A Tribute to ME If stories of beautiful young ladies using and abusing men offend you. Do not read my stories. No part of them are true or were ever true to my knowledge. This is not my fantasy. It is just a story. As with all of my stories, no part is to be printed or posted elsewhere by anyone but me. If any reader sees them posted by anyone else please advise. My email address is wrighter4u@yahoo.com Chapter Two I never walked by the site again. I never saw Sam. I trusted me less than I trusted him. I thought of him a lot for a few days until someone else vieing for my charms got my attention. He received more from me and I received more from him too. He was a teacher, also old enough to be my dad. My last name begans with an "A". I get put on the front row a lot. Mr. Rainey was not sorry. I was to be his best ever (A) student. That is a pun! He had been looking at me a lot. He had went behind his desk a few times. I had not missed the bulge in his pants although I ignored it. Well, not ignore, just not look at it so as to be noticed. Science is not easy. It was to be for me though. I got him while wearing the same outfit. I loved that outfit! I sat so relaxed. I would cross and uncross my legs. Even sit with them spread just a little. I knew he could see my panties. Yeah another pink pair. I pretended not to notice him, I did though. When he started to perspire, (It was not even hot!) I went up to his desk to ask about a problem. There was a chair by his desk. I put my notebook on his desk, sit down and moved the chair as close to his as I could get it. I was smiling all the while. Well, I had to sit behind his desk or those two jocks on the front row would see my cute little panties and I did not want them to. They had done nothing to deserve a treat like that. "Mr. Rainey, would you help me with this?" I asked while staring deeply into his eyes. I had never seen Mr. Rainey speechless before. He recovered quickly, practice I suppose. "Yes, Jennifer, I would be glad to." Boy would he! As he explained the concept to me, I made sure my titties brushed his arm and shoulder on several ocassions. I also made sure he inhaled my perfume. I was close enough once to breathe on his face. When he finished and I understood I got up, hitting him in the face with my pony tail. He was watching me as I sit. I rewarded him. I was learning the power of rewards and punishment. A girl can learn a lot in school. The next day I needed more help. I did about the same things again. This time I had gum in my mouth. I ask him where I could put it. He reached over, got a Kleenex and held it out to me. I was not sure if he was offering me the Kleenex or if he was holding it for me to put my used gum in it. I assumed the latter. I placed it in his Kleenex covered hand and flashed him a very nice smile. A couple of students giggled. That caused Mr. Rainey to blush. I continued with my problem totally ignoring the juvenile giggles of my classmates. My cute little outfit and my very obvious feminine charms had hooked Mr. Rainey. Now I was reeling him in. I returned to my seat and went right to work. I am a very good student. Naturally I was sitting with my legs spread just the right amount for Mr. Rainey to see my pantied covered crotch. He was getting an eye full. I know he thought then that I was an innocent little freshman girl. He had a lot to learn about young ladies. I was older than he realized too. I would increase his knowledge! In a few minutes I looked at the kleenex. There was no gum in it. Mr Rainey was chewing gum. Mr.Rainey never chewed gum in class. One did not have to be a rocket scientist to postulate where his gum came from. He was enjoying my sweetness. He would pay for that pleasure. I knew the next hour was one of his planning hours. It was also the last hour of school. I had modern dance the last hour of school and pon pom and dance practice after school every day this week. It would later change to Tuesday and Thursday only. We used a lot of dance class time for our routines. The class was made up of students who aspired to be a member of the pon pom, dance squad or cheerleader. Why else would one take the class. I went to his desk when the bell rung. "Mr. Rainey, could I have a piece of gum?" I asked, soooo sweetly. "I am sorry, Jennifer, I don't have any. I never chew gum. Here is a piece of candy though." He said as he handed me a Baskin Robbins hard candy. Sugar free too. I took it from his outstretched hand and said. "Thank you Mr. Rainey. Do you have one left for you too?" "Yeah, but I have gum in my mouth." I said nothing, just stood there with a sly smile on my face. He looked up at me. After a few seconds his face began to get very red. He knew I knew. There is nothing that compares with that feeling of power. A grown man, an adult, a teacher, trapped by Jennifer Abdellaoui. "Thank you for the help Mr. Rainey. You are my favorite teacher. You are so nice. Bye, ceya tomorrow!" He recovered his composure enough to say, "Bye Jennifer", as I exited the room and headed for my dance class with a moist crotch. I got permission from my dance teacher to miss a class this week. I told her I thought it would be tomorrow. I needed help in one of my classes. I doubt if she really believed I could evedr need additional help in anything. She is so astute! We were giving our presentations for a pon pom dance routine. I have choreographed several. Mine is more complicated than the others. It will be shown by six of us. It will be the last one because it is much superior. I just know it will