FOUND MONEY

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

Jessica dropped a wad of cash on the floor right in front of me in 3rd period English. Several heads turned as the money lay on the floor for a few seconds. Then, I bent and picked it up. Apparently she hadn’t even noticed the money as it fell out of her backpack, but saw my movement. I straightened up and riffled through the bills, quickly counting about $200 in twenty dollar bills.

“That’s mine,” she said tentatively.

I wondered what a 7th grader was doing with that much money. “Yes, it is,” I agreed. “Come up here.” I stepped up to my desk in the front of the room and sat down. She stood at the side of my desk waiting expectantly. “Where did you get this?”

“My mom gave it to me. I need it back. I have to pay the electric bill with it,” she answered.

“OK,” I said. “I understand.” Her mom was a single parent working two jobs to make ends meet. Jessica’s claim wasn’t unusual in this neighborhood. A few of the overworked parents sent their children on adult sized errands. Jessica was a good and honest kid, so I had no reason to doubt her story. But, I’d also noticed that several other kids had noticed the cash. “I’m going to hold onto the money until after school for you, honey,” I told her. “After you dropped it, everybody knows you’ve got a lot of money with you so it’s not safe. Come see me after school and I’ll give it back to you then. It will be safe with me.”

Next to her mother, I was probably one of the people she trusted the most. She’d been in my middle school English class for several months now. Sometimes she’d stay after school just to talk to me. I figured she had a crush on me like so many of the young girls. “OK, Mr. Jenkins,” she said. She turned away and then turned back. “Thanks.” She looked a little relieved that I had taken the weight of the money off of her shoulders.

And there she was, promptly at 2:15. “I came back to get my money,” she reminded me. It was Friday afternoon and most of the other teachers cleared out quickly to start enjoying the weekend. I walked to the door and locked it, turned out the light, and then led her over to my desk. The door has a narrow window so you can see into the room. Except because of the angle, you can’t see the corner of the room where my desk sits. We were alone and wouldn’t be disturbed. Curtains across the small window let some light in while keeping prying eyes out. There was some risk with what I was doing, but it was a very slim chance that anyone would enter the darkened classroom after hours.

I sat back down in my chair and said, “Well, the money made it through the day, honey.” I had this thought come to me during the day, somewhere between Phoebe bending over her desk in her short skirt and Gabby leaning far enough forward to give me a glimpse of her light blue bra. “So, since I protected your money all day, what are you going to do for me?” I asked her. She didn’t even notice as I ran my eyes down her slender frame. She was wearing a thin, old gray T-shirt that clung tightly to her. There was no trace of a bra strap. Small mounds on her chest were visible, though not well defined. Her skirt fell to a couple of inches above the knee, revealing long, bare legs.

“It’s my money,” she repeated. “I need it to pay the electricity.” She wasn’t getting into the game at all.

“If I hadn’t taken the money, you’d probably have been robbed at lunch,” I chided her. “You need to be more careful with so much money. If it wasn’t for me looking out for you, you wouldn’t have any money. Give me a kiss and I’ll let you have the money.”

She looked at me in surprise. Perhaps she’d expected to have to clean the boards or the desks, a typical chore that a teacher might assign. There was a trace of a smile on her face and I knew the prize I’d claimed wasn’t beyond reach. She leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks for keeping my money,” she said.

“Oh, now that wasn’t much of a kiss,” I said.

Her blue eyes had a mischievous sparkle and the corners of her mouth turned up in a soft smile. She paused for a moment as she considered what I meant by that comment. She wanted to kiss me, but wasn’t too sure about the propriety of kissing her teacher. Slowly she leaned toward me. The lean covered just the few inches between us, but seemed to take forever. Her eyes had a questioning look as if she expected me to put a halt to this game at any moment. Then, her lips touched mine and she put a chaste kiss on my lips. I had to work hard to keep from grabbing her and holding her to me.

She straightened up again, but clearly this time she had the feeling that a big event had just occurred. I half expected her to demand her money again, but she stood there looking at me without a sound. I broke the silence when I said, “That still wasn’t much of a kiss for the man that saved your money. I was thinking more of a kiss like you’d kiss a boyfriend, you know, like they do in the movies.”

“Mr. Jenkins,” she said with astonishment. “You mean… um, you mean with my mouth open?”

