The Make Up Exam
by Ann Douglas
With a loud sigh, Madeline Myers laid the essay she had just finished on
the growing pile to her left. Then, rather than reach for the next one, she opted
instead for the open bottle of beer that rested between the two piles. Normally,
the thirty-six year old redhead would never indulge while grading student
papers, but in this circumstance she felt she would never get through them
without doing so.
Putting down the bottle, she again sighed as she picked up another
paper from the now thankfully smaller stack to her right. Glancing at the title,
she saw that this one, at least, had a different subject than the last six. While
she had expected a good number of the students to pick the easiest subject,
reading the results had been frustrating because just about every one of them
had failed to cover the most important points.
“Well you have no one to blame but yourself,” Maddie thought as she
began to read the opening paragraph. “You could’ve just said no when Principal
Carey asked you to take over Mr. Andreatti’s history class, just like the other six
teachers he asked before you did.
A month before, Dino Andreatti, one of the high school’s veteran
teachers, had suffered a mild heart attack. Thankfully, his doctor’s prognosis
was for a full recovery, but he would be out until the next term at the very least.
Catching Maddie at an unguarded moment, one which she later defined as one
in which she couldn’t come up with a believable excuse as to why she couldn’t,
John Carey had talked her into taking over the class for the last few weeks.
“It’s a senior class,” Carey had stressed as he tried to make the offer
more appealing, “they graduate in not more than a month. It’s more babysitting
than teaching.”
Normally, Maddie wouldn’t have minded the extra assignment,
especially since she owed the principal a favor or two. She actually still liked
being a teacher, although admittedly not as much as when she’d first stepped in
front of a class twelve years before. Her reluctance in this case was that it was
American History 101, or as it was more commonly known – the Neanderthals.
Every school had a class like that, some more than one. A class
designed to be an easy grade for jocks that needed to keep their academic
eligibility. Maddie wasn’t naïve; she knew how the game, so to speak, was
played. That didn’t mean, however, that she had to like it.
In fact, she was about to say no, excuse or no excuse, when the
principal played his trump card. If she took over the class, he promised, he
would count the extra time against the post term activities that every teacher
was required to do. In other words, she would start her summer vacation two
weeks ahead of everyone else. That, Maddie had to admit, fell under the
category of an offer she couldn’t refuse.
Therefore, she agreed to go along, but only to a point. There was no
way she was going to give out passing grades without having anything to base
them on. Just showing up for class simply wasn’t going to cut it, not with her
name on the class register. The problem, she quickly discovered, was that Mr.
Andreatti hadn’t so much as given a pop quiz all semester.
It wouldn’t have taken much effort to come up with a final exam, but
even she had to admit that it wouldn’t be fair to judge this class by the same
standards that she used for her regular ones. It was also doubtful, she judged,
that most of these students could pass one of her tests. It was then that she
came up with the idea of the essay.
She announced to the class the next morning, only the third day of her
charge, that their entire final grade was going to be based on an independent
research paper. The topic of which, she said, could be of their own choosing, as
long as it covered a subject listed in the syllabus. All they had to do to pass, and
in doing so graduate, was show that they had learned something about
American History this year. At the time, little had she imagined that in the case
of this particular class, even that might prove an insurmountable task. By the
time she’d read the first half dozen essays, Maddie realized that she’d be
grading their work on a very generous curve. Then, by the time the read pile
was one paper higher than the unread one, the first bottle of beer had been
opened.
It wasn’t that these kids were stupid, she thought, just that too many of
them were simply lazy. From the time most of them first picked up a ball and
exhibited superior skill in handling it, they had been led to believe that was all
that mattered. Oh they might have to apply themselves somewhat in a few
classes, but not too many. Not when there were teachers and school officials
that were willing to help them along. Student sports brought both prestige and
more importantly additional funding to the school, money that kept other
programs going in a time of budget cuts. They also, she admitted, gave some
students access to college educations that they might otherwise never have
afforded. It was a game alright, one that had been played long before she’d
become a teacher and would most likely continue long after she was gone.
Therefore, it was pointless, she told herself, to get upset about it.
The student whose name graced the paper she next picked up was a
perfect example of that system. Johnny Knight was an eighteen-year old first
baseman on the school’s championship team. Well on his way to leading them
to their fourth state title, he’d been offered both a full scholarship to one of the
best schools in the state as and invited to skip school totally and play minor
league ball. As far as anyone knew, he hadn’t yet made up his mind.
As she opened the plastic cover and began to read, Maddie
remembered another aspect to the baseball player that had added to his fame.
It might have been expected for a young man with his movie star looks and
athletic form to score heavily among the school’s female population, but an
often whispered but never confirmed rumor had made him almost legendary.
The rumor claimed that his many conquests hadn’t been confined to a who’s
who of the most desirable girls in school, but had included at least one and
possibly two teachers as well. It had been a rumor that the administration hadn’t
been eager to investigate, considering it their own version of don’t ask, don’t tell.
Every time she heard that rumor, Maddie wondered it was true, and if
so, who the teacher might have been. If she had to pick a likely candidate, her
vote would go to Yvonne Anders, a physical education teacher who had topped
the schools secret TILF list that the students created every year. Officially, just
about every female teacher in the school, and a few male ones once the list
became co-ed, expressed outrage that such a list actually existed. Secretly,
however, more than a few harbored a secret delight at having been included on
it. In all her years as a teacher, Maddie hadn’t so much as gained an honorable
mention.
If that rumor was indeed true, Maddie wasn’t sure if she should be
ashamed of her associate, whoever she or they might really be, or envious. At
five ten and a hundred and sixty-two pounds, just about all of it muscle, coupled
with looks that belonged on a matinee star and not the baseball field, Johnny
Knight was temptation enough to lead the most devout woman astray. She’d
often overheard other teachers who’d had him in their classes confess to their
closest friends that if they let their minds wander too long thinking about it, they
often ventured into forbidden realms.
