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Payback
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Part Two
The hardest part of his revised plan was
getting the large envelope onto Miss Ferguson's
desk without being seen. Jim's luck held out as he
was the first one into class that day. Quick as he
could, he stuck it in the middle of the equally large
interoffice envelopes one of the school aids had
already dropped off. Then he quickly left the
classroom, returning ten minutes later with other
students.
As was the practice for Tuesday's, most of
the English period was set aside for private study.
Most teachers used this time to catch up on their
paperwork and Michelle was no exception. From
his desk, Jim watched carefully as his target went
through the contents of the first two envelopes.
One eye constantly watched the clock, taking note
that the papers she'd read so far had taken up
most of the period. It was possible that she might
not get to his surprise before class was over. Jim
began to experience a feeling of disappointment.
Then, with only a few minutes left before
the bell would ring, Jim's face lit up as he watched
Michelle put down the pile she was working on
and reached for the envelope he had left. The
Teacher looked at the label for a moment,
shrugged her shoulders, then slit open the top with
her letter opener.
Michelle Ferguson's normally rosy
complexion turned a deadly pale white when she
saw the photograph from the envelope. For a
moment, Jim thought she might actually pass out
as it looked like she couldn't catch her breath.
Had he gone too far?
"Miss Ferguson, are you all right?" one of
the girls in the front roll asked loudly when she
looked up and saw the look of distress on the
teacher's face.
With that, every student in the class
looked up from what they were doing to see what
the girl was talking about. Her face still pale,
Michelle quickly stuffed the picture back in the
plain manila envelope and rushed out of the room.
Jim could only guess that she was on the way to
the closest bathroom to throw up.
Ignoring the discussion going on around
him about the Teacher's strange behavior, Jim sat
back in his chair very pleased with himself. It had
been more satisfying to actually see her reaction to
the picture. And that was only the beginning.
The red disk was still resting in the knapsack at
his feet. Additionally, he had also printed a small
note on the back on the photograph in a last
second inspiration. It simply said, coach's office -
5:00.
Jim had toyed with the idea of physically
confronting Miss Ferguson. Personally letting her
know that he was the one she could credit with
her downfall. He still didn't know if he would
actually go through with that part of his plan, but
it felt nice to have that option. The Lakeville
Rockets were playing at Northside tonight and the
coach's office would be as empty as a ghost town
at that hour.
The bell rang soon after and Jim headed to
his next class. He became even more pleased with
himself when he overhead one girl tell another that
she had gone to check on Miss Ferguson and
found her in the girl's bathroom, her head buried
in one of the toilets.
By the end of the school day, Jim had
decided to wait around and see if Michelle would
keep her appointment. He'd heard she'd asked
other teachers to cover her classes for the rest of
the day, saying that she felt a little ill. Yet at the
same time, she hadn't gone home to rest, telling
them she just wanted to lay down in her office for
a little while. Normally any teacher taking sick
time would've been out the front door before the
administration had even arranged for a substitute.
As a member of the newspaper board, it
was easily for Jim to hang around after everyone
else started to go home. Most of the students in
the office were going to the Northside game and
wanted to catch the 4:30 buses. By quarter to
five, Jim was all alone in the office.
"Decision time," Jim said to himself as he
put down the proofs he hadn't really been reading
and looked up as the clock neared five. "I guess it
wouldn't hurt just to take a walk down the hall
and see if she actually showed up."
Jim took his time strolling down the
hallway, walking like he didn't have a care in the
world. He stopped to read a few notices posted
on the tiled wall. Unlike Friday evening, the hall
was still well lit at this hour.
Passing the side corridor that led to the
coach's office, Jim paused just log enough to look
down it. Sure enough, there was Miss Ferguson
standing impatiently by the locked door.
Jim had gone about ten feet further when
he came to a full stop. He thought about it for a
moment, then turned around and headed back
toward the side corridor.
Michelle Ferguson was so lost in her own
thoughts that at first she didn't see Jim coming
toward her. She looked up and was startled by his
presence.
"Oh it's you, Grant," she said when she
saw him. "I don't have time to talk to you about
the paper right now. It's going to have to wait
until tomorrow."
The fact that the thirty seven year old
couldn't make a connection between the seventeen
year olds appearance and why she was waiting
here just added to Jim's sense of animosity. It was
just yet another example of her not taking him
seriously.
"It's not about the Star." Jim replied.
"Classwork then," Michelle added
restlessly. "Whatever it is you want, it will have
to wait until tomorrow!"
"Even if I wanted to discuss an interesting
picture of you and Coach Kelly?" Jim said with a
small smile of satisfaction.
"Omigod!" Michelle said with disbelief.
Michelle was speechless for what seemed
like minutes but was only seconds. Then her
incredulity quickly turned to hostility.
