Chapter 2
Moving day had been Saturday. And Timmy spent the rest of the weekend wondering if his teacher had seen him jerking off.
He would lie in bed, thinking about the footsteps he'd heard. It couldn't have been Billy. He could never step so lightly. So if he had been seen, it was by Miss White.
When he wasn't wondering if she had seen his perverted game, he tried to remember every detail in the photos.
By the time Monday came around, Timmy was a wreck. How could he face Miss White? What if she asked him a question in class? Timmy knew he wouldn't be able to look her in the eye or even speak.
The fact that Miss White turned out to be a swinger didn't help. Timmy thought a chick like her, with a boy friend who took pictures of her naked body, would think jerking off was disgusting and silly.
When Timmy saw Miss White in the hall, he felt himself getting weak. He turned around and went the other way to avoid running into her.
His English class with Miss White was the last one of the day. So all day long Timmy lived in dread.
Then, when it was time for his last class, he went to the school nurse instead. He told her he had an upset stomach and a headache. The symptoms were genuine. He'd worried himself to the point of illness.
But next day Timmy went to English class. It had been three days since the possible disaster, and he had calmed down somewhat.
Timmy tried to blend into the scenery of the classroom. Sitting as still and quietly as he could, he hoped to go unnoticed. And he tried not to look at Miss White.
But he had to look at her. And each time, his imagination stripped her clothes from her. She stood in front of the class as she appeared in the photos he'd found.
Miss White talked for a while. Then she began asking questions and calling on the students to answer. Timmy prayed she wouldn't call on him. He didn't think he could make his voice work, let alone answer any question correctly.
When the bell rang, Timmy let out a sigh of relief. And as he moved toward the door, he felt a cool breeze from the hallway.
"Oh, Timmy," Miss White called just as he reached the door.
Timmy's heart froze. He couldn't face Miss White. He kept walking as though he hadn't heard her.
Once in the hall, Timmy wanted to run. But if he did, she would know he was trying to get away.
"Timmy! I'm talking to you!"
She had followed him out of the room and was walking right beside him. He couldn't pretend he didn't hear her now.
"What?" he asked as he looked at her. "Oh, were you calling me?"
Timmy heard his own voice, it wasn't very convincing. Miss White merely wiggled her finger in a "come here" gesture. Then she walked back into the classroom.
Timmy followed her. He tried to keep his eyes off her swaying ass but he couldn't. And, naturally, he thought of the picture in which her ass was thrust out at the camera.
Miss White stood at the door so Timmy had to pass close by her. Then she closed the door and stood with her back to it.
Timmy looked down at the floor where his feet shuffled nervously.
Miss White didn't say anything. The silence filled the room like a fog. Finally Timmy had to look at her just to be sure she was still there.
"I wonder if I can ask you to do me another favor?" she asked. "Would you come over to my place again?"
Timmy's eyes widened in fright as though she had asked him to fight a shark for her.
"Jerry, my boy friend, is still sick," she explained. "He thinks it might be catching so he can't help me and I can't stay with him. I had to sleep on the floor last night because my bed is still in pieces."
Timmy didn't know what to think. Did this mean she hadn't seen him jerking off after all?"
"You don't have to come," Miss White said. "I wouldn't want you to feel that you have to help me just because I'm your teacher."
She moved closer to Timmy. She got so close he could smell her sexy perfume again. And even if he looked down at his feet, her big, pointy tits were right under his eyes!
"Sure," he heard himself say. "I'll help you."
"Are you sure you want to?" Miss White said.
"I'll really appreciate it!"
"Sure, sure," Timmy said. "When do you want me?"
"How about tonight?" she said eagerly. "I'd hate to have to spend another night on the floor."
Timmy agreed to be there after dinner. But on his way home he couldn't help wondering what he was getting himself into. Would Miss White tell him she had seen him jerking off and scold him? Would she demand he pay for the pair of undies he defiled?
