I’m probably a little biased but our three girls were hotter than all of the others put together – and Kasey was the hottest of them all.
Naturally-blonde hair – with just enough curl to hover between cute and hot, crystal-blue eyes, and a Baywatch body – she was a 10 on anybody’s scale.
She had hardly talked to me during our four years together.
She was no prude – she didn’t ignore me – nor I her – we just didn’t operate in the same circles.
I was in the Computer Club; she was in the School Play. I was in Spanish; she was in French. I went to Scholastic Bowl practice; she went to Cheerleading practice.
Mrs. Williams was – as I had just told her to her face – absolutely, without question, THE hottest teacher at our school.
In the school yearbook, if there had been a category titled, “Teacher Most Jerked-Off-To by Students and Coworkers Alike”, Mrs. Williams’ picture would have appeared there – probably in that red dress.
Fuck!
Old man Jenkins, the janitor, disappeared into the mop closet – and locked the door for a half-hour – anytime he passed Mrs. Williams in the hall.
Word was that Mr. Sanderson – the principal – had been trying to cozy up to her ever since her husband passed away two years ago.
The people, I had talked to, claimed he’d even hit on her at the funeral.
Kasey absolutely hated the guy’s guts – everybody knew that – so I had always kind of believed that rumor.
Mrs. Williams taught Biology, Physiology, and Anatomy.
She knew her shit. You were guaranteed to be ready for your college courses – if you survived her classes – but she didn’t put up with any nonsense. She was as serious as Death itself.
Fuck around in her class and – if you were lucky – she’d just get pissed and send you to the principal’s office. If you weren’t lucky, she’d assign a paper to the whole class – due the next day – and, then, spend the rest of the period making you race to scribble down lecture notes before she erased the board and pushed on to the next chapter.
I had just been propositioned by Mrs. Doesn’t-Fuck-Around herself!
I honestly couldn’t tell you what happened the rest of the night.
Fridays are always big delivery nights – and I know – when I got home – I had a wad of cash in my pocket – but I had no recollection of how it got there – or anything else – after being told I was going to have sex with the world’s hottest teacher – with the bonus possibility that her super-hot daughter might watch.
Holy. Fuck.
Needless to say, I didn’t have to use much imagination while jerking off before I went to bed that night – or the next night – or the next.
I was enrolled in fall classes at the local community college – but didn’t have any big plans for the summer.
Actually, my plan was to work as many hours as possible at Pop’s Pizza, and save everything I could for a new laptop.
My desktop PC wasn’t that old – but I was pretty sure I was going to want a portable – to be able to take it to classes with me.
If I got enough money to buy the laptop, and still had something left, the crap-mobile I was driving could really use some new tires.
Wednesday afternoon came, and I had a delivery down the street from Kasey’s house.
I suddenly realized that I didn’t know what time I was supposed to show up on Friday.
There was also a big chunk of my brain that wondered if Mrs. Williams had been drunk – or pranking me.
I decided that I’d better check.
I rang the bell and waited.
Kasey answered the door.
“Hey,” I said, sheepishly.
“Hey,” she responded, just as quietly.
“Um. So.. Friday..?” I started, nervously.
“It’s okay,” she gushed. “You don’t have to. I’ll tell her.”
“What?! No! I..”
My eyes dropped. My brain went sideways. I looked back at her.
“Are you okay with this?” I asked.
She was back to staring at the floor again, biting that lip – so cute!
“Seriously,” I said. “You say the word and I’ll just go have sex with somebody else’s mom Friday night.”
Her eyes shot up to my face.
I grinned and winked.
Her tension evaporated, and she broke into a belly-laugh.
“Thanks .. thank you,” she said. “I needed that. No. She’s serious. You probably know that from having her in class. Fuck, this is so weird! .. but, no, she’s been giddy all week.”
“What time should I be here?”
“Oh. I think she expected you between five and six – she’s not real picky about that part – more worried about later on.”
“What time do you think?”
“Five. If you wait until six she’ll start freaking out, thinking you’re not coming.”
“Okay.”
I started to turn to leave.
“Hey?” she called.
“Yeah?”
“Are you seriously okay with me .. uh .. watching?”
“Other than me wondering if I can handle the pressure? No problem. Fuck. I’m so anxious about this that I probably won’t even be able to get it up!”
I could feel my face flushing a little as I looked into her eyes.
“You know you have a huge hard-on right now, right?” she asked, grinning.
I looked down at the tent in my pants – which I hadn’t even realized was there.
“Right.. Well. I MAY be looking forward to this a little.”
“I should probably admit that I’m looking forward to it as well,” she said, chuckling. “It’s just harder for you to tell.”
I looked down at her crotch which – obviously – didn’t look like mine did but – as my eyes moved back up her body to her face – I noticed that her nipples (as tiny as they were) were rock-hard against the material of the T-shirt she was wearing.
My eyes lingered on those tiny, stiff teats a little too long.
22-calibre nipples, standing proudly, on top of those firm B-cup breasts .. almost C’s ..