Focusing her attention back on the subject in hand, Maddie found
herself considerably surprised. She had expected Johnny’s report to be one of
the worst of the lot and it was anything but. Her low expectation had been
based on a confrontation she’d had with him after the class in which she’d
announced the project.
Quite self-confidently, he had come up to her desk after everyone else
had cleared the room, and informed her that because of his busy practice
schedule, especially with the state championships only a few weeks away, Mr.
Andreatti usually excused him from assignments like this. What was
unmentioned, but inherent in his attitude, was his equally active social life.
Taken back for a moment by his presumption, especially since his
former teacher had never given him any assignments to be excused from in the
first place, Maddie had replied to his request with an anger that in hindsight was
perhaps a bit over the top. He would, she informed him, submit a final report
like everyone else or fail the class. Further, she added, if he planned to go and
complain to Principal Carey, like she had heard he’d done on other occasions,
he was free to do so. But she also warned him that she and the principal had an
agreement that she could run this class as she saw fit, and that wasn’t about to
change. Not if he wanted her to continue teaching it. In her class, she
repeated, he had to do more than just occupy space.
“This is pretty good work,” Maddie said to herself as she turned another
page. “I’m really surprised. Who’d have imagined that King Jock had a first
class brain to go with his first class bod?”
Of course that wasn’t a sentiment she could share. Teachers were,
after all, not supposed to notice such things. Not even when boys with rippling
muscles came to class with body fitting t-shirts, or sweet young things wore
outfits that left little to the imagination, especially when they had their tits all but
hanging out.
Back in her own high school days, Maddie would never have dressed
like that. Not that she wouldn’t have liked the guys, and she included teachers
on that assessment, to have looked at her. The former Madeline Goldberg
could’ve walked naked across the cafeteria hall, and only drawn slight interest.
Not an ugly duckling by any means, she nevertheless considered herself only
average. It was a description she preferred to the one she’d overheard her
grandmother use – plain Jane.
She’d learned to compensate for the boy’s lack of notice of her body by
developing her mind, quickly becoming the go to girl if you needed help in any
subject. The problem with that was that once they got past the class, she
quickly became a non-person again.
She thought that had changed in her second year of college when she
met Benjamin Meyers, who had proposed marriage six months after they’d been
introduced to each other at her sister’s wedding. Ben had seemed nice enough,
so she had said yes. It hadn’t hurt that they’d been sleeping together since a
month after they’d met. Still, it hadn’t taken long after they’d made it official for
her to realize that their marriage had quickly devolved into one boring day after
another, with the nights being even more so. The decision to divorce soon after
their second anniversary came easier than the one to marry.
Not that her life after marriage had turned out to be very exciting either.
She’d had a few short relationships in the years since, but none memorable.
She’d even drifted into an affair with a married teacher who had since
transferred to another school. To this day, she wasn’t exactly sure how that had
come about.
They’d been picked as the school representatives for a conference up in
the state capitol. Prior to that, she didn’t have any opinion, good or bad, about
Teddy Green. Looking back, all she remembered was that on the second night
of the conference, she and Teddy had been having drinks with a few other
teachers they had met. Somehow, they had wound up back in her room
afterwards, and before she knew it, they were kissing each other. Maddie
distinctly remembered the feel of his hand as it slipped inside her blouse; the
rest was pretty much an alcoholic blur. Except of course for the fact that only a
few minutes later she found herself down on her knees, his cock deep in her
mouth. Much later, she would learn that Teddy’s wife of twenty-two years
considered that act to be both vile and disgusting, and something not done by
decent women.
That one night stand had blossomed into an affair, one that had begun
to wither even quicker than her marriage. Sharing box lunches and sneaking
away for a quickie in a locked classroom afterwards hardly created the sort of
memories she wanted to be able to look back on in her old age. Especially
since even the quickie soon devolved into an even shorter knee bending
session, without the lunch. Still, in light of the past few years, there had been
times when Maddie missed even that.
“Son of a bitch!” Maddie suddenly exclaimed as she abruptly stopped
reading and backtracked to start the last paragraph over. “Son of a bitch,” she
repeated, now that she had no doubt.
Dropping the paper on the couch, Maddie got up and walked over to the
desk where her laptop sat. Opening up one of the desk drawers, she pulled out
a small box of storage disks and, after sorting through them until she found the
one she wanted, slipped it into the drive.
Once the disk loaded, she went to the search screen and typed in the
phrase that had caught her attention. It didn’t take long for the computer, old as
it was, to sort through all the files and find a match.
Opening the file, Maddie quickly confirmed something that she was
already sure of someone else had written Johnny’s paper. He had been smart
enough not to simply copy one that he’d gotten off the Internet, but had gone to
the trouble of having someone ghost write a totally new one for him. If it hadn’t
been for that particular phrase that caught the teacher’s attention, he would’ve
undoubtedly gotten away with it.
Scrolling up to read the name on paper, Maddie quickly remembered
the girl as having been in her AP History last term. Johnny had to have known
that, but what he couldn’t have known was that she had made such an
impression on Maddie with her writing skills that her work might be recognizable.
At the time she had first read it, Maddie had thought that turn of phrase that had
worked its way into Johnny’s paper to be one of the cleverest turns of phrase
she had read in a long time. So much so that it couldn’t help but seem familiar a
year later. Even so, if it hadn’t been for the fact that a few years back, Maddie
had begun to let her students email in their papers, she wouldn’t have been able
to confirm her feeling so quickly. Rereading Alice Morgan’s paper in it’s entirely;
she was now even more certain that she had written both reports. The writing
style was too similar to be otherwise.