I leaned forward just a tad, putting my left arm around her as I did. I laid my hand on her shoulder blades. With gentle pressure I leaned her toward me. “That’s what I mean, honey,” I whispered as she gave a brief resistance. “That’s not so bad, is it?” Then, I felt her relax. I rose from my seat, holding her in place with my hand on her back as our bodies came together. Her sweet young mouth was open and I pressed my lips to hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth. I watched the surprise in her eyes as I invaded her mouth and then felt her relax again. My right hand went to her bare thigh just above the knee and slid up under her dress. When my hand was halfway up her thigh, she tensed and tried to pull away. I held her firmly, feeling her pert little breasts rub on my chest and shifted my position so her nipples rubbed slightly and stiffened. I kept my lips against hers as I brought my hand all the way up to cup her panty-clad ass cheek.

She finally mustered the strength and will to push away a few inches. “Don’t touch my bottom, Mr. Jenkins,” she said primly as she tried to get completely free from my grasp.

I felt a growing hardness in my crotch from just the brief contact with her soft thigh and smooth ass. She struggled slightly and briefly before she surrendered to her renegotiated position. My hand was no longer on her bottom, though the other hand still held her close to me. Our lips were no longer touching though we were close, our breaths mingling. I could feel her heart pounding and heard her ragged breathing. It had clearly not been a totally unpleasant experience for her as she stood torn between escape and a repeat performance.

With my right hand now on the small of her back, I looked into her eyes. In her innocence, she didn’t know what to expect. I’d crossed the line into territory that clearly bothered her, but my position of authority over her prevented her from pushing the issue. Besides, I still held all her money. I leaned forward and touched my lips to hers, surprised at my own ragged breathing. This was more exciting than I’d imagined. She let me kiss her while my hands stayed safely on her back. Gradually she seemed to become aware that I was pressing her small tits into my chest. So, she put her hands on my chest and with firm pressure put a gap between our bodies.

We broke the kiss and I let her step away from me, looking flustered. Before she could say anything, I spoke. “I suppose that kiss will get $40 back.”

She looked at me with surprise. Then she laughed nervously, wondering if I was serious. She didn’t say anything though. I took that to mean she was waiting for my terms for getting the entire amount back. “I’ll give you $60 back if you kiss me again and let me touch your bottom.”

The look of surprise hadn’t faded from her face yet and now it was renewed. But, she didn’t say anything. I held all the cards and she didn’t know how to negotiate with me. The look of surprise faded as she accepted her fate. “OK,” she said. She stepped toward me.

She’d given in so easily, I decided I could push it just a little farther. “Your bare bottom,” I said.

“My bare bottom?” she repeated. “With my clothes off?” She cast a nervous glance at the door.

“Just your panties,” I said. “You can leave your skirt on and take off your panties.” When she hesitated, I added, “Or I can just keep the money.”

The unfairness of the situation flashed through her eyes, but she didn’t dare say anything. Instead, she reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. They slid into view and past her knees, down to her ankles, and all the way off. Then she stuffed them into her backpack and returned to stand in front of me.

“That was pretty sexy,” I said, letting her know I’d enjoyed the sight of her sliding her worn panties down her slender legs. “How does it feel?”

“Funny,” she said. She stood just inches from me, waiting for me to make a move.

I leaned forward, put my arm around her again, and pressed my lips to hers, sliding my tongue into her mouth. She kissed back, pushed her tongue to me. I enjoyed the kiss and the feel of her trembling in anticipation for a few seconds and then put my other hand on her bare thigh. I heard a quick intake of breath as I touched her. Briefly she tensed and then relaxed. I slid my hand up to cup her little round ass cheek, savoring the touch of her soft, forbidden skin. I caressed her ass gently, and then gave it a squeeze. In response, she kissed me harder, seeming to enjoy the attention.

As I broke the kiss, I asked, “Did that feel good?”

“Uh huh,” she answered. “You could do it again, if…”

Actually I was still doing it. My hand hadn’t left her ass even when we’d broken the kiss. I kissed her again, letting my hand roam over both ass cheeks. Her small breasts pushed against my chest and I could distinctly feel her tiny nipples.

It was she that pushed away from the kiss this time. “Wow,” she breathed softly. “I can’t believe…”

“How good it feels?” I guessed at her thought when she left the sentence hanging.

“Well, that too,” she said. “I mean, I can’t believe that you want to kiss me. I’m not very pretty,” she added.

She was right about that. She was rather plain and considerably less developed that many of her classmates. But I had singled her out in my mind as one of my favorites in the class. I liked to look at her as she sat attentively at her seat or moved around the classroom. It was her slender, barely developed figure that I liked to watch. It was her innocence that made her so sexy in a little girl way. She had no idea what I thought about when I looked at her. But she was finding out now. To my delight, she appeared willing.

“I think you’re perfect,” I said, bringing a smile to her face. And I meant it. Many of her classmates were already dressing and acting like tarts. Those that tried to catch my attention or the boys’ attention in such an overt fashion only earned my disdain. It was girls like Jessica that I found most appealing.

