Jack started a new teaching job and shared his classroom with a cute, energetic, twenty-three year-old female teacher named Nicole. Nicole and she had been working at the school for nearly two years, but she was relatively new to the teaching profession. Even though Jack had been teaching for a long time, since he was new to that school, she was considered the lead teacher on his academic team. She was very eager and professional. She lacked the jaded sense of humor that Jack had. She still cared very much about her teaching skills and was always looking to attend meetings and conferences. Jack went out of his way to avoid other teachers. He was happy to just shut his door, and teach kids the way he had for the last ten years. Now he had to be a "team-player," and his team-mate was "Gung-Ho."
At least she was easy on the eyes. Nicole had short blond-red hair and the most gorgeous eyes Jack had ever seen. Her figure also seemed to be quite good, although she always wore her clothes loose and baggy. Jack could never tell exactly how nice the figure was, except to know that her breasts were large, well proportioned, and very firm. She had great lines. Jack would see hints of this when she sat and crossed her legs, or shifted in a chair, causing the excess fabric of her clothing to crease and show brief glimpses of her wonderful curves and balanced angles. Her sexuality had an evasive edge that helped him get through boring days with a fairly active imagination.
Working together, they got to know each other very well. She was from a fairly well to do family. Her father was a successful business man and her mother was an educator. She said that she was married, but that her and her husband lived more like room mates than lovers. Jack was very married. He and his wife were about to celebrate their tenth anniversary with a night of pizza and videos. He figured Nicole was just eluding to a dry season in their three year marriage. He had no idea just how unhappy she had become. While he had decided to fantasize about her when ever the impulse took him, he had every intention to remain just work partners and friends. He would later find out, she had different ideas.
The nature of their teaching assignment had them spending a great deal of time together. After the first year, they became even closer. Jack soon learned that this "rookie" had re-energized his teaching. She was also very handy with computers, and drug him, kicking and screaming, into the digital age. In fact, before long, he found himself "surfing" the web at high speeds during lunch and also during slower periods. His surfing took to him to some interesting places. The school was supposed to have "firewalls," but they rarely worked. Eventually, he found a spot where stories and discussions involving sexual fantasies were being shared by others. The "literotica" web-site was one location where he frequented. Most of his colleagues would never believe that Jack had actually done some hack writing for men's publications and a soft por publisher back in the early eighties. Reading these online stories rejuvenated his muse. Before long he was writing, and selling his fiction again.
One morning he was checking my e-mail and I found this message:
"Jack, Please do not be mad at me, I had no intentions on snooping into your personal business. However, by accident I found some stories which really caught my eye. I think you know which ones I mean. I was just wondering... Is it true? Can men really do the things you write about?"
--Nicole
Jack looked down at his desk and realized how careless he had been. He had forgot to put two of the stories he had printed out away. She was probably in his room looking for some of the documents they were working on for their Thematic Science Fiction Unit they were getting ready to present to the State Board of Education. Nicole must have accidentally found them.
Jack closed his eyes and cursed himself for being so stupid. What if a student or administrator had found those? His fears gave way to fantasies. He imagined Nicole working late at night. He could almost envision her slipping into his room and shuffling the papers on his desk and then her cute little mouth forming a surprised "O" as she read the first manuscript. He could see her slipping down into his big leather chair and reading further. He imagined her conscience kicking in. She probably told herself that she was going to stop and just put them away, but was compelled to read on when the topic of enhancing orgasms was mentioned in one of them. Then he saw her in his mind's eye walk to the door and shut and lock it, her eyes never leaving the printed pages. He could imagine one of her graceful fingers toying with the collar of her blouse as he cheeks flushed. He could almost hear her breathing quicken and see her thighs part as she slid back in his leather chair; her hand descending into her lap as she read further and further. . .
The bell rang. Students came into the room. Jack quickly slid under his desk to hide his erection and started looking over a grammar book-the only sure way to ice his currently boiling blood. The last bell went slowly. He was very disconnected and distracted. He had a hard time focusing on his lesson plans. He kept averting his eyes every time Nicole looked over at him from her desk. It was a good thing that he had to teach just half of the block.
He apologized to Nicole that afternoon when the students and most of the staff had left the building. He went on to explain to her that the stories she read were mostly made up, but that the act of breath holding and that Tantric meditation did enhance sexual sensation. Certain skills could be learned by patient men that could increase the pleasure and intensity of orgasms for both male and female partner. She muttered a suggestion that he should tutor her husband, but he laughed and explained that while guys share stories of conquests, they rarely share tips. He lent her a number of books, and hoped her husband would have the sense to do some studying. He didn't think much more of their conversation until several week passed by.