But he had promised her that he would help, so he arrived at her apartment on time. On his way over, Timmy was surprised to find himself bouncing between fear and a hopeful hard-on.
When Miss White opened the door to let him in, Timmy found her dressed casually again. In fact, her blouse was looser and her slacks tighter.
"I've already begun," she said. "At least I've dragged the things to their approximate places."
Timmy began following his teacher's orders. He helped her put her bed together. As he did, he caught a few good shots of her tits as she bent over. She seemed to be placing herself between Timmy and a lamp without a shade that gave the boy a good view of her tits through her sheer blouse and she wasn't wearing a bra!
When the bed was together, Miss White had Timmy help her put her dresser in place. The drawers weren't in it yet and Timmy vowed to let Miss White put the top drawer in herself. He didn't even want to touch it!
He was glad when she asked him to unpack a box of blankets while she put the drawers back into the dresser.
Timmy watched out of the corner of his eye as one drawer after another was slid into the dresser. When only the top drawer was left on the floor, its cargo of underwear visible, Timmy began to tremble slightly. He was eager to see the last of that drawer.
Miss White picked up the drawer. But rather than putting it into the dresser, she held it in her hands as she told Timmy what to do with the things he was unpacking.
"Would you mind making the bed?" she asked. "Use those blue sheets, then put on that yellow blanket."
As she spoke, she pointed by nodding her head. She took a step, but her foot landed on a box. Stumbling forward, Miss White lost her grip on the drawer. It fell, spilling its contents at Timmy's feet.
He couldn't believe his eyes. Of all the things she could drop, why did it have to be that drawer?
Her vibrator hit the floor with a bang and rolled out from under the filmy garments that floated down. Various pieces of underwear covered the floor and the photos fell on top of them. Three of the photos landed face up!
"Oh, darn it!" Miss White said. "What a mess.
And I think I sprained my ankle."
She remained standing in the middle of the room. If she would only go into the other room, I could follow her, Timmy thought. But as it was he couldn't do anything but stand there. He certainly couldn't pick up the contents of the drawer for her since he was pretending not to notice the pictures and dildo.
"Uh, are you all right?" Timmy asked.
"I think so," Miss White said as she tried putting weight on her sore foot.
Timmy couldn't help looking at the pictures that were lying face up. One was the shot of Miss White's ass with her cunt peeking beneath it. Another was the photo of her gripping her own tits.
When he looked up at his teacher's face, he saw she was looking at him. There was no doubt that she saw the pictures and saw him looking down at them!
Timmy's lust was rising. But he was embarrassed too. He had to do something other than stand there facing his teacher with those pictures at their feet.
"Let me get you a chair," he said.
Timmy ran into the other room and came back with a chair. He put it down facing away from the spilled contents of the drawer.
"Thanks," Miss White said as she turned the chair to face the pile of underwear and photos and sat down.
Timmy was confused. He knew she had seen the pictures, yet she hadn't tried to distract him from them.
"Oh!" Miss White cried suddenly. "Timmy, why didn't you tell me these were showing?"
Even a boy Timmy's age could see that Miss White was pretending that she just noticed the pictures. Her words sounded like she was joking.
Miss White leaned forward to pick up the pictures. But she left her vibrator lying near her foot.
Timmy still didn't know what to make of the strange situation.
"Oh well, now that you've seen the pictures, I guess there's no point in hiding them," she said. "I knew it would be dangerous to have these around. But I love to look at them. Do you think that's odd?"
"N-no," said Timmy, even though it was the weirdest thing he'd ever heard of!
Now Miss White was looking at the pictures one at a time. Timmy, standing beside her, couldn't help looking at them too.
"I think this one is just as good as any you'll see in a magazine," she said as she handed one of them to Timmy. "Don't you?"
Was he dreaming? He thought he must be. But it was a good dream, and he decided to enjoy it. He took the picture from Miss White's hand and looked at it.
It was the picture of her sitting on the arm of the chair with her pink slot glistening with cunt juice.
