Eddie Gallway settled into his desk in his English II class. He had just transferred to Parklake High in the middle of the year. The students had just returned from Christmas break. It was third period, the period before lunch. The teacher was Ms. Kepler. She was thirty-nine years old, 5'5, 130 lbs, with hazel eyes, shoulder length dark blonde hair, dyed to cover the few grays that age had granted around her temples and in her bangs. She kept her figure up through regular exercise, though she had added a few pounds to her hips and buttocks. She welcomed Eddie to class and begun her lesson. As she taught, she would glance over the class to see if everyone was paying attention, and no one was sleeping, passing notes, or talking. Every time her eyes fell on Eddie sitting in the corner of the classroom, he was giving her a curious smug look and rotating a silver ring on his right middle finger. As class ended and the students filed out, she stopped Eddie to see what he had covered in English class in his old school. Eddie told her about reading Julius Caesar, Antigone, The Catcher in the Rye and various poems and short stories. As he spoke, he kept rotating the silver ring on his finger. Ms. Kepler found herself studying her new student. He was about 5'10, with short brown hair and green eyes. He was a bit thin and wore loose fitting jeans and a t-shirt with a picture of Marylin Monroe on it. He was not the type who stood out in the crowd, but Ms. Kepler could not stop memorizing everything about the way he looked. She told Eddie where the class was picking up, welcomed him again, and let him go to lunch. Eddie smiled at her and left. The rest of the day was not uneventful for Ms. Kepler.

That night, her seventeen year old daughter Chloe came home from cheerleader practice and the two ate dinner on the small dining room table while watching the local news on a small TV they kept in the dining room for that purpose. After dinner, Ms. Kepler wrote her lesson plan for the next day and watched movies on AMC. At 10:00 she prepared for bed. She changed into her cotton pajamas, brushed her teeth, put on moisturizer and went to bed. As she lay in bed waiting for sleep to come, her thoughts drifted to Eddie. His look was engrained in her head. She clearly saw his eyes, the smug look on his face, and the way he smiled at her when he left. She wondered why she was thinking about this new boy so much as she drifted off to sleep.

The next day her third period English II class went on as normal, but she found herself stealing glances in Eddie's direction. His smug look was replaced by a smile. It was smile that seemed to tell her he knew something she did not. She lost her train of thought a few times, but covered her tracks well. When the bell rang, Eddie was the last to leave the room. As he was leaving, he turned to look at his teacher. He gave her a grin, turned and walked out.

As Ms. Kepler lay in bed that night, her thoughts turned to Eddie again. This time his smile was more haunting than she remembered. She felt her temperature rise a bit and her heart rate increase. She could not stop thinking about him. She tossed and turned for a while then opened her nightstand drawer. In the back under some scarves was her vibrator. She rubbed a little moisturizer on it and proceeded to pleasure herself. She hoped it would distract her from her thoughts of Eddie, but that smile kept coming back into her mind. The more she thought about Eddie, the faster and deeper she thrust the vibrator in and out. She was soon covered in sweat. She turned to look at the clock and realized she had been masturbating for some time but could not get off. Frustrated, she removed the vibrator. Wiped it down with some tissues, tossed the tissues in her bathroom trash, and put the vibrator back in its place. She lay back on her bed. She felt flushed and embarrassed. She had never masturbated while thinking of a student before. She mentally upbraided herself and continued to toss in bed, finally falling asleep after midnight.

The next day in her third period class, she did her best to avoid looking at Eddie. She was teaching a lesson on "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe. As she discussed the various rhyme schemes, she heard laughing coming from the corner of the room. She looked up to see Eddie leaning forward and whispering something to the student in front of him. "Is there something you'd like to share with the class, Eddie?" she asked.

"Nah, not really," he replied with that damned smug grin.

"Then can I continue?"

"Sorry, go ahead."

"Thank you," her glance lingered on Eddie and especially his smug smile. The class bell rang, and the students filed out. She made an effort to keep her back to the door as her students left so as not to make eye contact with Eddie. As she shuffled papers on her desk, she heard Eddie call out, "Bye, Ms. Kepler." He said it almost sarcastically, and it sent a chill down her spine.

