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Subject: {ASSM} "Teacher"  by  deirdre  ()  --  rp  by  H. Jekyll  and  Please Cain
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Teacher 
by deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. This is the last set of the 156 stories, posted as part of the
a.s.s.m. 2006 "deirdre fest."

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Date: Fri, 6 May 1994 03:17:34 UTC 

You might wonder what my sex life is like, but actually it is
absolutely nothing like the stories I write (and I'm sure that a lot of
the other authors on a.s.s. also have very tame sex lives). Actually
I'm 43 years old and have been happily married for years. We have two
children. Our sex life includes just about nothing that is in any of my
stories. Furthermore, my sexual past is nothing to write home about: I
was a virgin when I met my husband and have never had sex with anyone
else (though we did indulge before we got married). And despite my
fantasies and my bisexuality, I have no plans for anything wild in the
future: I am first and foremost monogamous: these fantasies are
sufficient outlet for my stray thoughts. No, my husband doesn't know
about these stories though we have shared a few fantasies. In fact he
is an unwitting contributor to these stories, both for some story ideas
and for giving me insight into how men think and what men like. In many
ways these stories are a collaboration. If he only knew. He won't--I
have a very private side. -- deirdre

Disclaimer: this is not reality; it is a string of words. The author
does not wish to live out the experiences described. The author does
not wish anyone to live out the experiences described. If you lack the
maturity to grasp this disclaimer, then under no circumstances read
this story without the express permission and guidance of someone more
mature. -- deirdre

Teacher 
by deirdre

"Is it getting you down?" Julie was looking at me with a worried
expression. She was worried about me? Was my face so obvious?

Work *had* been getting me down--I felt run down and depressed all the
time. I'm a high-school teacher, and though we all get some great
students, like Eve in my first period (she's really smart, a good
worker, A+ student, always sits toward the front of the class even
though all the seats around her are empty, always cheerful, and she's
really cute: she'd certainly have boys all over her if she made any
effort in that area), but then there are the "Curts" (Curt is a
troublemaker in the same class: always in back, always doing something
devious). I'm always working so long and trying so hard-- and just when
I think I'm really getting things across, I grade another test...

"Not really," I lied to Julie.

"You need to relax--I'll bet you're too uptight when you go home." I
wasn't going to admit it. "You know, you should go see Grace." Grace
was the school nurse. "If nothing else, she'll massage your shoulders a
little; you know: aside from nursing, she has studied massage."

"I'll keep that in mind." Julie *is* my best friend, but I just seem to
keep things bottled up. I wasn't going to admit anything. But I suspect
that Julie knows me and knew exactly how to interpret my words: *you're
probably right, Julie, but I'm not likely to do that*.

But things *didn't* get better and I seemed to notice my weary state
even more after Julie pointed it out. Then after she brought up the
subject again, one afternoon after school I found myself dropping in to
see Grace. She greeted me with a sense of question in her voice: what
did I want? I felt nervous about asking her for anything.

"Things have been kind of... *exhausting* lately at school. I don't
seem to be able to settle down when I leave."

"You did right to come see me," answered Grace and she went on to ask
me a few specific questions which I answered.

"Well, I think you've just been pushing yourself a little too hard,"
she finally said. "You've got to adjust your work, or your expectations
to something you can handle." Common sense, which if pressed I would
have said myself, but I knew that hearing it from her might spur me to
act on it. "In the mean time, I could help you relax a little after
work; you do look tense: I could relax your shoulders a little."

"If you think it'll help" I said in a non-committal voice. She stood up
and came around in back of the chair I was sitting on and put her hands
on my shoulders. Then she started working on my shoulders and neck. She
really *did* know what she was doing--in a minute I was in heaven. Oh,
it felt so good!

Finally she stopped. "Why don't you come back tomorrow afternoon? Just
a couple of minutes of this will certainly help you start getting a
grip on your life." I agreed and left.

She was right--I felt better that afternoon than in a long time. The
next day, I found myself looking forward to seeing her.

"You *really do* look weary," she said when I finally arrived. "Listen,
why don't I give you a *real* massage today? It really will help."

"I..., I don't know..."

"Oh, don't be shy! Lots of people indulge themselves getting real
massages: why deny yourself?"

I finally agreed. She told me to go into one of the curtained areas and
take off my clothes! Somehow I hadn't thought it would come to that,
but I felt trapped. I went in and looked around at the curtains around
me and the high bed, or examining table, or whatever it was. There were
a couple of hooks on the wall where I could hang things. I felt like I
*had* to go through with it. Finally, I took off everything but my bra
and panties and waited for her, standing, leaning against the table. In
a minute, she peeped in.

