Payback
by Ann Douglas
Jim Grant moved quickly down the long, semi-illuminated,
basement hallway. The seventeen-year-old was one of the editors
of the high school paper and had spent the better part of two hours
rewriting an article that had been turned in three hours before the
paper had to be sent to press.
If it had been up to Jim, he would've just tossed the poorly
written feature in the trash can and been done with it.
Unfortunately, it had been written by Phyllis Fox, a member of the
school's in crowd and the darling of the paper's faculty advisor,
Miss Ferguson. It was Jim's opinion that Phyllis's column was
mindless drivel, filled with the sort of useless garbage that the
small school's beautiful people thrived on. If he'd left it out,
Miss Ferguson would've been all over his ass and he really didn't
want to have to deal with that again.
The sandy haired teen already had enough arguments with
the thirty-seven-year-old English teacher to last a lifetime. Just
last year, they had a confrontation over the direction the paper
should take that led to Jim being suspended from school for a
week. The only reason he managed to get back his position on the
paper when he came back was that the Principal quickly discovered
that what was left of the staff was incapable of producing
anything resembling a decent publication without him.
So despite Michelle Ferguson's objections, he returned to
the board of the Lakeville Star. There was a constant friction
between the two of them, but Jim was careful not to let anything
blow up enough to get him suspended again.
"Damn, Mom's going to have a fit when I get home," Jim
thought as he turned the corner. "I was supposed to pick up her
dry cleaning on my way home and the store is going to be closed
by the time I get there."
The rest of the staff had gone home an hour before,
including Miss Ferguson. She had been satisfied with the layout
for the paper, even if Jim hadn't. The young man resisted the urge
to tell her that the paper was crap as it stood, instead suffering in
silence and staying on his own time to fix the errors.
To make matters worse, the custodians had locked the gates
at the staircase by the newspaper office, forcing Jim to travel the
length of the basement to go out the stairs by the gym.
"Oh baby, do it to me, do it baby!" a voice echoed faintly
from a side passage down the hall.
The sudden sound caused Jim to stop in midstep. The school
should be deserted at this hour on a Friday night, he thought, who
the hell was that?
"Oh baby, suck it, suck my cock!"
"Fuck, I know that voice." the young man said as he
remembered what was down that side passage.
His carry bag in hand, Jim moved quietly down the
passageway the voice had come from. He'd reached the end of the
corridor when he saw the lights in the gym coach's office were on.
From where he stood, he could see right into the glass walled room.
"Holy shit!" the teen said under his breath as he saw what
was going on in the brightly-lit room. "I don't fucking believe it!"
Leaning against his desk was Coach Rob Kelly, the forty-six
year old head of the athletic department. The coach was stripped
to the waist and also had his sweatpants down around his ankles.
Rob Kelly was six foot two and two hundred and thirty pounds, all
of it muscle. He was also bald, good-looking, and very, very black.
Married with five kids, his wife Kate was also a teacher at the
school, a member of the music department.
That the coach was using his office to get a blowjob from a
woman not his wife was shocking enough. What was really mind
blowing to the seventeen-year-old was that the woman with Kelly's
cock in her mouth was none other than Michelle Ferguson herself.
There was no mistaking the redheaded teacher. From where
Jim was standing in the darkened hallway, he could clearly see her
face as Coach Kelly's dark cock slid in and out of her mouth. He
could also see that the white blouse he had seen her wearing in the
newspaper office only an hour ago was now hanging open. As was
her bra, displaying her 36C bust for all the world, or at least one
teenager to see.
Whatever her personality, even Jim had to admit that for a
woman nearly as old as his mother, Michelle Ferguson had a pretty
hot body.
"No one is ever going to believe this." he thought as he
watched Michelle swallow Coach Kelly's manhood once more.
He watched for another minute when he suddenly
remembered something.
"I'm an idiot!" he said to himself.
Jim zipped open the carry bag at his feet and pulled out a
rather professional looking camera. The camera belonged to the
newspaper and Jim had signed it out to take some pictures of
the football game tomorrow. In addition to being one of the
editors, he was also one of the photographers.
"Well they say a picture's worth a thousand words." he said
as he looked through the viewfinder and started snapping away.
Jim thanked his luck that he had fitted the camera with a
telephoto lens and high-speed film for the game. The film that
could freeze the action in mid-play, also worked great in low light.
"These are going to be great." Jim said as he clicked away.
With the telephoto lens, it was as if he was almost in the
same room as the two lovers. He watched in rapt fascination as
Michelle sucked off the gym teacher with the skill of a back alley
hooker.
"I think he's about to blow." the young man behind the lens
thought as he saw the look on the coach's face.
Sure enough, blow he did as Rob Kelly exploded all over
Michelle's face. Jim had to keep from laughing as the redhead
found herself covered with the sticky whiteness. An image
captured for posterity in living color.
Coach Kelly handed Michelle a towel to clean off her face
with. One of the same towels, Jim noted, that the students used
to dry off after the showers at the end of gym class. He
wondered for a moment if she planned to use those showers to
clean herself up, and if so how could he get a picture of her in
them. Watching her wet the towel from the water cooler in the
office, it became apparent that a shower was not to be. He
settled instead for getting a really great shot of her naked
breasts when she stood up.
The sound of his roll of film coming to an end as he took that
last shot made Jim realize that he had better get out of there
while he could. Quickly and as quietly as he could, he stuffed his
gear back in his bag and retraced his steps back up the hall.
Thankfully, the staircase up to the street level was unlocked and
he flew up it as fast as he could.