That night she fantasized about Eddie again. This time she was kneeling on the floor of her classroom and giving Eddie a blowjob in front of the class. In her fantasy she kept turning her eyes towards the class as she went down on the teen, and the class just stared wide-eyed and slack jawed at her and Eddie. As her fantasy progressed, she became more and more aroused. Her hand found its way into her pajama bottoms, and she started to finger herself. As her fantasy self went after Eddie's cock faster and deeper, her fingers went after her pussy faster and deeper. All at once she was embarrassed, confused, aroused, and frustrated. After some time she stopped fingering herself and lay covered in sweat on her bed. Her chest heaved and her heart raced, but she had been unable to get herself off again. Her sexual frustration and confusion about her feelings for Eddie drove her to tears. She got up and took a quick cold shower to calm herself down. She eventually drifted off into a troubled sleep.

Thursday came, and Ms. Kepler dreaded third hour. Second hour was her planning period, and she spent it pacing around her room wondering what has happening with her. She had noticed over the years that several of her male students were attractive, but she had never had sexual fantasies about them. What was so different about Eddie? Third period arrived, and the students took their places. Only five minutes into class, Ms. Kepler had to chastise Eddie for cutting up with the students around him. He apologized with that aggravating know it all smile of his that his teacher now dreaded. Just before class ended, Eddie was acting up again. "Young man," Ms. Kepler said sternly, "see me after class." She said that while looking just over Eddie's head to avoid his gaze. The bell rang a few minutes later, and all the students save Eddie left for lunch. Eddie remained in his desk with a bemused look on his face. Ms. Kepler dreaded this confrontation. "Come here, Eddie."

Eddie slowly got up and walked up to Ms. Kepler. "Yes, Ms. Kepler?" he said with a smirk.

"Wipe that grin off your face," Ms. Kepler demanded.

Eddie kept smirking.

"I mean NOW, mister!"

"What do you want from me?" he asked.

Ms. Kepler was taken aback. She took a moment to composer herself. "Be strong!" she thought. "Don't take that tone of voice with me. This is the third time this week I've had to correct you," she said. What do I have to do to get through to you that you do not disrupt my class?"

Eddie walked over to the door and glanced down the hall. The students had emptied the halls and were now at lunch. He closed the door and walked back to his teacher. "What do you want me to do, Ms. Kepler?"

There was something odd about the way he addressed her. Ms. Kepler lost hr train of thought. She studied his features again noticing the few freckles under his eyes and across the bridge of his nose. "I...I want you to respect me...my class...I...." His smirk disrupted her train of thought.

"Am I to be punished, Ms. Kepler?"

Ms. Kepler found her heart start to race. She felt heat rising in her cheeks and knew she was blushing. "I...I want you...." She lost her concentration again.

"You want me?" Eddie said with a snicker.

The teacher felt mortified. She knew she was now making a fool of herself. "Eddie...why...don't you...."

"What?" the boy said in a shocked voice. "You want me to show you my penis?"

Ms. Kepler was stunned. The fantasy she had had last night jumped into her mind. She just stared at him with her mouth slightly parted. Her breathing increased.

"This is SO unfair!" said Eddie as he dropped his book bag and began undoing his jeans. He pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees and his penis sprung to life. He watched his scared, confused teacher stare at his member. "Well, you might as well get this over with. Go ahead...suck away."

Ms. Kepler slowly dropped to her knees while looking up at Eddie. She gulped and took his cock into her hand. She stroked it a few times then took it into her mouth. She started licking his shaft then started sucking on it. She bobbed her head up and down. This was the first blowjob she had given since before her separation from her now ex-husband.

"Oh, come on," said Eddie, "If you going to make me go through with this, do it right." He grabbed his teacher's head and thrust it towards him forcing his cock deeper into her throat.

Ms. Kepler felt herself starting to cum. She was now aroused like she had not been in quite some time. The sensation of having Eddie's cock in her mouth was incredible. She closed her eyes and wrapped her hands around him. Her chest heaved more and more. Her thoughts were a blur, and she felt her body temperature rise. Eddie finally shot his load into her throat, and at that point she had an orgasm that rocked her body like no orgasm she had ever had. She kept sucking on Eddie's cock until it went flaccid.

"Are you finished with me?" He asked, "I would like to get to lunch."

His words snapped Ms. Kepler out of her sexual trance. She pulled away and fell back on her heels. She looked up at Eddie with a sense of fear. She felt the wetness in her panties. She sat there and breathed through her mouth as she watched Eddie go to her desk and wipe his penis off with some tissue. He tossed the tissue in the trashcan and pulled up his pants. "I can't believe you made me take out my penis like that," he said in a huff. "I aught to tell my parents." He turned on his heel and left.