I counted out $60 and laid it on my desk. “I need it all,” she said.

“I know,” I said to her. “So, if a kiss and your bare bottom got you $60 back, what do think will get the rest back?”

“I don’t know,” she said.

“Oh, I think you might know,” I said. “You just aren’t sure.” That was fine with me, too. I would have been disappointed if she seemed too savvy to my ploy. “Are you wearing a bra?”

Her eyes widened in surprise. She didn’t expect a teacher to ask her a question like that. “Um, no,” she said after a few seconds.

“I didn’t think so,” I said. Without further ado, I leaned forward and kissed her again. She gave a low moan of pleasure as we kissed. This time though I slid my hand down her back, fumbled with the hem of her T-shirt, and then slid my hand up under her shirt. Again I felt her tense quickly and then relax. My question had served as warning that her upper body was my next target. My hand caressed her bare back for a few seconds before I made the next move. Holding her tight against me with the hand on her back, I slid my other hand inside her T-shirt and rested it on her bare tummy. I felt her hands rest on my shoulders as she moved her arms up and out of the way. She knew what was coming next.

Slowly I slid my hand up until I cupped a tiny tit. If not for the hard nipple capping it, I might have missed the small mound. It was barely formed, yet once I found it, there was no mistaking I had my hand on a preteen tit. She moaned again softly, broke the kiss for just a second to say, “Wow,” and then kissed me again. I figured she was once again expressing her disbelief that a grown man found her sexy and wanted to touch her tits.

I pushed her a couple feet back and looked at her. She looked at me expectantly. I knew I could ask just about anything of her right now. “How much do I get back now?” she asked me. I’d forgotten about the money for a moment, but she hadn’t.

“Forget about the money,” I told her. “When we’re done, you’ll get it all back, OK?”

“OK,” she said. Perhaps she was aware of how open ended she’d just left the matter. I don’t think she was. Instead, she was just enjoying the attention she was getting without regard to the fact that we were going into territory that we ought not to be entering.

“Let me see you,” I said to her. “Take off your shirt.”

“You want to see… me?” she voiced her disbelief.

“Yes,” I said. “Didn’t I tell you that you’re perfect?”

She didn’t answer, but skinned her T-shirt off over her head rather quickly. Then she stood looking back at me. She was holding her T-shirt in her hands in front of her, but not covering her tiny mounds. From the look on her face, I could tell she was looking for approval.

“They’re beautiful,” I said.

She let out a big sigh, “You really think so?”

“Oh, yes,” I said. I put both hands on her chest, one on each tit and fondled her gently. She was so skinny that I could practically put my hands around her chest. I grasped her gently, my fingers on her shoulder blades and my thumbs on her nipples. “Beautiful,” I said again and then we kissed.

“Only one thing left,” I said, letting my eyes fall to her skirt.

“You want to see that, too?” she asked incredulously.

“I’ll bet it’s beautiful, too,” I said.

Without another word, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. The darkness was my enemy now. There had been enough light to make out her other features, but the cleft between her legs was in full shadow. Still, I said, “Lovely,” as I put my hand on her bulging mound. My fingers found it smooth and soft to the touch. It was hairless just as I had imagined. I spun her 90 degrees so that some light fell between her legs, letting my eyes confirm what my fingers had told me.

“You are so sexy,” I said softly.

“Oh, wow,” she said. Her voice was full of wonder and emotion. “I didn’t think anyone would every say that to me.”

For a few moments, my hands were all over her and she just melted in my arms. I kissed her lips, her tits, her eyes, her cheeks, and everywhere in between. My hands caressed her ass, her pussy, her soft thighs, and her tits. Then, I just wanted to look at her. She couldn’t believe I found her sexy. I couldn’t believe I’d found her so willing.

I asked her to pose facing me, then turn away. She put her hands on her head and her tiny mounds practically vanished as she stretched for me. Then, I had her climb on my desk and pose on her hands and knees. “Push your cute little ass in the air,” I told her and she complied with a giggle. Her ‘bottom’ had become a cute little ass and she loved the attention. I peeked at her virgin pussy as it peeked back at me from between her slender thighs. Innocent though she was, she was thoroughly enjoying being on full display for me. I reached under her and cupped her tits. Gravity made them as big as they could possibly be, yet they were still just tiny little cones.

“Now you watch me,” I said as I slid down my pants and underwear. Her eyes got big as my throbbing cock popped into view.

