From ek972@po.cwru.edu Tue Mar 11 23:37:59 1997 THE ENGLISH TEACHER "Well, class, I don't know how you feel, but today was an unusually good day, in my opinion. As you read your theme assignments today I noticed that every single one of you is improving in your creative writing ability and even in your grammar. When the bell rings, please leave your themes here on my desk in a *neat* stack please. I'll grade them tonight and have them back to you tomorrow. Just from hearing you read them, however, I think they are all going to be good grades." The bell rang and the students filed by the desk putting the theme papers into a relatively neat stack. I asked for a neat stack because sometimes in the rush out the door, papers were strewn halfway from here to Chicago. I guess it is because it is the last period of the day and everyone's in a hurry. I watched proudly as they filed by. There was Albert. Albert had never been an excellent student in school and especially in English. His English teachers in the lower grades had given him bad marks and he seemed to be an underachiever. Now, however, in his senior year, he seemed to have blossomed in this subject. He smiled as he put his paper down. It was a proud smile - almost a "thank you" smile but he shouldn't be thanking ME for working so hard himself. I smiled back. Susan had always been a good English student and even talked about majoring in journalism at college. I think she'll do fine. Stacie gave me one of her special smiles. There was something about Stacie that was hard to put my finger on. Stacie was a good student in all her classes and would do well in whatever she would do in the future but I didn't know what that was. She had never told me. There was something special about Stacie. She was a very cute girl and, at the same time something in her personality gave her an "earth-sexy" quality. That is the only way I could describe it. Normally, my observations about the sexiness of women were limtited to women more my own age. Except for Stacie, girls in high school had no sexual appeal to me. Oh, I suppose I noticed an especially well-formed pair of legs or a well-proportioned body, good hair or a pretty face - but these observations never gave me a sexual tingle when it was a high school girl. I had even grown beyond the age where college girls looked appealing to me. They, too, looked to me like little girls. But there was something special about Stacie. "Mr. Smith, you said you liked everyone's theme when they read it?", Stacie asked, giving me her typically sexy look. "Yes, Stacie, I wasn't just being nice. I can clearly see the improvement in everyone's work this year. The story you read today had a special, haunting quality about it. I liked it a lot. You know, Stacie, it just dawned on me that I have never asked you what you intend to do when you graduate! Do you mind telling me?" "I am going to enroll in the local massage therapy school. I can get a degree in massage therapy in two years and it pays well." "That is a nice career. I have gone to massage therapists when I have had a back pain or a stiff neck and always go away feeling better. I'm sure it must be a rewarding career." "Do you know," Stacie continued, "that a good friend of mine is halfway through the school and has taught me a lot of the massage techniques? Do you have any stiff muscles? If you do, I can show you." "As a matter of fact, my neck has been stiff a lot lately...okay, show me." "You have to lay down on the desk with your head resting on the edge." I took off my sport jacket and lay down on my back with my head right at the edge of the desk. While I was doing this Stacie closed and locked the classroom door. "I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea," she smiled. "That's very kind of you," I smiled back. I don't think Mrs. Johnson, the principal, would understand very much, do you?" We laughed and she walked to the side of the desk above my head. "Okay, now, Mr. Smith, you must relax all your muscles and let me make the moves. Just lay real limp and loose." I did what she said. She took the palms of her hands and placed them along the sides of my face and gently rotated my head in an arc, first one way and then another. She was really gentle about it but I could hear the muscles in my neck "crackle" as she gently made these movements. Then she bent my neck to one side and then the other. Again I heard little crackles and a warm feeling going down my spine. Then she pulled straight up on my head gently and I could feel the vertebrae of my neck stretch and align themselves. "Does that feel better, Mr. Smith?" "Oh, geez! Yeah. I can't believe it. Thank you!" "I'm not done yet. Let me finish because after I do it all, you will feel better longer and maybe your neck won't get stiff for awhile." "Itza deal," I laughed. "You're going to wonder why I do some of the moves I will do but just trust me, okay?" "Okay." The first move she did, with her warm palms still against my cheeks surprised me a lot. She bent over my face and I looked into her upside-down face, which was smiling. "Still trust me, Mr. Smith?" "Yeah, Stacie..." She leaned down slowly, still smiling and placed her lips against mine and gave me an upside down kiss. I couldn't help but return the kiss. Her lips were soft and warm. We continued to kiss and eventually her tongue touched my lips and licked them from side to side, eventually barely parting my lips and going shallowly into my mouth, where the tip of my tongue met hers. Her tongue flitted and teased and mine did the same to her. She let out a sighing exhale and I could smell the sweet aroma of her breath. I lifted my arms and placed my own hands along side her face and pressed her deeper into the kiss and when I did that, her own hands undid my tie and pulled it out of it's knot and then her fingers nimbly undid my shirt buttons, revealing my bare chest. She ran her hands down the insides of my shirt to my sides and she caressed my chest and sides. This was a massage I felt I would never forget. Her hands were now unbuckling my belt, then my pants and, with my help I was soon naked on the desk on my back. "Mr. Smith, I told you to relax and look at THAT muscle - it is so stiff!" We both looked at my cock which was standing straight up. We laughed. "Is it at all kosher for the patient to massage the masseuse?", I asked. "It is required," she answered, smiling. So we traded places, me swiveling off the desk and she lying down. Her dark eyes looked up at me - half in smile and half in wonder. I leaned toward her pretty face and stroked the sides of it with my palms and whispered to her, "This will take awhile. You will not be naked for some time. This will be very slow. Is that okay?" Stacie nodded, "Mm-hm" and her dark eyes just looked into mine. God those eyes! I kissed each of