After getting home and listening to the inevitable lecture
from his mother about the dry cleaning, Jim excused himself from
the dinner table and headed down to the basement and his
darkroom.
A short time later, Jim watched with excitement as the
first 8x10 image began to form in the development pan. The
picture was as clear as if he'd taken it on a sunny day, the film had
worked perfectly.
The first shot was a close up of Michelle with her tongue
licking the tip of the Coach's cock. Jim couldn't believe the
resolution of the photograph, he could even see the drop of precum
on the edge of her tongue.
The next shot out of the soup was even better as it showed
a wider view in which you could see Michelle's tits as well as Coach
Kelly's face. The third and fourth shots alternated between close
ups and wider angles, reflecting the fact that Jim had kept
changing the settings on the telephoto lens after each click of the
shutter. As more and more pictures began to grace the small
line he used to air dry the prints, Jim found that he'd gotten a
major class hard on just looking at them.
Knowing the door to his darkroom was locked, Jim sat back
in the old, beat up recliner that his father had once tried to throw
out and began to rub his cock through his pants. It wasn't long
before he had it out and was pumping it with his hand.
His blue eyes never left the image of the teacher he hated
blowing the gym coach. As he felt his climax approaching, Jim
began to wonder what it might be like to be on the receiving end of
that hot mouth. It would be hard to hate Miss Ferguson at a time
like that.
Jim had gotten a few blowjobs from girls at school. In fact,
two months ago he had even lost his virginity on his seventeenth
birthday when his neighbor's cousin Heather, who had been visiting
from Canada, went to bed with him. She was a nice enough girl, but
it was apparent that it was something she had done more than a
few times before. Jim was glad when she went back home at the
start of the school year. On the verge of orgasm, he wondered
what it might be like with someone like Michelle Ferguson.
"Fuck!" Jim gasped as his cock exploded all over his pants.
The force of his eruption was enough to send small white splatters
onto the arms of the chair as well.
He sat there, covered in his own sperm, for what seemed like
a real long time. The climax he had just experienced was even
better than the one he felt with he was inside Heather. Go figure
that one, the teen thought.
Jim took the time to clean up both himself and the chair. It
wouldn't do for his Mom to come down and find the come stains on
the material. Next he collected the now dry pictures and hid both
them and the negatives in what he considered a real safe place.
The clock on the wall told him it was time to hit the sack.
Jim still had to get up early in the morning and go photograph the
football game. He reloaded the camera with the best film he had
on hand. It wasn't as good as the stuff he had just developed, but
it would do the job. Then again, there was nothing he was going to
see at the game that was likely to be as interesting as what he had
filmed tonight. Not even if Susan Todd didn't wear panties again
under her cheerleader's skirt, a fact that became obvious to
attentive spectators when she did a cartwheel. Always attentive,
Jim already had two good shots of those cartwheels. One of which
he had blown up into a close-up of her bush and sold to a few guys
who asked him about it.
Thinking about that, Jim figured that if he sold the pictures
of Miss Ferguson and Coach Kelly, he'd get a lot more than the ten
dollars a shot he'd gotten for the pics of Susan. A whole lot more.
But that was a decision for tomorrow or maybe even the day
after. It had been a long day and jerking off always made him a
little tired afterwards. After taking a few minutes to make
sure he was leaving everything cleaned up, he headed off to bed.
Jim Grant woke up the next morning with a hard on.
Normally this was not that unusually for a seventeen-year-old boy,
but in this case, Jim found it a little surprising. The reason being
that he had woken up two hours before with one as well. He had
jerked off then using a tissue from his night table to keep from
staining his bed. Now, despite two climaxes in less than eight
hours, he still couldn't get the images he had captured on celluloid
out of his mind. The proof of which was the six and a half-inch
post now once more straining against his pajama bottoms.
He was pleased to discover that this early morning orgasm
was just as enjoyable as the two that had preceded it. The
pictures now hidden in his basement were proving to be a potent
aphrodisiac.
His lust abated, if only for the time being, Jim quickly
showered and dressed. Bill and Jack, two of his best friends
picked him up to go to the game. It took all of his strength of will
not to tell them about the pictures he had taken.
"You think you'll get any more pictures of Susie's pussy?"
Bill asked as he drove down the road leading to the school's playing
field.
"Forget about Susie's pussy," Jack said from the other side
of Jim. "You ever get a shot of Donna Petrowski's tits you let me
know. I'd pay big bucks to see those babies."
"If you weren't such an asshole, maybe you'd get to see
them for yourself." Bill laughed.
"Oh yeah," Jack countered. "And whose tits have you ever
seen other than your sister's"
"Just your mother's!" Bill shot back.
"Fuck you!" Jack shouted back.
"She wanted to, but I've got better taste." Bill fired back
just as quickly.
Jack fumed at the response for a moment, but Jim had been
here many times and quickly defused the situation.
"I'll have to give that round to Billy." he said. "He got you
on points, Jack."
"All right," he grudgingly admitted as his temper subsided.
"I guess he did."
All of them then laughed.
"You wouldn't really want to fuck my mother, would you?"
Jack asked Billy.
"Hell no," he said. "Who'd want to screw someone that old."
"Yeah, right." Jack agreed.
Jim didn't say a word, thinking of the pictures in his
basement. Who indeed, he thought.
All through the rest of the weekend, Jim pondered what he
should do with the hidden photographs. He was still thinking about
it Monday morning when he showed up at first period English. The
class had just about resigned itself to yet another of Mrs.
Conway's boring recitations of equally boring poems, when who
should walk in but Michelle Ferguson.
