True To Life
by Ann Douglas
Friday afternoon couldn't have come too soon for the
students of Peterson High School. It was the first week of June
and they had less than two weeks to go until graduation. For
Michael Rossi and Bobby Williams, it meant that in ten short days
they would finish their years at Peterson and move onto bigger and
better things. In Bobby's case it was a football scholarship at
State, and for Mike Rossi a chance to study Industrial Arts at
Brookfield U.
"I thought that English Lit class would never end." Bobby
said as they headed for the bus stop on the corner. "I can't seem
to understand Hamlet, they speak so funny. You never know what
they're talking about."
"Well you better figure it out real quick." Mike said to his
longtime pal. "Cause Old Man Winters is a bug on Shakespeare, and
Hamlet is supposed to be his favorite. You know he's going to put
it on the final."
"Shit," Bobby groaned. "I'm screwed then. I even got those
Monarch Notes, but they still didn't help."
"Tell you what," Mike said as he suddenly stopped. "How
bout you take my story notes home over the weekend. Read then
tomorrow and I'll come over Sunday and go over with them with
you."
"That'd be great." Bob said, the relief in his voice evident.
"What am I ever going to do without you when I get to State."
"Properly fail," Mike joked. "But by then you'll be someone
else's problem."
The larger boy joined in the laughter and slapped Mike on
the back. They had been friends since the ninth grade. Even back
then, Bobby had been a jock. Mike on the other hand had been a
skinny, pale little kid who more than earned the title nerd. He was
the kind of kid that always seem to get beat up by the bigger guys.
That was until the day Bobby Williams had come across a Junior
about to deposit Mikey in a waste bin after he had spilled milk on
his jacket.
Bobby didn't know Mike from Adam, but he'd had a little
brother who used to get picked on by the bigger kids. In fact,
since Bobby was left back in the fifth grade, he was eighteen
months older than the rest of his class. That made his little
brother Steve only six months younger than Mike.
From that point on, the two had formed an unlikely
friendship. Mike had spent many a night tutoring Bobby in one
subject or other. Bob in turn had helped his younger friend branch
out in other areas that he normally wouldn't have approached.
True, he wasn't about to try out for the football team, but he had
long ago shed his nerd image. At least in appearance.
Rummaging through his knapsack, Mike finally came up with a
small red binder and handed it to Bobby.
"Try not to drool on it when you eat." He said as his friend
dropped the binder in his own carry case. "I realize that I'm
asking a lot, but I do try to take care of my study notes."
"Funny, Rossi, real funny." Came Bobby's reply. "There are
times I wonder why I kept them from putting you out with the
trash."
Mike didn't seem to hear the comeback. His attention
seemed to be concentrated on his knapsack as he sorted through
it's contents looking for something. A worried look flashed across
his face as he began to shift through the books and binders a
second time.
"Lose something? Bobby inquired.
"My sketchbook," Mike replied as he looked a third time.
"It's not here!"
"You sure?"
"Of course I'm sure," He answered, a tense anxiousness in
his voice. "I've looked three times!"
Michael's great love was drawing, and his sketchbook was his
pride. Not that he ever showed it to anyone. Sure once and a
while he would produce a portrait for someone after he had ripped
it from the book, but no one ever saw the book itself.
"Hey don't worry about it, it's just a book. I'll bet it's
sitting in your locker or under your desk in one class or another."
Bobby said as he glanced at his watch and saw that the bus would
be there in a few minutes. "Don't worry about it, you'll get it
Monday.”
The hard angry look he suddenly got from his friend told him
he had said exactly the wrong thing. It was as if after causing a
loosing fumble, Mike had told him football was only a game.
"Ok, I'm a thick headed jock and don't know anything about
art." Bobby apologized. "I know you're going to go back and look
for it, do you want me to go back with you?"
"Nah, I don't want you to be late for your job at
McDonalds." Mike said, accepting the apology. "You might need
those job skills some day."
"It's a good thing you're such a hot shot artist, cause as a
comedian you'd make a great waiter."
"There's the bus, get going!" Mike said as he pointed out
the gray bus rounding the corner.
"Ok, ok." Mike said as he grabbed his bag and started to
head for the stop.
"One of these days, I really want to see what's in that
book." He said after he had gone a few stops. "My moneys on a
dozen or so nudes of Jenny Greene!" Bobby added, making
reference to the girl who was without question, the hottest babe
in school.
From the sudden blank look he saw on his friend's face
before he turned to run the last twenty feet, Bobby got the
impression he hadn't been far off.
After checking his locker and coming up empty, Mike began
to reverse his steps for his last few periods. The book had been in
his bag during his lunch. He'd done a quick sketch of Timmy Butler
playing his sax in the lunchroom. Mike clearly remembered putting
it away after that. Having no luck in the rooms used for English
Literature and Health Science, the brown haired youth headed for
the second floor and American History.
Since entering the school, Mike had only passed one other
person in the halls. The dismissal bell on a Friday afternoon was
like the starting gun at the races. Even the Teachers were usually
gone by 3:10. With luck, he would find the book fast and make the
3:35 bus.