"It has to go," she said, obviously meaning my underwear! "When you're
ready, you can just lie face down on the table." Then she was gone
again.

Again I didn't know what else to do. I made myself unhook my bra and
slip off my panties and got on the table and lay face down. At least I
wouldn't be parading my chest in front of her, but I felt really
self-conscious about my rear. Grace came in and I tried to be
nonchalant, but I felt like I was on pins and needles. I had my arms
crossed and had my head lying sideways on my arms.

"I know you're nervous, but just relax--this'll do wonders for you,"
said Grace. She came up beside me. "I'm going to put this eye shade
over your eyes: if your eyes aren't relaxed, your whole face tenses
up." She slipped a band around my head and put a blindfold right over
my eyes! "Now, gently shut your eyes and relax your face," she added.

Then I felt her hands on my shoulders. I *did* start feeling relaxed.
She was wonderous--I couldn't believe how good she was! She worked on
my shoulders and my neck, and then on all my back. She had me put my
arms at my side and she worked on my arms and legs too. I felt
absolutely decadent! This is what rich people felt like who could hire
a masseur! She rubbed my back some more. I could have laid like that
forever!

"Now don't get nervous about this--I know human bodies and this will
help you release your tension." She didn't need to say it: I was sold
on the idea and very comfortable laying there, receiving her
ministrations.

Then her hand slipped between my legs at my crotch! Fingers were on my
clitoris! I immediately tried to push myself up, but her hand was on my
back applying gentle but firm pressure and I couldn't! She certainly
did know human bodies, because in seconds I was beyond caring--I was on
the verge! In just a few more seconds I had an orgasm--not a large one;
it seemed that she had brought me to it so quickly that it didn't have
time to grow large, but it was definitely an orgasm! I felt a little
shiver through my body and felt her hands roaming over my back and arms
and legs again. I felt so relaxed. I couldn't believe what had just
happened! Medical people did that sort of thing just to help their
patients?

That night I couldn't get my mind off that experience. The next day
when I ran into Grace, she told me to make sure I come again that
afternoon. I was feeling funny about the whole thing, but after she was
so pointed about reminding me, I didn't have the nerve to not show up.

It was very similar to the day before: I lay nude; she blindfolded me;
she massaged me; and made me come again. The next day I found myself
looking forward to it and after that it was our daily routine. I felt a
little weird about getting my sexual release in such a way, but the
pleasure of it all was just too much, and I don't just mean the orgasm.
One thing that did happen is that my orgasms grew--I guess my body was
responding to my anticipation. Also, Grace seemed to take her time a
little more with each session. But she was always businesslike about it
before we started and after we were done and I felt more comfortable
about it as time went on, too. She was giving me an expert massage and
using her knowledge of the human body to do a little extra to help
relax me.

One day I was lying on the table and Grace was massaging my neck with
one hand and lightly rubbing my vagina after bringing me to a climax
with her other and I opened my eyes. My eye shade was slightly askew
which had been noticeable even with my eyes closed. When I opened my
eyes, I had a shock. I could see a bit of the room and there were a
number of people there in the curtained-in area with us! I couldn't see
enough to see who it was, but I must have seen four or five people just
in the direction I could see!

"Relax," said Grace in a soothing voice. I was in a momentary panic
even if I didn't move. Grace must have felt me tense up though! What
should I do? Stand up and scream in front of all these people? I shut
my eyes again and did my best to relax. My mind raced: they had seen
me! Had they been here other times? I hadn't heard a thing! I hadn't
heard a thing today or any other time. I couldn't believe this was
happening to me. What was Grace doing? Who *were* those people?

When Grace told me she was done, I opened my eyes. There was no one. I
took off the eye shades. No one but Grace: *just like every other
time*! This wasn't the first time people had been here, my mind was
screaming!

I was in a fog for the rest of the day. A lot of people watched Grace
massage me and bring me off! Who? The next day I told Grace during the
day that I couldn't stay. The following day I thanked her and told her
I didn't feel like I needed the massages any more. She was very
friendly and said she didn't mind and that I should come see her again
if I began to feel too tense. I was so flustered inside that I don't
think I had the presence of mind to give her a false promise.

A few days later, Julie and I and this young teacher named Holly were
talking. Holly was just a couple of years out of college and was tiny
(though stunning to look at: she must get lots of dates) and more than
a little shy. Us teachers sometimes refer to her as "the baby". Julie
asked me why I wasn't getting massages any more. I told her I wasn't
feeling so tense now. Holly asked Julie what she was talking about and
Julie explained how Grace had trained as a masseuse and that I had been
tense and Grace was more than willing to give a teacher a little
massage in the afternoon. I felt more than a little embarrassed by the
discussion, but I did my best not to reveal anything to Julie.