"I'm afraid that Mrs. Conway's got a touch of the flu and
won't be in today," she said as she walked across the front of the
room. "So I'll be covering her class for at least the next two
days."
That statement perked up the attention of at least the male
half of the class. None of them would rather have to pay attention
to the fifty-five going on eighty Mrs. Conway. In fact, as Jim had
noted to himself in the basement Friday afternoon, Miss Ferguson
was a first class fox.
Hanging out with the guys one afternoon, he and they had
come to the conclusion that there had to be at least one Miss
Ferguson in every school. A Teacher that just exuded sex appeal
and more importantly knew it. Someone who, they were sure, knew
exactly the effect she had on teenage boys. Even following the
conservative dress code the School Board had laid down for
female teachers, Michelle Ferguson was still the subject of
countless wet dreams. One of the guys at that afternoon bull
session had remarked that if Miss Ferguson had been at the
Catholic School he had transferred from, and had been required to
wear a habit, she still would've been giving even the Priests hard
ons. Jim had to agree with that assessment. There was no way you
could totally hide a body like that.
Unlike when Mrs. Conway read, every eye in the room was on
Miss Ferguson's lips as she read the day's poem. It happened to
be a love sonnet, and even the girls were enraptured by her
rendition of it. The heaving of her breasts as she added emphasis
to her words was almost enough to give every guy in class a woodie,
and Jim was no exception.
Unfortunately for Jim, he had the added image of Friday
afternoon's little escapade to add fuel to his fire so to speak. As
he watched her cherry red lips move as she spoke, he couldn't help
but remember how they looked wrapped around Coach Kelly's cock.
Then as with the rest of his fellow male student he watched the
expansions and contractions beneath her blouse, the young
photographer pictured the shape and look of the dark pink nipples
hidden beneath the white material.
Jim had gotten so wrapped up in his own private imagery
that he hadn't even heard his name called the first two times.
"Mr. Grant!" Michelle Ferguson said much louder the third
time as she stepped down the row of desks where he sat.
"What?" Jim muttered as he snapped out of his almost
trance like state.
"Nice to have to join us again." Michelle said from where she
had stopped a few desks in front of him.
A few low laughs from his fellows greeted her statement.
"Now that I have your attention, I'll repeat the question,"
she went on. "How did the poets words make you feel when you
heard them?"
"Well, I..." Jim began, knowing full well that he wasn't the
only guy in class who wasn't paying the least bit of attention to
what the poet's words actually were.
"Stand up please."
"What?" Jim said.
"I said, stand up please," the woman in white and blue
repeated. "In my class when you give an answer or render an
opinion, I prefer students to stand up so that everyone may have
the full benefit of their answer."
Jim quickly became aware of his body's response to the
imagery he had been so recently remembering. And if he stood up,
so would everyone else.
"I'd rather not." Jim said.
"I'm afraid that wasn't an option I gave, Mr. Grant,"
Michelle said, the slightest of smiles forming at the corner of her
mouth. "This isn't the Lakeville Star where you can do what you
want as the result of some misguided sense that you are
indispensable. In my classroom you will follow my rules. Or would
you rather explain what the poet was talking about to the principle.
I'm sure he'd be most interested in your answer."
The memory of his suspension last semester fresh in his
mind, Jim slowly rose to his feet. It was Sally Welles sitting just
across from him who noticed it first. It didn't take seconds
after that for everyone else around him to notice it as well --
including Miss Ferguson.
"Well, I see that perhaps you were moved by the imagery of
the poets words after all, Mr. Grant," Michelle said with a snide
satisfaction in her voice. "But not in the way he intended I
would guess. Very well, you may return to your seat."
Jim did so, his ears ringing with the hushed whispers and
quiet laughter from those around him. He knew Miss Ferguson had
no right to make fun of him like that. But he also knew that if he
made a complaint he would find more of the students backing up
any version of events she put across rather than what actually
happened.
"Well if our little entertainment is over with," Michelle said
as she returned to the front of the room. "I'd like you all to turn
to page fifty in your textbook and ..."
The rest of the class, in fact the rest of the day passed in a
rapid blur for Jim Grant. As he had guessed, half the school had
heard about his having an erection in English class by the last
period. He had been equally right in predicting that no one heard
a word about Miss Ferguson making fun of him as she did.
"I hope you enjoyed your little laugh, Miss Ferguson," Jim
raged as he ran down the school steps, trying to ignore the pointed
stares. "This time you've gone over the line!"
Jim was just as angry when he finally reached home. He sat
at his kitchen table drinking a glass of soda. Eventually, he began
to get control of his anger enough to think about getting even.
"Hey what's up little brother?" the tall twenty-year-old
asked as she came through the kitchen door.
"Sure, you think it's funny too!" Jim called out at what he
perceived as his sister's ill attempt at humor.
"Wait a second, little brother," Marcy Grant said, "What do
I find funny? I was just asking how was your day."
Realizing he had jumped the gun, Jim took a deep breath and
told Marcy what had happened in English class. He omitted of
course what he had been thinking about when he had the erection.
"I guess that would be embarrassing," his sister said with
some sympathy. "But you're not the first guy that's happen to,
and I'm sure not the last. I remember it happening to Kyle
Hamilton back in junior high. Trust me, by the end of the week
everyone will have forgotten about it."
Jim then told his sister about how Michelle Ferguson had
made fun of him. Of how none of the other students would back
him up if he wanted to file a complaint.
"That woman always was a cruel bitch, even back when I was
in her class," Marcy commented. "If it wasn't for her I would've
gotten the Walker Award. Instead it went to one of her pets. I'm
sorry she didn't get fired that time."