Quickly moving to his desk in the back of the classroom,
Mike lifted the desktop, only to find it held only a few papers and a
spare pencil. He was sure, it had to have been here. The only other
possibility was Music Appreciation, but they'd listened to a
concert tape today and he hadn't even opened his bag in that class.
Could someone have taken the book out of his bag somewhere else.
"Did you lose something?" Asked a voice from the front of
the room.
Mike whirled around to find himself faced by Mrs. Koda, his
history teacher. Normally, Mike loved sitting in the back of the
room and watching Mrs. Koda teach. It wasn't that he had such an
interest in history, it was that he loved watching her walk around
the room.
Arlene Koda was as far from the stereotype school teacher
image as you could get. Standing 5'6", she had long curly red hair
that reached down to below her shoulders. Bright emerald green
eyes lit up her face and she had a body that not even Jenny
Greene could match. As on most days, she was dressed rather
conservatively, a plain white blouse and blue skirt. Yet even these
plain clothes couldn't hid the woman beneath.
Only in her early thirties, Mike had heard someone once say
that she had come in second runner up in some statewide beauty
contest back when she was in college. If she had come in third,
Mike couldn't imagine what number one and two could've looked
like.
"Is something wrong Mr. Rossi?" He heard her ask.
Mike suddenly realized that he'd been standing there for
over ten seconds without saying a word.
"Er....no," He stuttered. "I...er....forgot my sketch book
somewhere and ....thought I might have left ...it in class."
"Oh, then this must be yours." Arlene said as she pulled
open one of her desk draws and pulled out a thick black bound
book. "I found it on the floor in the back of the room when I was
cleaning up earlier."
Michael went pale as she lifted the book up and flipped it
open to a page near the front. A cold sweat suddenly ran down his
back as she turned a few pages.
"I only took a quick look before to see if there was a name in
it." Arlene said as she turned another page. "I didn't see one, so I
just put it away. By Monday, I figured, someone would've come
looking for it."
Michael's heart was racing as he slowly walked to the front
of the room. Each time she turned another page, his heart felt
like it skipped a beat.
"Oh God," The 17yr old pleaded in a silent prayer. "Please
let her stop."
"This is really excellent work. I have to say I'm impressed."
Arlene continued as she admired one particular drawing. "I can see
why you'd be worried that you lost this book."
"Yeh," Mike replied, trying so very hard to be cool as he
reached out for the book.
"In fact, I'm surprised you haven't submitted any of this
work to the Peterson Quarterly or the Yearbook. I'm the faculty
advisor for both you know." She went on as she flipped a dozen or
so more pages, scanning the last half of his work. "In fact I.........."
Her voice suddenly fell silent as she flipped back to a page
she had just flew past. From the look on her face, Mike knew he
was busted. He suddenly felt dizzy and was afraid he was about to
faint.
"Oh my........" He dimly heard Mrs. Koda say as she turned a
few more pages.
She paused for a second, a look of disbelief on her face.
Then she turned another page.
"Oh my Lord!" She exclaimed, this time much louder.
With that, Michael did faint.
Michael's first sensation of consciousness was the smell of
flowers. Even before he opened his eyes, the sweet scent filled his
nostrils. When his eyes did open, they quickly focused on the soft
full breasts pressing against the white blouse of the woman leaning
over him. He was laying on a couch in a large room he recognized as
the Teacher's Lounge.
"I'm glad to see you're back with us, Mr. Rossi." Mrs. Koda
said when she noticed his open eyes. "I was beginning to wonder if
I was wrong in not calling the paramedics."
"No,...I'm ok....." Mike mumbled as he shook his head to clear
it.
As he sat up he saw the thick black book sitting on the
coffee table. In a cold numbing clarity, he remembered what had
happened. Hesitantly, he sat up and tried to think of something to
say.
"I'm really sorry about all this....." He said.
"I should think so," Mrs. Koda replied. "I really can't even
express how shocked I am by the drawings in that book. Or how
surprised I am that a young man of your scholastic ability could
have created them."
With that she flipped open the book and turned to the
offending pages. Spread out across ten sheets were a dozen or
more sketches of a man and woman engaged in various sexual acts.
Some of the figures were generic, but more often than not, the
male figure was Michael himself.
Arlene turned past the assorted drawings, stopping at a
close-up of a woman performing fellatio. She could've been
mistaken about the other depictions, but there was no doubt that
the likeness in the close-up was her own.
"These drawings are enough to get you expelled, you know
that, don't you?" She asked Michael.
Michael merely nodded, too stunned at the idea to say
anything.
"And that, I think would be a real shame. I'd hate to be
the cause of your loosing your scholarship."
Michael's eyes followed the Teacher across the room, for
once his attention riveted on her words instead of the sway of her
ass. She still had the book in her hands, glancing down at his
creations as she spoke.
"But I do have a responsibility as a Teacher in this school to
maintain discipline and order. I just can't let an incident like this
go unacknowledged."