Near panic almost overcame Ms. Kepler. She stood up and staggered to her desk. Eddie had closed the door behind him. She let her skirt fall to her ankles. She grabbed some tissue and wiped herself off. Her panties were soaked. She pulled them off and wiped herself off again. She was glad she had worn a skirt today as her cum probably would have soaked through her panties onto any pants she was wearing. She could smell her scent on her panties. She knew she could not put them back on. She pulled up her skirt and wiped the dust off her knees where she had knelt on her skirt. She took her panties and the tissue she used over to the window. She looked out and saw no one in the parking lot below. She was glad to be on the second floor. She quickly opened the window and tossed her panties and the tissues out. She closed the window and the blinds. "Oh god," she thought, "What have I done?" she slumped into her chair behind her desk. "What if he tells? This could ruin my career! What about Chloe?" Her daughter went to Parklake too. She stared at the back of the classroom and wondered what to do.

The bell to end lunch snapped Ms. Kepler out of her trance. She tried her best to compose herself. The rest of the day went by painfully slowly. She had her final three classes read silently and answer some questions from the text. She could not concentrate on her lesson. The school dragged to an end, and she made her way home. She quickly went to her bathroom and showered. As she did a thought she had been trying to deny and repress came into her head. The experience with Eddie was incredible. The orgasm she had burst forth unleashing all the sexual tension that had been building up since Monday night. She had never particularly cared for performing oral sex, but the experience with Eddie was something else. She had to admit she loved it. The fact that she so enjoyed performing oral sex on a fifteen-year-old student brought her to new levels of shame. She did not know how to handle these conflicting emotions. After washing herself, she stretched her hands out in front of her and leaned against the front of the shower wall as the water cascaded down over her bowed head. She remained like this until the hot water started to run out. She got out of the shower, dried off, put on some sweats, and went downstairs to prepare dinner with the conflicting feelings of shame and arousal competing in her head.

That night as she lay in bed, the thrill she experienced from going down on Eddie returned. The arousal overcame the shame, and she once again got out her vibrator. Once again, however, she kept at herself for quite some time, but could not get herself off. She ended up sweaty and frustrated again.

Friday arrived and so did the dread of seeing Eddie again. Had he told anyone? Would he say anything to her? Would the feelings of arousal come back to her when she saw him? Third period started, and Eddie took his seat without even glancing at Ms. Kepler. She started class and gave them an essay assignment. As the class worked, and she looked over essays from first period, she would slyly steal glances at Eddie. He diligently worked away without ever looking up. Occasionally flashes of her sucking his cock would enter her mind, and she knew she was blushing. Luckily her students were too busy with their work to notice. She looked up at Eddie again and found him staring at her with that damned smirk again. He sat there twisting the silver ring on his right hand. She blushed and quickly looked away again. She decided to stop Eddie after class and have a talk with him. She had to make sure he would not tell anyone. With five minutes left in class, though, that chance was ruined. A message came over the intercom that Eddie's mother had come to check him out. Eddie got up to leave and never once looked at his teacher.

Ms. Kepler finished her classes Friday and headed home. She stopped by the grocery store and picked up a few things before making it home. She put up her groceries and went upstairs and lay on her back on her bed. This had been an exhausting week. She thought about the week's events and tried her best to make sense of them. She found herself again and again thinking about how much she had loved sucking Eddie's dick. It was impossible for her to put it out of her mind. She became more and more aroused as she thought about what had transpired after third period Thursday. She suddenly realized she had undone her slacks and slipped her hand down her panties. She was slowly massaging her clit. She gave up on stopping the feelings of arousal that accompanied her thoughts of Eddie, closed her eyes, and started to massage deeper and harder. To her dismay after over thirty minutes of stroking and rubbing, she was unable to get herself off. "Fuck!" she yelled out loud. She got off the bed and redid her slacks. She stormed into the bathroom and washed her hands.

Chloe came home after cheerleading practice, showered, and changed clothes. It was Friday night and she and her boyfriend Ryan were going out to meet some friends for pizza and a movie. After Chloe left, her mom got on her exercise bike and tried to work off the frustration and aggravation she was feeling. She pedaled longer and harder than she usually did and kept going until she was exhausted. She showered and went downstairs to watch television. She spent the rest of her evening channel surfing with only fleeting thoughts of Eddie or what she had done with him. At around 10:00, she went upstairs to bed. As soon as she got into bed, the rush of sexual arousal flooded over her as she thought again about how much she had loved sucking Eddie's cock. She could not fight the thoughts and images off. She grew more and more aroused as she thought of Thursday's tryst. She grabbed her vibrator and again tried to bring a release to the volcano of sexual tension building up inside of her. She worked the vibrator deep into her and starting thrusting it in and out, but no relief came. She could not get herself off. The batteries in the vibrator finally gave out. It was 11:00. Once again she was covered in sweat, and once again her sexual frustration had her in tears. She heard the front door close and knew Chloe had come home. She debated telling her daughter of her problems, but decided against it. She curled up into a fetal position and eventually drifted off to sleep.

