucked up kid.

Brooke just didn't understand what the deal was, he was a good looking kid, he was a jock, and he could have any girl on the cheer squad or any girl from the senior year, why was he doing this to her? She just couldn't wrap her head around any of it.

As the song finished she looked at her laptop and a little flag popped up, she clicked her email and there was another message from Luke. it was short and sweet, she shook her head and walked back to her back door and held it open. "Get in here," she said...in a stern voice.

 

[BigBubblehead]

He'd felt kind of stupid, standing there on the porch waiting for her. He had instant notification on his phone, tablet, and laptop -- most kids were wired that way -- so he'd assumed that an instant after he sent the text, she'd be storming to the door.

Instead, he'd been standing there for an agonizing four minutes ... just staring at the door ... waiting for Miss Avery to check her email or, if she already had, waiting for the cops to swarm from every direction and pin him to the deck.

Then, with his heart jumping into his throat, the door flew open.

"Get in here."

He hesitated for some reason. This was what he wanted, to be invited into the teacher's home so that he could discuss with her his ... well, his blackmail of her.

"In there?" he asked timidly, as if she was going to change her mind and have the very personal conversation on the back deck so the neighbors could listen. He reaction sent him quickly inside, hesitating for a moment to look about, before stepping through an open doorway into the kitchen where he stood stiffly as -- still as timid as could be -- he began, "So ... about the pictures..."

 

[Sinful_whispers]

" In there?" He asked her as she could feel her blood boil just seeing him.

"Yes!" Brooke said. She watched him enter the house and she could easily tell that he had no clue what he was doing. He reminded her of a bank robber that went into a bank, tried to rob it yet signed the hold up note. She shook her head a bit as he stepped in. Once he was in she closed the door behind him with a slight bang as the door kissed the frame.

Turning to him she crossed her arms and looked at him as she leaned against the doorframe that entered into her kitchen just eyeing him up with disappointment. She could play the game just as good as him, and it was just about to begin.

"So ... about the pictures..." He said to her as she pushed off the wall and grabbed her glass of wine and walked past him to the livingroom and took a seat on her couch as she left him standing there a few feet away.

"Ah yes the pictures you illegally obtained as you walked onto my private yard. Where you without permission opened my privacy gate and entered into my backyard hiding in my bushes and took illegal pictures of me naked and then illegally uploaded them to a photo site online. Then as a young adult you sent me emails trying to blackmail me for whatever reason. Now Luke, you do realize everything you did step by step was illegal and could be punishable by prison time right?" His teacher asked him making sure he knew what he was doing before this went any further.

She took a sip of her wine, "First of all I can't even understand why. Why would you risk everything, your whole future to pull something so damn stupid and leave a trail behind? get in here and sit lets talk Luke." His teacher could easily turn the tables and he hadn't even thought that far ahead. She could blackmail the blackmailer. He could be traced, especially using his cell saying he was at her back door the same time the email said, and he used his cell phone which would ping off a cell tower in her vicinity right where he stood at her back door. Kids, never think before they do something so damn stupid she thought.

 

[BigBubblehead]

"First of all I can't even understand why..."

That one statement was about all Luke would remember Miss Avery saying later when he tried to replay the conversation in his mind. Why was simple: he wanted to have sex with Miss Avery and, since she was a grown woman and he was a fucking kid, this was the only way he saw to make that happen ... blackmail.

You heard about such things in the news all the time. You saw it on the teen-audience cable shows all the time. Sometimes it worked out, with both parties -- regardless of their initial reluctance -- flopping to the mattress, panting and sweating in great ecstasy. That was all he wanted: to enjoy his first explosive orgasms in the arms of this beautiful, erotic, naked teacher.

Why...? Luke's unconscious response to that was Duh!

He listened to her rant on about what he'd done wrong and the trouble in which it was going to get him, but really all his mind could fathom were those incredible round mounds so tightly wrapped by her Red Hot Chile Peppers tee shirt and the long legs reaching out from below the perfectly fitting short shorts.

She was easily the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen so not fully dressed before. It was obvious that she hadn't expected him to simply show up on her door step: the clothing she wore only amplified his lust for her, and Luke knew that -- considering the situation -- Miss Avery wouldn't have intentionally fed the fire in this way.

Suddenly, Luke realized that the room was filled with silence. Miss Avery had stopped talking and was simply staring at him, waiting for a response to... Oh shit, she asked a question.

His conscious assaulted his subconscious, demanding it repeat the questions Miss Avery had asked so that she would realize that the only thought going through his mind was How do I get her out of those Daisy Dukes and onto my cock?