A dozen possible repercussions of his stupidity flashed
through Michael's mind. His parent's reaction if he were expelled,
the loss of his chance to go to Brookfield. In half of them, he saw
himself needed those job skills he jokingly suggested Bob might
need.
"It would be different if these were just simple nudes."
Arlene continued. "I could just dismiss them as art with a poor
choice of subject. Yet as hard as I try, I can't classify drawings
like these as anything but pornographic."
"I don't have to worry about getting a job at the
McDonald's" Michael thought as he saw his future flush down a
toilet. "My father is simply going to kill me and be done with it.
How is he going to explain to his friends and business associates
that his son got kicked out of school for drawing porno pictures of
one of his Teachers."
"Still, a decision that will have such a strong effect on your
future shouldn't be made in haste." Michael heard Mrs. Koda say,
snapping his attention back to her. "And since if anyone is the
offended party in this matter, it's myself, or am I wrong in
concluding that I'm the subject of these images?"
Michael shook his head no.
"Well then, as the offended party it's up to me to decide
what action should be taken," She concluded. "I've decided to
sleep on it over the weekend and come to a decision by Monday."
With a loud bang, she slammed the book shut.
"You may go." She said. "I'll see you Monday morning."
Michael was on his feet in a flash and headed for the door,
his hands still shaking. He was about to disappear down the hall
when Mrs. Koda called after him with a final question.
"Can I assume that no one else has seen the contents of this
book? She asked.
"No, Ma'am. I mean, Yes, Ma'am. No one ever sees that book
but me." He answered quickly.
"Good, very good!" Arlene said, a smile on her face.
With that, Michael turned and ran down the stairs and out
of the building as fast as he could.
Michael slept very little Friday night and was listless all day
Saturday. He felt like a condemned convict, waiting for the ax to
fall. Better if Mrs. Koda had simply decided yesterday, at least he
wouldn't have to suffer through this terrible waiting. Then he
reminded himself that as long as she hadn't rendered her decision,
there was still a chance he could find a way out of this mess. It
had barely been twenty-four hours and he was already a nervous
wreck. What would he be like by Monday morning?
All afternoon he ran errands, trying to keep his mind off the
impending decision. His Mother had commented on his sudden
moodiness, but his father had told her not to worry about it. The
boy probably has a girl on his mind. Little did his father know how
true that was.
Getting home about 6:30, Michael sat down to a late supper
with his family. He wasn't really hungry, but skipping it would
cause too many questions. He wasn't really paying any attention to
the table talk until his Mother remarked that one of his teachers
had called today.
"One of my teachers called?" Michael asked as his eyes lit
up. "Which one?"
"Well I didn't take the call, Cindy did." His Mother replied.
"Who called?" He asked his little sister.
"Mrs. Kodak or something like that" She replied, still
stuffing her face with stuffing.
"Koda?" Mike asked.
"Yeh, that was it." The twelve year old said. "She said
something about some book she found in school that belonged to
you."
"What exactly did she say?" Michael questioned his sister,
his face turning cold and pale.
"Just that she found some book of yours and that if you
wanted to pick it up you could stop over her house and get it."
"Anything else?"
"Just that her husband and her were going out at 07:30 and
it would have to be before then."
"07:30!" Michael exclaimed as he looked up at the kitchen
clock, it was already 5 after. "Why didn't you tell me before?"
"So I forgot," Cindy replied. "Big deal, you'll get it
tomorrow. I left the address over on the bulletin board."
Michael jumped up from the table and quickly found the note
pinned to the corkboard. It was an address in the Pinedale section.
That was at least a twenty minute drive.
"Dad, can I borrow the car?" He asked his father as he
reached for the spare keys in the hook below the board. "I might
still be able to catch them."
"I can't see what’s all so important that you need to rush
over there?" His father said as he too noted the time.
"Its my sketch book..." Michael began to say.
"No wonder you've been so depressed." His Mother
interrupted. "John...." She said as she turned to her husband.
"All right, " John Rossi gave in. "But I don't want you
speeding over there. I know that book is important to you but it's
not worth getting into an accident for."
"Thanks Dad!" Michael exclaimed as he bolted out the
kitchen door.
Michael's heart dropped a little more as he watched the
dashboard clock click off each new minute. He'd been stuck in this
traffic jam on Main St for nearly a half hour and the bright green
digits now read 08:05. By now, Mr. and Mrs. Koda were long gone,
and with them any chance of his retrieving his sketch book and his
future. By tomorrow she might've had a change of heart. Maybe
she would mention it to her husband and he would be so outraged
that he would demand she take some punitive action against the
offender. Either way it meant another sleepless night.
By 08:15 he had cleared the traffic and was now only 5
minutes from the Koda house. He decided to still head there and
at least leave an apologetic note. Maybe that would help. Stopping
to use a pay phone, he told his Mom that he had been delayed by
the traffic and that he was going to take the car over to Bob's
house if that was ok with Dad. 6 minutes later he was pulling up in
front of the Koda house.
