"Hey, you wanna go to the park and play frisbee after school?" Justin asked his best friend, Sean, as they navigated the crowded hallway of Wordsworth High School.

"Nah, I got tryouts."

"Tryouts?"

"Yeah, for the One Acts." Sean stopped at a floor length locker, spun the dial of the combination lock back and forth a few times, and opened the latch.

"One Acts?" Justin said, leaning back against the next locker over.

"Yeah, you know, One Acts? One act plays?" He stuffed the stack of books he was carrying onto the top shelf of the locker, scattering a couple of crumpled balls of paper to the floor, which he kicked nonchalantly off to the side.

Justin snorted a sort of laugh, shaking his head. "I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about."

Sean's head was now ensconced in his locker, and he was rifling through an enormous pile of what appeared to be trash. "Where the fuck is my Spanish book?" Sean's muffled voice wafted from the locker. More crumpled up pieces of paper flew out and onto the floor as he rummaged around.

"¿Dónde está mi libro de español?" Justin said with a grin.

"¿¡Dónde está mi fucking libro!?" Sean's muffled voice responded. "Ah, aquí!" He stood up, triumphantly showing his Spanish book to the world, simultaneously kicking the crumpled up paper balls across the hall and closing his locker door.

"So, come on man, frisbee!" Justin said as they continued down the hall, filled full of kids going from one classroom to another.

"Nope, tryouts."

"For the One Acts."

"Exactly!"

"God you drama nerds are complete losers. Do you realize that no one has any fucking idea what you're talking about? What are 'One Acts?'"

"They're short plays. You know, one act plays? We always put on like three one act plays in the fall."

"And you're going to skip playing frisbee with your best friend on a beautiful day so that you can try out for some loser plays?"

"Damn right," Sean answered. "You know Cassie? The freshman? She told me she's going to try out. I hope we get into the same play. I'm aiming for the lead in Cooperstown, and I told her to go for the part of the boss's daughter. Then we'll have a kissing scene!"

"Cassie Martin?" Justin said. "She's kinda flat, isn't she?"

"God you're so predictable," Sean said as the two boys rounded a corner into another crowded hallway. "I think she's cute as hell. All the girls in drama are cute."

"Sure..." Justin dripped with sarcasm.

"Besides, if it's big tits you want," Sean continued his rebuttal, "Mackenzie Holmes is one of the stars. Ms. Mathieu loves her."

"Mackenzie Holmes? The senior?!?"

"Yep! And if she has to make a really quick costume change in the middle of a play, you might get to see her in her bra!"

"Holy fuck, are you serious?" Justin stopped walking and just stared at his friend.

"Sure, I've seen lots of girls in their bras." Sean continued on, Justin hurrying to catch up, winding through the hallway that was beginning to thin as the kids started finding their way to classrooms before the tardy bell rang.

"God damn," Justin said, almost to himself. "Mackenzie Holmes, in her bra."

"And you do know that Ms. Mathieu is the drama coach, right?"

Justin was only vaguely aware of who Ms. Mathieu was. "Isn't she the French teacher?"

"Yep! And she's the drama coach. She's actually French, you know. She's from Paris or something. And she's single now! She got divorced last year I guess." Sean and Justin turned to walk into their Spanish class, right as the bell gave forth its deafening ring. "She's got nice tits, don't you think?"

Justin shrugged, then plopped into his chair. He hadn't noticed, and usually he'd notice something like that.

"Buenas tardes, estudiantes," Senora Jacobson said.

"So how 'bout it?" Sean half-whispered to his friend. "You gonna come to tryouts tonight?"

Justin snorted. "God it's like you're in a fucking cult. Sure, why not? I can't play frisbee with my best friend after school, apparently. What else do I have to do?"

Sean gave a little fist pump, and opened up his book. Justin rolled his eyes.

Justin found that he was remarkably nervous, as he sat in the front row of the auditorium at Wordsworth High School. The nervousness made him feel very foolish. It made him feel like a "drama nerd." It wasn't that he was worried about making a fool out of himself; while there were lots of kids in the auditorium, they were mostly milling about, chatting mutedly or paging through scripts. Very few of them were paying any attention to the auditions. The only people paying any heed at all were Ms. Mathieu and three seniors sitting with her in the middle of the sixth row. The three seniors, Justin had come to learn, had been selected to direct each of the "One Acts."

After what seemed like a nightmarishly long time, two or three hours at least, during which Justin sat in the front row becoming increasingly fidgety, Ms. Mathieu finally called his name from a sheet she had in front of her. Justin stood and looked around for Sean, who was standing near the back exit, his arm up on the wall, leaning over someone who was shrouded in shadow but surely must be that little freshman he's hot for. Cassie whatever. At least Sean managed to look up and give Justin a "thumbs up" as he walked as determinedly as he could to the left-most steps that swept up to the stage. He was glad that he managed not to trip and fall along the way.

Justin recited the lines they'd handed out with what he thought was a ridiculous monotone. But at least he didn't stumble over any words, like half the people who'd gone before him. Still, he was thinking as he walked off the stage, he hadn't done very well. One of the student directors even laughed a couple times. Not that he really cared, he had no interest in being a drama nerd, but visions of Mackenzie Holmes in her bra danced disappointingly in his eyes, dimming from hopeful expectation to standard sophomore fantasy.

Afterwards, Justin hung around awkwardly while Sean and Cassie Martin continued their endless flirty chatting. But, several of her friends were there, cute little freshman, and he did his best to act charming. They seemed to be appreciative, and he found himself thankful that Sean didn't seem to have any intention of leaving anytime soon.

"Justin?" he heard someone say his name, and he turned and saw one of the student directors. The one who'd laughed during his tryout, in fact. "I'm Rodney." He stuck his hand out for a handshake.

A bit mystified, Justin shook his hand.

"Listen," the senior said, "I don't get to make the final decision, that's Yvette's call, but I think you'd be perfect for a particular role in the play I'm directing."

"Really?" Justin said, genuinely surprised.

"It's not the lead. You'll be the sidekick."

"Sidekick?"

"Yeah. You're bank robbers. It's a crime caper comedy."

"A 'crime--?'"

"Caper comedy!" the senior finished for him. "And I loved your deadpan delivery. It was perfect for this character."

"Deadpan?"

"Exactly. Listen, I can get you a copy of the script, if you want to look it over. It's called 'Caught!' With an exclamation point."

"With an exclamation point."

"Right. Caught!, with an exclamation point."

At this point, one of the cute freshman interrupted the conversation. "What? You already have a role? I'm so jealous!"

Justin grinned at her, then turned to the senior. "Sure, I'll take a look at the script."

"What play is it?" the cute freshman asked him.

"Caught!, with an exclamation point," he answered. "It's a crime caper comedy."

"Awesome!"

A week later, Justin was sitting in the front row of the auditorium, waiting for the first "read through" to begin.

"Hey!" he heard someone say, and the cute freshman from the week before bubbled up and sat down in the chair next to him. "I got a part in Caught!, too!" She smiled enthusiastically at him, showing the glitter of braces on her teeth.

"Cool!"

"It's not nearly as big a role as yours, but still! My first high school play!"

"That's awesome!"

"I know! My name's Ashley." She stuck her hand out.

"Justin," he replied, shaking the hand.

Ashley was cute, that's for sure, bright blue eyes and straight blond hair cut in a smart little bob, held back with a hair band. She looked a little "throw-back preppie," as was common among the richies at school, and furthermore, she looked like she might be a sixth grader, not a freshman in high school. Not exactly Justin's type, but it's not like he could afford to be picky. She appeared to have even less to offer in the bosom department than her friend Cassie, which added to the sixth grader look, but she had one feature that a high school boy will always find attractive in a girl--she seemed to be into him. Justin began to understand exactly what Sean liked so much in Cassie Martin.

Then Ms. Mathieu walked up and sat down on the edge of the stage, and Justin's attention was completely diverted from Ashley. Ms. Mathieu was wearing a blazer over a tight white shirt, and while the blazer hid most of what was attracting his attention, he could see enough to know that Sean was right; the woman definitely had a nice rack. If only she'd take that jacket off...

And she did. She pulled the jacket off and tossed it back behind her on stage. The white shirt--a tank top--clung to her chest, showing the precise shape of two very perfect breasts, not overly large, but full and round, and Justin couldn't keep his eyes off of them. He saw her smiling, right at him, and he knew he'd been busted. He quickly went back to paying attention to Ashley, pretending that nothing had happened.

"Okay, kids," Rodney, the senior director, announced. "Time to start!"

The read-through went surprisingly well. Justin actually found himself enjoying it! He tried to deliver his lines as "deadpan" as he could, and it seemed to work. There were a lot of giggles. Although in truth, at least half of them were from Ashley.

Afterwards, Ashley was her usual bubbly self. "That was so much fun!" she said. "You're so good! You're so funny!"

"You're really good, too." He tried to sound sincere.

"Oh, don't be silly. I only have a little part. But that's okay! I get to hang out with you!"

He laughed. Ashley sure was a fun girl. "No, I'm serious, you're good." He sounded more sincere this time.

"Are you walking home? We could walk home together! At least, if we're going the same way..."

Justin spied Ms. Mathieu walking towards the exit, her jacket over her arm, her tight shirt attracting his attention again.

"Sure," he said to Ashley's idea. "Just a sec."

"Ms. Mathieu!" he said, hurrying over to interrupt the drama coach's exit. She paused, and Justin continued, "I just wanted to say thanks for giving me a chance."

"Call me Yvette," the woman said with a pronounced French accent. "Everyone in the Drama Club does."

"Okay, 'Yvette.'"