Then, just as suddenly, he realized that he was hard as a rock -- and Luke Jackson wasn't a small guy, either! Perfectly righted in a vertical position, his swollen penis was pressing more than noticeably against the zipper of his jeans, and -- now aware of his condition -- Luke wanted desperately to hide himself somehow, but ... it just couldn't be done. He simply had to hope that the teacher wasn't eying his privates as he had been hers.

The pressure of the moment finally led to an explosion from Luke, and the confessions, desires, and needs simply flowed from him like the waters of a burst dam.

"I don't want to be a virgin anymore, Miss Avery, and I can't have sex with-- No! I don't want to have sex with the girls at school because ... well ... there just girls! And yeah, sure, I'm sure it would be nice and all, but I want something more, and then I see you with Mister Lee and I realize that what I want is someone who knows what she's doing, and I know you know what you're doing, and all I want is that ... you know ... what, that, you know, what you were doing with Mister Lee, and I just don't understand why I can't have that since, you know, I didn't say anything to anyone about anything that I saw and I just thought that ... you know, that that should be worth something, and that ... you know, you and me, we could..."

He hesitated for a moment, shrugged, blushed, and then -- with his eyes beginning to glaze over a bit with the emotion of the moment -- Luke said softly, "All I want is for us to be together Miss Avery ... you know ... just once ... my first time."

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Brooke looked him over as she waited for him to answer her questions. She had hoped he was thinking about it all before he did something more stupid than what he had already done. She knew somebody was there Friday, she just didn't think it was a student, maybe a dog or something but she should have thought about him since he had already hit her up about Mr. Lee.

She wasn't stupid, he wasn't the first student that had a crush on the teacher, hell they wrote rock songs about it for years. Brooke could remember back when she first started teaching and a student asked her out on a date, she was married and yet that didn't stop him. back when she was in high school, she had a great looking, very fit and handsome sex education teacher she would have did in a heartbeat if she had the nerve to go after him like kids did these days.

Now and then she had lunch with Mr. Jameson the history teacher, they were pretty friendly, not sexual wise but tossed around a few teaching stories and he admitted to her about his female students that try and entice him with low tops, short skirts and some that were so brazen they wouldn't wear panties and give him sneak peeks to get his attention. They laughed over it but this kid, he was going a bit to far for her.

The house was quiet, she waited for him to explain himself, didn't matter if she knew why he did it or not she wanted him to explain himself. Brooke wanted to hear it from his own mouth. Brooke let her eyes move over him, she stopped and did a double take and realized he was sitting there with a hard-on as the crotch of his pants tented out.

All of a sudden out of nowhere he started to rattle on as to why he did what he did. He was talking so damn fast she was having a hard time keeping up with him. Brooke was able to grab every other word here and there, but it was easy enough to put the sentences together.

Finally after he blurted all of that out which must have been sitting on his mind for a while he spoke one simple sentence to her, "All I want is for us to be together Miss Avery ... you know ... just once ... my first time."

She looked at him and sighed softly. "You do know that even thought you are an adult by law that I could get fired if caught? Luke I could lose my job. I would have to state that you were trying to blackmail me and that would put you in jeopardy for everything you worked hard for to go down the toilet."

Brooke looked him over, she felt sorry for him, not in a pitiful way but just sorry that he went through all of this for that reason. The young man was handsome, and from the looks of it he was quite endowed, and she was very flattered.

"Luke come over here and sit aside me so we can talk better." Brooke said in her stern teacher voice. She moved and patted the space beside her on the coach her breasts moved freely which meant she wasn't wearing a bra and she was sure he took notice.

 

[BigBubblehead]

(OOC: Only have a moment.)

"I won't tell anyone," Luke said in response to her warning about their futures. "I would never tell anyone. I just ... I just want to be with you ... just once."

She invited him to sit next to her and, while he hesitated -- aware that his erection was just so unbelievably obvious and embarrassing -- Luke would have done anything to just get near to Miss Avery.

He crossed to the couch, hesitated, then sat down. His knee accidentally tapped hers but he pulled it back quickly, fearing she would think he was already copping a feel...

 

[Sinful_whispers]

"I won't tell anyone, I would never tell anyone. I just ... I just want to be with you ... just once." He said to her from across the room as she looked at him.

Brooke watched him move, she walked like he was scared she was going to push off the couch and lunge at him, rip out his jugular. She could see how hard he was and how he could maintain an erection under the circumstances. It truly amazed her. She wondered how many times the kid jacked it to her naked pictures or if he had shown them to anyone else, or told what he saw her and Mr. Lee doing. The thought of that turned her stomach, a thought she wished wouldn't have entered her mind ever.

Brooke kept her eye on him, he was in her domain now. The canary entered the cat's house, a dangerous position for him to be in if she wanted to do anything really evil about it. he had no idea what she could even be capable of, for all he knew she could be off her rocker and do him in. He wanted her so bad, he took that chance and once again that showed a little bit of balls.