The house was big, twice the size of the one Michael had
grown up in. A carefully kept lawn and an endless row of flowers
showed the work of professional landscapers. Thinking of all the
hot Saturday afternoons he had spent with a mower, Michael felt a
tinge of envy of someone who could afford to pay to have that done
for them. A car was parked in front of a two car garage, a new 95
Lexus.
Michael wondered how a teacher could afford a house like
this, then he remembered someone once saying that she was
married to some kind of surgeon.
"Great, nice to know her husband has easy access to sharp
knives." Michael said as he walked up the pathway.
Michael had reached the large front door when he suddenly
realized that he didn't have anything to write a note on. Searching
his pockets, he could only come up with a dry cleaning receipt. A
message scribbled on the back of that wouldn't exactly leave the
type of impression he wanted.
From the street, he had noticed a few lights on throughout
the house. It could just be part of an alarm system, but if he was
really lucky, maybe they had a maid or someone at home he could
let know he had stopped by.
Brushing back his hair and straightening his clothes, Michael
rang the bell. A few minutes passed and there was no response. He
tried it again and was about to give it up and head home when he
heard footsteps approaching the door.
The door swung open and Michael was rendered speechless.
The woman standing there bore only a superficial resemblance to
the teacher he knew. The long red hair that was normally pinned
back and hidden had been styled into a intricate design. Normally
she wore a very subdued pink lipstick, now it was bright red. As
red as her lips was the cocktail dress she wore, the plunging
neckline of which gave him a delightful view of the breasts he had
so fantasized about. In fact, so taken was he by just the sight of
those soft, white globes, he didn't immediately notice the imprint
of her nipples against the thin material of the dress. It was
obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Mrs. Koda?" Michael finally stammered out.
"Michael," She answered somewhat embarrassed. "I didn't
really expect you this late."
"I'm sorry," He said. "I didn't the message until very late,
then I got stuck in traffic. I was just going to leave a note then I
realized that I didn't have anything to write on."
"Very well, as long as you are here, you might as well come
in." She said in a voice that said this hadn't been her first
disappointment of the evening.
"You have a beautiful house." He said as he walked from the
foyer into a large living room. Everything about the house said
money.
"Thank you, but I had nothing to do it." She replied as she
walked over to a desk on the far side of the room. "My husband
had it decorated by professionals, and it’s cleaned by a maid. Its
just another trophy to his success."
Immediately, Michael knew he had hit on a sore point right
out of the box. Not a good thing to do with someone who help your
fate in her hands.
A large 11 x 14 photo on the wall caught Michael's attention.
It was of the finalists in a beauty pageant The stories had been
true. The third runner up was obviously a younger Arlene Koda. To
Michael, she had it all over the winner and runner-up. What could
have those judges been thinking?
"That's another one of my husband's trophies." Arlene said
from behind him. "Miss Mayfield County - 1983."
Michael did understand at first, then he realized that she
was referring to herself as the trophy, not the photograph.
"You were beautiful." Michael observed, then added a few
seconds later. "I mean not that I don't think you're still beautiful
now...I mean..."
"That's ok," She said as she turned and headed to a large
chair and sat down. "I'll take it as the compliment it was intended
to be."
Michael flushed, it seemed every time he opened his mouth
he put his foot into it.
I was having a drink," She said as she filled up a glass that
was resting in the end table next to the chair. "Would you like
one?"
"Err sure...." Michael said as he walked over and took a seat
on the couch on the other side of the end table.
"I guess you're a little surprised at seeing me like this." She
said as she handle him a glass of wine. "My life at school is very
different from the life I live at home. Its almost like I become a
different person when I walk through those school doors."
Sitting this close to her, Michael quickly realized that the
drink she had just poured was far from her first this evening.
"At home I'm just supposed to be the beautiful wife of
Doctor Alan Fitzgerald, one more monument to his achievements. I
really don't have to do anything but supervise the maid and other
servants and look good for guests."
"I thought your name was Koda, " Michael interrupted. "but
you said your husband's name is Fitzgerald."
"Koda was my maiden name, I decided to keep it as far as my
teaching credentials went." She answered. "I was a teacher
before I was a wife, it was something I wasn't going to let just
slip away. He wasn't too happy about that, let me tell you."
This was getting all too deep for Michael. Why did she
suddenly feel the need to unload her problems on him. Don't all
these rich people have psychiatrists to help them with their
problems. He wished she would just give him back his book and he
could get out of here.
"But that's all going to change now, I won't be teaching
after the end of this year." She said.
Suddenly she again had Michael's attention.
"A few of Alan's colleagues suggested to him the other day
that it was inappropriate for the wife of the new head of surgery
at Saint Mathews to be wasting her time teaching. There were far
too many important social activities that went with his new position
that she should be attending to. So just like that, my teaching
career is history."
"Couldn't you have worked out some sort of compromise?"
Michael asked, surprised that he was actually interested.