“That sneaky bastard,” she said as she shut down the laptop.
-=-=-=-
Maddie spent a good many hours over the rest of the weekend trying to
decide what to do about the paper. Her first reaction of course was to simply
give him a failing grade, which would undoubtedly prevent him from graduating
as well as participating in the final championship game, still a week off. While
her action would be more than justified, she began to have some reservations
as to whether Principal Carey would let her do just that. There was no telling
what an accusation of cheating, no more than an accusation since she had the
proof, might do to his college prospects. Not wanting to be involved in any
scandal, the state university might very well withdraw their scholarship offer.
She didn’t think the baseball team would care, but you never can judge the
effect of negative publicity.
Then there was the matter of Alice Morgan to consider. Since she had
graduated the year before, there was little Maddie could do about her having
helped Johnny cheat. Still, having her name associated with a scandal, one that
would certainly get some press attention since it involved a star athlete, couldn’t
do her own career goals much good.
American History 101 was her last class of the day on Monday, which
was one of the reasons Principal Carey had asked her to take it, her original
class schedule having ended a period before. As she went about her duties in
the classes before it, Maddie felt a sour taste in her stomach. She had finally
decided to do what was probably the best thing, even if it was the least
palatable. She was going to let Johnny Knight get away with it. But not, she
promised herself, without her first giving him a piece of her mind. It might not do
him any good, but it might at least make her feel better about it.
-=-=-=-
Johnny Knight was confused but unconcerned when he got back his
paper and instead of the B he had expected, he had told Alice not to make it too
good, the front page had been marked with the instructions to see the teacher
after class. That his deception had been found out never once entered his
mind.
“Is this going to take long?” he said as he walked up to the desk, this
time not even waiting the class to empty out. “I’ve got someone waiting for me.”
“No doubt,” Maddie said under her breath, not looking up from the
papers on her desk.
She let him wait a few more moments, then told him to sit down and she
would be with him as soon as she was finished. In actuality, she was just killing
time, waiting until the last of the other students left. All told, she waited five
minutes after that before telling him to close the classroom door so that they
could speak uninterrupted.
She began by telling him that she had been genuinely surprised by the
quality of the paper he had submitted. So much so that it caused her to
reassess her original opinion of him.
Johnny sat up in the chair, a broad smile of satisfaction on his face.
Then she dropped the hammer, causing that smile to instantly vanish.
“It really was a shame that I couldn’t give it the grade it deserved,”
Maddie continued, “but that would be pointless since the author isn’t even a
student at this school any longer.”
“I don’t understand,” Johnny said.
“Oh I’m sure you do,” Maddie replied. “Doesn’t the name Alice Morgan
ring a bell?”
Johnny turned pale.
“I have to say that I’m deeply disappointed by this turn of events,”
Maddie continued, ignoring his now obvious discomfort. “All you had to do was
turn in anything, it didn’t even have to be that good, and you would’ve passed
the class. Yet, you couldn’t even be bothered to do that much. No, it was just
easier to have someone else do it for you.”
Johnny’s mind quickly focused on the phrase, “would’ve passed the
class.”
“You’re going to fail me?” he asked.
“Isn’t that what happens to people who cheat on final exams?” Maddie
said, not actually answering the question. “And as I made clear in class, this
was your final exam.”
“But if I don’t pass, I don’t graduate,” Johnny said, as if the idea had just
occurred to him for the first time.
“The two do usually go together,” Maddie said, resisting the urge to
smile.
“My scholarship…” he said, his voice trailing off as the implications hit
him.
His reaction was exactly what Maddie had been hoping for. The only
question was how long she would let him dangle before letting him off the hook.
Long enough, she hoped, for the lesson of what could have happened to really
sink in. It was possible that once he was off the hook, he would quickly put it all
out of his mind, but that was a chance she was willing to take. The longer she
let him think about it, the greater the likelihood that it might have some positive
effect.
“I don’t suppose that you even considered how this might affect Alice,
have you?” Maddie asked, thinking of anything that would draw out the
discussion.
“Alice?” he said.
“I don’t know what she got out of all this, but it’s liable to cost her as
well,” Maddie said, thinking now that including Alice might not be a bad idea
since it would help justify her letting him off scot free. “If I remember correctly,
she once told me she had plans to be a teacher when she graduated. That
obviously would now be out the window.”
To her disappointment, Maddie saw that her inclusion of Alice seemed
to have no effect on Johnny. All he kept talking about was what his not
graduating was going to mean to him.
“Oh well, at least I tried,” Maddie thought in frustration as she decided it
was time to do what was she had to do.
Before she could, however, Johnny suddenly became quite animated
and began talking over her.
“Look, I know I did something really stupid, and I’m sorry,” he said, the
look of concern on his face quite genuine. “But there had to be another way that
we can work this out.”
Maddie paused for a moment, maybe her scare tactic might have some
lasting effect after all.
“Do you mean like taking a make over?” she asked. “Redoing, or
actually doing the paper this time.”
“Not exactly,” Johnny said. “The state championship game is this
Friday and I have practice almost every day after school.”
“So much for him having learned a lesson,” Maddie thought.
“I was thinking something more along the lines of a trade,” he said.
Now it was Maddie’s turn to look confused, saying that she didn’t
understand.
“You have something that I want, a passing grade,” Johnny said,
glancing over his shoulder for a second at the empty room, as if making sure
there was no one else there to hear, “and maybe I have something that you
want.”
“A bribe, you’re actually offering me a bribe?” Maddie said in surprise.
“You want to give me money in exchange for a passing grade?”
As shocked as she was, Maddie couldn’t help but be curious as to how
much money he was actually talking about. She knew Johnny’s family was
middle class so it wasn’t like he was going to be offering her some big payday.