Timmy stared at the picture. It wasn't difficult for him to pretend it was the first time he'd seen it. After all, he was just as interested in it now as he had been the first time.
"I don't know," Miss White mused. "I suppose it is odd to masturbate while looking at pictures of myself. But I don't care. So I'm odd."
By this time, Timmy's prick was practically ripping the seams of his jeans. And he noticed that his teacher was staring at the lump it made in his pants. Since he was standing and Miss White sitting, his crotch was at her eye-level.
"Jerry took these pictures of me," she continued. "I hoped I could get him to jerk off when he looked at them while I watched. But he wouldn't do it. He's pretty square in some ways."
Why is she telling all this? Timmy wondered. It was as though she had injured her brain rather than her ankle.
"I love to watch guys jerking off," she said. "Nothing makes me more excited!"
Suddenly, Timmy caught on. She had seen him jerking off. But rather than being angry at him for going through her drawer, she was turned on! And now she was telling him that she wanted to see him to it again.
Timmy knew he would do it again while she watched. Even though the thought humiliated and embarrassed him, he was too excited to refuse.
"You-you saw . . ."he stammered. Miss White didn't say a word, silently admitting that she had seen him jerking off into her undies while looking at the pictures of her. He remembered now for the first time how he had held her dildo to his mouth.
Being as embarrassed as he was, there was only one thing that kept Timmy from running away, lust. He was a prisoner of the greatest lust he'd ever experienced.
"Don't be embarrassed!" Miss White said. "You should see some of the things that I do when I get horny."
Timmy wanted to see the things she did. And he had the feeling that he was going to.
"Would you like to watch me jerk off?" Miss White said seductively. "I sort of feel that I owe you one. Sit down."
She pushed Timmy toward her bed and began unbuttoning her blouse. Timmy sat down and watched, even though he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Let's not keep score," Miss White said as she took off her blouse. "Even though I may owe you one, why don't you jerk off with me? It'll be more fun for you that way, won't it?"
Now that Timmy was faced with Miss White's beautiful, big tits, he was under her spell more than before. So he followed her example and unbuttoned his shirt.
Miss White, sitting opposite from him, spread her hands and put them on her boobs. As she sunk her spread fingers into the soft flesh of her jugs, she began writhing slowing on the chair. Her face began to look like the face Timmy discovered in the photo of her playing with her tits.
Timmy took off his shirt. Then he sat and watched Miss White massaging her tits. When he first saw the photo of her doing this kinky exercise, it had made his prick throb. Now, seeing her doing it in the flesh, his gism began to boil!
Finally, Miss White slid her hands down from her tits to the button on her slacks. While she opened the button with one hand, she slid her other hand around between her thighs.
Then, slowly to tease the boy, Miss White began pulling her pants down.
"Aren't you going to take your pants off?" she asked Timmy, who seemed to be in a trance.
Without answering or taking his eyes from Miss White's body, Timmy unfastened his belt and his jeans, and pulled them down along with his underpants. His prick rose from his lap like a monument.
If someone had told him a week ago that he would be showing his English teacher his hard prick while staring at her tits, he would have laughed. Timmy was learning how strange life can be.
Miss White pushed her pants down her legs and kicked them from her feet. But her undies, one of the tiny pairs that Timmy had examined a few days before, hid her cunt. That is, they hid a detailed view, but showed him enough to make his eyes bulge!
Staring at his teacher's crotch, Timmy saw how wet her panties were there. He knew that a chick gets wet when she gets excited. But he had no idea that her juice could soak her undies like that.
Miss White's panties were light pink. They were so sheer that Timmy could see her pubic hair through them, even though her pubic hair was light red. He could also see the texture of that hair as her undies pressed her curls against her mound.
Timmy was already eager to grab his cock and begin tugging at it. But as horny and excited as he was, that was too far for him to go. He would have to wait until Miss White ordered him to. Or at least until she began to play with herself.