“Are you going to… fuck me?” she asked. Her voice suddenly sounded tiny and frightened. Yet, she didn’t move. As she was, her pussy beckoned to me. Of course she was too high, being perched on the desk, but she couldn’t see the physical impossibility of me fucking her on the spot.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?” I asked.

“N-no,” she answered, confirming my thought.

“Then, no, I’m not going to fuck you,” I told her. Instead, I wanted something else. I helped her down off the desk and had her kneel in front of me. “Put your hands on it. Go ahead. You can touch it.”

She carefully put her hand around my shaft. “Thanks,” she said, thrilled to be holding a cock, apparently for the first time ever.

That wasn’t the word I expected to come from her lips. It struck me as ironic that she would thank me for what I was doing to her. But, then again, it made me realize just how impressed this plain girl was to be treated as a sexy sweet thing. She was overwhelmed to be kneeling naked in front of her favorite teacher with his cock in her hand.

“Now, put both hands on it and stroke up and down,” I urged her. She did as I asked, slowly stroking up and down. Her eyes were wide with wonder as my cock throbbed and bounced between her gentle fingers. “That feels good,” I said. “When I cum you can have your money back.”

“You’re gonna cum?” she asked in surprise. “Wow.”

“Of course, I am,” I said. “I’ve got a sexy, naked girl right in front of me.” She beamed and her hands kept stroking up and down my cock.

“A little faster now,” I said. “And a little harder. Squeeze just a little tighter.” There was precum oozing out of the tip of my cock. “See, you’re getting me hot,” I said to her.

“Cool,” she said. Her eyes were glued to my cock as she picked up speed.

“Want to taste it?” I asked her.

“That stuff?” she asked.

“Yes, my cum,” I said. “And my cock. Lots of girls like the taste.”

“I don’t know,” she eyed it suspiciously.

I wanted it in her mouth. “I’ll give you an extra 20.”

She looked up at me quickly and then back at my cock. Her hands were doing a wonderful job, but I knew her mouth would feel even better. Then, she leaned forward and took the tip of my cock in her cute little mouth. I felt her tongue lick the tip of my cock. Her hands slipped farther down my shaft, but didn’t slow down as she took about 2 inches of my cock in her mouth.

“Yeah, that’s right,” I said. “That feels real good, sexy.” I’d noticed that word was music to her ears. She was something she’d never been before; she was sexy. Her eyes flashed up to my face again, a look of wonder and gratitude.

“How’s it taste?” I asked.

She pulled her mouth free for just long enough to say, “Good,” and then she was back sucking. As blowjobs go it was OK. Her hands were doing most of the work, but just the sight of this innocent preteen with her lips wrapped around my cock was a thrill.

I felt my cum start to rise. “That’s it, sexy. Keeping doing that. Even a little faster and harder now. I’m gonna cum real soon.” I started to wonder what she would do when I came. She was totally unprepared for what was about to happen. “It’s gonna shoot out a bunch of that stuff,” I warned her. “You can catch it in your mouth if you like the taste, or let it shoot on your chest.”

She just nodded, too absorbed in the blowjob to speak.

“Just make sure you keep your hands going even when I’m cumming.” Damn, this was sweet. I had a 12-year-old down on her knees sucking my cock. I’d fantasized about several of the girls in my class and now it was coming true. “Almost there… here it cums.” I felt the warm rush of cum down the length of my cock. It shot out explosively. Apparently she wasn’t kidding about it tasting good to her. She took the first spurt in her mouth, savoring the warm, salty jism as it filled her mouth.

“Keep pumping,” I told her. “Oh, God, yes.” I watched as she pulled away and swallowed what was in her mouth. The next burst hit her on the chin. The next spasm put a white stream right between her cute little tits. Then, she put her mouth back on my cock and sucked some more cum out. Jesus, I thought, there is nothing like cumming on a 12-year-old.

She continued to suck on my cock, milking every drop from it. Finally, I said, “That’s it, baby. There isn’t anymore.” My cock had gone soft in her hands.

“That was fun,” she said. “Thanks, Mr. Jenkins.” She stood up and I could see the trail of cum between her tits in the dim light. Her chin was graced with cum, too. I wiped her chin with my finger, catching some of the cum and put it to her lips. She sucked it off. “Mmmm,” she purred. “Wow, I heard it was nasty stuff. But it’s… good.”

“Thank you, Jessica,” I said. “That was a good job. It felt good to have you do that for me.” I found a tissue and wiped her chest clean. Then, I made sure her chin was spotless. No need to have her wandering the halls of the middle school with a white crust on her face.

I watched her dress and then gave her back her money. Then I handed her the extra $20 that I’d promised her. “Can we do it again sometime, Mr. Jenkins?” she asked.