I didn't think much more about it, but about a week later, when I was
leaving for the day, I happened to notice Holly go into the nurse's
office. As I drove home I began to wonder about that and by evening, I
couldn't get my mind off it. Was Holly getting a massage? After that, I
arranged things so I could see what Holly did at the end of the day,
and sure enough, she went to the nurse's office every single afternoon!
When I saw her during the day, she was still her shy but cheerful self.
I couldn't get my mind off it! She *must* be getting massages! Was
Grace bringing her off? Were *people* in there watching!?

Finally one day, I snuck into a closet opposite the nurses office and
left the door cracked so I could watch the door. My curiosity was
reducing me to *this*! I watched as Holly went in. Then I waited. Then
in about five minutes a couple of students--guys came and quietly
opened the door and went in! It was happening! My heart was in my
throat! Then a guy and a girl went in! Then Curt came and went in! Had
he been there when it had been me? Curt? I felt like I would die right
there! More kids came. Then Julie came with another teacher, Karen!
Then a few more girls came. One of them was Eve!

I slipped out and headed home. As likely as not, I knew who had been in
that room, watching me! Every day, more than likely! Curt! Julie! Eve!
I talked to Julie every day--how would I face her? Eve, so nice every
morning in the front row! What did she *really* think of me as she sat
there? I didn't know if I could go in in the morning.

The next day I was distracted all day. All day I saw people who had
watched me. I watched them. They were very good at hiding everything.
Julie was as friendly as ever. But I knew! As I talked to her just like
any other day, I *knew* that in the back of her mind, she was thinking
of *me* as the little ... sucker? pervert?

That night it was still on my mind. As I lay in bed, I could picture
myself there, face down, blindfolded. Grace massaging me, bringing me
off! Julie there, just watching! Eve! I felt my crotch. I was wet.

The next day, I surprised myself. As I talked to Holly, I wondered
about going in and watching her. What would it be like? Little Holly,
writhing and moaning, trying to stay quiet. Julie, watching. Eve.
Admiring her body? Why did Julie and Eve watch? Why did I want to
watch?

Later that day, I saw Grace.

"Would you like a massage? Remember, my offer still stands!"

"I'll remember," I said, non-committally.

"I mean it! Why don't you come this afternoon? Come on!"

"OK." What had I said? What part of me had made me agree? A part of me
wanted to do this? *Liked* this?

I did it! I came in and there was Grace. She told me to get in the
other curtained area (there were two) and to get ready. She gave me an
eyeshade! I felt so nervous. Why was I doing this? I heard Holly come
in after me and go into the the area where I used to go. I got
undressed, put on the eyeshade and lay down just as I used to. I heard
Grace come in and start to massage me. Soon she had her hand on my
crotch and was sweetly bringing me up. Who was watching? The eyeshade
covered my eyes to well. I moved my head and managed to get the shade a
little askew. It wasn't Grace massaging me, it was Eve! She was
standing there, and she was completely nude! She had such long, slim
legs and such a smooth, young body. And Julie was right behind Eve,
fingering Eve's breast with one hand and her vagina with her other
hand! Julie was dressed. Eve's hands felt so heavenly. I didn't see
anyone else and had the feeling that everyone else must be in the other
area with Holly. Then Julie let go of Eve and they traded places! I
wouldn't have noticed the difference, but *Julie* was massaging me and
fingering my clitoris! I was getting closer! Eve got behind Julie and
went down on her knees! She undid Julie's belt and lowered her pants
and soon had her rear uncovered! Then she pushed her face right between
Julie's rear cheeks! I couldn't believe it! Julie looked affected by
it. I saw a little movement in Eve's head. She was pressing her head
between Julie's cheeks. I still felt the hands on me. Julie took her
hands off me and turned around. She was nude from the waist down. She
pulled Eve up and turned her around. She put something around her
wrists, holding her arms behind her. Handcuffs! Then she pushed Eve
back down and turned around. Eve pushed her face into Julie's rear
again and Julie's hands returned to me. I came. Julie took her hands
off me and turned around again. She grabbed Eve's hair and pushed her
face into the front of her crotch. I just barely heard her breath as
she obviously came.

I wanted more. I drove home that afternoon, again in a daze. I
wanted... *Eve to lick me*. Could I make myself bring it up? Tell
Grace?


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