be chosen for our performance at games. I want to be captain very badly. Never has a freshmen been elected captain. I got mom to take me shopping after dance class. She picked me up. She was taking me to eat anyway. Dad was out of town. Him and Uncle Luke went on a business trip and would be gone the rest of the week. Mom and I were batching. She would leave Sunday evening for New York city and would be gone for two weeks. She had a big modeling shoot. She kept promising dad and me she would quit. Just one more year. But the huge contracts were offered and she would accept. She says, again, that this is her last year. She is under contract until June. Dad and I are both threating to get a part time live-in mom and wife! She does not think that is humorous. I bought the cutest outfit. It was similar in style to my pink and white outfit except it was a skirt. More eye candy for my favorite teacher. The skirt was black. The white top had my initials in an Old English scroll. The scroll angled from the top inside of my right tittie to the left side of my tummy. I did not know until we got to the store that mom had ordered it especially for me. The JDA letters were connected in the scroll. It was so chic. The skirt was six inches above my knee. The top of my knee, not the middle! Mr. Rainey would love it. I hoped he would not knock his desk sideways, when he scurried behind it, with his thing. :) That would be sooo funny! I will ease off him in class. I will intensify the pressure at other times though. I will let him see my panties during class. That will keep his heart rate up. I am not mean! I just love to flirt and practice my feminine power. Mom has told me, "If you have it, use it. Jennifer you have it. Be sure you are always the one in control. If you sense you are losing control, get away, and stay away." Now you know why I never went by the construction site again. I met Mr. Rainey twice in the halls and saw him at lunch. I gave him a big beautiful smile and softly said, "Hi Mr. Rainey". I always speak to my teachers. I give my really sexy smiles to the male teachers, of course. Like I would not want to send wrong messages. I am not that knid of girl. Sixth hour came, time for Physical Science and more Jennifer experiments. I was the first student in class. I offered him a piece of my gum, fresh, like unchewed. I know it was a little mean. I made it seem that I was just offering him gum. I did not even give him the, knowing look, that I could have given. "Your outfit is very sharp, it looks like an original. Did your mom get it for you?" He knows my mom is a model. His tongue gets so thick he can hardly talk when he meets her! I want to make him like that around me. "Yes, we picked it up last night. I had to show it off today. Do you think it is, uhh, to revealing. For school I mean?" "I do not personally, the office may though. Some young ladies can wear things like that tastefully. Some can not. You are a very proper and modest young lady. You are always tastefully dressed." I noticed he used the word,"tastefully", twice. I wonder what he would like to taste? As if I did not know. Was it my imagination, or was his tongue beginning to get thick? "Mr. Rainey, can you help me after class today?" I asked in one of my sexy voices a second before more students filed through the door. "Yes, I can, Jennifer. Although I am surprised you are needing so much help. You are smart." "Thank you, Mr. Rainey." I shyly answered. There is not a shy bone in my body. If there were I would extract it! Mr. Rainey told us about a lot of important stuff. I listened intently. I looked at him too. He wanted to look at my cute little panties so badly, I could see it in his eyes. Frequently they would dart my direction. They were always aimed at the same spot and it was not my face. I moved in my seat a little to give him a better view. An innocent move, of course. He had already told me how modest I was. And I am. Like I would never, not wear panties. It seemed class would never end. Even with my showing Mr. Rainey my panties and watching their affect on him, I was getting bored. I had much bigger plans. Finally the class ended and everyone left. I like the design of Mr. Rainey's room. The only door in the room is at one corner. Even that is a small foyer Mr. Rainey's desk is along the side of the same wall at the other corner. You have to enter the room to see his desk. The windows are on the west side so blinds are always closed in the afternoons. I had to wonder if any sweet things like me had ever received "help" from him during his planning hour. I had no reason to suspect there had been anything improper with one of his students. I also wondered if he had ever met anyone like me. If he has, he may be hard to handle. I really did not think he had. There may well be no one like me! He was so turned on, it was obvious to me. I would get what I wanted from him or I would simply walk away and wear more modest clothes for the rest of the year if he refused to allow me to exchange seats with someone over by the windows so I could sit and him be unable to see my panties or even my legs all the way up. He would be the loser. I got help on a problem that I already knew how to do. I bragged on him. You know, how clearly he explained science. "Sometimes Mr. Rainey, you make this seem so easy I think I am stupid for asking. You are so good. I wish all of my teachers were as intelligent as you." You know drivel like that. He ate it up, of course. I scooted my chair closer. We were touching. My leg was against