Chapter 1
Timmy pulled out the top drawer of Miss White's dresser. When he saw what was inside, his heart began to race.
A garden of silky fabric filled the drawer. Here and there a bit of lace or a bow was to be seen and the perfume fragrance that wafted to Timmy's nose added to his excitement. The drawer was filled with Miss White's underwear.
"Pile the drawers up outside," Miss White said. "When we take the dresser out and put it into the truck, we'll put the drawers back in."
Timmy had been happy to help Miss White move to a new apartment. Now he was thrilled.
Carrying the drawer to the curb, Timmy ran his eyes over the garments in it. It was obvious that Miss White had sexy taste in underwear.
Timmy was surprised. After all, Miss White was his English teacher. And even though she was a very pretty lady with a gorgeous body, she was a teacher. Young boys always thought of their teachers as staid and proper.
On his way back into the house, Timmy hitched his pants around to adjust his prick. His brief encounter with the drawer full of underwear had stiffened it!
Billy, another boy who had volunteered to help, came out with another drawer. He put it on top of the drawer that Timmy had set down near the truck.
Now that Timmy was aroused, Miss White looked even sexier and more beautiful to him than before. She was filling a box with books. And every time she bent forward, her blouse admitted Timmy's gaze. He saw the tops of her firm, round tits and the cozy valley between them.
"This won't take as long as I thought," Miss White said as she grabbed another bunch of books from the shelf.
Now Timmy looked at her ass. He had spent many English classes staring at her ass. But now, fitted into her tight slacks, it looked even firmer and shapelier. It reminded Timmy of an upside down valentine.
He pulled another drawer from the dresser and carried it out. When he came back, he and Billy carried out the dresser and put it into the truck.
"I'll put these drawers back into the dresser," Timmy said.
Billy went back into the house. Timmy began carrying the drawers into the truck and sliding them into the dresser. When he carried the top drawer into the truck, he indulged himself by running his hands through the underwear.
He lifted one garment and held it up. It was a pair of underpants, the tiniest pair he'd ever seen! Even if they were big enough to cover Miss White's cunt, her cunt could be seen right through the material was so sheer!
After examining Miss White's underpants, the sight of her was more exciting than ever to Timmy. He tried to imagine how she would look wearing nothing but that sexy little pair of undies. The picture that came into his mind made his prick twitch.
Miss White was a small woman. So her big tits looked even bigger than they were. Her waist was small, her hips wide, her ass full. Long honey-colored hair fell in waves around her pretty face.
Trembling with lust, Timmy went to the stack of boxes near Miss White. As she bent to put some books into a box, his eyes dipped into the opening of her blouse.
Timmy got his best peek yet! He saw almost all of his teacher's tits.
Besides the glimpse of Miss White's tits, Timmy caught a whiff of her sweet odor. Everything about her was sexy and desirable.
Timmy hurried out with another box. Billy passed him coming through the door.
Walking as fast as he could, Timmy put the box into the truck. Then he pulled open the top drawer of the dresser again and rummaged through the sexy underwear.
There were many pairs of tiny panties and many bras. Then he dug down deep into the drawer.
His fingers found something hard and smooth. He pulled it out. The thing was white, plastic, about eight inches long and bullet shaped. On its base was a switch.
Timmy was amazed when he pushed the switch and the thing began to vibrate with a soft hum.
Suddenly, Timmy knew what this strange object was! His mouth dropped open.
In one of the magazines he had hidden under his mattress were pictures of a woman sliding such a device into her cunt. But why would Miss White have something like that? Surely his English teacher would never stick that thing up her cunt.
Billy's heavy footsteps were heard, so Timmy put the vibrator back into the drawer. But now that he'd seen the device, he was vibrating with passion.
Timmy went into the house for another box, keeping just behind Billy so he could have as much time as possible in the truck alone.
The next chance he got, Timmy stuck his hands into the drawer again. This time he touched something that felt like photos. He pulled them out and looked at them.
Timmy stared in disbelief. The photos were of Miss White and she was naked!
One picture showed her from the front. Her big tits sagged slightly from her chest. Her nipples were bright pink and several inches in diameter. Her cunt was a neat triangle of golden curls.
The second picture showed her from the rear. Her wide ass, parted by a deep crevice, filled the center of the photo.
What was just as startling as Miss White's naked ass was the way she was looking over her shoulder and smiling at the photographer. Timmy knew that Miss White had a beautiful ass, but he never would have guessed she would show it off in a photo.
The next time Billy's footsteps were heard, Timmy put the pictures back quickly. He didn't want to share them with Billy. He hoped to get a chance to study them in private.
Before long, everything was loaded onto the truck.
"That's it," Miss White said as she strode from the house, her tits bouncing in front of her. Timmy stared at the woman. He was seeing her through different eyes. The chick he'd always thought of as a typical teacher was an incredible sexpot!
"Let's go," Miss White said as she climbed behind the wheel of the truck.
Timmy got into the front seat beside her with Billy beside him.
Having his hip pressed to Miss White's and his shoulder rubbing against hers, Timmy's passion grew. And although he stared straight ahead, all he was aware of was the curve of Miss White's tits in the corner of his eye.