Ms. Mathieu smiled. It was a million dollar smile. Justin felt his cock twitch at the sight of it. She was a good-looking woman, he realized, apart from her nice tits; tall and athletic, with a long neck and sculpted face. She might have been a model, at least when she was younger. She's probably in her mid-thirties now, Justin guessed, but still, she carries it well. A classic look about her. He wondered how he hadn't noticed her before. Is he losing his touch?

"I think you're tailor-made for this role," she said.

"I'm enjoying it, it's just, this is my first play, so..."

"Oh! Well, if you need any help with your lines, feel free to stop by my room after school."

"I'm sure I'll need lots of help with my lines." Justin said, mostly out of an honest belief that he'd need a lot of help, but partly out of a desire to hang out for a while with Ms. Mathieu's tits--er, I mean, with Ms. Mathieu.

"Good!" Ms. Mathieu gave him that same million-dollar model's smile. Justin almost creamed his pants. Then she lifted her hand a bit in a wave goodbye, and headed to the exit. Justin returned to Ashley.

"Ms. Mathieu's so nice, isn't she?" Ashley bubbled. She didn't wait for an answer. "So you're gonna walk me home?"

"Sure!"

"Yay! Let's go!"

As they walked up to the exit, Ashley reached over and took his hand.

Justin had to admit he liked holding hands with the cute freshman, but he was worried that they might run into Ms. Mathieu, and he really didn't want her to see him holding hands with a silly bubbly young girl. He wanted her to think he was more sophisticated than that. But, it was inevitable. The French teacher was getting into her car when she spotted them and waved.

Justin dropped Ashley's hand, quicker than he'd intended, to return the wave.

"Oh! There's Ms. Mathieu!" Ashley said. "Let's go over and say 'hi!'" She grabbed his hand again, and dragged him along with her to the teacher's car.

"Bonjour, Mademe Mathieu!" Ashley said, still holding Justin's hand.

"Bonjour, Ashley. And hello, Justin.'

"Hello, Ms... Yvette."

Ms. Mathieu gave him that same smile.

Ashley looked sideways at him, surprised to hear him call the teacher by her Christened name. But without missing a beat, she looked back at Ms. Mathieu and bubbled, "Justin's walking me home!"

"Well, that's very gentlemanly of him," Ms. Mathieu responded, looking right at Justin and smiling as she spoke.

Ashley giggled. "I know! He's a gentleman." She looked looked up at him, with her own smile, her braces glittering from the lights of the parking lot.

"Well, be safe!" Ms. Mathieu said. As she got in her car, she gave Justin one last smile.

"Ms. Mathieu's so nice, don't you think?" Once again she didn't wait for a reply, just bubbled right past the question. "I'm in her French class, third period."

"Nice." Justin couldn't help but notice that Ms. Mathieu's headlights shone right on him and Ashley, holding hands, as the teacher pulled out of the parking lot.

Ashley bubbled even more on the walk to her house. "Rodney's a really good director, don't you think?"

"Sure..."

"It's cool that Cassie and Sean got the parts they wanted. I wish Cassie was in Caught! with us, but she really wanted to be in the same play as Sean. They have a kissing scene, did you know that?"

"So I've heard."

"Cassie says they're already practicing for it!"

"Nice."

"I know, I'm so jealous!" Ashley said. "I wish we had kissing scene! Or even just a scene together. I should be the banker's daughter, don't you think? I don't know why they gave that part to stupid old Emily Banth instead of me. If I was the banker's daughter, at least we could be alone together on stage for a little bit, even if it isn't a kissing scene."

"Yeah" Justin answered, not really sure what else to say.

But Ashley didn't really seem to notice his lack of response. She just kept right on bubbling. "I love this park!" Ashley said, pulling him along with her as she veered from the sidewalk into a little wooded lot.

"Yeah, it's a cool park."

"I've been coming here since I was a kid! Hey, you want to see the tree I always used to climb?"

"Sure!" He managed a little genuine enthusiasm this time. Tree climbing was a bit more Justin's style than kissing on stage.

They walked through the grass into the woods, and Ashley led Justin by the hand to a big old oak tree. "You just climb up onto this," she said, demonstrating, "and this, and then you can crawl out on this big branch..."

Justin followed her, and shortly they were both sitting on the branch. He put his arm around her, and she looked at him, smiling. He leaned his face towards hers, and they kissed. When their faces parted, he could see in the dim light that Ashley had a big braces-revealing grin.

"You want to practice kissing, just like Cassie and Sean!" she said.

Justin laughed, then leaned into her again, and they proceed to make out on the big limb of that oak tree, tonguing each other for the next ten minutes like a couple of horny teenagers. Half-way into the makeout session, Justin set a hand on her belly and started slyly sliding it up. She reached up her hand, as if to interfere with the progress of his, though she was a second too late and his hand found its intended destination just before hers arrived. She didn't pull his away, though. She left it in place on top of her breast, cupping her fingers around his hand, almost like her intention was to encourage him to squeeze her little tit.

"I'm sorry it's so small," she said during a pause in the kissing.

He gave her his most reassuring smile. "I think it's cute!"

"Really??"

"Yes!" Emboldened, he slipped a finger between two buttons of her shirt and slid his hand over, the finger now on her bra. "I think you're sexy!"

"Really?!?" She took a deep breath, almost a sigh, as his finger found her nipple though the thin fabric of her bra. "I've never had a guy feel me up before," she said. "I've never had a boyfriend before." She put her hand on his knee, and he reached his free hand down and put it on top of hers. And then, with practiced skill, Justin started urging her hand to move up his leg. And while they kissed, sucking on each other's tongues, and while his finger played with her nipple through her bra, he finally managed to get her hand on his swollen cock. She seemed to try to take it away at this point, but he held it there, and eventually her fingers began curiously tracing the shape of his erection, until a few seconds later she more forcefully withdrew her hand and broke their kiss.

"I probably should get home soon," she said. "My parents will--"

"Okay." He tried not to sound as frustrated as he was.

She gave him a look of concern. "I know you probably want to go further..."

"No, it's fine."

"I'm just really nervous, you're my first real boyfriend and I don't really know..."

"It's fine, Ashley," he said, and he started clambering down the tree.

As they held hands, walking the last block to her house, she wasn't her usually bubbliness. She was quiet for a bit, and Justin was increasingly worried that he'd he'd gone too far, that he'd made her mad. But eventually, she said, "It's not that I don't want to go further."

He tried to smile as reassuringly as possible. "Seriously, it's fine, Ashley. I'm sorry if I--"

"Maybe next time?" she interrupted. "Maybe we can go further next time?"

He tried not to grin like a horny sophomore. "Okay," he said, putting his newly discovered deadpan skills to work.

Ashley stood up on her tip-toes and kissed him on the cheek, then dashed up the walkway to her house.

Ms. Mathieu leaned against her desk, script in hand, while Justin sat in a chair in the front row of the class, reciting lines. She offered encouragement, and criticism.

Justin was pretty happy to get to hang out one-on-one with the beautiful woman, but his mind wasn't fully invested in the coaching session. The only reason he'd even asked her for help was to kill time while Ashley met in the library with some classmates to work on a project, and when she was done, they were going to his house, where they would have the place to themselves for two hours before his parents got home from work. His mind was reeling at the possibilities. How far would she actually let him go? How far would she go?

"It's important to understand your character's motivation," Ms. Mathieu was saying. "What do you think his motivation is in this scene?"

"I guess..." Justin ventured, hopeful that he might seem remotely thoughtful to Ms. Mathieu, "he's kinda hot for the girl, right?"

Ms. Mathieu flashed that smile at him. "Yes, but..."

"And she's rich, I mean, her dad's rich, so she's way out of his league. You know, he's just a criminal. A bank robber--and she works at the bank!"

Ms. Mathieu nodded. "So, how do guys feel, when they know a girl is out of their league?"

He looked over at her. "Um, desperate?" he offered, a little embarrassed.

"Don't ask me! Tell me! You're the guy in this room!"

"It's frustrating," he said, "because, you know, you really like the girl and she's hot, but she's out of your league."

A smile slowly formed on Ms. Mathieu's face, a sly, sardonic look. The sexiest smile she'd given him yet. He felt himself get painfully hard. She opened her mouth to give a reply, but what it might have been, he wouldn't find out, because at that moment Ashley appeared in the doorway.

"All done!" she said. "Bonjour, Mademe Mathieu."

"Bonjour, Ashley. Are you two heading out?" She turned to Justin. "I won't keep you, but come back again soon, I'd like to talk with you more about your character's motivations."

Justin nodded, feeling a bit bewildered, and Ashley took his hand. "Au revoir," she said, pulling him out of the room.

"Ms. Mathieu is so nice!" Ashley said, yet again, as they left the school and started walking to his house. "I can't believe how much she's working with you!"

"I know!"

"I bet she has a crush on you!"

"What?" Justin was worried that he sounded a bit too defensive.

"She seems extra nice to you," Ashley said.

"Are you jealous of Ms. Mathieu?" Justin tried to tease the girl.

"No!" she said. "I think it's cute. And I like it because you're my boyfriend, not hers. I like that she's hot for my boyfriend!"

"She's like thirty-five," Justin said.

"So? You hear about that sort of thing all the time, older teachers having sex with students."

"I don't think Ms. Mathieu wants to have sex with me," Justin said.

"Probably not," Ashley giggled. "But don't you call her by her first name these days?"

"Yeah, I guess. She asked me to."

"See?!?"

Justin laughed. "Don't be jealous. She says everyone in drama calls her Yvette."

"She never told me to."

"Maybe because you're in her French class?"

"Maybe because she's jealous!"

"Why would she be jealous?"

"Because I'm your girlfriend, and she's hot for you!"

Justin laughed again. "I doubt it."

"I don't!"