"You don't compromise with Dr. Alan Fitzgerald III." Arlene
answered sarcastically. "He commands and like the word from on
high the little people scurry to obey."
"Position is everything to him," She continued. "I once asked
him for a divorce since it was obvious that he never really loved me.
He only said that it wouldn't look good and it was out of the
question."
Michael listened and watched in amazement as she finished
her drink and poured another. She was obvious now feeling the
effects of the alcohol.
"You know, I could deal with it if he was screwing one of his
nurses. That I could fight against." She said unexpectedly. "But
his only mistress is his fame."
Michael almost dropped his drink upon hearing her remark.
Never could he have imagined his teacher using the word 'screw'.
"But I'm really wasting your time with all this, aren't I"
She said as she put down the glass, now half empty. "What you
came here for was your sketch book, not to listen to my problems."
With that she produced the book from alongside the arm of
the chair. It was obvious that she must've been looking at it prior
to his arrival.
"I guess I was a little hard on you over this yesterday.
Sometimes I get a little too wrapped up in my 'teacher mode'."
She said as she flipped through the pages.
"Well I guess maybe I deserved some of it." Michael said,
trying to sound contrite.
"I made much too much of it all." She said as she once again
scanned the offending pages. "If anything, maybe I should've been
flattered by it."
Michael couldn't believe what he was hearing but he wasn't
about to contradict her. Not at least until he had the book and
was out of here.
"I think it's been a long time since anyone's though of me
like this." She said as she looked down at drawings of her engaged
in various sexual activities.
Michael opened his mouth to say something, then decided
that silence was really golden. Better to just let her go on, since
she showed no indication of stopping anyway.
"I have to say though, with the only view of me you ever saw
being that of the schoolteacher, you did a really great job with
these sketches."
Her reference to her school outfits made the youth
suddenly realize that he had been staring at her breasts all the
time they'd been sitting there. Luckily she hadn't seem to notice.
"Of course my nipples are much bigger in real life." She said
so casually that Mike did a double take. "And I don't have a bush
like that. I keep it nice and trim. But of course you had no way of
knowing that."
"Err, maybe I should leave before your husband gets back."
Michael suggested, hoping she would take the suggestion and let
him leave with the book.
"Oh don't worry about him," She said, dismissing the idea
with a wave of her hand. "He's attending a dinner in his honor at
the club. That's where I'm supposed to be by the way. But after
the fight we had before leaving, the one where he put his
pronouncement on the end of my teaching career. He decided that
I could stay home. I can see him there now, telling people that I
had to stay home with a headache."
"One thing I am curious about." She said, "And I really like
to satisfy my curiosity about it before you leave."
"Sure anything." Michael replied quickly, his hopes rising
when she mentioned his leaving.
"I've noticed that in all the drawings, you've depicted
yourself as rather well endowed." She said. "And I'm curious as to
whether that's a true to life depiction or just wishful thinking."
"What? Michael asked. "You want to know if I really look
like that naked?"
"Yes, exactly right!" She said with a smile.
"Well, yeh, that's what I look like. I only make something up
in my drawing if I don't know what it really looks like." He said,
hopeful that would satisfy her and he would be out of here with his
book in a few minutes. With all the trouble that book had caused
him, he was now thinking of burning it.
"Please don't take offense," Arlene said. "But its been my
experience that young men tend to exaggerate in this area. I
afraid I'm going to have to have more concrete proof than just
your say so."
"Like what?"
"Well they say seeing is believing." The Teacher replied.
"You want me to drop my pants and show you?" Michael
asked. This was getting really weird.
"That would definitely answer the question." She replied.
"And after that the book is yours."
"I don't know...." Michael said, he had a funny feeling about
this.
"Oh come on," She said, and then added in a whisper tone. "I
promise not to tell anyone if it turns out to be really small if that
what you're worried about."
That did it. Michael knew he had drawn himself true to life
and if he didn't do it now she would think it was because he really
was small.
Standing up he quickly undid his belt and pulled down his
pants. A moment later his underwear followed.
He felt pretty funny standing there half naked in front of
one of his teachers - his cock hanging in the wind so to speak. Mrs.
Koda seemed to be studying his organ with great interest. Finally
she spoke.
"I don't know, it seems to be somewhat smaller than the
sketches." She noted. "But then again it is only semi-erect and
you've drawn it in the throngs of passion."
"Jeez," Michael thought, "What am I going to have to do
now, jerk it off until it's hard."
No sooner had that thought appeared in Michael head when
Arlene reached out with her long manicured fingers and began to
do just that. Michael was dumbfounded. The salty language had
been one thing, but he couldn't believe that his teacher was
masturbating him.
Totally excited by her touch, it didn't take more than a half
dozen stokes for Michael to reach his full hardness. Mrs. Koda
stopped and looked at his boyhood tool with a look of satisfaction.
"Well I guess you were telling the truth after all." She said.
"It is as big as you've drawn it."
"Great," Michael thought triumphantly. "Now I'm out if
here!"
