Author's note: This is my FIRST ever. So feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Should I continue? Not my best work, but my roommate came in when I was trying to finish it up and startled the crap out of me.
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The way she always stuck the tip of her pen in her mouth drove him nuts. It wasn't that she was doing it on purpose—no, he could tell. Some of his students were provocative young girls. Jailbait in miniskirts and push-up bras. Not Jenny. The pen slipped between her lips when she was deep in thought. Staring out the window or up at the blackboard. She barely seemed to notice him. Jenny never dropped things, never bent over to give him a better look down her shirt or spread her legs wide enough that he could look up her skirt when he sat low enough at his desk. She didn't even sit near his desk.
It wasn't until half-way through the semester that he greeted the students at the door and got a whiff of her delicious scent. No perfume, he guessed, probably just shampoo mixed with her own natural aroma, but to Jake Wilson, senior English teacher at South Side High, it was intoxicating. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply every time she passed him by. The scent alone caused a familiar stirring in his pants. But even as he dreamed of her the answer was always no. This was a student! Eighteen years old and God only knows how inexperienced. Kids these days were ahead of the times, but he just couldn't picture Jenny Holt on her back with her legs spread, or kneeling in front of some guy's dick with her mouth open and ready. Well, he could, but not for anyone but himself. She must be a virgin, he thought, and the idea drove him wild. Her insanely tight, untainted pussy completely sheathing his hard cock. It was enough to make him cum on the spot.
"Mister Wilson?" a voice brought him back to reality. He was in class! It wasn't even Jenny who roused him from his daydream, damnit. She was still completing her assignment, writing as quickly as her hand could slide across the paper. He answered the question of the student who interrupted him and then excused everyone who was finished with their work in hopes that Jenny might stay back. She was meticulous in her work, and everything else, he assumed.
Once the class had cleared out and she was the only one left, still writing with a fury, he moved over to sit on the student desk next to hers, "Jenny, the class is over, you can turn it in as you have it."
She absently licked between her lips and looked up at him, innocently batting her eyelashes once or twice as she smiled slightly, "I obviously wasn't paying attention." But as soon as she said it, she was already cleaning up her things, packing them away and before he could say much more, she was out the door.
"Damnit," he cursed under his breath, figuring it was just as well, probably better that he not be alone with her. When he stood up, he could feel the tightness below his belt. He needed relief.
The students were at lunch and his desk was situated just so that no one at the window could see in. He thought maybe, just maybe he could get away with beating off, release himself before his next class so that he didn't lose himself in a daydream the way he had previously. He sat down and unzipped his pants, lifting his butt off of the chair to pull them slacks down just enough so that he could wrap his hand around himself. He closed his eyes and imagined Jenny, starting to slowly pump his hand up and down, his erection growing harder. Without paying attention to anything that was going on around him, Jake continued to pleasure himself.
When Jenny opened the door and reentered the classroom she gasped loudly. She was visibly shocked and stunned as she let the door slam behind her and stood frozen, staring at her teacher, "I...Oh my God, I'm so sorry," she covered her eyes and turned around, unsure even then why she didn't just run, "I left my lunch..." she started to walk toward the desk she'd been sitting at with her back turned to Mister Wilson.
He jumped up and quickly zipped his pants, "Jenny, I'm so --holy shit, I mean," he covered his mouth and mumbled 'fuck' to himself just as she turned around with those wide doe eyes of hers and blinked at him. "I didn't think anyone was coming back." Jenny nodded her head. He winced and took a step toward her, "Don't tell anyone about this?" he touched her arm and she pulled back for a second, but not so much that his hand was removed from her.
Her skin felt like it might light on fire when he touched her, after what she'd just witnessed. She'd never been with any boy before, never seen a naked penis. But that didn't mean she didn't have hormones, nor that she didn't have questions or curiosities. She swallowed hard and tried to laugh it off quietly, "You uh...I guess you have to do what you have to do?"
"Do you?" He asked.
Without thinking she replied, "Only once or twice." In answer to a question he hadn't even known he asked. When she heard the words fall out of her mouth she gasped and covered her mouth with her hands, "I'm so, oh my god," her face turned red as a raspberry as she stood there, feet planted firmly on the ground.
"It's alright," he smiled just slightly, "Everybody does it. Sometimes...nah." He thought he'd test the waters, see what this girl who was obviously curious would allow. It wasn't like he was old and decrepit. He could be her older brother at best, but not her father.
"What?" She asked.
"Oh nothing," he turned to walk away, "I was just going to say that sometimes it's better with another person. Well, not sometimes, always. Feels better, you know?"