"What are you talking about, what time?"
"Back when I was a Senior, Miss Ferguson was involved in
some kind of scandal. No one was really sure of all the details, at
least no one that I knew. All I know is that there were rumors
that she had something going on with one or two of the teachers at the
school. When I came back to visit during my College Freshman
year, she was divorced and three married teachers had been
transferred to other schools. Make of it what you want."
"I think I have a pretty good idea what to make of it." Jim
said quietly, the pictures hidden down in his workroom very much
on her mind.
"But she managed to worm her way out of whatever her
problem was back then." Marcy concluded.
"Sis," Jim asked his sister. "What would you say if I told
you I knew a way to get even with Miss Ferguson. A way to pay her
back for every nasty little thing she's ever done to anyone."
Marcy considered the question for a minute. She was well
aware of some of the stunts her little brother had pulled over the
years. A few he had gotten caught at, but even more he had
gotten away with. He'd always been a pretty imaginative kid. So if
he said he had a way to get even with Miss Ferguson, she had to
believe he did.
"I don't think I want to hear this," she finally answered.
"But if you really have a way to get back at that bitch, then I say
go for it."
Jim's face lit up with his sister's encouragement. His older
sibling took note of a mischievous gleam now in his eyes. It was a
sparkle she had seen there before. She almost felt a little sorry
for Miss Ferguson. The key word in that thought was almost.
Right after dinner, Jim retreated to his basement workshop.
Spread out on his desk where the pictures of Miss Ferguson and
Coach Kelly. Sitting back in the old recliner, the young man toyed
with a bright red floppy disk from his computer. On the disk was a
web page containing copies of the pictures on his desk.
He had been debating with himself for the better part of
the last hour if putting the web page up on the Internet would be
enough of a revenge. To make sure that every teacher and student
saw the page, he had also added to the disk the high school's
master email list. He planned to send the URL to everyone on the
list after he put it up. Jim figured that it wouldn't take half as
long as the story of what happened to him in English class for
everyone to know about the web page. Oh he was sure that
eventually the school would take steps to have the page removed.
But by that time anyone who was interested would've copied the
pictures. He could just see copies of them turning up all over the
school.
The best part of it all was that they would never know who
had done it. When they traced back the email address used to
open the account on the free web page provider, they'd find that
it belonged to Michelle Ferguson. It had been kid stuff to get into
the school files and find out her password.
Still, the whole plan lacked the feeling of satisfaction he
expected it to have. Jim just couldn't put his finger on it. He'd
been careful to crop the pictures he was going to put online so
that only Michelle was identifiable. It wasn't so much that he
wanted to protect Coach Kelly. After all, he was a more than willing
participant. Rather it was because he had liked Mrs. Kelly when
he'd taken her class and had no desire to cause her any
embarrassment if he could avoid it. Finally deciding to sleep on it
all, Jim stuffed the red disk into his knapsack and headed up to
bed.
Jim woke early the next morning before even his alarm clock
had gone off. He was too excited to stay in bed any longer. In the
middle of the night he'd had a dream, a dream that had told him
what was wrong with his plan of revenge.
It was so obvious that he was surprised it hadn't occurred
to him before. His plan was too impersonal, too detached. Jim
wanted to see the look on Michelle Ferguson's face when it all
came back to haunt her. He wanted to watch her world crumble.
Quickly dressing, Jim raced down to the basement. He
pulled out the hidden folder with the 8x10s and selected the best
shot of Michelle licking the tip of the Coach's cock. Stuffing the
photograph into an large envelope, he printed Attention: Miss
Ferguson -- Urgent! in large block letters on the front. The
envelope then joined the disk in his bag.
The hardest part of his revised plan was getting the large
envelope onto Miss Ferguson's desk without being seen. Jim's luck
held out as he was the first one into class that day. Quick as he
could, he stuck it in the middle of the equally large interoffice
envelopes one of the school aides had already dropped off. Then
he quickly left the classroom, returning ten minutes later with
other students.
As was the practice for Tuesdays, most of the English
period was set aside for private study. Most teachers used this
time to catch up on their paperwork and Michelle was no exception.
From his desk, Jim watched carefully as his target went through
the contents of the first two envelopes. One eye constantly
watched the clock, taking note that the papers she'd read so far
had taken up most of the period. It was possible that she might
not get to his surprise before class was over. Jim began to
experience a feeling of disappointment.
Then, with only a few minutes left before the bell would
ring, Jim's face lit up as he watched Michelle put down the pile she
was working on and reached for the envelope he had left. The
Teacher looked at the label for a moment, shrugged her shoulders,
then slit open the top with her letter opener.
Michelle Ferguson's normally rosy complexion turned a
deadly pale white when she saw the photograph from the envelope.
For a moment, Jim thought she might actually pass out as it looked
like she couldn't catch her breath. Had he gone too far?
"Miss Ferguson, are you all right?" one of the girls in the
front row asked loudly when she looked up and saw the look of
distress on the teacher's face.
With that, every student in the class looked up from what
they were doing to see what the girl was talking about. Her face
still pale, Michelle quickly stuffed the picture back in the plain
manila envelope and rushed out of the room. Jim could only guess
that she was on the way to the closest bathroom to throw up.
Ignoring the discussion going on around him about the
Teacher's strange behavior, Jim sat back in his chair very pleased
with himself. It had been more satisfying to actually see her
reaction to the picture. And that was only the beginning. The red
disk was still resting in the knapsack at his feet. Additionally, he
had also printed a small note on the back on the photograph in a
last second inspiration. It simply said, coach's office - 5:00.