"How could you do something like this to
me?" she shouted in a voice that traveled the
length of the hall.
The sudden outburst took Jim by surprise
and he found himself taking a long step back in
response. Then he stepped back, determined to
give as good as he got. Every argument he'd had
with the teacher came rushing full force from his
memory.
Now it was Michelle's turn to be taken
aback as Jim recounted a litany of incidents where
she had embarrassed him as well as other students.
Of how she only seemed to care about her
favorites, and disregarded anything from anyone
else.
"Besides," Jim shot back. "I'm not the
one who was in that office last Friday blowing the
Coach. I only pressed the shutter, you provided
the image."
"To send me a copy of that ... that ...
picture," she went on. "In my classroom!"
"Hell, I was planning to post it on the
Internet," Jim shot back. "Maybe I still will!"
The sudden thought that others would see
the picture immediately brought back the shock to
Michelle's face. Her tone of voice quickly turned
conciliatory.
"Shouting at each other isn't going to solve
anything," Michelle said in a softer tone. "There
has to be a way we can work this out."
"Why should I?" Jim said, his anger
unabated.
"Please, Jim," Michelle said, the emotion
in her voice real enough. "I'll admit that I can be a
bitch at times, but I can't afford for a picture like
that to get out."
"Why should I care?" Jim asked.
"Look, I'll make it up to you," Michelle
said, her voice filling with sincerity. "Most of our
disagreements have been about the Star, right? I
know how you love running that paper. I'll give
you full control of it. Whatever you want done I'll
give a green light to. You always wanted to get
rid of Phyllis and her column, I'll tell her she and
it are gone tomorrow."
"If you're gone I'll get the paper anyway,"
Jim said. "You'd have to offer something better
than that."
Michelle took a deep breath and turned
away from Jim. She stared into her reflection in
the glass wall of the office.
"You liked what you saw in that picture,
didn't you?" she asked without turning around.
"I'd have to be lying or gay if I said I
didn't," Jim admitted. "But what's that got to do
with anything."
"What if," she began, still looking in her
reflection. "What if I gave you the same thing I
gave Coach Kelly?"
"You're kidding?" Jim asked in disbelief.
"I am being very serious." Michelle
answered as she turned back around.
From the look in her eyes, Jim now
believed her.
"What if I wanted more," Jim asked,
wondering where he was getting the nerve to
actually say this. "What if I wanted it all?"
There was little doubt as to what he meant
by "all".
"Then I guess," the redhead said in total
surrender. "I'd have to give you it all."
Immediately the memory of the orgasm
he'd had simply jerking off to Michelle's picture
came to mind. How could he pass up the chance
to experience the real thing. It was simple, he
couldn't.
"You're talking about right now?" Jim
asked in clarification.
"Yes," Michelle replied. "I have a copy of
the key to the Coach's office."
"No, not here," Jim quickly answered,
thinking that it was unlikely that she would get
caught a second time, but not impossible.
"Someplace really private, like a motel or
something."
"Well I'm not about to check into a motel
with a student." Michelle replied just as fast.
Jim thought for the moment that Michelle
might already be reconsidering her decision.
Instead she said.
"It'll have to be my apartment. I've tutored
students there before so it won't seem so strange if
anyone were to see us going in."
"I don't believe this is really happening."
Jim said to himself as she followed the older
woman up the stairs and out of the school.
The parking lot was deserted as Michelle
and Jim got into her car. The Teacher hadn't said
a word since they left the building. Jim
remembered seeing on the school records that
Michelle only lived a few minutes from the school.
As they drove, Jim took the time to really
look at Michelle. His gaze started at her profile,
taking in the small imperfections that only seemed
to add to her attractiveness. Moving down he
stopped at her breasts, his eyes drawn to the small
expanse of skin visible through the fold of her
white blouse. Finally he moved down to the blue
skirt below, noting with a smile that the material
had ridden up high enough to show a large
amount of leg.
Fascinated as he was by those marvelous
breasts, Jim was even more so by the smoothness
of her legs. Gathering his nerve, he reached out
and put his hand on the exposed flesh. Hearing no
objection, he began to run his hand up and down
her leg, moving further against the edge of her
skirt with each motion. After the third caress, Jim
went for broke and reached up under Michelle's
skirt and placed his hand between her legs.
"I hope you're enjoying yourself."
Michelle said, her tone such that it was hard to tell
if it had been meant as an encouragement or a
rebuke.
Michelle was once again silent after that as
she pulled into the parking lot of her apartment
building and then led him up to her fourth floor
apartment. She had him carry his books so it
would look to anyone who saw them that he was
just another student she was tutoring. Luck was
with them however as they passed not a single
soul.
"Make yourself comfortable," Michelle
said as she closed and locked the door behind
Jim. "I just need to change these clothes and I'll
be with you in a few minutes."