When they arrived at Justin's house, he led her down to the basement game room. She had admiring things to say about his gaming set-up, but chatting about consoles was not what he had in mind for their afternoon date. She, however, seemed to fall back into her nervous, inexperienced mode the moment they were on the couch together and Justin had is arm around her shoulder. How can a girl who's normally so bubbly and flirty be so annoyingly coy when it came time to get to business? Cassie wasn't like this with Sean, at least not according to Sean.

But, soon enough, they were kissing again. And despite her "I'm a nervous freshman" routine, she was a very enthusiastic kisser, and Justin quickly discovered that the longer they kissed, the more she let down her guard, and within a few minutes, he'd at least advanced as far as he'd gotten the first day. But like any red-blooded teenage boy, he wasn't satisfied with merely the same achievements--he already had the reward for "hand on tit over shirt." Today, he intended to at least earn the achievement "hand on tit under bra," although his real goal was "hand down pants, finger in pussy."

The first was easy enough. Ashley even helped him with a few buttons as he opened her shirt, and while a nervous hand gripped at his when he felt her up, she was a too late, if indeed stopping him was her goal; he already had his hand slipped under the bra and his fingers were on bare tit. Bare nipple.

Progress from there was slower, but Justin was a determined fifteen year old boy who had been to this dance a few times already, while his conquest was inexperienced and easy to foil, and not without her own interests as well. So by the time they heard the front door opening, heralding the arrival of his parents, his hand was down her pants, his middle finger aggressively exploring the humid wetness of her fourteen year old pussy, and her hand was down his pants, where she did little more than inexpertly slide her fingers up and down his shaft.

She had a frightened look on her face when they heard his parents, and she fumbled with the buttons on her shirt, but managed to look presentable before they came down to say hello. She and Justin had a good giggle afterwards, thick with the excitement and nervous relief of having almost been caught in the act.

"You should sit over here," Ms. Mathieu said, patting the space next to her as she leaned against her desk. "Acting is a physical thing. You need to practice the physical elements, as much as the vocal."

And so Justin joined her at her desk, leaning back against it. He got the distinct impression that she moved closer to him when he did.

"We were talking about your character's motivations the other day," she said.

"Yeah..."

"You mentioned that the girl was unattainable."

"Right."

"Have you given it any more thought?" she asked him.

"Not really," he answered, feeling a bit foolish that he hadn't.

"Well, I have," she announced. "And I think there's two things wrong, or at least 'slightly off,' about your theory."

"Okay..." Justin was mystified about why she was focusing so much on this one minor scene with the banker's daughter.

"First," Ms. Mathieu continued, "she may be out of his league, but he doesn't lack for confidence, does he?"

"No..."

"Most of the time, you do a good job playing him with the appropriate 'swagger.' I love that about how you play the role, it adds to the humor and to the overall theme--the hubris of the characters. I don't think you want to lose that just because he's with a girl that's out of his league."

"Okay," Justin nodded. "I agree."

Ms. Mathieu gave him her winning smile. "And then the other thing I was thinking about... We haven't talked at all about her motivations. How do you think she feels about him?

"Um, well, I guess she likes him? But she's a little stuck up?"

"I'm not sure I agree that she is 'stuck up.' I do agree that she likes him, but she can't really act on it. It would be socially unacceptable for her to act on it. What if they got caught?" Ms. Mathieu laughed. "I wonder if the playwright was intentionally alluding to getting caught in this scene, given that the name of the play is Caught!."

"Maybe," Justin said doubtfully.

"Well, anyway, she really wants to be with him, but she feels like she can't, because of stupid social rules. And worse, even; she might lose her job if they're caught. That's very frustrating for her! I think you're misinterpreting her being aloof or 'stuck up,' with her being frustrated!"

Justin realized that Ms. Mathieu was looking at him. Like, looking at him. And it dawned on him, painfully slowly, but it did dawn on him, that she was not actually talking about the script anymore. He'd been wondering why she was talking so much about this one fairly minor scene, but as he looked at her, he realized that she was really talking about them. About her and him. In an instant, he was flush, sweat breaking out of his pores, his cock rising quickly. Ms. Mathieu--Yvette--just said she wants to be with me, didn't she? No, that's crazy, of course she didn't! But Ashley's words were ringing in his brain right then: "You hear about that sort of thing all the time, older teachers having sex with students."

And even as he was thinking this, Ms. Mathieu put a hand on his knee. "I'm sorry," she said. "I get a little carried away sometimes." She hopped off the desk, yawned and stretched, causing her beautiful tits to stand out right in front of his face. He stared, unabashedly, and she gave him her smile before adding, "It's getting late."

Justin stood. "Right, I should be getting home."

"Your girlfriend's not waiting for you today?" she asked.

"No..."

"Oh! Well then..." Justin felt extremely awkward as he stood in front of her. But she gave him that smile, and reached out and took his hands. "You're nervous, aren't you?" she said.

He gulped, and nodded.

"I am, too," she said. Then she leaned into him, and kissed him, a little peck on the lips. "You better go," she dropped his hands, "before I do something I'll regret."

Justin didn't want to leave. He wanted her to do something she would regret. He had no idea what to do, or what to say. "I..." he stammered, "I..."

She laughed. "You don't want to cheat on cute little Ashley. I can tell how into her you are."

"No!" he interjected. "I mean, I'm way more into you!"

She laughed again. "I'm sorry if I led you on," she said, shaking her head. "This was a bad idea. I've never done this before." She brushed a knuckle on his cheek. "It's just, you're so beautiful, and the way you look at me..."

"You're beautiful, too!'

"You are such a charmer, Justin Ballentine. No wonder Ashley likes you so much. Look, I don't think we can really have a relationship or anything, I'm sure you understand."

Justin hesitated, wanting to protest, but then nodded.

"But... What the fuck." She walked over to the door to her classroom, peeked out the window to the hallway outside, and pulled the shade. "You only live once, right?"

Justin stood, dumbstruck mute and his heart pounding in his chest, as the French teacher walked back to him. She took his hand and he stumbled awkwardly as she pulled him over to the bank of large windows looking over a grassy field. There were a couple of kids kicking a soccer ball around outside, and she pulled the shade on that window, too.

"I'm not going to make a regular habit of this," Ms. Mathieu said, almost more to herself than him, turned to him and kissed him, square on the lips. A very emphatic kiss this time. And then she knelt down in front of him. She unbuttoned his pants, and unzipped them, and pulled them down. The bulge in his briefs was quite prominent, and he saw her smile, staring at it. She licked her lips as she reached up to the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down as well.

Justin wasn't exactly hung like a porn star, but like most fifteen year old boys, he had a man-sized cock nevertheless, even if his physique otherwise still retained some of its scrawny adolescence. Ms. Mathieu gave it a brief, longing stare, then looked up at him.

"I'm only doing this so you can get your character right," she said. "This is what the banker's daughter would do. This is what you would expect her to do."

Justin nodded, still rendered speechless. His mind was clouded, confounded, drained of any thought and drained perhaps of blood as well, his pounding heart rushing all available blood to his aggressively stiffened cock. A more disinterested observer, though, would have doubted the veracity of Ms. Mathieu's words. She appeared to be interested in a great deal more than coaching an inspiring actor, when she looked back down at his swollen head, opened her mouth, and slid down onto it.

Justin had gotten a couple blow jobs in his life, the first when he was twelve years old from a friend's little sister, who wanted to find out what it was like, and the second last year from a girl name Susie, with whom he had had a steamy, but short-lived, affair. But neither of them were particularly good at the act. It was the first time for both, and Justin was in no position to give them any instruction, and while both times had been amazing experiences, they'd ended early, and unsuccessful in the ultimate goal.

But Ms. Mathieu, oh lord Ms. Mathieu, this was a completely different experience. From the very first moment that her lips locked around his head, he was lost. Completely overcome with excitement and lust and feelings he'd never felt before--Ms. Mathieu made him feel like a man. Not a boy, not some teenage loser with a crush on the drama coach, but a man. For the first minute of the experience, she held his head in her warm mouth in an almost passive manner, jaw dropped, tongue flat, and she gently moved a fisted hand up and down his rigid staff. Eventually she pulled off, looked up at him and smiled, and then opened her mouth even wider. This time, when she leaned into him, she didn't stop with just his head. She continued leaning into him, sliding her lips down his shaft until he felt the tip of his cockhead pause at the entrance to her throat. She swallowed, then looked up at him again and swallowed again, this time timing the swallow with a forward motion of her head, and his cockhead slid down her throat.

Justin had never felt anything like this before, not even in his most intimate dreams. Her throat was tight, clenching around his head, and she held him there in the narrow spit- and phlegm-infused passage for a heartbeat, and another, and another, before she pulled off, her chest raising dramatically, repeatedly, as she panted, a string of spittle leading from her mouth to his cockhead, a foam of drool rolling down her chin. Then she opened wide and sank his cock into her throat again.

This time, she didn't hold him there, but began rocking, his cockhead sliding in the gripping confines of her neck. Three, four, five times she bobbed her head, and then pulled back, keeping him in her mouth and panting around his head, then down again, his cock burrowing into her, deep, deeper, until her chin was against his balls and her lips around his base. Again she held him there, and to his shock, to his utter amazement, he felt that sudden surge, his balls clenching and his body charging. Ms. Mathieu, apparently unaware of what was happening to Justin, pulled off entirely with another chest-heaving pant just as he exploded, firing an enormous shot of semen, like only a teenage boy can do, point-blank onto her nose and cheek. Instinctively she turned away for the second shot, which resulted in a glancing blow against her cheek and ear, soaking her hair with cum. She gained her senses then, and turned back and engulfed his spasming cock in her mouth and kept him in until he finished.

Ms. Mathieu stood as she gulped down the semen in her mouth, gave him a big smile, and said, "Holy shit."

"Yeah," he said meekly, reaching down to pull his pants back on.