Probably at least a thousand dollars, she thought, anything less would be
insulting. Not that she had any thought of actually taking it.
“I wasn’t talking about money,” Johnny said, adding even more to her
confusion.
“I don’t understand,” Maddie said.
“Something you might enjoy more than money,” Johnny said.
When it was obvious that she still didn’t get what he was implying,
Johnny was a bit more explicit, pointing out that he knew that many of the
female teachers looked at him in the same way that most of the students in
school did. In fact, he admitted, giving confirmation to the rumor, a few of them
had done more than look.
“Yvonne Anders?” Maddie said without thinking, stunned as Johnny
nodded his head in acknowledgement.
“I’m not going to confirm anyone else because the both of them are
married,” Johnny said, expanding the list to one more than anyone had
suspected.
“Well it’s nice to see that you have some scruples,” Maddie said, if a bit
sarcastically.
The sarcasm was lost on Johnny.
“So we’d just do right here on the desk?” Maddie asked, this time
making it hard to miss.
As soon as she’d said the words, she was reminded of the few times
when she and Teddy Green had done just that.
“No, we could go somewhere else,” Johnny smiled. “Maybe a motel, or
your apartment.”
“Neither of those sounds quite private enough,” Maddie pointed out, not
able to believe that she was actually having this conversation, even if she knew
that it was only for curiosity, that she would not actually do something like that.
“Well, my brother has a place over in Greenridge, that’s about an hour
away,” Johnny suggested. “He lets me use it when he’s out of town, like he is
now.”
The phrase “keep your indiscretions a hundred miles from the flag pole”
jumped involuntarily into Maddie’s head. Greenridge wasn’t a hundred miles
away, but it wasn’t just around the corner either.
“This is insane,” was the next thought that popped into her head, and
she opened her mouth to say just that.
Instead, it came out as a question as to, if that was where he had taken
the others.
“The married ones,” Johnny answered. “Miss Anders just had me come
over to her apartment.”
Somehow, knowing Yvonne Anders as she did, Maddie didn’t find that
surprising. There was a reason that she only taught gym and health education.
“So what do you think?” Johnny finally asked.
Now was the time, Maddie knew, to bring this all to a close, saying that it
was a tempting offer but one that she had to decline. But since he was so
sincere in his remorse, a lie but what else could she say, she was going to cut
him a break. After all, there was Alice to think of, as well as how devastated his
parents might be if he didn’t graduate.
Then, for the second time, her mouth opened and the wrong words
came out. To her surprise, she simply said okay.
-=-=-=-
Johnny had given her his brother’s address and told her he would be
there at eight o’clock that night. As she drove south about a quarter after seven,
Maddie considered the fact that she really should just turn the car around and
hightail it back home. Give him the minimum passing grade and just pretend
that none of this ever happened.
Thinking about their conversation afterwards, Maddie decided that all it
needed was a change of gender to match the plot of one of those old porn
videos she and Ben used to watch in a vain attempt to spice up their marriage.
The young temptress who seduced the older teacher to get a passing grade.
Things like that didn’t happen in real life, did they? Yet, by his own admission,
Johnny had slept with three teachers, although he never stated that it had been
for a grade. She was sure that whoever the other two had been, they had also
made the TILF list, married or not.
As the miles passed, she thought back to the image in her bathroom
mirror that greeted her when she came out of the shower, only a bit over an
hour ago. There was nothing really wrong with her body, at least not when
compared to any other thirty-six year old. Yes, she could stand to lose some
weight, who couldn’t, and her breasts sagged just a bit. But overall, it wasn’t
that much different from the image that greeted her on her wedding night.
However, it definitely wasn’t an image that would entice an eighteen-year old
boy, especially one that looked like Johnny and had his pick of women.
Putting on her sexiest underwear, ones that had been bought by a
boyfriend now long gone, Maddie tried to justify what she was doing. It wasn’t
as if she was really trading the grade for sex, since she had planned from the
beginning to let him slide. True, at least for another week, he was still a student
and she was a teacher, so that bothered her a little. But, she reminded herself,
he was the one who initiated this, and he was eighteen, even if he was still a
student. The racy undergarments were balanced out by a plain blue dress, the
kind she would normally have worn to school.
When she turned into the parking lot of the apartment house where
Johnny said his brother lived, Maddie was having doubts. Still she went on,
leaving her car in one of the spots for visitors on the far end and walking the
length of the lot to the lobby entrance. It wasn’t until she was reaching for the
buzzer on the wall that it suddenly occurred to her that all of this could be a set
up.
“Oh my God, what if it is?” she asked herself. “What if Johnny and
some of his friends were waiting for her, ready to have a laugh at the expense of
the horny old teacher? How could I ever explain what I’m doing here if that was
the case?”
Suddenly, the idea of picking a less clandestine place, one that
might’ve had an alternate reason for being there grew in appeal. Perhaps
Yvonne wasn’t as dumb as Maddie had taken her for. Still, it seemed too late to
back down now, and Maddie rang the bell.
While she waited for a response, she considered the idea that she could
always claim she had a frantic call from one of her students, despondent that he
was going to fail her class and not graduate. That she hadn’t called anyone else
because he asked her not to. It was a weak excuse she knew, but better to be
thought of as having made a bad call than being exposed in the truth.
“Yes,” said the voice over the intercom, just muffled enough for Maddie
to not be totally certain that it was Johnny’s.
“Madeline Myers,” she said, keeping her response neutral in case
anyone else was listening.
“Come on up,” came the reply as the door buzzed and unlocked.
Much to her relief, Johnny answered the door himself, wearing a short,
terry cloth robe. He looked fresh from the shower, which he had been taking,
explaining that he had come to the apartment right from practice.