Miss White then pulled down her underpants. Now both of them were naked. And neither was shy.
When Miss White spread her legs, Timmy spread his. He saw her crack open. She saw his balls droop and rest on the bed beneath the base of his thick shaft.
Moving her hands to her crotch, Miss White stuck her finger tips into the dense curls of her twat. She pulled her cunt open wider. Now Timmy could look right into the darkness of her gaping cunt!
Suddenly, jerking off seemed silly. Why should he jerk off when Miss White was opening her cunt a few feet away from his ready and willing prick? Sticking his cock up her cunt would be so much more fun.
"Let me fuck you!" Timmy said as he rose from the bed.
"No, that's impossible," Miss White said. "Don't forget, I'm engaged. I couldn't cheat on Jerry."
Timmy sat back down. It didn't make any sense to him and he was disappointed, but, still, this was the best thing that ever happened to him. He would enjoy himself and not fret about what he couldn't have.
Miss White's fingers crept from her pubic, hair into her cunt. Some of her crawling finger tips slipped into her cunt. A few others began moving in a circular motion near the top of her cunt. One finger seemed to be resting where Timmy had seen her asshole.
"Do it!" she said to the boy. "Come on, let's see you jerk off!"
Timmy felt only slightly embarrassed now as he wrapped his hand around his twitching prick. Automatically, his fist began rising and falling, pulling the soft skin of his shaft with it.
At the first pull Timmy felt an orgasm rising. Even if he hadn't touched his cock he would have exploded just from the sight of Miss White energetically scrubbing her spread cunt.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Miss White moaned as her head fell back.
She was wearing her mask of passion now, just like in the picture! Her mouth was open but her teeth were clenched. Her nose was wrinkled up, as was her forehead. Her eye lids dropped, but she was watching Timmy from beneath them.
Rubbing her cunt with one hand, Miss White lifted the other to one of her shaking tits. Holding it carefully, she ran a finger over her nipple.
"Ah, ah!" Timmy grunted as the first shot of cream sprang from his prick.
Now that he was coming, Miss White's fingers speeded their stimulation of the tenderest parts of her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" she wailed frantically, now that her orgasm raged through her.
Although stricken with his own ecstasy, Timmy didn't miss anything that was happening across from him. He noticed how Miss White's body began to shine with perspiration. And the finger tips in her cunt were awash with flowing juice.
Timmy's chest and stomach were spotted with gism. His ecstasy was draining away but Miss White was still howling and rubbing her cunt.
Before long, however, she wound down, too.
"Thank you, Timmy," she said. "That was wonderful. Did you like it too?"
It seemed like a silly question to the boy. What horny kid wouldn't die for the chance to jerk off with a sexy, wild chick like his English teacher?
They rested, keeping their eyes on each other. Even after an orgasm, it was wonderful to gaze at a gorgeous body.
"Maybe we'd better finish moving the furniture some other time," Miss White suggested. "As long as my bed is put together I'll be all right. I'm going to crawl into bed and dream of your cock shooting all night."
Timmy took the hint and got dressed. Miss White remained sprawled in her chair. The juice evaporating from her cunt filled the room with its delicate smell.
"Good night, Miss White," Timmy said as he stood beside her.
"How can you call me 'Miss White' after we've jerked off together?" she said. "Call me Jan."
"Okay. Good night, Jan," he repeated.
Jan reached up, hooked her hand around Timmy's neck and pulled his face down to hers. She kissed him. Her tongue darted into his mouth. But the kiss lasted only a few seconds.
"Good night, sweetie," she sighed.
When Timmy was half way home, he was no longer sure he hadn't dreamed the whole thing. He had no proof that it had actually happened. And although it seemed unlikely that he would have such a realistic dream, it seemed equally unlikely that he could have jerked off with his English teacher But by the time he got home, Timmy knew it hadn't been a dream. The things he had seen that evening were even beyond the realm of his horny imagination.