her eyes lightly on the lids and she let out another exhale from pursed lips, shaped into a kiss. I bent my head toward her lips and kissed them but just by barely touching her pouted lips - just barely - hardly touching. Then the very tip of my tongue just touched her lips, darting lightly - barely touching. She opened her lips but I just kept touching her lips with the tip of my tongue. Her tongue came out, snaking, and I touched the tip of her tongue with the tip of mine. I ran my hands down the sides of her body, feeling the curves through her clothing. Her arms. Her hips. Up her sides. The very sides of her breasts, which were surprisingly well formed. Her breath now seemed almost hot. I moved my kisses to the sides of her face and down her neck. As I reached her blouse collar she began to reach for her buttons but I took her hands into mine and kissed the palms, laying them back at her side and I continued to kiss just above her blouse collar around her neck. Then I took my teeth and undid one button by forcing the button through it's hole using my teeth and tongue. I was surprised at my ability to do this. "Pop" it was open and I licked the bony part just below her neck. I felt her squirm. Then the next button and minutes spent exploring her upper chest above her bra. Then the next button and I could see she was wearing a black lace bra with the button in the front. But for now I ignored that lovely little button and knew I would get back to it later. As I bit open the last button of her blouse by pulling the base of her blouse from her skirt with my teeth, her lovely belly was before me, being licked and glistening with my mouth's moisture. She had a cute belly, flat and her lowest ribs making a scoop. As she breathed rather heavily, her flat belly rose and fell. I licked just under the edge of the top of her skirt and her hands came down to help me remove the skirt but I took her hands again, kissed the palms and laid them at her side. I continued to tease with my tongue along the skirt and up her belly to her bra, back down, around the skirt some more. Finally I opened the button of her bra and it divided to each side, revealing two very womanly mounds of luscious flesh. Her lovely tanned skin tone was even. She must do the sun naked, I thought. Her nipples were a dark crimson and were erect like little erasers. I took one of them between my teeth and gave it a very gently nibble and then licked it, flicking very fast with my tongue, causing it to wobble up and down and then I gave it circles with my tongue. The lovely flesh of her tit made little ripples not unlike a stone in the water. I moved my hands up to her breasts as I kissed them and gave them caresses on the sides and the little cleavages underneath. She moaned lightly. Placing my thumbs along side her breasts to continue caressing them, I moved my face down again to the edge of her skirt and this time when she raised her hips toward my face, her hands went under her butt to undo a zipper. I took the sides of her skirt and panties and spent about fifteen minutes moving it lower and lower until, at the end of fifteen mintues, her skirt was bundled at her hips and I was looking at her wonderfully shaped pubic hair area. A slight aroma arose from her. That woman aroma of arousal. I took the skirt and panties and removed them in one movement from her legs and feet, removing her flats at the same time. She was naked. "Oh, Mr. Smith...", is all she whispered. I touched the lovely, white area of her inner thighs and gently encouraged her to spread her legs as I began to explore her womanhood with my tongue. It was very, very moist and hot. There is a hotness about an aroused pussy that has nothing, I don't think, to do with temperature. Her aroma was almost a perfume - but natural - not out of a bottle. I wish I could have bottled every aromatic juice from every woman I had ever made love to. I would have labelled the bottles with their names and for the rest of my life I would open the bottles and sniff and taste. Stacie had her own, distinctive aroma, as does every other woman. As I touched my tongue to her wet and glistening pussy lips, her taste to my tongue was sweet - very sweet. I drank of her sweetness until my head swam. "Come up on the desk with me," she whispered. As I did, she guided me into the 69 position and I knew then what she wanted. As I ate her she ate me and her lips and mouth were hot, hot, hot. I ate her deeper and deeper, quickening the pace bit by bit. I don't know how long we ate each other. It might have been seconds. It might have been hours. Eventually, however, Stacie began to tremble at about the same time as I felt charges of electricity in my innermost soul. Her girlish grunts and screams as she came into my mouth were contrasted by my deep groans and twitches as I came into her mouth. As I came she slurped and sucked, taking it all in I darted my tongue as deep as it would go into Stacie, in gratitude. I wanted it to go into her soul - into the place where the fire lives. I wanted to lick her love if that is possible. I wanted my tongue to fill her body. "fuckme," she whispered. As I rotated around her face was reddened and a little blotchy - as compared to her normally glowing and tan compexion. It was the face of love. A clear droplet of cum rolled from the corner of her mouth. Her brown eyes were full of lovelust as I looked at her, placing my dick against her pussy. She took her hands, guiding my rubbery cum-covered dick into her pussy lips where it seemed to instantly return to life. I pumped her slowly and on each pump she sucked with her pussy muscles and her eyes reflected the effort she was giving to this sucking until they closed. Her mouth made a little circle as I fucked faster and deeper. The contrast of the red areas of her skin to the white areas were becoming more prominent. I stood up on my knees now, fucking her deeper and deeper and she raised her legs toward my head and I took her ankles and kissed the soles of her feet as I pumped her. The desk was grating on the floor and Stacie's sweaty back was making squeaking sounds against the top of the desk and I pumped her like a piston. Her crash was a noisy crash as she shuddered from head to toe in orgasm. She whispered "cum cum cum cum cum..." over and over. Was it her cum or did she want me to cum. I think I did a little but not as forcefully as I had moments before in her mouth. I lay down next to her and we must have spent an hour kissing and whispering little things. "When you go into practice, I would like to be a regular massage customer." "This is practice, Mr. Smith, and I will need all the practice I can get before I enter school, during school and then, then you can become a customer. Do you mind giving me practice, Mr. Smith?" "Practice makes perfect, sweetheart." THE END