"Well," the teacher panted, "I hope you learned something about your character's motivations today."

Justin nodded.

"We'll talk more about it next time."

He nodded again.

Sean and Cassie, and Justin and Ashley, had a double-date that Friday night. Cassie's dad drove them to the movie theater, and picked them up afterwards, and they went back to her house for pizza and popcorn to work on their parts. Dress rehearsal was a week away, and the performance the night after that, and Justin was getting nervous as hell about it. He knew he needed all the help he could get from the other three members of his double-date friend group, who were much more experienced thespians than he.

But the evening's stage was set at the movie theater. The instant the lights went down, Sean and Cassie were "rehearsing for their kissing scene," and they barely came up to breathe for the next two hours. Justin felt odd and uncomfortable, just sitting there with Ashley while their friends made out, so he tried to get her to join along in the festivities. Because, really, what else was he supposed to do, sit there and feel like a heel while he and Ashley try to ignore the other two? But Ashley repeatedly rebuffed his advances. She wanted to actually watch the movie.

By the time they got back to Cassie's house, Justin was as annoyed and frustrated as a fifteen year old male could possibly be, with his body spiking full of adolescent hormones and his balls hurting from too much desire and not enough attention.

They actually did work on their lines a bit while they ate the pizza and watched some anime, but a few minutes after the pizza was gone, Sean and Cassie were underneath a blanket on the couch and going at it with even more vigor than they had been at the movie. Justin wasn't exactly sure what they were up to under that blanket, but he was fairly certain that they'd be having actual sex before the night was done. He found a blanket for him and Ashley as well, but she was her usual stubbornly reluctant self, and it took fifteen minutes of Justin's best maneuvering just to get a hand down her pants. His dream of getting another blow job that night, even one considerably less skillfully administered than Ms. Mathieu's, proved fleeting, and was dashed entirely when Sean and Cassie finished, both of them all smiles, and the double-date came to a close.

Justin was mentally exhausted, completely drained, after he and Ms. Mathieu spent a solid hour going through the entire script for Caught! He recited from memory, acting out the scenes with stage markings in the form of Xs made of masking tape on the dusty floor of the auditorium stage. She gave him tips, reminded him to remember his character's motivations, and kept him constantly focused on the deadpan humor of his role. And now, he was exhausted. But despite the exhaustion, he actually felt much better; in fact, for the first time since his involvement in this stupid project, he was starting to get a sense of confidence about it. Which was weird, because Justin rarely lacked for confidence. Drama was turning him into a helpless ball of nerves. But Ms. Mathieu was helping him to finally feel good about himself again.

"How do you feel?" she asked him as she took his hand and led him backstage.

"Okay," he answered. "My brain hurts."

She laughed. "Just you wait. When you're in front of an audience, that brain hurt turns into an adrenaline rush that you will never believe."

"I kinda just want it to be over."

"I get that." She hopped up to sit on a table and patted the space next to her, inviting him to join her. "You usually reach that point about right now. That's a good sign, though. It means you're well prepared."

"I think maybe I am?" He joined her at the table. Even though he intentionally sat close to her, he felt her move even closer, so that their bodies were touching. "I'm really nervous," he said. She gave him her million dollar smile. "I mean, I was nervous, but now I'm feeling pretty good."

"Nice. That's the goal!"

"I just can't believe that it'll be over soon. I know I said I want it to be over, but--"

"That's why the cast party is so much fun," Ms. Mathieu interjected. "Everyone is tired and glad that it's over, but everyone is also sad. Everyone is really emotionally vested in it." Justin nodded along. "Cast parties are always fun. Are you planning to come?"

"I wouldn't miss it!"

"Good!" Justin felt Ms. Mathieu move her hand to on top of his. "We might even get a chance to sneak away for a little while, and--"

Justin's heart skipped and his cock lurched. "What about right now?" he interrupted her in what was nearly a whisper.

Ms. Mathieu laughed. "Is your girlfriend around today?"

"She's got soccer practice until five."

"Well, that gives us a little time!" She gave him a big grin.

"Can we have sex?" he asked her, like only a hopeful fifteen year old could do. His heart was slamming in his chest.

"Slow down there, Romeo," she said, laughing some more.

"Please???"

She lifted his hand. "Not today. I don't think we have time."

"I just really want--" His words caught in his throat, when she moved his hand to her breast. She smiled at him, and his heart raced and skipped and lurched and his fingers began to explore, squeezing, searching, experiencing the softest, kindest, most wonderful breast he'd ever touched.

"I really want it, too, Justin," she said in a hoarse whisper. "Be patient, you'll get your chance."

He nodded as Ms. Mathieu leaned into him and gave him a long, wet kiss while he fondled her breast like it was the first tit he'd ever touched.

"Now I know you're hard," she said in the same soft voice "And it has always been my policy to not let a man stay hard, as long as I can do something about it."

And so she slid off the table, onto the floor, and began unbuttoning his pants, and within a couple of seconds his painfully erect cock was in her mouth again. Justin closed his eyes, let out a breathy moan, and put his hands on top of Ms. Mathieu's head. If he'd had his eyes open, he would have seen her look up at him, her eyes twinkling in a smile. She brought her hand up and wrapped it around his shaft and began to stroke, and Justin let out another moan, louder this time.

Loud enough that they didn't hear the sound of a little gasp nearby.

With Justin's eyes closed, and Ms. Mathieu facing in the wrong direction, they didn't see the cute little freshman Ashley, Justin's erstwhile girlfriend, walking backstage to where they were busy with their activities. Ashley stood in what might be described as rapt silence, watching her French teacher give head to her boyfriend

Eventually, Justin opened his eyes. "Ashley!" he said, his face instantly going pale and his eyes wide at the sight of his girlfriend staring at them. Ms. Mathieu pulled off and looked at Ashley with a startled gasp.

"I..." Justin stuttered, "We... We were just..."

Ashley laughed. "I told you, didn't I? I predicted it!"

"Ashley--" Ms. Mathieu tried to form some words.

"Don't worry," Ashley dismissed Ms. Mathieu's pending defense, "I won't say anything." Even as she spoke, the girl didn't look at her teacher. She was staring right at Justin's cock. Then she lifted her eyes and looked at him. "You should pull your pants up," she said, surprisingly matter-of-fact. Almost like an order.

"Oh... Yeah..." Justin quickly pulled them up. "I thought you had soccer?" he said as he buttoned his fly.

She gave a sort of snorted laugh. "Obviously."

"If we'd known..." he stammered, taking a step towards her.

She laughed again. "I did have practice. It just got done early."

"Oh, okay." Justin approached her. "Can I... Can I still walk you home?"

Ashley rolled her eyes. "I guess. Come on."

Justin looked back at Ms. Mathieu as he and Ashley walked out onto the stage. The teacher shrugged her shoulders in his direction, as if to say, "I guess we're okay?" He gave her a facsimile of the same motion, though he was holding Ashley's hand now as she dragged him away from the scene of the crime.

They walked in silence, no longer holding hands, out of the auditorium, out of Wordsworth High School, and down the street in the direction of Ashley's house. It was several uncomfortable minutes before Justin finally worked up enough nerve to start saying something by way of a lame apology.

"I'm sorry, Ashley, I wasn't--"

He didn't get to finish. "So do you like that? What Ms. Mathieu was doing to you?"

"Well, yeah, I mean--"

"Why didn't you ever ask me to do it?"

"I..." As Justin started to answer, he realized it was a very good question. Why didn't he ask her? "I guess I didn't think you wanted to?"

Ashley stopped walking and turned to look at him. "You could've asked."

"Yeah..."

She shook her head, then started walking in silence again. In a half a minute they arrived at the front of her house. She turned to him again.

"So are you gonna give me a kiss goodbye?"

"I'd... I'd like to."

"My parents are home, so make it quick," she said with that same matter-of-fact command form that she'd used earlier.

She looked at him without smiling after he'd given her a quick kiss, and turned and walked up to her house.

Two hours later, Ashley messaged him. "My parents are going to a movie. Wanna come over?"

Justin was so thankful that she wasn't mad at him that he was there in record time. He was prepared to grovel at her feet for as long as it took.

They sat on her bed, Justin wringing his hands in anticipation of pathetic begging for forgiveness. But Ashley seemed to have something else entirely on her mind. She gave him a nervous smile that showed off her braces and said. "So, are you gonna ask?"

"Ask?"

"Yes. Are you gonna ask me?"

"Okay," the penitent boyfriend said. "Ashley, I'm really sorry. Will you forgive me?"

She laughed. "No! I mean, yes! I mean, that's not what I wanted you to ask."

"Oh. But you do forgive me?"

She made a funny snort. "Whatever. I just think it's funny, because I knew she was hot for you and you didn't believe me."

"Right. You were totally right."

"So?"

"So... what?" was Justin's continuingly confused reply.

"Are you gonna ask???"

"Ask what?"

"Oh my god," Ashley said. "You weren't half this braindead with Ms. Mathieu."

"With Ms. Mathieu?" Only then did it finally dawn on Justin what exactly it was that his girlfriend wanted him to ask. "Wait, you mean, you want me to ask if you'll--?"

"Of course that's what I mean! Why do you think I invited you over??"

"Uh, I guess I thought..." His voice broke with nervousness, but with growing excitement, as well. "Um, Ashley... will you give me a blow job?"

She giggled. "You didn't say please."

"Please?" There was a sense of desperation to his plea.

"Okay," she gave him a prim and proper smile before continuing, "but I don't really know how. I'm sure Ms. Mathieu is way better at it."

"Yeah," he said, but immediately regretted it. "I mean, no! I'm sure you'll be awesome!"

Ashley giggled again. "Maybe you can help me? Like, tell me what to do?"

"Yes!" Justin couldn't contain his excitement at the thought.

