Mr. Alberts wandered into his kitchen to start a pot of coffee before climbing into the shower. He had an extra bounce in his step as he busied himself around the house, quietly humming a tune. He felt like a boy waiting for Christmas morning. He couldn't believe his amazing luck. All year long Naomi had been a thorn in his side. Constantly bucking his authority, challenging the need for his assignments, the need for his class! Mr. Alberts loved writing and after college he had decided that the most rewarding thing he could do was to help guide and encourage that love in others. That was why he had become a teacher and how he had ended up in this wonderful situation. Oh how he loved writing.
Naomi was an intelligent girl and a great student. She had a knack for science and mathematics and it was no surprise to him that she was planning on pursuing a career in the medical field. What was surely a surprise to her was that she had a talent for writing as well. Mr. Alberts had recognized it straight off in her earlier assignments. But as the school year progressed and the work became more time consuming, Naomi had put less and less effort into it. It was obvious that she wasn't struggling with the work, she was just not taking it seriously. This was a source of frustration for Mr. Alberts who had a passion for writing and felt like she was openly mocking him with her disdain. When he sentenced her with detention he hadn't known that it was going to go this far. He hadn't really had any plan at all; he just wanted to get back at her for her abhorrent attitude. Not that he was complaining.
The shower hissed to life and he stripped off his cotton pajama bottoms as he waited for the water to heat up. He nodded his approval at his reflection in the rapidly fogging mirror. Mr. Alberts was a young teacher, 29 years old, and he made a point of staying in shape, although he was beginning to get a little softer in the middle than he would have liked. He was six feet tall with well kept, short, dark hair and a booth induced tan. He climbed into the hot spray and began soaping his body while thinking about the last couple of days.
He had to admit that it was all a bit of a surprise for him. Naomi was undeniably hot but the reality of seducing her was more than he had expected. Her sweet innocence, her eagerness to please, her ability to allow herself to be swept away was such an aphrodisiac for the older man. He had never been as turned on before in his entire life. As Mr. Alberts thought about the young girl his cock swelled to attention and he began stroking it with his soap covered hand.
Thrills of pleasure swept up and down his spine as he stroked himself and thought about Naomi's sexy mouth engulfing him. A soft moan escaped his lips as he remembered her telling him that she wasn't good at it. His breathing quickened and his pace increased as he thought about her gagging and telling him it was too big. His orgasm was quickly approaching and he swept his other hand down and began playing with his balls. His thoughts were a jumble of images: her naked body writhing as he sucked on her clit, her soft mouth against his as her cum covered breasts mashed into his chest, and that submissive "Yes, Sir" as she left on Thursday.
It was that memory that sent him over the edge. He groaned aloud as he sprayed cum along the shower wall. His hand kept pumping as his dick began to soften and he let his knees slowly buckle from the intensity of the orgasm. He sat on the floor of his shower and enjoyed the feel of the hot water as his thoughts remained on the lovely teenager and the fun that they were going to have this afternoon. The rest of his morning seemed to drag on as he worked around his house.
He was sitting on the front porch reading when Naomi pulled into his drive. He glanced at his watch and noticed it was 1:45 and he smiled. She was early which meant she was either eager or eager to please. He didn't care which.
As Naomi pulled into Mr. Alberts' drive, her heart briefly stopped in her chest. She shakily got out of her vehicle and glanced up to the porch, seeing Mr. Alberts outside of class for the first time. Her mouth went dry as she noticed his casual dress of slightly frayed jeans, a sexy t-shirt and bare feet. Naomi self-consciously pulled at her denim skirt, hoping that she was attractive enough for him.
Mr. Alberts smiled and stood up. He casually leaned one arm against a support beam as he waved to the young girl. He saw her smile blossom as she waved back and began walking toward him. She looked sexy, in a tense way. When she reached the porch her footsteps faltered and she looked shyly up at him before glancing away. "You have a nice house, Mr. Alberts," she said.
"You haven't even had the tour," he replied with a laugh and then opened up the front door and stepped inside with Naomi in tow.
He led the girl around his house, pointing out various things of interest and making idle conversation. He could tell that Naomi was nervous and he wanted her to relax. Having her here and away from the school gave him the opportunity to teach his favorite student a great many things. They had all afternoon, and he wanted to make the most of it.
"And finally," he said with a grandiose gesture, "my study. This is my favorite room in the house." He led the girl into a small library. Bookshelves dominated one entire wall and there were two very plush chairs facing a large, comfortable couch in the center. The room was well lit by bay windows and it had a small wet bar opposite the bookshelves. Mr. Alberts gestured toward one of the two chairs and Naomi sat down while he headed over to the bar and uncorked a bottle of wine.
In between the chairs was a small table with a reading lamp and a paper. As she sat, she noticed that the paper was one of hers from earlier in the school year. Her brow wrinkled in curiosity and she picked it up to thumb through it.
"I really liked that one," he said from over her shoulder causing her to jump. She looked like a kid with her hand in the cookie jar but his smile eased her tension. She tentatively took the offered glass of wine as he made his way into the other seat. He clinked her glass and toasted, "To the joys of creative writing!"
Naomi blushed and took a sip of the wine before looking back at the paper with confusion. "Why do you have this here?"
"I wanted us to talk about your writing, Naomi. I think that you have real talent," he gestured to the paper. "As you might remember I gave you an 'A' on that paper. I did so because I liked what you had done. I was impressed. Naomi looked down and blushed as Mr. Alberts complemented her writing.
"I know that I have been really hard on you lately and I wanted to apologize for not being clear as to why." She squirmed a little as he explained, feeling guilty for acting like such a child in his class.
He took the paper from her hand and opened it up to show here some of his comments. "When I read this I saw real potential in your work and I was eager to see your skills blossom. As the class progressed I became frustrated at your cavalier attitude and rather than teach, I punished."
"Do you really think that I can be a good writer too, Mr. Alberts?"
"Of course you can, Naomi! You already have talent, you just have to learn how to use it. Do you think I learned how to write overnight?"
Under the weight of Mr. Alberts' beaming smile Naomi couldn't help but grin back. Once the ice was broken, the two of them fell into an easy conversation as they sat and drank their wine. He told her about his college days and why he loved writing so much. He told her of his time teaching in Europe and how he couldn't wait to get back. The two of them were laughing and enjoying themselves and before she knew it, Naomi was starting her third glass of wine.
Naomi didn't know if it was the alcohol, but as Mr. Alberts talked she found it was getting harder and harder to concentrate on what he was saying. Her mind kept straying back to her last two detentions and she was surprised when she interrupted Mr. Alberts' story with a giggle.
He faltered as the girl giggled and the corner of his mouth quirked up in a wry grin. "What's so funny?"
Naomi instantly blushed and tried to come up with a reasonable excuse.
"I was just thinking, is all," she responded, eyes glittering. Mr. Alberts grinned back at the girl