The neutral tone of her voice made it
sound as if she was ordering groceries from the
corner store rather than about to have sex with
one of her students.
The tick of the clock on the wall seemed
deafening to Jim as it counted off the seconds.
Brief moments that seemed to pass with agonizing
slowness. Standing alone in the empty room,
Jim's mind began to wonder what he had really
gotten himself into.
What did she mean by get comfortable, he
asked himself. Did she expect him to get naked,
or at least take off some of his clothes? The sandy
haired teen had no idea. Finally he decided to
settle for just taking off his jacket and knapsack.
Then a more troubling train of thought
began to take hold. It occurred to him that no one
really knew that he was here in Miss Ferguson's
apartment. What if she never intended to have sex
with him in order to get the photo. The more he
considered what had happened in the last two
hours, the more incredible it all seemed.
The seventeen year old didn't think it likely
that Michelle was going to come running out of
the bedroom with gun or knife in hand and
threaten him for the picture. It was a good
consideration, however, that she might very well
be on the phone arranging for some of her
teacher's pets to come over convince him he
should give over his photograph. Off the top of
his head, Jim could think of at least three members
of the football team who would be willing to
pound him into pulp to make Miss Ferguson
happy.
"Maybe I've taken this a little too far." Jim
thought as he considered getting out of here while
he could.
"I hope that wasn't too long." Michelle
said as she emerged from the bedroom behind Jim.
"No, it was ..." Jim started to say as he
turned around at the sound of her voice.
Whatever the next word he was planning
to say was totally lost as his mouth dropped open
in shock.
Totally gone was the conservative outfit
that Michelle wore in school. Instead Michelle
was now wearing a royal blue satin chemise with
white lace trim. Even though he had already seen
the thirty seven year old half naked, his cock
reacted as if she was the first woman he had ever
seen.
Gone in a flash was any thought that half
the front four were going to suddenly appear and
smash in his face. He now believed this was really
going to happen.
Michelle had to keep from laughing when
she saw the look of shock on Jim's face. He
probably thought she was planning some sort of
trick to get the picture off him without having to
pay for it. True was, the thought had occurred to
the Teacher, but she decided she might as well
take advantage of the situation.
Michelle Ferguson had always been a
realist and knew very well her own failings. It had
been one of those lapses that had almost led to her
being dismissed as a Teacher a few years ago.
Her marriage had been in a tailspin, headed
for the divorce courts. She had become involved
with two other teachers at the school, both of
them married as well. The episode had ended
with her husband leaving for good and both of the
teachers asking for reassignments that the school
board was more than happy to give to prevent an
open scandal. They had made it seem like a
routine transfer by approving another Teacher's
request as well.
"Of course if I hadn't blown that fat fool of
a Principle, he never would've recommended to
the school board that they bury the whole
incident." Michelle thought, remembering that it
had only taken Mr. Kendall a minute in her mouth
before he had come.
After that, Michelle had walked the
straight and narrow for almost a whole six
months. Then she had fallen off the wagon with
an affair with yet another married teacher, Matt
Bonner. That one had ended of it's own accord
when Bonner began to worry that his wife was
beginning to have suspicions and quickly called it
all off.
Her encounters with Coach Kelly had
started one afternoon when she overhead one of
her colleagues telling another that Kelly had been
at a bar with him the night before drowning his
sorrows. Evidently the Coach was complaining
that his wife wouldn't give him head, saying it was
an unnatural practice. The second teacher had
said he didn't blame Kelly's wife, stating he had
seen Kelly in the locker room showers. That
monster he carried between his legs would scare
any woman. To Michelle, it was like waving a
challenge in front of her face. Or more precisely
her mouth.
In between her liaisons with Kelly and
Bonner, Michelle's sexual fascinations began to
focus on an even more dangerous track. Not
content merely to be working her way through the
male faculty, she began to have fantasies involving
students. These desires built almost weekly after
Bonner had broken off their affair. Building to the
point where she decided to actually do it.
It was just before graduation last year that
Bobby Cole, all city all star stood just about where
Jim was now standing. Michelle had decided that
the tall and good-looking eighteen year old was
just the one to make her fantasy a reality. It was
only at the last moment that she'd had a rare
change of heart when she decided that the none
too bright athlete wasn't smart enough to keep his
mouth shut if she'd gone through it.
Jim Grant was hardly Michelle's first
choice to play the student in her fantasy. In fact,
he wouldn't have even fallen in the top twenty if
she were to have made a list. Still, the
opportunity had presented itself, and personality
conflicts aside, he was a pretty good looking
young man. Finally, after it was all said and done,
he would have as much interest as she would in
keeping it a secret.
So she would get back the incriminating
photo, and play out her fantasy as well. A win,
win situation if she ever saw one.
"Well do you like what you see, Mr.
