Fist Time With a Teacher

Jake an average senior boy got C's in most of his classes but he was failing his Creative Writing class. One day he came into class about 10 minutes late and when the teacher, Ms. Wess, asked him why he was late he responded with 'Sorry Ms. Wess, my mom was being a bitch and made me clean the dishes before I could go.' It was the first hour of the day and most people made up some really stupid excuses but Jake was being serious.

"Jake don't you use that kind of language in my class," she yelled at him. "That's a detention after school." Everyone in the room started to laugh at him and Jake just shrugged and went to his seat in the front row.

'Ms. Wess is looking sexy today' Jake thought to himself. He noticed something he never noticed before, there was a slight bulge in her jeans. She wasn't like most teachers she always wore a pair of fairly tight jeans and a tightish turtleneck sweater. She didn't have much of a rack, medium B's but she had an ass that never quit. Jake and his friend's would make jokes about it saying how you could bounce a quater off of it. Jake had spent countless hours fantasising about Ms. Wess in about 1000 different situations. In one fantasy she would be a sexy nurse and he the doctor and they would have sex on the coma patient, not knowing he was there. In another one he was king and she was a common whore so they had to keep their love life a secret. But in most of his dreams it played out exactly like today. He was glad he got to spend an hour after school with Ms. Wess.

The day being over Jake grabbed his bag from his locker and slammed it shut. He wasted some time masturbating in the bathroom when he knew everyone had left. He imagined Ms. Wess and he going at it like sex virgins who have wanted to fuck each other ever since they were boys. He hadn't been a virgin for a little over a year now though and had been with plenty of girls.

He made his slow trech to the english room and plopped down in a desk when he got there.