He quickly tried to set her as ease, telling her that they were quite alone,
offering to let her take a quick look to make certain. Evidently, that concern had
occurred to his previous guests as well. It only took a few minutes for her to
cover all four rooms, although by the time she was done she felt a bit silly
actually checking both the closets and behind the shower curtains.
“Would you like a drink?” Johnny asked. “We’ve got beer or I could
open a bottle of wine?”
“A beer would be fine,” Maddie said, thinking for a moment that she
might get in trouble drinking with an underage student, then realizing how that
was the least of the things she could get in trouble for here.
Johnny took two cold beers from the refrigerator and after opening them
both, handed her one. To her surprise, she downed almost a third of it at once.
Johnny went a little more slowly with his.
“Well it’s not as if I’m the one who has to worry about getting it up,” she
thought after considering how much she had just downed.
“Why don’t we have a seat on the couch?” Johnny said, motioning to
the long L shaped sofa in the center of the room.
He led her to it, sitting down at the far left, glancing down at the empty
spot right next to him. Feeling like one of the high school girls he probably
normally had in these situations, Maddie sat down just a little further from him
than one of them might have.
“I’m glad you came,” Johnny said.
“Are you?” Maddie asked.
“Actually yes,” he replied.
“Even though, if it weren’t for your need for a passing grade there isn’t a
chance in hell that I’d ever have been asked here?” Maddie said, a sudden
flush of repressed anger asserting itself.
“That’s probably true,” Johnny admitted as he took another drink from
his bottle before putting it down on the coffee table. “But since you are here,
there’s no reason why both of us can’t enjoy it.”
Johnny’s manner had caught her off guard, it wasn’t what she expected.
Not that she was sure what to expect once she was here. That he might just
mount her as soon as she arrived, in a sort of wham, bam, thank you ma’am,
kind of fuck was a very real possibility. Instead, he was going out of his way to
make her feel at ease.
“Johnny, what if I told you that before we even talked this afternoon, I
had decided to let you get away with plagiarizing that paper? That I had actually
already turned in your grade and everything that was said was just to scare
you.”
“I’d guess I would say thank you,” he answered. “I can be a jerk at
times and what you said was probably true. I risked my future because I was
too lazy to spend the time writing the paper myself. I actually spent a lot of time
this afternoon thinking that.”
Maddie was surprised to hear him say that.
“Well, it’s true,” Maddie said. “You already have your passing grade so
there was no reason for you to invite me here.”
“If that’s the case, that’s true,” he said.
“So there’s really no reason for me to be here after all,” she added.
“But you are here, so why don’t we make the best of it?” he offered.
“You don’t understand,” Maddie said. “This is no grade to get, you
passed the class and you’ll graduate on time.”
“I got it,” Johnny smiled, “but like I said, we’re both here so why not
have some fun?”
“You still want to sleep with me?” Maddie asked, not able to call it what
it actually was, just having sex.
“Why not?” Johnny replied. “It might be interesting for both of us.”
“I don’t think I’m your type,” Maddie countered, her old self-depreciation
exerting itself.
"How do you know what my type is?” he laughed.
“Well, I’ve seen the kind of girls that hang around you,” Maddie pointed
out, “and of course there’s Yvonne Anders.”
“Maybe people just see what I want them to see,” Johnny asked. “What
they expect to see.”
“I don’t understand,” Maddie replied.
“What if I told you that the two other women at the school that have
come here, and again I’m not going to tell you who they were, have never
appeared on that TILF list either?” he said, picking up the bottle again and
draining it. “That at least one of them was older than you are, in fact, her own
kids, and she has two, are old enough to have already graduated from college?”
Maddie quickly did the math, and even using minimum ages, that would
put the woman at least in her forties if not older. That was a surprise indeed.
“I’m not going to go into what circumstances led to either of them
coming here,” Johnny went on, “but I will say that being with each of them was
an experience I wouldn’t trade for anything. It was something that I’m sure I’ll
look back on when I’m an old man. I don’t want to be one of those people who
look back and constantly say, what if?”
This young man, half her age, Maddie thought, had already reached a
conclusion it had taken her almost four decades to come to. Maybe it wasn’t too
late for her after all.
“And you want me to be another of your experiences?” Maddie said.
“Actually, I prefer to think that we’d be sharing the experience,” Johnny
replied.
Taking a deep breath, Maddie had to admit that this night certainly
wasn’t turning out how she had imagined it. Ten minutes ago, she was willing to
admit she was in way over her head and run for the hills; now she wasn’t totally
sure what she should do. What she did know was that any reservations she
might have felt had now fallen along the wayside.
“So, will you stay?” Johnny asked after giving a few moments to think
about it.
“Oh hell,” Maddie thought to herself as she imagined what tomorrow
morning would be like when she looked at herself in the mirror and wondered
what if?
Another long moment passed, then the words that came out of her
mouth were definitely the right ones.
“Yes, I’ll stay,” she said, leaning forward and kissing him softly on his
lips.
-=-=-=-
Maddie had to say, this kid, and it was hard to think of him as anything
else despite his majority, knew how to kiss. His tongue snaked deep into her
mouth on their second kiss, as his hands closed around her and he pulled her
closer.
By the third kiss, and the uncounted ones that followed, Maddie had
thrown any thought of the world beyond these four walls out the window.
Whatever tomorrow brought, tonight was going to be something to remember on
her deathbed.
Her hands reached down and loosened the sash holding his robe tight
against his body. One it was undone, Johnny pulled back and stood up, letting
the robe fall open, and then slide off his body to the floor.
Growing up, Maddie had never understood boys’ fascination with
looking at naked pictures of centerfolds. At this moment, she thought she knew
what they had felt. Johnny was like a classic statue come to life, and he wasn’t
even fully naked. Underneath the simple robe had been a pair of light green
boxer shorts.