Grant?" Michelle said as she strode across the
room, her breasts heaving with every step.
"Oh wow!" Jim tried to say, the words
dying stillborn in his mouth.
"Oh come now, I'm never known you to
be at a loss for words." the older teacher said
when she stopped right in front of her student.
Jim was even more tongue tied looking
right down at her half exposed breasts. He
immediately decided that his photographs barely
did them justice.
"Well if you can't tell me what you think,
then I guess you'll have to show me in another
way."
Jim didn't have time to figure that
statement out before Michelle showed him exactly
what she meant. He almost jumped as he felt her
outstretched palm press against his cock.
"My, this is quite nice," Michelle smiled as
she felt the hardness under his pants. "And fairly
impressive as well. I didn't know you had it in
you, Mr. Grant."
"Jim," the young man said as he finally
found his voice again. "My name is Jim."
"Very well, Jim it is then," she grinned.
"After all, we do seem to be burying the hatchet ,
among other things," she laughed, rubbing his
cock all the harder. "But I insist you still call me,
Miss Ferguson. I like the way it sounds."
"Yes, Miss Ferguson." Jim softly moaned,
the pressure of her fingers on his young manhood
having their effect.
"You're not a virgin, are you?" Michelle
asked as the thought occurred to her. "If I take
this out, you're not going to explode all over my
hand, are you?"
"No, I'm not a virgin." Jim managed to
reply, failing to mention that only a brief
encounter with his neighbor's cousin had spared
him from that distinction.
"Excellent," Michelle said as she began to
undo his belt buckle. "It would be a shame to
waste this, not when there are so many other
lovely things we could do with it."
Experienced fingers quickly freed Jim's
cock. Michelle let out what almost seemed like a
whistle of appreciation as she studied her prize.
Most of her recent lovers, Coach Kelly being an
excellent case in point, had been older men.
Bending to her knees to examine the younger
manhood, the redhead decided there was
something to be said for youth after all.
Michelle tilted her head forward and
closed her dark red lips around the teenage cock.
Her tongue glided across the sensitive underside
of its head, causing Jim to give out a long, loud
gasp.
"Oh God!" Jim gasped loudly, sure that he
was going to explode the moment he felt the soft
wetness engulf his cock.
In fact Jim might well have exploded the
moment he felt Michelle's lips press against his
cock had not the Teacher used a trick she learned
when she herself had been a teen. Applying
pressure to a point at the base of his cock, she
prevented him from reaching a premature climax.
Practicing an oral technique that she'd
perfected when she was younger than the teen she
was using it on, Michelle brought Jim to a state of
arousal greater than he could've ever imagined.
Jim's mind had gone totally blank. Even if he
tried, at this moment it would've been impossible
for him to form a coherent thought. Except of
course that he would do anything to keep this
feeling going.
"Mmmm." Michelle moaned as she ran
her tongue down length of his cock once more.
As great as Jim's desire for her to go on
and on, it paled next to Michelle's rapidly growing
craving to taste the sweet ambrosia of his young
manhood. The small pearls of precum she had
licked from the tip of his cock had made her
hunger for more.
Swallowing him whole once more, she
released her safety hold just above his balls and
began to pump his cock with both her hand and
mouth. Jim was unable to resist the sudden rush
her release brought and instead began to go with
the flow. Following the example he'd seem in the
few adult films they'd watched in Bill's basement,
he held onto the back of her head for support and
fucked her face with all the effort he could muster.
For a moment he could mentally step out
of his body and imagine how the scene might look
in a photograph. Himself, standing tall with his
pants down around his ankles. Miss Ferguson,
object of so much of his frustrations, on her knees
with his hard cock thrusting in and out of her
mouth.
The imaginary celluloid image in his mind
was the final push over the edge for the student.
With a draining orgasm that he felt from his toes
to his head, the seventeen year old exploded into
his teacher's mouth. An eruption she was only too
eager to accept.
The almost paralytic effect of his orgasm
cause Jim to pause in his efforts to drive his cock
down Michelle's throat. The thirty seven year
more than look up the sudden slack as her head
bobbed back and forth, creating a suction that
made sure she didn't miss a single drop of her
prize. It had been as long ago as her own teen
years since she had sucked off to climax anyone
Jim's age. It didn't take more that those first tangy
drops for her to remember how much she had
liked the taste of a young man. It spurred her
desire to savor every bit of it.
"No more!" Jim cried almost in disbelief as
Michelle continued to suck his cock with ruthless
abandon, even after he had no more of the white
treat to give her. It wasn't until it began to soften
that she finally released her iron grip.
It took a few moments for the young man
to regain balance on shaky feet.
"That was ... that was ..." he repeated,
unable to come up with anything to describe what
he had just experienced. It was so unlike the his
two previous oral adventures.
(missing parts may be found at)
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