Late Saturday morning, Ms. Kepler and Chloe went to the mall to do some shopping. Ms. Kepler started to see Eddie's smirking face everywhere. She did many double takes as she momentarily mistook several teenaged boys for Eddie. This made her nervous and more confused over her infatuation with the boy. Chloe noticed her mom was distracted, but her mother shrugged off her daughter's queries by explaining she had had a hard week at school and did not get much sleep last night. They finished their shopping, stopped for lunch, and headed home. Chloe chatted on the phone or watched TV, and her mother took a nap.

Early Saturday evening, Chloe asked permission to spend the night at her friend Kirsten's house. Her mother said yes, and Chloe left around 6:00. Ms. Kepler tried to keep busy, but kept feeling her sexual frustration creep up. At 7:30, she dressed in a pair of black slacks, a white blouse, and a black and red beaded vest. She fixed herself up and headed to The Peak, a neighborhood pub she visited several times a year. She arrived and immediately spotted and old acquaintance. He was Will Darby, an old high school classmate, who now owned a couple of used bookstores in town. She walked over to him and the two hugged, "Hello, Eve," he said, "It's been a while. What brings you out?"

"Oh, just in the mood for a night out I guess. How are you Will?" The two conversed over a couple of drinks and threw some darts. As the night wore on, Eve found herself growing aroused again. The thoughts and visions that had plagued her seemed to come at more rapid intervals the more she drank. She looked at Will and saw he was smiling at her. "You want to get out of here?" she asked.

The two paid their bar tabs and went back to Will's place. Will was a bachelor, so the place was all theirs. He opened a bottle of white wine and put on some cool jazz. The two sipped their wine, chatted, and looked into each other's eyes. Finally, Eve could not stand it any more. "Take me to the bedroom!" she almost demanded.

Will led her to the bedroom and the two embraced in a passionate kiss. Eve pulled Will's shirttail free, and he undid her vest. Soon the two were naked and tumbling onto the bed in each other's arms. Will planted kisses all up and down Eve's naked, hot body, as she arched her back and felt her pulse quicken. Will sucked at her nipples and worked his way up her chest to her neck, ears, cheeks, and mouth. After making out in this fashion for several minutes, he pulled a condom out of his nightstand drawer and handed it to Eve. She put it on him, and he slid in on top of her. At first his thrusting came slowly but deeply but he increased his rate of thrusting as he went on. When his rate became fairly quick, Eve wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her harder. "Oh, yeah, ram it!" she cried surprising herself; "Harder, harder, harder!" she pleaded. Will quickened his pace and grabbed the edge of the mattress to pull himself into Eve harder. Eve felt herself on the verge of her first orgasm since Thursday morning. "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" she repeated breathily. Will gave it all he got, and finally shot his load as he moaned loudly. He continued thrusting until he was spent.

Eve was almost in tears again. She had not orgasmed. She had come so close, but could not get to the point of releasing her pent up sexual frustrations. She knew that Will had performed very well, and normally it would have been enough, but for some reason nothing could satisfy her now. She lied to Will about how great an experience it was. The two cuddled for a while, then Eve showered and drove home. She collapsed exhausted on her bed and fell asleep in her clothes.

She woke up early the next morning and changed into her sweats. She moped about the house, watched TV, and read the Sunday paper. Chloe came home around noon. "How was Kirsten's?" her mother asked.

"Fine, we went out for pizza and met up with a bunch of guys from school."

"I'm glad you had a good time. Was Ryan there?"

"Oh, I broke up with him last night."

"What? You two were together for two years, and now it's over? What happened?"

"I met someone else, mom. I've only known him a little while. He's not like a total hunk like Ryan, but there's like just something about him. He's in my Art II class, and he's...only a sophomore." She blushed a bit at her last admission.

Eve's heart skipped a beat. She swallowed hard, "What's his name?"

"Eddie Gallway."