He got up from the bed, standing, and Ashley looked quizzically at him. "Am I supposed to get down on my knees?" she asked.

"I guess," he answered, unbuttoning his pants. "That's what Yvette does."

"Yvette," she giggled, then climbed off the bed and onto her knees, right as he dropped his pants and, with increasing excitement and anxiousness, pulled down his underwear.

She stared at his manhood for a moment, then lifted a finger and set it under his head and lifted his shaft. She stared for another moment at his balls, and as she pulled her finger away, his shaft fell into her palm, and she wrapped her fingers around it. She looked up at him.

"So I just... put it in my mouth?"

He looked down at her. "Yeah," he whispered breathily.

She opened her mouth and leaned in, and he felt the sharp sting of her braces against the sensitive skin of his cockhead.

"Ahh!" was his painful rejoinder. "Wider!" he said, loud, gruff. His version of the command form.

Ashley quickly dropped her jaw as far as it would go, and his head slid in. She looked up at him, wanting more instruction.

"Now--" he said, his breath catching at the sensation as her warm mouth wettened his cock, "--jack me--" He inhaled deeply as she started moving her hand. "And suck!" Another command, another deep inhale, as Ashley did her best to suck. He put his hands on top of her head and moaned his approval.

Justin just stood and enjoyed Ashley's efforts for a minute or two, looking down and watching the little thing as she sucked him as best she could. She raised her eyes to look at him as he stared.

"Sometimes," he said, staring at her eyes, "Yvette takes it really deep."

Ashley pulled off. "Deep?"

"Yeah, like, into her throat."

"Do you want me to do that?"

"Yes," he said, and then grinned. "Please."

Ashley grinned, too, then opened her mouth as wide as she could and slid back onto his cock. At the same time, he pushed his hips forward and instinctively grasped her head. His cockhead shoved against the back of her mouth and she coughed, and at that moment he pushed his hips forward again, and his head slipped down and into her throat. She gagged, coughing, but he held himself there and let out a loud, low groan as he felt her spasming throat tighten around him. He let her pull off; she coughed and sputtered, then looked up at him.

"Did you like that?" She wiped a big drool of spittle from her chin.

"Yes," he panted.

"Do you want to do it again?"

"Yes!" He was already pulling her forward.

She gagged again when he pushed into her throat, but this time he kept going until he was impaling her entirely, his balls against her chin, her mouth around his base. She gagged and coughed and sputtered, and then pulled off again.

But Justin's poor overused cock had been through a lot that day. He'd been hard for hours, and his swollen balls ached with painful need.

"Oh, fuck!!!" he shouted, just as she pulled off. His cock lurched, and suddenly he was exploding, before Ashley had gotten his head entirely out of her mouth. His first powerful shot hit the back of her throat, and she coughed and sputtered again, ducking down reflexively, and Justin stood above her and finished, unloading a half dozen more glorious shots of semen into her beautiful blonde hair.

Dress rehearsal, Friday night. Everything went off without a hitch, and Rodney, the student director, was clapping enthusiastically as he gathered his troops on the apron of the stage after their curtain call to gave them his final instructions, and his final words of encouragement, for the performance the next night. Ashley sat next to Justin, beaming; Justin noticed Ms. Mathieu standing by the curtain, watching the gathering of high school actors and glancing occasionally at him.

When the gathering broke up, and Ashley scurried off to help Cassie change into her remarkably sexy baseball outfit for her role in Cooperstown (her and Sean were scheduled to take the stage next for their dress rehearsal), Justin wandered over in the direction of Ms. Mathieu. She smiled at him and began pretending to be busy with some task, which sneakily allowed them to move away from the crowd.

"So you and Ashley seem to be getting along," she said.

"Yeah, she's not mad or anything."

"Well, that's a relief."

"She mostly wanted to know why I hadn't asked her to do it, if I like it so much."

"That's..." Ms. Mathieu said, unable not to smile, even though she wasn't looking directly at Justin, "awfully sweet!"

Justin nodded his agreement. "And I asked her to, that night. Her parents went to a movie, so..."

"You did? And? Did she do it?" Still smiling, still not looking.

"Yeah, she did."

"Wow! Did she like it?" This time, Ms. Mathieu looked.

"I think so. She's done it two more times since then."

"I'm sure she loves it. I know I do! And you..." Ms. Mathieu reached out and put a hand on his arm. "You're such a Casanova, you've got all the girls at Wordsworth High School wanting to give you blow jobs!"

"I guess..."

"Well, I can see why. You're pretty great in Caught!, I have to say. People are going to love you tomorrow night. You'll have girls flocking all around you at the cast party."

"Really? You think I'm good?"

"Hell yes, Justin," Ms. Mathieu answered. "Hell yes."

"I think it's because you worked so hard with me."

She gave him her sweet, seductive smile. "That is nice of you to say, but a coach is only as good as her student. I only hope you don't completely ignore me at the cast party when you're surrounded by adoring fangirls."

"I won't!"

"Good! Because I'm your number one fangirl, you know!"

At this point, Ashley and Cassie appeared from the changing room, Cassie looking quite fetching in her little baseball uniform. Justin had definitely acquired an appreciation for the girl's physique, and in general for the physique of all girls who were "less endowed" in the bosom department. The student director for Cooperstown was shooing everyone off-stage so that they could begin their dress rehearsal, and Justin and Ashley left the backstage and sat down together in the auditorium to watch.

"What were you and Ms. Mathieu talking about?" Ashley asked him in a whisper.

"She asked if you were angry, about the other day," Justin answered.

"And what did you say?"

"I said I didn't think you were."

"Good. Because I'm not. I'm actually kind of glad I caught you two--" She giggled. "--'Caught!'"

"I am too, because--"

"Because it made me want to do it!"

"Yep!"

"Did you tell Ms. Mathieu about that part?" she asked.

"You mean, did I tell her that you did it, afterwards?"

"Yes."

"I did. I told her that."

Ashley sat quietly for a moment, her cheeks blushing, and a little smile on her face. "Good."

The lights went down and the dress rehearsal for Cooperstown began, which brought an end to their conversation.

Caught! was amazingly popular when they gave their grand performance the next night. Justin couldn't see the audience for all the damn lights in his face, but he could hear them, laughing throughout his performance. Ms. Mathieu was sure right about the adrenaline rush; he could hardly contain himself for the entire performance. And when it was Justin's turn to take a curtain call, there were cheers, and people stood up to applaud his performance. And not just his parents! People he didn't even know gave him a standing ovation!

Ms. Mathieu was also proven right about her fangirls prediction--Justin had a crowd around him in the hallway outside the auditorium as he and Ashley made their way out of the school to catch a ride from Rodney to the cast party at Ms. Mathieu's house. Ashley made a point of holding his hand possessively while the other girls swooned around him like he was some sort of Hollywood star.

The attention continued at the cast party, though somewhat more constrained, as the people there were all actors or stagehands themselves, and most were beginning to pair off with more promising paramours to find a private place to make out. That seemed to be the main point of the cast party, to be honest; there were a lot of raging teenage hormones that night. Justin spied, with some wistfulness, Mackenzie Holmes--she of the big tits whose dreamed-of appearance before him in her bra had been the original catalyst for his budding career in theater. She was arm-in-arm with another senior, who no doubt would soon be getting his hands full of glorious teenage tits. Justin wasn't exactly jealous, that would have been very unbecoming of him given how things had worked out thus far. But Ashley's tits were small, and even though he'd come to appreciate the lesser breast these last few weeks, he still longed to have his hands on a nice full set, and he doubted that he'd ever get another chance with Ms. Mathieu.

Speaking of Ms. Mathieu, at that very moment she appeared, as if summoned by his horniness. She'd managed to find him alone while Ashley was chatting across the room with some of her friends.

"Having fun?" the teacher asked him.

"Oh, yeah, this is a great party!" he said. "Thanks for having us all over!"

"Of course!" she said. "I love cast parties. It is one of the best things about being in theater."

"Everyone seems to be having a good time," he agreed.

"Yes..." She smiled her million-dollar smile and brushed a hand against his arm. "And we could have a good time, too, if you think Ashley'll let you out of her sight for a bit. I want to show you the upstairs balcony. it is a very nice night out and we could get away from the crowd and hang out there for a bit."

This was a very appealing idea to Justin, and he was about to tell her that they should make their immediate escape, when Ashley walked back over and put a quick end to any possible secret planning.

"Hi, Ms. Mathieu," she said, once again possessively taking Justin's hand.

"Call me Yvette," the teacher said, finally giving Ashley this sacred permission. "Justin and I were just talking about going out on my balcony to get away from the crowd and enjoy the evening for a bit. Care to join us?"

"That sounds nice!"

Justin had to admit, with some feeling of guilt, that he was a little disappointed to have Ashley joining them right then.

The second floor balcony of Ms. Mathieu's house overlooked her backyard, which was crowded now with kids, many of them sitting together in pairs and engaged in activities of which their parents might not entirely approve. Justin saw Mackenzie Holmes down there, with her new boyfriend, and the guy was definitely getting all the tit he could handle and then some. This caused Justin to steal a longing look at Ms. Mathieu's chest; Ashley may or may not have noticed his gaze, but Ms. Mathieu most certainly did, and flashed her smile at him again.

"Justin was great tonight, don't you think, Ashley?" the teacher asked the girl, feigning that nothing had happened.

"Oh, yes! He was exquisite!"

"It's good we have this party, to celebrate his success, yes?"

"Yes!" Ashley bubbled. "Oui!"

"But I am thinking," the woman continued, "that perhaps we should have a little private celebration as well?"

"A private celebration?" Ashley asked.

"Yes, a reward, perhaps," was Ms. Mathieu's cryptic reply.

"What sort of reward?" the girl followed up with another question.