Jim had toyed with the idea of physically confronting Miss
Ferguson. Personally letting her know that he was the one she
could credit with her downfall. He still didn't know if he would
actually go through with that part of his plan, but it felt nice to
have that option. The Lakeville Rockets were playing at Northside
tonight and the coach's office would be as empty as a ghost town
at that hour.
The bell rang soon after and Jim headed to his next class.
He became even more pleased with himself when he overhead one
girl tell another that she had gone to check on Miss Ferguson and
found her in the girl's bathroom, her head buried in one of the
toilets.
By the end of the school day, Jim had decided to wait
around and see if Michelle would keep her appointment. He'd
heard she'd asked other teachers to cover her classes for the rest
of the day, saying that she felt a little ill. Yet at the same time,
she hadn't gone home to rest, telling them she just wanted to lay
down in her office for a little while. Normally any teacher taking
sick time would've been out the front door before the
administration had even arranged for a substitute.
As a member of the newspaper board, it was easily for Jim
to hang around after everyone else started to go home. Most of
the students in the office were going to the Northside game and
wanted to catch the 4:30 buses. By quarter to five, Jim was all
alone in the office.
"Decision time," Jim said to himself as he put down the
proofs he hadn't really been reading and looked up as the clock
neared five. "I guess it wouldn't hurt just to take a walk down the
hall and see if she actually showed up."
Jim took his time strolling down the hallway, walking like he
didn't have a care in the world. He stopped to read a few notices
posted on the tiled wall. Unlike Friday evening, the hall was still
well lit at this hour.
Passing the side corridor that led to the coach's office, Jim
paused just log enough to look down it. Sure enough, there was
Miss Ferguson standing impatiently by the locked door.
Jim had gone about ten feet further when he came to a full
stop. He thought about it for a moment, then turned around and
headed back toward the side corridor.
Michelle Ferguson was so lost in her own thoughts that at
first she didn't see Jim coming toward her. She looked up and was
startled by his presence.
"Oh it's you, Grant," she said when she saw him. "I don't
have time to talk to you about the paper right now. It's going to
have to wait until tomorrow."
The fact that the thirty-seven-year old couldn't make a
connection between the seventeen-year-old's appearance and why
she was waiting here just added to Jim's sense of animosity. It
was just yet another example of her not taking him seriously.
"It's not about the Star." Jim replied.
"Classwork then," Michelle added restlessly. "Whatever it
is you want, it will have to wait until tomorrow!"
"Even if I wanted to discuss an interesting picture of you
and Coach Kelly?" Jim said with a small smile of satisfaction.
"Omigod!" Michelle said with disbelief.
Michelle was speechless for what seemed like minutes but
was only seconds. Then her incredulity quickly turned to hostility.
"How could you do something like this to me?" she shouted
in a voice that traveled the length of the hall.
The sudden outburst took Jim by surprise and he found
himself taking a long step back in response. Then he stepped back,
determined to give as good as he got. Every argument he'd had
with the teacher came rushing full force from his memory.
Now it was Michelle's turn to be taken aback as Jim
recounted a litany of incidents where she had embarrassed him as
well as other students. Of how she only seemed to care about her
favorites, and disregarded anything from anyone else.
"Besides," Jim shot back. "I'm not the one who was in that
office last Friday blowing the Coach. I only pressed the shutter,
you provided the image."
"To send me a copy of that ... that ... picture," she went on.
"In my classroom!"
"Hell, I was planning to post it on the Internet," Jim shot
back. "Maybe I still will!"
The sudden thought that others would see the picture
immediately brought back the shock to Michelle's face. Her tone
of voice quickly turned conciliatory.
"Shouting at each other isn't going to solve anything,"
Michelle said in a softer tone. "There has to be a way we can work
this out."
"Why should I?" Jim said, his anger unabated.
"Please, Jim," Michelle said, the emotion in her voice real
enough. "I'll admit that I can be a bitch at times, but I can't
afford for a picture like that to get out."
"Why should I care?" Jim asked.
"Look, I'll make it up to you," Michelle said, her voice filling
with sincerity. "Most of our disagreements have been about the
Star, right? I know how you love running that paper. I'll give
you full control of it. Whatever you want done I'll give a green
light to. You always wanted to get rid of Phyllis and her column,
I'll tell her she and it are gone tomorrow."
"If you're gone I'll get the paper anyway," Jim said. "You'd
have to offer something better than that."
Michelle took a deep breath and turned away from Jim. She
stared into her reflection in the glass wall of the office.
"You liked what you saw in that picture, didn't you?" she
asked without turning around.
"I'd have to be lying or gay if I said I didn't," Jim
admitted. "But what's that got to do with anything."
"What if," she began, still looking in her reflection. "What
if I gave you the same thing I gave Coach Kelly?"
"You're kidding?" Jim asked in disbelief.
"I am being very serious." Michelle answered as she turned
back around.
From the look in her eyes, Jim now believed her.
"What if I wanted more," Jim asked, wondering where he
was getting the nerve to actually say this. "What if I wanted it
all?"
There was little doubt as to what he meant by "all".
"Then I guess," the redhead said in total surrender. "I'd
have to give you it all."
Immediately the memory of the orgasm he'd had simply
jerking off to Michelle's picture came to mind. How could he pass
up the chance to experience the real thing. It was simple, he
couldn't.
"You're talking about right now?" Jim asked in clarification.
"Yes," Michelle replied. "I have a copy of the key to the
Coach's office."
"No, not here," Jim quickly answered, thinking that it was
unlikely that she would get caught a second time, but not
impossible. "Someplace really private, like a motel or something."