His knee fell against hers as he sat, he was so careful till then and quickly pulled it back. She turned to him, her nipples hard and pressing against the worm thin tee shirt as she reached and ran her fingers through his hair nice and slowly and looked him over once again making it known to him she saw his dick was hard.

Brooks fingers tightened as she grabbed a bit of his hair within her fingers, wanting to make him squirm. She leaned in and placed her lips at his ear allowing him to feel her heated breath against it wondering if he would shoot a load in his pants. "How can I trust you?" She whispered softly to him holding him by the hair as her other hand moved to his thigh. "Do you think just once would be enough Luke? One time inside me is enough to saddle that wild sexual beast within you dying to get out?" She asked as her hand moved slowly up his thigh.

She released his hair and her fingers went through it raking it soft and slowly as she pulled her head back and licked her lips with the tip of her tongue. Her fingers lightly danced upon his upper thigh then moved back down to his knee. "How do I know you didn't spread those pictures to everyone? or tell you have them?"

Brooke leaned back in and as she gripped his hair again she tilted his head to the side, and she licked along his neck with her tongue to his ear. "I have no proof do I that you didn't already."

 

[BigBubblehead]

Miss Avery turned to Luke, and he couldn't help but glance down at what his also-always-horny father would have termed an ample bosom but what Luke would have just called big tits. Her nipples were hard and pressing noticeably against the inside of the tee shirt, and it made his cock twitch with inappropriate excitement within his tight groin.

When she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, Luke's lips quivered in a quick smile. This is gonna happen! It's really gonna happen!

Then Miss Avery's fingers grasped tightly on a handful of hair, causing Luke to grimace with a combination of pain, surprise, and sudden disappointment. He recognized this treatment: his now-college age sister gave it to him anytime he didn't do what she told him to do.

"How can I trust you?" She whispered softly...

Luke was about to answer that if she would just give him the experience he wanted -- an incredible sexual experience -- that he would take that to the grave with him. But he didn't have a chance to respond as she began sliding a hand up his thigh toward his throbbing erection and surprised him with her erotically purred comment.

"Do you think just once would be enough Luke? One time inside me is enough to saddle that wild sexual beast within you dying to get out?"

Luke's eyes widened at Miss Avery's words. Was she toying with him...? teasing him...? punishing him with imaginings of things that he would never have...? or ... was she describing what she was actually offering him, more than a memory or experience ... an awakening that would leave him a slave to his desires for her... forever?

Miss Avery released her grasp on his hair and began raking her fingers through it.

"How do I know you didn't spread those pictures to everyone...?

"I didn't," Luke murmured.

"... or tell you have them?"

"I promise," he whispered, his tone a begging one, desperate for her to believe him.

Then, she gripped his hair again, tilted his head to the side ... and licked all along his neck, from his collar bone to his ear. A chill ran through his body that Miss Avery had to have felt in her grasping fingers.

"I have no proof do I that you didn't already."

"I wouldn't! he blurted out, overwhelmed by the raw sensuality on display from the teacher. "Miss Avery! All I want to do is to be with you! That's all I want. I promise!"

For the entirety of the incident on the couch, Luke had been too frightened -- or maybe just hesitantly confused -- to put his hands upon the woman. He still wasn't sure whether this was the first step in his getting his fantasy or the final step in her uncovering the full truth before turning him over to the cops.

Now, as the fire grew within him, though -- and without really thinking about what he was doing -- Luke reached one hand up to the fingers entangled in his hand, not to pull them away but to tighten around them as if to ensure she didn't let him go; while the other reached out and settle on Miss Avery's hip. He didn't grope or caress her: the hand simply set there, as if waiting for instructions.

His eyes began to glaze over with desperation as he whispered, "Please, Miss Avery..."

 

[Sinful_whispers]

The young man was surly way out of his league, he was in the big man's league now and had had no idea what he had gotten himself into with her. She watched him squirm, whether it was from sexual excitement or fear it didn't matter she loved showing him that he was a pup playing a big dogs game.

His teacher's eyes looked within his, "You say you promise you didn't and you say you wouldn't but I have no idea that I can trust a person who tried to blackmail me. Would you trust a person who came at you in the same way Luke? Wouldn't you be questionable as well?"

Miss Avery took her role as his teacher seriously, and it wasn't just him it was all her students. She loved teaching art, and would never forgive herself to be caught in such a way that it would ruin her career and possibly toss her in jail. But, on the other hand she was a woman with sexual desires and he could easily fit the bill.

"Please, Miss Avery..." the male student said to his teacher as his hand moved to her hip. She never moved it, instead she went another step further to entice him, to tease him, to bring the fly further into the black widows web.