As he sat back down on the couch, Maddie reached out and ran one
outstretched hand across his chest, then another down his upper right arm.
Both were hard muscle, unlike that of any other man she had ever touched. He
was also, she noted, almost totally hairless. What hair he did have on his body
was so light as to be almost invisible.
Giving in to temptation, she leaned inward and kissed his chest, running
her tongue across his pecs and her hands down his abs, both of which were
indeed examples of perfection. Unable to resist, her hand continued down past
his waist and came to rest on the manhood beneath his shorts. Like the rest of
him, it too was rock hard.
“Why don’t we get you a little more comfortable?” Johnny suggested as
he reached behind her and pulled down the zipper of her dress.
As he had done a few minutes before, Maddie stood up and slipped out
of her dress, letting it also fall to the floor after which she slipped out of it.
Standing there in her best bra, a half-slip, and actual stockings rather than the
pantyhose she usually wore, Maddie felt a brief trepidation as she felt his eyes
on her. Despite what he’d said earlier, how could she compare against the girls
that constantly surrounded him?
“I think you’re beautiful,” Johnny said, almost as if he could read her
mind.
Maddie didn’t believe that for a moment, but it was still nice to hear him
say it as she climbed out of her slip. Next came her stocking, but as she slipped
her fingers under the elastic band that held them up, Johnny reached in and
replaced her hands with his own.
“Please, let me do that,” he said as she began to slide one of them
down her leg.
He moved them down slowly, far slower than Maddie herself would
have. It wasn’t until he had the second one part of the way down that she
realized why. While this might be an everyday occurrence for her, it certainly
had to be a rarity for him. After all, how many girls his age wore dresses, much
less something as outdated as stockings?
Depositing both stockings next to the shoes Maddie had previously
discarded, Johnny ran his fingers back up her legs, one hand on each. When
he reached the white frilly panties that matched her bra, he ran his fingers
across her already damp mound, causing Maddie’s body to shudder. It was a
feeling that had long been absent in her life.
Once back on the couch, they kissed again and Johnny deftly undid the
clasp of her bra with one hand. Obviously, it was something he’d had a lot of
experience with, Maddie silently laughed. As her breasts came into view, the
young man repeated his previous statement of appreciation. This time, Maddie
accepted the compliment without hesitation, having always been proud of her
breasts. Not as perfect as she might have liked, they were nevertheless just the
right size for her body, capped by nipples that needed little to bring them to
attention. A state they were very much in right now.
Just the grazing of Johnny’s fingers against their tips was enough to
send another set of shivers through her body. When those fingers were
replaced a heartbeat later by the wet warmth of his lips, it was all she could do
not to moan aloud. By the time he’d moved on to her second mound, she didn’t
even try not to.
Head tilted back, eyes closed as Johnny continued to play with her
breasts, Maddie reached down with her left hand and slid it beneath the elastic
of his boxers. Her fingers closed around his hard cock, taking its measure as to
both length and girth. It was a quick assessment that brought a smile to her lips.
Placing his hands on her shoulders, Johnny carefully eased Maddie
down onto the couch, his own body following close enough behind her as not to
cause her to relinquish her hold on him. He was careful to position himself so
they his full weight wasn’t resting on top of her, something Maddie was grateful
for, seeing as she was both six inches shorter and about twenty-five pounds
lighter than he was.
His mouth immediately sought out hers again, pressing tightly against it,
his tongue eagerly seeking out its counterpart. From there it was down to her
neck, leaving a trail of soft, wet kisses coupled with sharp, yet playful bites. His
hands approached her breasts from the underside, cupping the lower half of
each and then lifting upward. When mouth and nipple once more collided,
Maddie cried out in delight.
If Johnny had any thought that the thirty-six year old’s breasts were
lacking as compared with the firm younger versions he was more accustomed
to, he certainly didn’t show it. Although not the most experienced of lovers -
Johnny had undoubtedly already been to bed with more women in her life than
she had men - Maddie couldn’t recall anyone ever having been so fascinated
with her breasts, or lavished such attention on them.
Continuing his journey down her body, Johnny’s trail of kisses moved
down the valley between her breasts, across her stomach until it reached the
top of her panties. There he paused as he slipped two fingers under each side
of the elastic band holding her underpants.
Lost in the waves of pleasure that had been gently washing over her,
Maddie didn’t realize at first that Johnny had stopped. When she realized that
he had, and why, she almost wanted to laugh.
Back when she was younger and much more innocent than today, there
had once been much discussion among the female population at her high
school concerning at what point was a girl no longer able to say it had been a
guy’s fault should things get out of hand. The question seemed to have no
consistent answer, until Monica Barrows found one that they all could agree on
in an old book she found in her father’s bookcase. It was a history of the sexual
revolution, published the year Maddie had been born. One of the observations
the author had made, was that there comes a point where it is near impossible
for a man to get off a woman’s panties, unless she lifts her ass off whatever
surface it was sitting. Such an action would of course signify consent and in
turn shared responsibility for what happened next.
With that in mind, Maddie willingly, and quite eagerly, lifted her ass off
the sofa cushion.
Sliding her panties down and off her legs, letting them fall to the floor
among the other discarded garments, Johnny brought his hands sliding up
Maddie’s legs once more. This time there was no obstacle, however flimsy, to
bar him. He placed his thumbs on the center of her lightly haired mound and
massaged it gently for a few moments, and then he applied a little more
pressure and parted the fold to reveal the rich pinkness within.
With one hand keeping his way clear, Johnny slipped two fingers of his
other hand deep inside Maddie, brushing lightly against the sensitive walls of
her sex. Again, experience showed as he quickened his pace, using the two
fingers like a miniature cock, the effect of which on the woman beneath him was
instantaneous.