"Well I'm not about to check into a motel with a student."
Michelle replied just as fast.
Jim thought for the moment that Michelle might already be
reconsidering her decision. Instead she said.
"It'll have to be my apartment. I've tutored students there
before so it won't seem so strange if anyone were to see us going
in."
"I don't believe this is really happening." Jim said to himself
as she followed the older woman up the stairs and out of the
school.
The parking lot was deserted as Michelle and Jim got into
her car. The Teacher hadn't said a word since they left the
building. Jim remembered seeing on the school records that
Michelle only lived a few minutes from the school.
As they drove, Jim took the time to really look at Michelle.
His gaze started at her profile, taking in the small imperfections
that only seemed to add to her attractiveness. Moving down he
stopped at her breasts, his eyes drawn to the small expanse of skin
visible through the fold of her white blouse. Finally he moved down
to the blue skirt below, noting with a smile that the material
had ridden up high enough to show a large amount of leg.
Fascinated as he was by those marvelous breasts, Jim was
even more so by the smoothness of her legs. Gathering his nerve,
he reached out and put his hand on the exposed flesh. Hearing no
objection, he began to run his hand up and down her leg, moving
further against the edge of her skirt with each motion. After the
third caress, Jim went for broke and reached up under Michelle's
skirt and placed his hand between her legs.
"I hope you're enjoying yourself." Michelle said, her tone
such that it was hard to tell if it had been meant as an
encouragement or a rebuke.
Michelle was once again silent after that as she pulled into
the parking lot of her apartment building and then led him up to
her fourth floor apartment. She had him carry his books so it
would look to anyone who saw them that he was just another
student she was tutoring. Luck was with them however as they
passed not a single soul.
"Make yourself comfortable," Michelle said as she closed
and locked the door behind Jim. "I just need to change these
clothes and I'll be with you in a few minutes."
The neutral tone of her voice made it sound as if she was
ordering groceries from the corner store rather than about to
have sex with one of her students.
The tick of the clock on the wall seemed deafening to Jim as
it counted off the seconds. Brief moments that seemed to pass
with agonizing slowness. Standing alone in the empty room,
Jim's mind began to wonder what he had really gotten himself into.
What did she mean by get comfortable, he asked himself.
Did she expect him to get naked, or at least take off some of his
clothes? The sandy haired teen had no idea. Finally he decided to
settle for just taking off his jacket and knapsack.
Then a more troubling train of thought began to take hold.
It occurred to him that no one really knew that he was here in
Miss Ferguson's apartment. What if she never intended to have
sex with him in order to get the photo. The more he considered
what had happened in the last two hours, the more incredible it all
seemed.
The seventeen-year-old didn't think it likely that Michelle
was going to come running out of the bedroom with gun or knife in
hand and threaten him for the picture. It was a good
consideration, however, that she might very well be on the phone
arranging for some of her teacher's pets to come over convince
him he should give over his photograph. Off the top of his head,
Jim could think of at least three members of the football team
who would be willing to pound him into pulp to make Miss Ferguson
happy.
"Maybe I've taken this a little too far." Jim thought as he
considered getting out of here while he could.
"I hope that wasn't too long." Michelle said as she emerged
from the bedroom behind Jim.
"No, it was ..." Jim started to say as he turned around at
the sound of her voice.
Whatever the next word he was planning to say was totally
lost as his mouth dropped open in shock.
Totally gone was the conservative outfit that Michelle wore
in school. Instead Michelle was now wearing a royal blue satin
chemise with white lace trim. Even though he had already seen
the thirty-seven-year-old half naked, his cock reacted as if she was
the first woman he had ever seen.
Gone in a flash was any thought that half the front four
were going to suddenly appear and smash in his face. He now
believed this was really going to happen.
Michelle had to keep from laughing when she saw the look of
shock on Jim's face. He probably thought she was planning some
sort of trick to get the picture off him without having to pay for
it. Truth was, the thought had occurred to the Teacher, but she
decided she might as well take advantage of the situation.
Michelle Ferguson had always been a realist and knew very
well her own failings. It had been one of those lapses that had
almost led to her being dismissed as a Teacher a few years ago.
Her marriage had been in a tailspin, headed for the divorce
courts. She had become involved with two other teachers at the
school, both of them married as well. The episode had ended with
her husband leaving for good and both of the teachers asking for
reassignments that the school board was more than happy to give
to prevent an open scandal. They had made it seem like a
routine transfer by approving another Teacher's request as well.
"Of course if I hadn't blown that fat fool of a Principal, he
never would've recommended to the school board that they bury
the whole incident." Michelle thought, remembering that it
had only taken Mr. Kendall a minute in her mouth before he had
come.
After that, Michelle had walked the straight and narrow for
almost a whole six months. Then she had fallen off the wagon with
an affair with yet another married teacher, Matt Bonner. That
one had ended of its own accord when Bonner began to worry that
his wife was beginning to have suspicions and quickly called it all
off.
Her encounters with Coach Kelly had started one afternoon
when she overhead one of her colleagues telling another that Kelly
had been at a bar with him the night before drowning his sorrows.
Evidently the Coach was complaining that his wife wouldn't give
him head, saying it was an unnatural practice. The second teacher
had said he didn't blame Kelly's wife, stating he had seen Kelly in
the locker room showers. That monster he carried between his
legs would scare any woman. To Michelle, it was like waving a
challenge in front of her face. Or more precisely her mouth.
In between her liaisons with Kelly and Bonner, Michelle's
sexual fascinations began to focus on an even more dangerous
track. Not content merely to be working her way through the
male faculty, she began to have fantasies involving students.