Brooke stood, her hand still within his hair, she loosened her grip and felt his hand slide off her hip. Looking down upon him, her nipples like hard diamond still pushing against the worn rock concert tee shirt she gave him a stern look. That look we all hated to get from a teacher that you knew you were in trouble after class.

Her feet parted and she moved placing his knees between her legs, her words pronounced clearly with the tone of her voice getting demanding. "Please Ms. Avery what Luke?" Please Ms. Avery... fuck me...suck me...tease me...educate me...please Ms. Avery ...what Luke?

Her knees bent as she knelt over his lap, her crotch settling down on his hand cock as she took his hands within her and locked their fingers and placed them behind his head holding him there. She leaned him her lips ever so lightly against his, eye to eye..."Please Ms. Avery....what Luke?" Her ass grinded feeling how rock hard his cock was as she toyed with him, showing him who was now in charge, and it wasn't him by far. Her tits pressed against his chest, they seemed to recycle the air between their lips as she asked him that one question.

 

[BigBubblehead]

Luke thought his chances with Miss Avery had hit nil when she stood and ceased his ever-so-slight contact with her. Then she continued with the toying, teasing, chastising ... Luke didn't know what it was, only that anything with Miss Avery -- that didn't involve the cops or a slap across the face -- was fine with him.

"'Please Ms. Avery' what Luke? Please Ms. Avery... fuck me...suck me...tease me...educate me...please Ms. Avery ...what Luke?

He was still trying to figure out exactly what the shapely teacher was doing when she slipped into his lap and press the crotch of her tight fitting shorts against his rock hard cock. Luke drew a deep, excited as the feel of her squashing against him and knew -- finally! -- that something was finally going his way.

She entwined her fingers with his and pulled them behind his head. He looked up into her dark eyes as she leaned in and kissed him softly.

"Please Ms. Avery....what Luke?"

His chest was rising and falling so rapidly that you would have thought he'd just finished his track warm ups, or the 400 meter, or both! He'd never been so sexually excited before, and -- now actively meeting Miss Avery's grinding motion down below -- Luke began to fear that he might explode before they'd had the chance of stripping away the layers of jeans separating their vital parts.

"All of it ... please, Miss ... Avery," he begged between soft yet passionate kisses. "Oh god... all ... of it, please."

 

[Sinful_whispers]

As she looked down at her student under her while she sat on his lap and grinded against him she could feel him pushing back, she knew his dick was aching to be freed before he blew a load all over the inside of his underwear and or jeans.

Her tits bounced and swayed from her chest as she leaned forth, her long hair falling down making a wall on either side of his face as she looked directly into his eyes. Her hips lifted and her tits were on each side on his face, her eyes into his as he spoke letting her know what he wanted, like she already didn't know. "All of it ... please, Miss ... Avery." He begged her between his teacher's teasing kisses "Oh god... all ... of it, please."

Leaning down Brooke tossed her head, all of her hair flew to one side and hung down again, she leaned in and licked along his neck, playfully biting and sucking his ear lobe. Her ass pushing down hard, her fingers locked very tightly with his her lips against his ear..."destroy those pictures on your phone now, give me the password for that Photobucket site now Luke..."

Brooke squeezed her knees against his thighs causing his ass to rise as she grinded against his cock again, this time it pushed up between her covered lips. "I like you Luke. It feels like you can easily offer me a nice big cock that I would enjoy, so what do you say? Me or the pictures? Your choice and choose correctly or you just may miss out on something that would make you blow not only one hell of a load but your mind as well."

"If we do this Luke, no proof, no blackmail...teacher and student. it stays between you and I, not you and your buddies. Understood?" Brooke was that teacher that kids feared when she gave that certain look and her voice changed to being so sweet to so stern. When she made a point each and every student got it.

 

[BigBubblehead]

(OOC: Only have a moment.)

Luke was in heaven, feeling Miss Avery's crotch rubbing up and down his shaft as her big breasts pressed against his cheeks. He got bold and at one point, when she lowered enough to put her cleavage near him mouth, he snuck a kiss at her warm flesh. He'd never kissed a woman's tits, and it made him smile with joy.

But he was torn about what Miss Avery was suggesting. The only reason he was here now, like this, was the pictures. If he destroyed it all before he got what he wanted, how was he to know she wouldn't toss him out onto the sidewalk with his dick still hard and dry?

"A ... deal," he struggled between pants. "I'll ... delete the pics ... on my phone ... now ... if you'll--"

He hesitated, barely able to get out the words. It just wasn't like Luke to say such a thing out loud, particularly to a teacher. But he managed.

"...if you'll do what you did ... to Mister Lee ... now..."