"Well," Ms. Mathieu said, looking over at Justin and smiling like she likes to do, "we do both know what he really wants."

Ashley giggled. "We do!" But then she hesitated for a moment and added, "But.."

As if in response to Ashley's unspoken objection, Ms. Mathieu looked down at the kids in her backyard. "I don't think anyone can see up here. What do you think, Justin?"

At this point, Justin's heart was once again pounding in his chest at the mere thought of the possibility of what Ms. Mathieu seemed to be proposing. His throat was dry, and he had to clear it to answer. "I don't... think so," was his hoarse stuttered reply.

The teacher turned to the girl. "What do you say, Ashley? The two of us? He'd enjoy it quite a lot."

Ashley appeared to have lost a lot of her composure. "The two of us? Right here?"

"We could go into my bedroom," Ms. Mathieu answered, "if you'd be more comfortable. But tonight the weather is so nice, and I do love giving a man a blow job outdoors."

"No, I mean, yes," Ashley stammered, "I mean, okay."

"And what is your opinion, Mr. Ballentine?" Ms. Mathieu asked Justin.

He just stood, wide-eyed, his heart racing. Both the woman, and the girl, laughed in response.

"We will take that as a 'oui,' don't you think, Ashley?"

"Oui!" she bubbled. But then she paused, and added, "I'm not very good at it, though."

Ms. Mathieu laughed. "I don't think that is how Justin sees it. Isn't that right, Justin? You think she is pretty good, no?"

Justin just lamely nodded, still nonverbal.

"Really? Did he say something to you, Ms.-- Yvette?" Ashley asked.

"Oh, he was light on the details, like a gentleman should be. But I could tell." She put her hand on the girl's shoulder, turning her to face the boy. "Why don't you show us?"

Ashley hesitated, looking around nervously. "Do you really think it's okay?"

"It is fine," the teacher assured her. "No one will see, except for Justin and me."

"Well, maybe, for a little while," the fourteen year old said as she knelt. She looked back up at Ms. Mathieu. "I'm not sure I'll be able to...'

"Yes," Ms. Mathieu said. 'That's why there's two of us. I'll have a turn after you."

Justin's teenage heart near burst as little Ashley began unbuckling his pants and Ms. Mathieu stood by her side, watching. A minute later, the boy had his hands on top of her head, like he likes to do, and she was stroking and sucking. It was an amazing thing to Justin, astounding; beyond the unbelievable pleasure of having his cock in his girlfriend's warm mouth again, there was also the cool evening autumn breeze gently caressing his balls, the beautiful Ms. Mathieu standing close by and watching, and the noises of the people in Ms. Mathieu's back yard--even seeing a few of them in the dusky light--and knowing that he was getting a blow job, outdoors, within an easy stone toss from dozens of his school friends. This was a high school sophomore's dream come true, at many, many levels.

In a moment of unthinking ecstasy, he grabbed two fistfuls of Ashley's hair, which the girl quite reasonably, if actually incorrectly, interpreted as meaning that he wanted her to take him into her throat. Entirely of her own volition, with Justin's hands only following along, she drove down onto him, gagging as he passed through her epiglottis and into her throat. She held him there for a second, gagged again, and pulled off.

"Oh wow!" Ms. Mathieu said, eyes wide in a big grin. "He didn't tell me you deep throat!"

"Yeah," Ashley wiped phlegm from her mouth and chin with the back of her hand, "He really likes it. He said you do it."

Ms. Mathieu laughed. "So much for being a gentleman!" She knelt next to Ashley. "If you take a big swallow, just as he's going down your throat, it helps so you don't gag. And then after that, once he's in, just fight off the gagging. You can control it. Here," she leaned in and took Justin's cockhead into her mouth, then leaned in further and made an exaggerated swallow, and Justin slid in and down. He let out a loud groan, and Ms. Mathieu's chin was against his balls. She stayed there for several seconds before pulling off, gasping for breath.

With no prodding at all, Ashley did the exact same that Ms. Mathieu had done--cockhead in mouth, then leaning in and at the same time taking a big swallow, and Justin's head was down her throat. She gagged, but kept him in place, gagged again, then squinted her eyes shut and slid down even further until it was Ashley's chin against his balls. Then she pulled off, sputtering.

Ms. Mathieu laughed. "Superb! You're a natural!" Ashley smiled sweetly at the woman, wiping her mouth again. "Now," Ms. Mathieu continued, standing up and looking in the boy's face, "I think Justin is getting close."

What could he do, other than nod in affirmation? 'Cause he was about to blow his load at this point, from the breeze blowing on his cock alone.

"And I think," Ms. Mathieu put a hand on his chest, "we should give you a special reward tonight."

"Special reward?" both he and Ashley said in unison..

"But we'll need to go into my bedroom."

Justin's heart was pounding, hell, his cock was pounding, and painfully eager to get his "special reward." Though he wasn't certain what the teacher had meant, he was hopeful. A virgin teenage boy is ever hopeful. But he was nervous, so nervous, too nervous and too afraid of disappointment to ask Ms. Mathieu for clarification. However, his girlfriend was not. Ashley spoke outloud the word that they were both thinking.

"Do you mean sex?" she said, with enough emphasis on the final word that it's possible some of the kids down in the yard might have heard. Not that they would have noticed or cared; at least half of them were engaged in that very act already.

Ms. Mathieu gave her an understanding smile. "It's okay if you don't want to, Ashley."

Ashley looked up at Justin, red-faced. "It's not that I don't want to," she said. "I'm just... I'm not sure..."

Justin nodded and was about to attempt some reassuring words, when Ms. Mathieu responded for him.

"It's okay to be nervous. I was so nervous my first time, oh my gosh! Though he was kind."

"That's nice," Ashley said. "And I'm sure Justin will be kind, too." She looked adoringly at her boyfriend.

"I'm sure he will be," Ms. Mathieu said, "But there is no rush."

Ashley nodded, looking like she wasn't entirely in agreement with the teacher that there was no rush.

"But I do think Justin would really like to have sex with one of us," Ms. Mathieu continued, "wouldn't you, Justin?"

He nodded emphatically. "Yes!" Then he looked at Ashley. "Please?"

Ashley's response was quite adorable. She giggled.

"You can be with us, while we do it," Ms. Mathieu offered to the girl.

Ashley nodded and giggled again, and the ladies turned and walked back through the patio door and into the house. Once inside, Ms. Mathieu took Ashley by the hand.

Justin stumbled to follow them, then sheepishly pulled up his pants, buttoning them as he quickly joined the ladies inside the house.

Justin sat down on the bed in Ms. Mathieu's bedroom, bewildered but with anxious anticipation, and Ms. Mathieu turned to Ashley. "Will you help me take his clothes off?"

Ashley grinned and nodded, then sat down next to Justin and began unbuttoning his pants for the second time that evening. Ms. Mathieu joined her on his other side, and they pulled his pants down, and then the woman slid off of the bed to the floor and pulled off a shoe, and Ashley did the same, and together they pulled each pant leg down. Then they moved in tandem back to the bed, and while Ashley pulled the poor anxious boy's underwear down and off, his cock enormous with excitement, Ms Mathieu slid her hands up under his shirt, running her fingers through the sparse hair that was beginning to grow on his chest, then splaying her hands over his pectoral muscles. After a moment during which she clearly enjoyed feeling his youthful chest, she pulled his shirt off from the inside out, and he was naked.

Ms. Mathieu climbed onto the bed and as she did, she took hold of Justin's near leg and urged it onto the bed with her. He followed her with his other leg, so that he was lying on the bed now, his teenage cock standing aggressively upright, large and hard and proud. Ms. Mathieu stared directly at it as she sat up on her knees and began unbuttoning her shirt.

"Should I undress, too?" Ashley asked him, momentarily distracting his attention from the woman.

"Yes," he nodded to his little girlfriend, and then added an emphatic "Please!"

Ashley giggled again at her boyfriend's plea, and began unbuttoning her shirt. But by now, Justin's attention had returned fully to their drama couch, as Ms. Mathieu pulled off her shirt.

Justin may have missed seeing Mackenzie Holmes in her bra, but now he had one better. Ms. Mathieu wore a lacy white brassiere with two fabulous cups holding up large round tits, the dark pink of her nipples showing opaquely through the lace. As he stared at them, she reached behind her back to unclasp the bra, then shrugged her shoulders forward, and it fell off onto the bed in front of her. Topless, she laughed, and picked up the bra and tossed it onto Justin's naked belly, lifting her eyebrows as she did.

Her breasts were heavenly. Otherworldly. A more experienced eye than Justin's would have observed that ten or fifteen years earlier, they must have been truly magnificent--taut and round and full. But now, not despite their drooping with age but indeed because of it, they were in Justin's mind near perfection: A woman's tits, a grown-up woman's beautiful breasts, shimmering as she laughed, heaving with breaths growing more excited every moment by the boy's longing stare, and so full--globes of soft breast-fat, swaying with her slightest movement. Ms. Mathieu had a pronounced tan line, and her tits were a sun-deprived pale white, in remarkable contrast to her much browner skin. She had large nipples that spread across the top of each breast, with a thick pronounced teat in the center.

Justin stared, but Ms. Mathieu gave him a slight motion, indicating that he should look at Ashley.

Fourteen year old Ashley was topless now as well. Whatever youthfulness was lost from Ms. Mathieu's large and drooping breasts, was gained many times over in Ashley's small and firm little titties. Hers were not yet grown to their final size; in another two or three more years they would be nearly as glorious as Ms. Mathieu's must have been when she was an older teen. But the fact that they were not yet in their prime was exactly what was so charming about them. They had no movement to them at all, no excess fat to jiggle, but instead they stood up motionless, capped in diffuse conical nipples that ended in a sharp point. Justin's eyes flitted now between two sets of naked tits displayed for him, one large and womanly, one small and young and girlish.