These desires built almost weekly after Bonner had broken off
their affair. Building to the point where she decided to actually do
it.
It was just before graduation last year that Bobby Cole, all-city
all-star stood just about where Jim was now standing. Michelle had
decided that the tall and good-looking eighteen-year-old was just the
one to make her fantasy a reality. It was only at the last moment that
she'd had a rare change of heart when she decided that the none too
bright athlete wasn't smart enough to keep his mouth shut if she'd gone
through it.
Jim Grant was hardly Michelle's first choice to play the
student in her fantasy. In fact, he wouldn't have even fallen in the
top twenty if she were to have made a list. Still, the opportunity
had presented itself, and personality conflicts aside, he was a
pretty good looking young man. Finally, after it was all said and
done, he would have as much interest as she would in keeping it a
secret.
So she would get back the incriminating photo, and play out
her fantasy as well. A win, win situation if she ever saw one.
"Well do you like what you see, Mr. Grant?" Michelle said as
she strode across the room, her breasts heaving with every step.
"Oh wow!" Jim tried to say, the words dying stillborn in his
mouth.
"Oh come now, I'm never known you to be at a loss for
words." the older teacher said when she stopped right in front of
her student.
Jim was even more tongue-tied looking right down at her half
exposed breasts. He immediately decided that his photographs
barely did them justice.
"Well if you can't tell me what you think, then I guess you'll
have to show me in another way."
Jim didn't have time to figure that statement out before
Michelle showed him exactly what she meant. He almost jumped as
he felt her outstretched palm press against his cock.
"My, this is quite nice," Michelle smiled as she felt the
hardness under his pants. "And fairly impressive as well. I didn't
know you had it in you, Mr. Grant."
"Jim," the young man said as he finally found his voice again.
"My name is Jim."
"Very well, Jim it is then," she grinned. "After all, we do
seem to be burying the hatchet, among other things," she laughed,
rubbing his cock all the harder. "But I insist you still call me,
Miss Ferguson. I like the way it sounds."
"Yes, Miss Ferguson." Jim softly moaned, the pressure of
her fingers on his young manhood having their effect.
"You're not a virgin, are you?" Michelle asked as the
thought occurred to her. "If I take this out, you're not going to
explode all over my hand, are you?"
"No, I'm not a virgin." Jim managed to reply, failing to
mention that only a brief encounter with his neighbor's cousin had
spared him from that distinction.
"Excellent," Michelle said as she began to undo his belt
buckle. "It would be a shame to waste this, not when there are so
many other lovely things we could do with it."
Experienced fingers quickly freed Jim's cock. Michelle let
out what almost seemed like a whistle of appreciation as she
studied her prize. Most of her recent lovers, Coach Kelly being an
excellent case in point, had been older men. Bending to her knees
to examine the younger manhood, the redhead decided there was
something to be said for youth after all.
Michelle tilted her head forward and closed her dark red
lips around the teenage cock. Her tongue glided across the
sensitive underside of its head, causing Jim to give out a long, loud
gasp.
"Oh God!" Jim gasped loudly, sure that he was going to
explode the moment he felt the soft wetness engulf his cock.
In fact Jim might well have exploded the moment he felt
Michelle's lips press against his cock had not the Teacher used a
trick she learned when she herself had been a teen. Applying
pressure to a point at the base of his cock, she prevented him
from reaching a premature climax.
Practicing an oral technique that she'd perfected when she
was younger than the teen she was using it on, Michelle brought
Jim to a state of arousal greater than he could've ever imagined.
Jim's mind had gone totally blank. Even if he tried, at this moment
it would've been impossible for him to form a coherent thought.
Except of course that he would do anything to keep this feeling
going.
"Mmmm." Michelle moaned as she ran her tongue down
length of his cock once more.
As great as Jim's desire for her to go on and on, it paled
next to Michelle's rapidly growing craving to taste the sweet
ambrosia of his young manhood. The small pearls of precum she
had licked from the tip of his cock had made her hunger for more.
Swallowing him whole once more, she released her safety
hold just above his balls and began to pump his cock with both her
hand and mouth. Jim was unable to resist the sudden rush her
release brought and instead began to go with the flow. Following
the example he'd seem in the few adult films they'd watched in
Bill's basement, he held onto the back of her head for support and
fucked her face with all the effort he could muster.
For a moment he could mentally step out of his body and
imagine how the scene might look in a photograph. Himself,
standing tall with his pants down around his ankles. Miss Ferguson,
object of so much of his frustrations, on her knees with his hard
cock thrusting in and out of her mouth.
The imaginary celluloid image in his mind was the final push
over the edge for the student. With a draining orgasm that he felt
from his toes to his head, the seventeen-year-old exploded into
his teacher's mouth. An eruption she was only too eager to accept.
The almost paralytic effect of his orgasm cause Jim to
pause in his efforts to drive his cock down Michelle's throat. The
thirty-seven-year-old more than took up the sudden slack as her head
bobbed back and forth, creating a suction that made sure she
didn't miss a single drop of her prize. It had been as long ago as
her own teen years since she had sucked off to climax anyone
Jim's age. It didn't take more that those first tangy drops for
her to remember how much she had liked the taste of a young man.
It spurred her desire to savor every bit of it.
"No more!" Jim cried almost in disbelief as Michelle
continued to suck his cock with ruthless abandon, even after he
had no more of the white treat to give her. It wasn't until it
began to soften that she finally released her iron grip.
It took a few moments for the young man to regain balance
on shaky feet.