“Oh God,” Maddie gasped as the temperate flutters that had been
sweeping over her suddenly tripled in both intensity and frequency.
In no time at all, Johnny seemed to know her body’s secrets as well as
she did, focusing his attention on her most receptive points. His fingers moved
faster and faster, becoming almost a blur, while at the same time, he lowered
his head between her legs and brought his tongue right down on her excited
clitoris.
It was like a match to gasoline, sending a shattering burst of desire
racing across her flesh. Her body shuddered under his touch as he soon
matched the thrusts of his tongue with that of his fingers. Maddie had always
had a hair trigger, as far as arousal went, but this time was way beyond the
norm. Quicker than she would’ve thought possible, Johnny brought her to the
edge of orgasm.
An edge she hurled herself across quite willingly, plunging into a vortex
of bliss that easily equaled, if not surpassed, any brought on by her own hand. It
had been so long since she’d climaxed through the actions of another that
Maddie had almost forgotten how different it could be. That was a memory she
promised herself she would never again allow herself to forget.
“Are you okay?” Maddie heard Johnny ask, as she lay stretched out on
the couch, her eyes still tightly closed.
“Oh I’m just fine,” she smiled as she opened her eyes, “just fine
indeed.”
“Good, I was worried for a moment,” the young man smiled back.
“But you know what would make me feel even better?” she asked.
Johnny had no idea what to answer, so he just shrugged.
“If you’d get off me and let me take a good look at what you have under
those shorts,” Maddie grinned.
As Johnny quickly moved to comply with her request, Maddie
considered the fact that this was the first time in her life that she had actually
been the first to orgasm. Not even her husband had been that selfless. If you
took every other reason away but that, this kid would still be worth keeping. Not
that she thought she had any chance of doing so, but wasn’t about to dwell on
that now.
No sooner had Johnny risen to his feet than Maddie had sat up and
grabbed hold of his shorts. In one quick motion she pulled them down, causing
his still hard cock to slam upward, bouncing in the free air.
“Now that,” she said with admiration, “is also very fine.”
The erect manhood staring her in the face wasn’t porn star quality, at
least the sort she remembered from those videos long ago, but it was far and
away more impressive than anything she’d seen in real life. She reached out
and ran her fingers up the underside of it, tilting it toward her just far enough that
she could kiss the head.
“Hmmm, tastes good too,” Maddie giggled as she brought her face a
little closer, wrapping her lips around his width as she did.
Soon it was Johnny who was moaning, quite loudly too. Maddie Meyers
might not have been among the most attractive women around, or have a body
that made men turn and look. One thing she did do better than anyone else she
knew was suck cock. She firmly believed that if it came down to it, she did it
better than the most expensive call girl a man might find.
That was a boast that Johnny would be hard pressed to argue with at
the moment, as he could feel the sucking motion of her mouth right down to his
toes. He’d been sucked off by some of the most experienced girls in school,
and none of them had done it as well as Maddie.
Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, running under his balls,
up and down his length, then gliding along the tip of his crown. In between, she
would alternate that incredible tongue bath with taking him almost all the way
down her throat, something few of the girls he’d known had managed to do. Her
hands were also a blur of motion, massaging his balls, when she wasn’t licking
them as well, and sliding around to play with the cheeks of his ass. It was there
that Johnny certainly got an eye opener when he felt one of her wet fingers slide
into his hole. It only went up to the first knuckle, but it was the first time he had
ever been penetrated in that way. It also came as a revelation that it felt pretty
good.
What also felt pretty good was the rising tide building within him, with an
intensity that first matched, then exceeded that which he had produced in
Maddie. A tide that quickly became irreversible and beyond his ability to control.
Maddie had no problem recognizing his imminent orgasm, doubling her
efforts to bring it about even quicker, and if experience was any teacher, more
intensely. This time, each new attempt brought his cock deeper into her throat,
until she had managed to take more than anyone else ever had. It was during
one of these deep throat moments that Johnny abruptly began to explode.
An explosion that sent warm spurts of white deep into Maddie’s mouth,
orgasmic streams that she swallowed as fast as she could, meeting each next
burst with equal enthusiasm. Going back as far as her first time, Maddie had
never really enjoyed the taste of a man, but at the same time, she was well
aware of the effect a woman swallowing it had on a man. So with certain men,
she made the effort. Teddy Green hadn’t been one of those men, but it had only
taken her all of thirty seconds to decide that Johnny Knight would be.
“That was really great,” Johnny said as Maddie let his still slippery cock
slip from her mouth, a small smear of white running down to her chin.
“Glad you liked it,” Maddie said, looking up at him as she wiped away
that small smudge.
With that, she pulled him to her and kissed him deeply, making it
impossible for him not to have tasted his own orgasm in her mouth. As it had
been with her brief anal probe, Johnny was surprised to find it also quite
exciting.
“And you’re not even spent yet,” Maddie said as she glanced down
between his legs.
Johnny followed her gaze, not surprised to see that his cock was still at
half-mast.
“It sometimes takes more than once to make it really go down,” he
explained, unsure if she would take that as a slight or not.
“Ah, the advantages of youth,” Maddie mused as she ran her hand
under his cock, watching it jump at her touch. “Lucky me.”
It was a sentiment she truly felt. The last man she had been with, a
neighbor in her apartment complex she had dated a few times before he’d
moved out last year, had the annoying habit of falling asleep almost right after
he’d come.
There was another thing incredibly erotic about being with Johnny that
Maddie hadn’t realized until he had gone down on her. In the beginning, even
before she had arrived, she had attempted to justify what she was doing by
reminding herself that he was after all legally an adult, and that he was
practically already out of high school. Now, the fact that despite his age and the
nearness of graduation, the fact that he was undeniably one of her students
proved to have been an unbelievable turn on. One that would be even more so,
she considered, once he had his cock buried deep in her pussy.