Then Ms. Mathieu stood up on the bed and began unbuttoning her pants, and Ashley, too, and this time Justin's focus remained on the girl, whose face was a bright blushing pink as her boyfriend watched her pull her pants and panties off.

Ashley's little puss was covered in a dusting of light blonde hair, which Justin knew well from touch, though not from sight. The fur grew slightly thicker as his eyes moved down to her lips, which disappeared between her legs. But then, a fully naked Ms. Mathieu distracted him from the beautiful view of his fourteen year old girlfriend's pussy, exposed for a male's gaze for the first time in its life. Ms. Mathieu got back down on her knees with her legs spread apart, and Justin saw that she was shaven clean, and he could see her pussy clearly, inner labia swollen in a dark pink flow of woman-flesh, spilling out of her.

Ashley knelt and spread as well, and now Justin could see her pussy, too; much smaller than Ms. Mathieu's, and no inner labia to be seen, but an adorable pale clit stood up inside its hood amid a little tangle of fur.

Then Ms. Mathieu climbed on top of Justin, and reached down between her legs, lifting his aching cock with one hand and spreading open her labia with the other. She sat down on his cock, and Justin Ballentine finally lost his virginity, after years of waiting, after years of frustrating effort. He lost his virginity inside the most wonderful womanly cunt that a fifteen year old boy could ever imagine, in his wildest, wettest dreams.

His drama coach was soaking wet, and wide open, and as she lowered herself onto him, his cock slipped easily into her silky flesh. It was the most beautiful feeling he'd ever experienced. He burrowed through the tightness of her hymenal ring, and with a few practiced pumps of her hips, he was sliding into the depths of her vagina. The two of them moaned together with his entrance, and Ms. Mathieu dropped down onto her hands, her bountiful breasts swaying before him in an image of heavenly beauty. She began to rock on top of him, sliding her soaking spasming cunt up and down the full length of his teenage cock. Justin reached up and took hold of both her tits, and buried his face between them, and she reached out with one hand and wrapped her arm around his head in an almost motherly embrace, holding him to her bosom, inviting him to enjoy her fully.

The sex was gentle, caring, almost motherly as well, a slow steady rocking, with naked Ashley still on her knees with her legs open, watching with intense interest as her French teacher made sweet love to her boyfriend. And as she watched, she slipped a hand down between her legs and began to twirl her fingers over the pale little clitty that she'd shown off to Justin for the first time just a few minutes earlier.

Ms. Mathieu lowered Justin's head back to the pillow and leaned over him and gave him a big sloppy wet kiss, exploring inside his mouth with her tongue for at least a minute. And then she sat up, and climbed off of him.

"It's your turn to be in charge, Mr. Ballentine," she said to Justin with her million-dollar smile.

She turned, spinning on a knee so that her backside was facing the teenagers now, and dropped down to her elbows. Her ass, fantastically full, wide at her womanly hips, and provocatively tan-lined pale, faced towards Justin and beckoned him to come to her, to mount her, to turn her into his breedwhore. Her cunt was graphically exposed, like a porn star's, to Justin's desire and Ashley's curiosity; it shone dark red with sexual arousal, the extended petals of her inner labia were even more swollen now from their sex and they splayed open to reveal the dark pink of her vaginal opening. She was flowing cuntcum from inside her, dripping down her petals onto her clit below, and from there, onto the bed.

Overpowered by a primal need, Justin quickly knelt behind her. His throbbing cock, itself a similar shining red and glistening wet, drove into those succulent lips.

Ms. Mathieu let out a long, low, impassioned moan, and Justin began thrusting his hips hard against her, no subtlety at all, no caution, no holding back, slamming into the woman in a savage, ancient ritual of mutual lust. Once again Ms. Mathieu made Justin feel like a man; no longer a teenager, no longer a virgin boy pining hopelessly for pussy, he was now a full-grown man, completely in charge, fucking a woman as hard as he wanted.

The third in their party, adorable bubbly blonde fourteen year old Ashley, herself made an excited breathy sound, somewhat like a girlish moan, at the sight of the two lovers and their aggressive copulation, and she flopped down onto the bed beside them. She was furiously fingering herself, her legs spread wide and shaking as she began to bring herself to orgasm.

"Justin," she moaned, looking up at her boyfriend who was pounding his cock like a jackhammer into Ms. Mathieu's open cunt, his face dark red with his own pending release. "I think... I think I'm ready!"

As much as he was enjoying himself now, repeatedly powering his teenage dick as deep as it could go into Ms. Mathieu's flowing flower, Justin realized that instant that there was something he wanted even more. And while he gave the drama coach three or four more of his powerful strokes, each one followed by an authoritative slap on an ass cheek with the palm of his hand, he brought himself to the very brink as he stared at his girlfriend's first-fur little cunt, while she herself worked her pussy with her fingers. Then he stopped, impaling Ms. Mathieu as deeply as he possibly could while the mind-shatteringly powerful feeling of orgasm subsided somewhat. The woman, the object of his prior, initial lust, groaned emphatically at his final thrust, then whimpered as he pulled out of her.

Justin now climbed between Ashley's legs and leaned over her, ready and eager to mount his angel-girl.

"Hold up there, Cowboy," he heard Ms. Mathieu say, breathily, from beside them on the bed. "You gotta make sure a pussy's ready."

Justin looked at her uncomprehendingly.

"Kiss it," she explained. "And lick it, so that it's nice and ready."

Justin understood now, and he slid backwards on his knees and leaned down and pressed is lips against little Ashley's little slit.

The girl let out a heavy sigh, and arched her back, and put her hands atop his head, and his tongue came out and he tasted her. A boy's first taste of pussy is an addictive thing, and Justin was hooked on sweet Ashley brandy from his very first drink. He also learned that day, when he found her clit and she shook and moaned as the tip of his tongue teased her tiny nub, that there were a hell of a lot of beautiful things about a pussy, and it was his life-long goal to learn them all.

But Ashley had fully primed herself already, and the feeling of his tongue on her clitty was far too much for her to bear, and she arched her back again, grinding against his mouth, and she shook and quaked. "Ohhh! Justin!!! Justin, fuck me. Fuck me now!" She looked at him with pleading eyes, her face red and shaking, and added, "Please!"

Ms. Mathieu smiled at the boy's success, but as he rose to finally mount the girl, the teacher said, "Unfortunately we do not have any condoms. You have to pull out before you finish."

Justin nodded, though it was barely clear that he comprehended at all, and then he returned to his appointed task. Unfamiliar with how exactly everything worked down there, he poked at her unsuccessfully, once, missing the mark to the left; twice, a little more forceful now and missing to the right; and then a third time, his inexperienced frustration leading him to ram at her much harder, and through luck or the law of averages, this one struck home, and struck deep. Ashley's head fell back and she let out a cry while Justin pulled back, slammed in, and battered her hymen into submission. She looked up at her boyfriend--at her man--as he sunk into her much deeper now, well passed her maidenhead, and she let out another loud cry, although this one sounded as if it were less from pain, and more from pleasure. Her cry rang through the room, loud enough that it could be heard out in the hall and possibly even downstairs, and her eyes went wide and she clapped a palm of a hand over her mouth.

Ms. Mathieu's pussy had been open and willing for Justin. Experienced and eager. Ashley's, though, was a lesson in contrast: so tight that she was a vice, gripping to the entire length of his cock, reluctant for his entrance but even more resistant to his exit, as if each time he pulled back she was afraid that he would leave entirely, and she wanted keep him inside, hold him, squeeze him, milk him, hungrily wanting him to cum.

It took barely more than a minute for her narrow passage to work its magic, and he knew it was time now and, with great disappointment, he pulled out.

He rose above her, his cock now as hard as it had ever been in his young life, curving stiffly upward, pulsing and throbbing. Lying next to Ashley, the naked Ms. Mathieu lifted her feet, and Ashley did the same, and they wrapped their toes around his cock, giggling. Three or four quick motions up and down, and he exploded. The first shot struck hard against Ms. Mathieu's breasts, coating them in cum, and he swung his hips toward Ashley as the next shot fired long and thick, arching through the air and landing on her face.

He sat there on his knees above them and came with a furiousity like only a teenage boy, primed for hours by a fine woman and an even finer girl, could do. He grunted loudly with each ejaculation, until the two beauties before him were completely covered, completely soaked, giggling with joy at their semen bath and their man's unleashed ecstasy.

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"Did you have fun last night at the cast party?" Justin's mother asked her bleary-eyed son when he managed to stumble downstairs at ten in the morning the next day.

"Yeah," he answered in typical teenage understatement.

"Great!" Mrs. Ballentine said with a mother's practiced enthusiasm. "So do you think you'll be trying out for the play again in the spring?"

"Yeah," he answered.

"Good! I'm glad you've found something you like. You were really good in Caught!. I was so proud of you!"

She reached out and mussed his hair, and he pulled his head to the side. "Mom!!"

"So what are your plans today?"

"I'm playing frisbee at the park with Sean, and then doing homework with Ashley."

"Oh, that's good," his mom said. "I really like Ashley. She's sweet."

"Yeah, she is," he said as he poured himself some cereal.

Mrs. Ballentine smiled. "My little baby's growing up so quick," she said, and mussed his hair again. "We should probably get you some condoms. I'll ask your dad to pick some up at the drug store."

"Mom!!!"

Justin and Sean sat together in the grass after tossing the frisbee for half an hour. Like Justin's mom, Sean wanted to know if he was going to try out for the spring play.

This time, Justin refrained from referring to the Drama Club as a cult. Maybe it really was a cult, but by now, he was a true believer.

"Definitely," was his answer.

Sean gave a good laugh. "I told you drama was awesome! Maybe this time you'll get to see Mackenzie Holmes in her bra!"