"That was ... that was ..." he repeated, unable to come up
with anything to describe what he had just experienced. It was so
unlike the his two previous oral adventures.
In the long run, it was Jim's good fortune that he was
incapable of expressing himself at that moment. Had he been able
to, he would have promised Michelle the world, gave her the
picture, the negative, and anything else she desired. And
most of all, he would've asked for no more in return. It would've
been his great loss because his Teacher was far from finished with
her new boy toy.
"I'm sure you'll be able to rectify that situation quick
enough," Michelle said as she ran her hand along the underside of
his now limp dick. "That's another thing I just remembered what I
used to like about young men. In the meantime, I'm sure we can
find a few other ways to keep ourselves busy."
Dropping his cock from her hand, the redhead threw her
arms around Jim's neck and kissed him. A kiss just as fiery and
aggressive as the blow job she had just performed on him. He
felt the crush of her lips against his, and the press of her tongue
as she pushed it into his mouth. With it, he found the tangy
saltiness of his own climax, the residue of which still rested on her
tongue. It was an intrusion of which he couldn't imagine
complaining of. On the whole, the presence of her tongue
thrashing against his seemed an even more erotic act that having
his cock in her mouth.
Even as Michelle continued to roughly explore his mouth, Jim
could feel the soft press of her breasts against his chest. He
reached up and took hold of the thin straps of her outfit, sliding
them off her shoulders. As more and more of her flesh became
visible, his heart raced fasted and fasted. By the time the soft
globes of her breasts came into view, he was afraid his heart was
going to burst. The thin outfit then slid to the floor, revealing the
woman in all her naked splendor.
"Suck them!" Michelle whispered into his ear as she felt his
lustful eyes on her mounds.
She released her hand on the back of his neck and guided his
mouth to her breasts. His lips closed on her nipples, using his
tongue the way Heather had shown him the night they'd spent
together. Michelle seemed pleased by his efforts as she guided
him to her other breast.
The tall woman took hold of the sides of Jim's shirt and
pulled it up and over his head, revealing a smooth, almost hairless
body. She ran her long fingers across his chest, rubbing his own
nipples with her fingers. A sigh mixed with both surprise and
delight came from Jim as Michelle replaced her fingers with her
lips and tongue. With quick, wet motions, she demonstrated a
lesson far more valuable than the one Heather had taught him.
She continued down his chest, using her hand, lips and
tongue. New life emerged from his young manhood, buoyed by her
rising passion. Michelle helped strip away the last of his clothing,
until he was as naked as she. The redhead pressed him down onto
his back, until he was laying on the hard wood floor. The she
climbed on top of him.
Michelle reached down and took hold of his cock, pleased at
its renewed hardness. She guided it between her legs, placing it at
the entrance of her now wet pussy. She looked into his eyes,
savoring the expectation found there.
Still holding his cock, she pressed hard against it, feeling
him slip inside of her. Jim's reaction was music to her ears as she
dropped lower until his manhood filled her.
Michelle didn't give him much time to react to the warm,
wet pressure surrounding his cock. She immediately began to rise
up and down, repeating the sensations she had earlier produced
with her mouth, but on a much grander scale. Faster and faster
she moved, as he gripped her body with his hands, using his
strength to hold them together.
"Oh yes Miss Ferguson!" he called out. "Fuck me! Fuck me
so hard!"
The sound of her name on his lips drove her even harder,
slamming her body down again and again. Each time, it drew a
second eruption closer and closer. Minutes passed like brief
moments and Jim soon exploded once more.
Now it was Michelle's turn to cry out as she felt his wetness
fill her. It also triggered her own orgasm which while wasn't as
intense as the young man below her had just enjoyed, was quite
pleasing none the less.
As before, Michelle pumped him until he had no more to give.
Then she just laid naked on top of him for a while, allowing the
sweat of their exertions to mix together.
Michelle finally climbed off him and wrapped herself in a
robe. She excused herself while he put his own clothes back on.
When she emerged from the bathroom, Jim was already dressed.
"I assume that I'll find the negative for that photograph on
my desk tomorrow," she said in a tone in which she tried to act as
if what had just passed between them had been nothing more than
a business transaction. "Despite our differences, I've never know
you to be a liar."
"The negative is yours." Jim smiled with satisfaction. "I do
keep my word."
"Then I guess we need have nothing more to do with each
other." Michelle said with just a touch of regret in her voice.
Jim started for the door, then paused and looked around.
Michelle was surprised and almost glad he stopped.
"As long as we're back on a business relationship," he said in
tone almost identical to Michelle's. "When do you want to discuss
the other photographs."
"Other photographs?" Michelle asked in surprise. "There
are other photographs?" she added, this time with anger.
"Another thirty five actually," Jim said. "I had a full roll in
the camera."
"You never said there were other photographs."
"You never asked."
Michelle looked at him and realized she actually hadn't. In
all her shock and confusion when confronted with the first one, it
hadn't occurred to her that there might be more.
"So when do you want to discuss the others?" Jim asked, a
slight smile on the corner of his lips.
Michelle took a deep breath and then said in resignation.
"How bout next Monday?"
Jim thought about it and did some quick math. There were
thirty five pictures and thirty seven weeks of school left. This
would work out just about right.
With a wide smile he said that next Monday would be just
fine.
After Jim had left, Michelle stood there staring at the
door. She couldn't believed this seventeen-year-old kid had
outsmarted her. At this rate, it would take her all year to get
them back.
Yet, the more she thought about, the less she seemed to
mind. With a smile again on her face, she headed for the shower,
thinking that next week couldn't come quick enough.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 2000
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