his, my shoulder was touching him, and when I looked into his eyes, which was often, my breath would hit his face. He was taler than me so he could get really good looks at my teeth. He could also get good looks at the tops and about one half of my little titties. Now there is nothing, "little", about my boobs. They are large and extremely well shaped. My mom has her's and my bras hand made. I received a lot from nature. I probably receive even more from the bras mom has custom made for me. I got in the habit of referring to my boobs as, "my little titties" when they were , little titties. They have not been little titties for a year at least. They did not just, "poof" out there, they grew. I watched them grow in awe. I measured them daily. I was so proud of their growth and perfect shape. I truly love ME. I was enjoying being with Mr. Rainey. He was very nice. He was thoughtful. He had always held the door for me whenever we would meet at a door. One day in the cafeteria, I had a load of books, he dumped my tray after I had eaten. Last week, my shoe was untied, I asked him to tie it and he did. I had nothing in my hands. He could have refused, he could have suggested I tie it. He did neither. He tied it. That may seem like nothing to some of you. I knew better. My mom has been teaching me since I was a little girl. Slave spotting 101. Then I began to get him talking about what I wanted to talk about. I carefully explained as I had rehearsed many times that I had needs, sexual needs. He started to protest but his heart was not into protesting. He listened. I explained to him that I was a virgin and planned to stay that way until marriage. I told him I was blessed or cursed one or the other, with a very high sex drive. I had to have relief. I wanted a special kind of relief. I wanted it to be pleasurable. I wanted immense pleasure. He was getting the point, I could tell. I told him I liked him a lot and thought he would be highly skilled at the kind of preasure I craved. I also told him I was a very discreet person. He had to know that already because no one knew anything about me or my family that was not what we wanted them to know. Our reputations were impeccable. I do not think Mr. Rainey would ever have entered into a relationship with one of his students who he did not believe he could trust, like really trust. He also knew I was not going to get jealous later and want him to divorce his wife and run away with me. I got up and locked his door. and turned out the lights. There was plenty of light coming through the windows even though they were covered. He did not protest. I walked back and sat on his desk very near the middle. He rolled his chair back and I positioned myself in the middle of the desk facing him. I was dangling my legs over the desk provocatively swinging them in front of him. "Show me how skilled you are, Mr. Rainey. Make that special love to me I crave. I think you crave it to. No one cn ever be hurt by this. There is nothing bad about it, only good." He rolled toward me. "No, MR. Rainey, I will get more pleasure if you are on your knees." He said nothing, just dropped to his knees. I doubt if he could talk. I think his tongue was good for only one thing. I raised myself clear of his desk and he removed my panties. "Inhale them Mr. Rainey, unless you do not want to." I said that for his benefit. He was performing before a high school freshman. I am sure he was concerned about frightening me away. I am not easily frightened! He placed my panties to his face and inhaled. he than kissed the crotch. When he brought his hand away, his lips were moist. God I wanted him to get his mouth over my pussy, if he did not he was going to have one wet desk! He kissed the inside of both my legs. "Mr. Rainey, I need your tongue, please." He understood my urgency. As his opened mouth went over my pussy I placed my hands behind me, pushed on the desk, and moved tightly against his face. Ohhhh his tongue felt devine. I loved it. Like really loved it. He was awesome. Ohhh, this guy had eaten pussy before, lots of times! I had been licked, even eaten a little nothing like this. He was soooo good. I held back as long as I could than I exploded. I refrained from crying out. I had put my hands on his head and pulled his head to me. I knew my nails were cutting his neck. He moaned but did not protest, he just moved his tongue faster over my clit. Ohhh what pleasure. Even after the big explosion he continued to lick, suck, and swallow. That was so great for both of us. I still look back on that first time as being the most special of all. We had our little rendezvous until I met John and started getting serious about him. I really liked Mr. Rainey. I still do. He was so sad when I told him I could not do that with him anymore. He was apprehensive too. I assured him that those times would always be precious to me and that I would carry our secret with me to my grave. People would make it cheap and dirty. It was neither. I was a young lady growing into an adult. I learned a lot about control of the human male. Mr. Rainey would then and would now, do absolutely anything for me. See why I never had to worry about homework, handout answers, or test. Mr. Rainey handled those for me. He enjoyed doing special things for me. His cunnilingus technique is the one I have taught my lovers. Mr. Rainey loved my pussy and was so good at the proper display of affection for it I still smile when I meet him and look at his pot belly and wonder how many pounds of it is directly attributable to my cum.