As the truck bounced along, Timmy's hip bumped and rubbed against his teacher's. The motion made Timmy's stiff prick jostle in his pants. The friction drove him wild.
"Wait until you see my new apartment," Miss White said. "It's so much nicer than the old one. And I want to thank you boys for helping me move. My boy friend Jerry was going to help, but he caught the flu."
When they arrived at the new apartment, Timmy was ready to run for the bathroom. He felt like jerking off in the worst way. But he wanted to wait for a chance to grab those sexy photos first!
They began unloading the truck. Timmy made sure he got the top drawer out of the dresser. When he brought it in, he put it out of the way where Miss White wouldn't notice it and be reminded of what was in it.
By keeping his eyes open, Timmy was able to get to the dresser drawer while Miss White and Billy were outside. With his heart in his mouth, Timmy grabbed the pictures, the vibrator and a pair of undies and slipped them into his pockets.
"Where's the bathroom," he asked Miss White, trying to keep his voice from cracking.
"It's through the kitchen," she said. "Do you feel all right? You look feverish."
Timmy felt feverish, but he couldn't admit it. He said he was fine, then headed for the privacy of the bathroom.
He took the pictures out and spread them across the rim of the tub.
"God!" he gasped as his eyes moved from one to the other.
The two pictures he'd peeked at earlier were nothing compared to the others. The third showed Miss White sitting on the arm of a chair with one foot drawn up beside her ass. Her legs were spread. Her cunt showed its pink interior. Timmy stared at that pink cunt and panted in heat.
The next picture was just as exciting, but in a different way. It showed Miss White lying down. She had her hands on her tits, gripping them tightly. On her face was a desperate expression of lust.
The last picture was Timmy's favorite. It was another rear view but in this one Miss white was on her hands and knees, thrusting her ass toward the camera. Beneath her creamy ass, her cunt peeked out. She was looking around at the photographer in this shot, too.
Timmy lifted each picture in turn, holding them near his face so he could see every detail. Every cunt hair was sharp and clear.
He pulled the vibrator from his pocket. Holding it in his hands and staring at the picture of Miss White's open cunt, he imagined her sliding this dildo into it. Then he looked at the shot of her holding her tits. He looked closely at the desperate expression on her face again, imagining the vibrator causing that mask of pleasure.
Without thinking, Timmy held the vibrator up to his face. He pressed his lips to it and touched it with the tip of his tongue.
With his free hand, Timmy pulled out his throbbing prick. Then he pulled the pair of Miss White's undies from his pocket. Wrapping that silken scrap of fabric around his prick, Timmy again peered at the spread cunt in the pictures.
Timmy bent over the rim of the bathtub to get a good look at the pictures. At the same time, he held the vibrator to his mouth and rubbed his prick with Miss White's underpants.
Naturally, it didn't take long for a searing orgasm to fill him with ecstasy!
Timmy had never done anything so kinky before. All his masturbation had been with his fist and a girly magazine. So with the vibrator pressed to his lips and the tiny undies wrapped around his prick this orgasm was something special.
The fact that the pictures were of Miss White, whom he had fantasized about during many English classes, made this orgasm special, too.
But as his pleasure began to diminish. Timmy suddenly had the feeling that all was not right. His senses perked up. He was like a lazy cat waking from a nap at the sound of a mouse.
There were footsteps behind him! Turning around, Timmy was horrified to see that the bathroom door was open. He must not have closed it tightly. Light footsteps were slowly fading away, as though someone were creeping away from the door.
Timmy looked down at himself. With his pants slipping down his thighs, his prick wrapped in the panties and the vibrator in his hand, he would be quite a sight for an unsuspecting person to see.
The memory of his orgasm was gone. All Timmy was aware of now was his fear and humiliation. He flew at the door and closed it tightly. Then he put the pictures and the dildo back into his pockets. He threw the panties into the toilet and flushed. When they didn't go down, Timmy almost died. But he flushed again, and they disappeared.
Shaking, ashamed, and terrified, Timmy remained in the bathroom as long as he could. But he knew he couldn't stay there forever. He tried to convince himself that no one had seen him. After all, very likely no one had. But, oh, if they had . . .
When Timmy came out of the bathroom, Miss White and Billy were resting. All the furniture was in. Neither of them seemed to be embarrassed or acted as if they had seen him in action in the bathroom. Timmy began to hope for the best. All he wanted now was to put back the pictures and vibrator and get out of there.
When Billy and Miss White went into the kitchen carrying a table, Timmy managed to put the things back into her drawer.
"Well, I have to go now," Timmy said.
"Can I give you a ride home?" Miss White asked.
"No, no," Timmy said. "I'll walk. It's not far."
He began hurrying toward the door, but suddenly Miss White ran after him and caught him by the arm. Timmy almost pulled his arm from her and ran but he forced himself to be cool. He thought she was going to scold him for looking through her drawer and jerking off in her bathroom.
But she only wanted to thank him.
"Thanks again," Miss White said as she held onto Timmy's arm.
Then she pressed her lips to his and shoved her tits against his chest. But it was over in a second. Now Timmy was really rattled!
"G-good-bye," he stammered as he rushed out.