"Bah," Justin said dismissively. "Mackenzie Holmes, nothing! I don't give a shit about her and her bra."

Sean laughed again. "I would've thought that Ashley's tits were too small for you."

Justin contemplated how much he should tell his friend about what had happened, and then replied evasively, "Ashley's are beautiful."

"I know!" Sean answered with the enthusiasm of a fifteen year old boy as he talks about tits. The favorite subject of a fifteen year old boy. "I mean, I don't know Ashley's in particular, but I know Cassie's, and they are gorgeous. I think I like little tits better than big ones."

Justin nodded, but added a correction. "I wouldn't say I like them better. Big ones are fun, and so are little ones."

"Oh?" Sean said. "You've got a lot of experience with big tits, too?"

Justin grinned at him. "Kinda."

"Whose?" Sean asked, brimming with curiosity.

Justin again contemplated how much he should tell his friend, but decided to default to gentlemanly discretion. Ms. Mathieu would have been proud. "Nobody's," was his cryptic reply.

"That's what I figured," Sean said, shaking his head in dismissal of his friend's learned opinion of big tits. "You're always talking shit!"

Justin punched him in the arm, and they both laughed.

"Well, Cassie says you and Ashley are a cute couple," Sean said. "She says Ashley used to be shy, but now that you're her boyfriend, she's much more 'outgoing.' Whatever that means."

"You guys are a cute couple, too."

Sean nodded his agreement. "Are you and Ashley still going to see each other, now that the One Acts are over?"

"Definitely. I'm going over to her house in a few minutes."

"Nice. I'm going over to Cassie's tonight, too. I hope I get some pussy." He looked at his friend. "How about you? Is Ashley putting out yet?"

Justin tried to be a gentleman, but he couldn't help but break out in a great big smile.

"Oh my god she is!" Sean said. "I can't wait to tell Cassie!"

"I didn't say nothing," Justin protested with a laugh. "I'm a gentleman. Gentleman don't talk about their ladies."

"Yeah, sure! A gentleman who fucks Ashley Cormack!" Sean got a dreamy smile. "Isn't pussy great? It's even better than I thought it'd be. And Cassie loves to have sex. She's a little nymphomaniac!"

Justin smiled at the memory of Ashley, begging him to fuck her the night before. He thought again about telling his friend the details, about the outdoor blowjob on Ms. Mathieu's patio, about the sex with her and Ashley, but instead he just stood up. "I probably better get over to her house."

Sean grinned. "Yeah, you better!"

Cassie might be a little nymphomaniac, but it's hard to imagine that she had anything over Ashley on this score. Ashley Cormack, unleashed. Unfettered by the initial coyness of her virginity, unencumbered now by any girlish nervousness and hesitancy, you might describe her as a nymphomaniac, but there are other words that come to mind as well, better words, and they all came to Justin's mind mere minutes after he'd arrived at her house that afternoon. Her parents were home, working in the yard, but she didn't care. Not at all. Not in the least little bit.

The second they were alone in her room, Ashley lifted her skirt and pulled her panties off and climbed onto the bed. Remembering his drama coach's advice, he climbed onto the bed as well, and leaned over her to kiss her pussy. But she was having nothing to do with that nonsense. "I've been ready all day! Just fuck me now!" And she turned over onto her hands and knees, then fell down to her elbows and looked back expectantly at Justin. He took no time at all himself in climbing up behind her and pulling his own pants and underwear down. And the girl was right, she was ready, and his cock slid easily into her wet little slit.

Then fifteen year old Justin Ballentine was a man again. Large, hard, and sunk deep into a willing cunt, holding tight to his slutty girlfriend's hips and driving, ramming, slamming into her. His balls were on fire, swinging, slapping against Ashley's clit in a constant, steady, rhythmic reminder that he is a man, that he is in charge and she is a mere possession of his. An object of his lust. A cunt for him to fuck.

Sean was certainly right--pussy is great. It's even better than a virgin teenage boy can image it will be. Although, it must must be admitted, Ashley's was a particularly fine example of the form, as hot and wet as a woman's, but so tight, so narrow, and so desperate to be fucked, and Justin rutted away inside her like a stallion riding his favorite filly, the two youngsters fucking that afternoon for ten minutes at least until her bedroom smelled sharply of sex, of sweat and dripping pussy. Eventually, Justin knew he was close, getting closer with each of his solid thrusts into her, and he finally stopped, an act that required all the self-control that the young man could muster.

Ashley looked red-faced back at him. Her blonde bobbed hair was matted to her face with sweat. "Why'd you stop?" she asked him with a sound of dire need in her voice.

"I'm gonna..." he panted, "I'm gonna cum soon. I should--"

"I don't care!" she said, at nearly a shout. "Cum!"

Justin was completely lost in the ecstasy of the moment, and the only thing he could do in response was to grab the girl by the hips again and resume his rabid rutting, and within five or six strokes, he felt the most amazing rush, the most amazing feeling of antagonizing need, and unthinkingly, instinctively, he slammed into her as hard as he ever had, his fingernails digging sharply into her ass cheeks, holding himself there, shaking, quaking. Ashley started shaking, too, still looking back at him with her mouth wide open in an expression of pure unbridled lust.

And at that moment, they heard the front door to the house open.

"Kids!" Ashley's mom shouted up the stairs, "food's here!"

Two sets of eyes went wide. "Shit!" Ashley said, and Justin, a mere half a second from the greatest orgasm of his life, one more solid pump of his hips was all it would take to see the gates of paradise; but Justin pulled out of her. It'd be nice to describe him as hesitant to end their unrequited lovemaking, but when he heard footsteps on the stairs, he sprang off the bed and pulled his pants on in a heartbeat, and Ashley jumped up as well, wiping the matted hair from her forehead and picking her panties up off the floor. She looked at her panties, gave Justin a conspiratorial grin, and tossed them back to the floor.

They walked out into the hallway, where Mr. Cormack gave them a jovial greeting--"Hi, kids!"--while he continued down the hall to his own room to change out of his gardening clothes for dinner.

Dinner was Chinese takeout. Justin was very awkward at first, certain that her parents knew what they'd been doing in Ashley's bedroom, but gradually he came around, especially when the conversation turned to one of his favorite topics--how awesome Ms. Mathieu is. But throughout the conversation, Ashley was giving him little looks, little knowing looks, that kept his cock in a constant state of semi-arousal, and worse still, at one point she took his hand under the table and put it on her knee and then, as she casually discussed the spring play with her parents, slowly slid his hand up under her skirt until he was touching her bare, and extremely wet, pussy.

By the time they were finally done with dinner and putting the dishes in the dishwasher, his balls were aching, and he was in great need of relief. Luckily it seemed that Ashley understood, and sympathized, and felt the same way herself, so with her parents now watching a show on TV, they quietly sneaked back up to her bedroom.

Now Justin's pants were at his ankles again, and Ashley was riding him on top, like Ms. Mathieu had done the night before. It was an impassioned performance from the girl, and when Justin reached up to play with her tits, she quickly and obediently pulled her shirt and bra up over her breasts.

She stopped before he finished, though not so much because she had her wits about her, but because she wanted him to cum in her mouth. And so she was on her knees on the floor, leaning over her boyfriend and bobbing her head up and down as he lay on her bed. The girl was good at giving head, that's for sure. And right as he reached his orgasm, his cock swelling and pulsing and throbbing in her hand, the first shot of cum suddenly filling her mouth--at just that moment, there was a quiet knock on the door, and the door opened, and Ashley's mom peeked in.

The children were unaware of Mrs. Cormack's presence, and rather than interrupt them, she just stood and watched while her daughter took Justin's entire load into her mouth. Once her daughter had sat back, grinning up at the boy in triumph at her success, Mrs. Cormack audibly cleared her throat. Justin sat up with a shocked look on his face; Ashley turned and said "Moomoggh!" through her mouthful of cum, then swallowed, and repeated, "Mama!"

Mrs. Cormack smiled at them both. "As soon as you're done, kids, you should come down for ice cream."

"Okay," Ashley answered. Justin was pale and shaking, too scared to say a word. Too scared even to remember to pull his pants back up and so he sat there with his pulsing cock, still dripping cum from his hole, displayed for the full view of his girlfriend's mother.

Mrs. Cormack gave them another smile, then turned and left the room and shut the door behind her.

The two young lovers looked at each other and started giggling, then laughing. And they hugged each other and kissed one final time before they stood to go downstairs. Ashley took his hand and said gleefully, "We were 'Caught!' With an exclamation point!" They laughed, and laughed hard, and were still laughing when they arrived in the kitchen for the ice cream.

Justin's dad came into his room later that evening. "You're mom said I should pick these up for you," he said, handing Justin a pack of condoms as he sat down next to his son on the bed.

"Uh, thanks," Justin said, looking quizzically at the package.

"Do you know how to use them?" his father asked. "Here, I'm going to text you a link to a YouTube about how to put them on."

"Dad!" Justin objected to the idea of his dad texting him links about sex, but the man ignored him, and his phone chimed the arrival of the text.

"There," he said, "check it out. And if you have any questions..."

Justin looked at the pack of condoms again, then at his dad. "How many are there?"

"That's a three-pack."

"Oh," Justin said, looking back at the condoms. "Do you think you could get another one?"

A smile broke out across his father's face. "Three's not enough?"

"Well..." Justin answered sheepishly.

"That's my boy!" his dad proclaimed. "Keeping up the Ballentine tradition! I'll get you a ten-pack."

"Thanks, Dad."

"My pleasure."

As soon as his father had left, he messaged Ashley, "My dad got me some condoms!" She quickly messaged back, "Sweet! I can't wait!' Then Justin forwarded her the link that his dad had texted him, so that she could learn how to put one on.

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