"Of course, now what kind of hostess would I be if I let you
go out in such a state, all agitated like that." Arlene remarked as
she took a long close look at his stiff dick. "You might attack the
first young girl you see out of uncontrollable lust!"
"What is she talking about?" Michael thought as he looked
down at her.
"I guess I'll just have to do something about it myself." She
concluded.
Before the impact of what she said could even register,
Arlene leaned forward and took his hard cock into her mouth.
"Oh Shit!" Michael exclaimed as he felt the warm softness
engulf his cock. This had to be a dream, any second he would wake
up and find himself in his own bed.
That thought lasted only a few seconds as his mind turned to
the ripples of delight produced by his Teacher's skillful tongue. If
anything, his cock had grown even harder as he looked down and
watched those soft red lips he had seen day after day in class now
slide up and down his manhood.
Michael quickly dismissed any thought of trying to stop
Arlene. A few minutes before, he had felt guilty about not walking
out when she had asked to see his cock, then even guiltier when
she had jerked him off. It was, he told himself, the result of her
having had too much to drink. But now, with the woman he had
fantasized about all year on her knees in front of him, Michael
couldn't think of anything except how good her mouth felt.
Arlene was a born cocksucker. With a skill that could only
have come from years of practice, she took Michael's seven inches
deep into her throat. Michael had only had three blowjobs before,
one from Carol Myers and two from Cynthia Rodriguez. None of
those had felt like this.
The wetness of Arlene's mouth seemed to engulf his entire
being. Her tongue was everywhere at once. Licking up under the
crown, tickling the sensitive area beneath his balls, massaging the
sides of his cock as she took him all the way into her throat.
"Oh Mrs. Koda...." He moaned.
Michael placed his hands against the back of Arlene's head
and began to thrust his cock into her mouth. He had never done
this before but it seemed to excite Mrs. Koda. The pressure on his
cock grew and grew until he knew it would only be a minute or two
before he exploded. He wondered if she would let him come in her
mouth, something he had always dreamed of. Or would she pull
away at the last moment.
Michael needn't have worried, Arlene had no intention of
letting even a drop of her prize spill to the floor. She continued to
hold his balls with her free hand, delaying his climax. She could
feel the fire building inside him, it felt so good. It had been years
since she had really sucked a cock, her husband viewed it as
sometime only the lower classes did.
Finally she released her grip and Arlene felt the first drops
of hot cum splatter against the back of her mouth. Furiously
pumping his cock with her hand, she opened wider and swallowed as
much of her student as she could. The salty white fluid filled her
as she closed her eyes and savored the tangy taste. Memories of
years past when she had a dozen different lovers flashed through
her mind, and the different taste each had. Of course that was
before she'd become Mrs. Doctor Perfect.
Words couldn't describe the ecstasy Michael felt as his
seed burst from his cock and disappeared into Mrs. Koda's mouth.
His legs felt weak, his heart raced and a cold film of sweat covered
his body. Never in his young life had he had an orgasm this intense.
It seemed like it would never end as he erupted a third and
then a fourth time. The last burst as powerful as the first. Finally
the fifth spurt signaled the end as Arlene slowed the motion of
her head and gently began to lick the length of his cock clean.
She took a final lick of his now softening cock and let it slip
from her mouth. She looked up at him, a very satisfied smile on
her face. Michael smiled back, unsure what to do next. He felt
incredibly awkward. What do you say to a married woman who had
just given you the most incredible blowjob of your life.
"Did you enjoy that?" Arlene said as she stood up.
"Oh yes." Michael said as she reached her full height.
"Good." She purred like a cat who had just finished a saucer
of milk.
Arlene then pressed her lips against Michael's, giving him a
passionate kiss. The taste of his juices was still on her lips and
when she reached into his mouth with her tongue, he sampled an
even larger measure. Once, in a moment of boyish curiosity, he had
tasted his cum after masturbating - he had hated it. Yet now, he
found it highly erotic.
Stepping back from Michael, Arlene took another drink from
her glass. She seemed to ignore Michael now, and he figured it was
time to go. It was likely that she might regret her actions after a
while and he'd rather be long gone when she did.
"I supposed that this is going to lead to another set of
drawings." She suddenly said.
"No M'am." Michael quickly answered.
"Oh?" She replied, a look of deep disappointment on her
face. "You've grown tired of me already?"
No, of course not!"
"Good, so you will draw me again?"
"If it makes you happy." Michael said, torn between a desire
to make her happy and get his ass out of there.
"Well in that case, I should make sure that you draw me as I
really am!" Arlene said as she put the now empty glass down.
As Michael watched, she reached up behind her neck and
undid the clasp of her cocktail dress. In a flourish of red, the
material fell to the floor, displaying an impressive set of breasts.
Like she had stated earlier, her nipples were indeed very
large, sitting atop wide pink crowns. The size of her breasts also
surprised Michael. Buried beneath the conservative blouses she
usually wore to school, they were in fact an impressive 36D. Even
Jenny Greene was only a 34C.
