9.18.2009

Nocturnal Chat #10 - Part One

Staying After Class (FANTASY!!!!) - Just made the Sugasm List of the Week - 10/3/09
Collaboration with the ever-sexy Soul Powers (= Orange)

The final bell rings to start the last class of the first day of Senior year and already I’m trying to figure out how I’ll make it through the semester. To make matters worse, my guidance counselor stuck me in some all boys class for nerd-fucks like me. I was too ashamed to tell her that I’m the only 18yo virgin in my homeroom. Sticking me in a class with more wood than a forest will do jack-shit for my chances at getting my first piece.
There are twelve of us in the room waiting for the teacher to arrive. It felt like I was the only one since no one ever talks to the nerds. They were pretty loud and rowdy, so I just kept my head down and doodled weird figures in my notebook to keep to myself. Just then I heard the door kick open and the entire room go silent. It was odd because usually a male dominated class never shuts up until they’ve been yelled at and threatened by the teacher. This was different.
I looked up to find standing before the class a teacher I have never seen in all my years here. She had her back to us as she was writing something on the whiteboard, but I couldn’t shake her coca-cola, apple-bottom figure. When she turned around I got just a glimpse of her face before I noticed the two midgets she was smuggling in her blazer. She had the biggest set of tits I think I’ve ever seen in person. And here I was—dick stiffening—getting caught staring at her boobs. I turned my head quickly when I realized I was busted, but I could swear she smiled at me.
Class went by quickly and I barely heard a word she said. I kept falling into this fantasy of what I think I would do to her if she let me. She called on me a couple times during class, and I didn’t know the answers. How do I tell her I just didn’t hear her? Thirty-seconds until the bell rings and I can escape my embarrassment and head to the bathroom to release the stress she infused in me. The bell rings and before I could get up, she asked me to stay behind for a minute. The other guys in the class laughed at me while they headed home for the day, but I had a feeling I’d be having more than just the last laugh for dinner.


I saw him. I know I did. It's one thing to agree to teach a class of all boys but to have one blatantly stare at my breasts is a whole 'nother story. The testosterone level in this room is almost suffocating. Pretty much all the boys are nerdy and needy, raising their hands all the time for me to call on them, except for Four Eyes in the back, getting him to talk was like pulling teeth. I'm not being mean, I call him Four Eyes because he's got this huge hoodie on that is covering half of his face except for those glasses trained on my T&A all period long. I glanced at his file really quickly after the first occurrence and noticed he's the only 18yo in the class. I hate to have to do this on the first day of classes but the school officials are on this big push to address sexual harassment on all levels, so I have to address his staring, and ask him, to his embarrassment, to stay after class. As the other boys file out of the room, I go to close the door. Even though it's the end of the day and all the other teachers are gone, I don't want there to be the chance that I hurt his feelings and it gets overheard. I don't make eye contact, as I ask him to remove his hoodie so that I may see who I'm talking to. When I look up I'm struck speechless for a moment. Four eyes is beautiful. He's smiling nervously which reveal perfectly straight and white rows of teeth, I think, "Damn, I'd love to lick those pearly whites...wait, did I just think that?"
"Um, Miss, you alright?" His deep velvety voice now stronger than when I called on him earlier causes the hairs on the nape of my neck to stand up. He's removed the glasses to reveal two pools of hazelnut chocolate. I have to clear my throat to keep the moan down. Am I that hard up that this 18yo has me shook?
"Miss, before you say anything, I just wanted to apologize for..." he looks down at his manicured football hands (you know thick with looonnnnng fingers). He pauses for the longest time and if it weren't for his Hershey chocolate complexion, I'd swear he was blushing. "...Damn is it hot in here?" Before I can answer his hypothetical question, he reaches down with both hands and pulls off his hoodie. For a split second, his pulling hikes up his t-shirt to expose what appears to be a 10pack, I pull my thighs in tightly and squeeze. He catches me staring and smiles arrogantly this time, "So like I was saying, I just wanted to apologize for staring at your incredibly luscious boobs and that sweet ass coca-cola apple bottom you got working under that skirt". Now I'm blushing at the boldness of this young man, this student leaning over my desk is the first person to show me any interest in months, and I'm dying to know if his balls are really that fucking big!

5 comments:

Cande said...

ooh oooh that's hot! one of my favourite fantasies!! I can't wait for the second part :D

ms. downlow said...

Do let us know if you take it there. I mean, he is 18 years old, right?

Excellent writing here, Black Pearl!

JStar said...

:) We all had these crushes in school...but acting it out will be a nice read...

Sexy PTA Mom said...

What a smoking hot start! You two make a great combination! What were you thinking of doing to his balls? ;p

1manview said...

Write on Mrs pearl...