“Do you think your brother would mind terribly if we used his bed?” she
asked, a look of eager anticipation on her face.
-=-=-=-
From her quick search of the apartment earlier, Maddie knew that the
bed in question was a king-sized Captain’s Bed that took up almost half the floor
space in the small bedroom. At first impression, she thought it much too big for
a single man living alone. Now, she considered that if the older sibling was
anything like his little brother, the other half of that bed was rarely empty.
Not saying a word, but exhibiting a wide smile on his face, Johnny took
Maddie by the hand and led her toward the bedroom door. Once they reached
the edge of the bed, he let go of her and leaned over to grab hold of the blanket
and top sheet. With a hard pull, he dragged them off the bed and dropped them
into the small space between the bed and the two open windows. The latter of
which was located as to make the interior of the room invisible from other
apartments and the street below.
Again reaching out for Maddie’s hand, Johnny led her onto the now
empty bed, wasting no time climbing on behind her. His hands closed around
her hips as she positioned herself down on all fours. With a smile equal to his
own, Maddie looked back at him over her shoulder.
“Fuck me!” Maddie said, “I want you to fuck me so hard that I beg you
to stop, but whatever else you do, don’t you dare do that.”
That was a request that Johnny had no problem with as he took hold of
his restored cock and placed it at the entrance of her pussy, slipping its head
just inside the waiting folds. Then, barely a second later, he pressed forward
with all his might, filling her with his full hardness. Maddie let out a loud cry, at
once a mixture of surprise and unaccustomed pain. Both faded soon enough
with the latter changing to euphoric bliss as her body became used to Johnny’s
increasing thrusts.
Back when she’d been married, and with most of the men who’d come
afterwards, this was the message that Maddie had always been unable to fully
convey. It was simple really, but one that she found so hard to voice. There
was nothing that turned her on so much as a man who just took control and
fucked her senseless. The rougher he got, the more she enjoyed it.
“Oh yeah baby,” she cried out in a choking whisper, her head buried
against one of the pillow, “fill me with that cock. Make me your bitch!”
Johnny took her words to heart and held her even tighter as he
slammed into her once more. With oscillating waves of satisfaction racing
across her sweat-covered form, Maddie thought it ironic that it had taken this
barely legal teen to finally give her that which she most desired.
“Harder, harder!” she called back over her shoulder, even though it was
pretty much impossible for him to do more than he was doing.
It didn’t take much for those satisfying waves to turn into even more
pleasurable tremors as her body began to rock with the forces Johnny had
unleashed. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had brought her so far
and so fast.
Johnny smiled as he continued to drive his cock deep into her pussy. It
had pretty much been the same way with the other two women from school that
had previously been lying right where Maddie was now. Given the opportunity
to totally abandon any measure of respectability and give in to their most base
desires, both had leapt at the chance. Miss Anders, contrary to what most might
have believed, hadn’t had half the fire within her that the older women had
exhibited.
That was one of the things he discovered he loved most about older
women, their ability to completely give in to their inner slut. Too many of the
girls his age that he’d bedded held back for fear of being labeled just that. They
didn’t trust him enough never to say what went on behind closed doors. Oh, they
were fun fucks, but not nearly as awesome as their more mature counterparts.
It hadn’t taken long to bring Maddie to the edge of orgasm and while
some men might’ve slowed down the tempo to make it all last a bit longer,
Johnny did just the opposite. He drew on that last bit of reserve and threw the
last of his strength to carry her over the precipice, a drop heralded by an almost
frightening scream as her body climaxed with shattering force.
It was a good thing that his brother’s neighbors were more or less
accustomed to such sounds coming from his apartment or one of them would
surely be calling the police. Johnny’s own orgasm was slightly more reserved,
but only in its volume, not its intensity. It didn’t take long for him to lose track of
how many times he exploded into her, but needless to say by the time he was
done his cock was indeed good and drained. The rest of his body wasn’t far
behind as without even trying to pull out of her, he collapsed on top of her in
exhaustion.
-=-=-=-
“That … is what I call a really … good fuck,” Maddie said long minutes
later as she finally lifted her head to look back at the young man still resting
against her.
“I’m glad you’re pleased,” Johnny smiled, shifting his body enough so
that his weight was no longer on her.
“Pleased isn’t the word,” Maddie laughed, “but damned if I know what
is.”
Johnny pulled himself up alongside her and kissed her softy.
“I think I might even have killed it,” Maddie again laughed as she
glanced down at the now deflated manhood between her lover’s legs.
“Don’t worry, it’s been resurrected before,” Johnny grinned.
“I’ve no doubt,” she replied, cupping it with her hand and finding that it
still had a little life in it after all.
They just lay there for a minute or so, each lost in their own thoughts as
Maddie let her fingers softy massage his cock. A look began to appear on her
face that Johnny hadn’t seen before but one that he thought he recognized.
“You’re not feeling any regrets, are you?” he asked.
“Not really,” she replied.
“Not really?” he inquired. “That’s not exactly a no.”
“Well maybe one small regret,” she finally admitted.
Johnny wasn’t sure if he should ask what that was. Thankfully, Maddie
seemed more than willing to share.
“Do you remember earlier when I said that I’d already sent in your final
grade?” she asked.
“Sure,” Johnny replied, not sure what that had to do with anything.
“Well, now I feel a bit bad about that,” she added.
“That you gave me a passing grade that I didn’t deserve?” Johnny
asked, thinking that not that they were done she was having a small crisis of
conscience.
“No, that I only gave you a C,” Maddie grinned, “because if I’m going to
count this as a make up exam, it was definitely A work.
End
(c) Ann Douglas 2009
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