"You can take a closer look if you like." Arlene said as she
smiled and ran her fingers across her tits. "Touch them if you
want. In fact, I wouldn't even mind if you wanted to kiss them."
That did it for Michael. Whatever tomorrow brought,
tonight he was going to go for everything he could. He no longer
cared if it was the alcohol or that Mrs. Koda was just incredible
horny. All that mattered was that she obviously wanted him as
much as he wanted her. He could already feel his cock springing
back to life.
Michael cupped both breasts and moved his mouth to the
closest nipple. He heard Arlene sigh as he took it into his mouth
and began to gently suck it. If it was one thing he had learned from
dating Cindy, it was how to suck a woman's breasts. She used to
have him do it for the longest time.
His tongue traced the outline of her aureole as his fingers
massaged her other breast. He could feel the nipple growing
harder in his mouth as he covered it with his warm saliva. He
eased Arlene onto the couch and began to kiss and lick his way
across her chest until he came to her other nipple where he
repeated his performance. Arlene just laid back and closed
her eyes, a happy smile beaming across her face.
"Mmmm..soft is nice." She murmured. "But I also like it
hard. I want you to fuck me...I want you to fuck me hard!"
"Hard?" Michael repeated.
"Yes, I can see it in your drawing that's what you want too."
She continued as he again took a breast in each hand and
massaged them. "I want you to fuck me like I was a cheap slut.
Like I was a common whore!"
Michael could see the excitement in her face when she
asked to be fucked like a tramp. He'd heard of women who wanted
to be taken as part of a fantasy but never thought Mrs. Koda
would be the type. Deep down it was his most secret fantasy also,
that was what his sketches had all been about. But up to this
moment it had all been just that--fantasy.
"I've watched you and all the other boys in my class
getting hard in school." She went on. "I know you all went home
and jerked off, thinking what it would be like to sleep with me.
Now's your chance, now's your chance to fuck me! Take me as
rough as you want!"
Now totally controlled by the lust which had manifested
itself in his fantasy drawing, Michael wasted no time in fulfilling
Mrs. Koda's request. Lifting her off the couch, He eased her onto
the carpeted floor and positioned her on all fours. Taking a
position behind her, Michael stroked his hard cock as he rubbed
his cockhead against Arlene's wet hole. As he rubbed his maleness
up and down the length of her opening, Mrs. Koda pressed her
pelvis against his hardness, inviting him to enter her.
"Fuck me!" Arlene cried out as she pressed against him. "I
need you inside me so bad!"
With that, Michael thrusted forward and slid effortlessly
inside of her. As wonderful as her mouth had felt around his cock,
it was nothing compared to the tightness that now pressed
against his manhood. This was only his second attempt at
intercourse, the first having been with Cindy. That attempt
hadn't gone every well, she had been unable to take him inside her
fully, claiming that it hurt too much to continue. Mrs. Koda on the
other hand was so lubricated already that he slid in and out
without effort. He had seen this position in one of his father's
hidden adult films, and decided it was a lot more fun than the old
missionary. With a firm grip on Arlene's hips, he soon developed a
firm rhythm. One which Arlene quickly matched, timing her
gyrations to meet his forward thrusts.
The pace quickened and Michael's thrusts became more
savage, each drive seeming to penetrate deeper than the last. He
would slide his rock hardness almost all the way out, then push
forward in a furious thrust until his balls slapped against her.
Each time he looked at the naked woman stretched before him, he
thought of the hundreds of times he had imagined this. The image
caused his lust to grow more and more.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" Arlene panted as her sweat covered
body quaked in passion. "Fill me with your cock!"
Even thought he had cum only about ten minutes before,
Michael knew he would soon erupt again. This time he didn't have
the advantage of Arlene's skillful hand to delay his orgasm. His
own body was also covered with sweat, his breaths labored under
his efforts. Then in an instant of crystal clarity, the young man
had a sudden burst of inspiration. Something he had never really
imagined before, not even in the secret pages of his sketch book.
So wet had Arlene's love canal become and so intense had
Michael's thrusts become, he had slipped out of her more than a
few times. He was usually back within her before she could
even notice. This time he pulled out deliberately.
In her sexual ecstasy, it was several seconds before Arlene
realized that Michael was no longer within her. A look of
desperation filled her face as she began to turn her head and look
over her shoulder to see what had happened. She was so close to
what she knew would be a truly awesome climax - he couldn't stop
now. To her relief, Michael was already guiding his wonderful cock
back to her womanhood.
No sooner had she turned her head forward again, Arlene
felt the sudden pressure against her anus. Realizing what Michael
intended, she was suddenly very sober. She opened her mouth to
protest. Arlene got as far as forming an O when her tight pucker
hole parted and Michael's highly lubricated cock filled her.
"AAAAAA!" She yelled as she felt Michael's balls slam
against her firm round asscheeks. So cum covered was his cock
that his full length slid in on the very first try.
As suddenly as he had entered her, Michael pulled back and
repeated his initial thrust. To Arlene's relief and surprise, this
time didn't hurt as much. By the fifth or sixth penetration , it
was actually beginning to feel good.
Lowering her head to the floor where she could rest on one
arm, Arlene reached back between her legs with the other hand
and began to furiously rub herself. She slid three fingers into her
pussy while she rubbed against her button with her thumb.
As tight as Arlene's pussy had been, her ass was
unbelievable. Michael never made it to the tenth stroke as he felt
a surge of hot cum erupt from his balls and fill her ass as he
began his ninth. He pulled her buttocks against him, driving as
deep into her as he could. His legs felt rubbery as he felt his
energy drain from his body into his loins. Then from there it
passed from his body into hers.
Mrs. Koda lasted a few moments longer. Spurred on her the
ministrations of her own hand, something she'd had long hours of
practice at, Arlene pushed herself over the edge. Her body
quaked and bucked like a bitch in heat. She couldn't manage
words, a few animalistic grunts were all that flowed from her.
Even in the movies, Michael had never seen a woman climax
like that. It scared him a moment when he thought she might be
having some kind of seizure.
Finally, Arlene dropped to the floor, her energy spent.
Feeling a little weak himself and unsure what to do. Michael
dropped down and laid next to her.
It was ten minutes before Mrs. Koda opened her eyes and
looked at him. A sudden fear filled him as he looked into her deep
green orbs. Would she suddenly realize how far she had gone and
blame him. What if she called it rape? After all, no matter who
started it, he had forced his way into her ass.
Michael needn't had worried. A wide smile beamed back at
him as she leaned over and kissed him lightly.
"Thank you." She said softly.
"I should be the one thanking you." Michael answered back,
her smile reflected on his own face.
Michael dressed quickly as Arlene covered herself with a
robe. Glancing at the clock, he hoped his parents hadn't called
Bobby's house to check on him. He knew Bobby would cover for
him, it would be easier to say he was there than to explain why he
had stayed at Mrs. Koda's house so long.
"I guess I'd better be going." Mike said, feeling suddenly
very awkward. What do you say to your Teacher after you've just
fucked the life out of her.
"Don't forget your book." Mrs. Koda said as Michael began
to head for the door.
"Would you believe that I almost forgot all about it."
Michael laughed.
Mrs. Koda held out the book to him, then abruptly pulled it
back. Michael eyes opened wide in surprise. Was this some new
game?
Arlene quickly opened to the pages covered with sketches
of Michael and herself. She flipped them until she opened to the
page she was looking for. Smiling, she ripped the page out of
the book.
"A little souvenir." She said with a grin as she again held
out the sketch book to him.
This time he took it and quickly placed it under his arm.
Curious, he asked to see what drawing she had torn out and why.
To his surprise, it was the full page close-up of her giving a
blowjob. She said she had picked that one because it was the only
picture that was undoubtedly her. Only the cock and mid-section
of the boy appeared in the sketch but she said she would always
know who's cock it had been.
Her attention riveted to the souvenir, Michael excused
himself and quickly let himself out.
Michael was relieved when it was announced on Monday
morning that Mrs. Koda wouldn't be returning fore the last two
weeks of school. Some personal problems at home it was rumored.
The two weeks passed quickly, and before he knew it graduation
day arrived.
After the ceremony, Michael and Bobby met their families
in the parking lot. He wasn't really paying attention to all the
things people were saying to him, the day had been too much of
a whirl of images. He hadn't even noticed the tall woman who had
come up behind his parents.
"May I also render my congratulation." Arlene Koda said as
she stepped up alongside Mrs. Rossi.
"Gee, thanks Mrs. Koda." Bobby said quickly, hoping that
this was going to be the last person to want to congratulate them.
The sooner they got out of here, the sooner they could start to
party.
It was a few seconds before Michael could find his voice.
He finally managed a weak thank you.
"You have a very talented son here, Mr. and Mrs. Rossi."
Arlene said with a smile. "I think he has a good future ahead of
him with his ability."
"Why thank you." Mrs. Rossi replied.
"Yes, we're really going to miss him at Peterson next year."
Arlene said.
"You're going to be here next year?" Michael asked,
suddenly finding his voice.
"Yes I will." Arlene answered. "Originally it looked like I
wouldn't be able to, but things have changed in the last few
weeks. I was able to convinced my husband that it was more
beneficial to his career that I stay at Peterson than spending
all my time doing society work."
"Well if that's what you really want, then good for you."
Mrs. Rossi, not really sure what the young woman was talking
about.
"By the way Michael, I really meant what I said about your
ability." Arlene said. "In fact, if you really don't have a summer
job yet, I'd like to hire you to do a portrait of me for my house.
I'm going to spend the summer redecorating it. My husband has
given me a blank check so I'm sure I could make it worth the
effort. "
"That's wonderful!" Mrs. Rossi gushed. "If you're sure he
could do your portrait justice."
"Oh I've no doubt of that." Arlene said beaming. "I'm
positive that Michael could bring out the real me."
Michael just grinned in reply. Already picturing the poses
they could try out over the summer.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 1996
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