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'Teacher's Pet'
Part 6 of 6
by Sundance
Copyright, 1998 : All Rights Reserved
First Published: 9/29/98
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+==================+Now the disclaimer +==============+
The following is a work of total fiction. The characters, names, and
places are all products of my imagination and any resemblance to
anybody or anything, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This story contains potentially obscene terms and sexually explicit
content that some may find to be offensive. If such material offends
you, or if you are under 18 years old, you have the option to stop now
and not continue reading. By continuing to read you are making the
following legal statement: I am over 18, I want to view a list of
potentially obscene terms, and it is legal for me to view potentially
obscene terms in my community, state, nation, province, or commune.
One last caveat. This story involves descriptions of consensual
sexual encounters between teen males and females (17 years old) and
between teen girls (again 17 years old) and an older man. If such
situations offend you, it's likely this story will offend you.
If you're not sure... STOP now ... Delete this text ... This isn't
being forced on you.
+==================+Now the disclaimer +==============+
Chapter 9 - "Fighting Fire With Fire"
The day after the incident in the math lab Jenna didn't show up for
school. Emily figured it was part of her plan to appear distraught.
She had talked to her on the phone and Jenna was claiming to be sick,
but carefully leaving clues that there was more. Emily didn't bite.
She figured Jenna would tip her cards in due time. It was all just as
well, as Kent and Emily needed the extra time to prepare.
The following day Jenna picked up Emily for school at the usual time.
At first neither girl spoke as they traveled the usual route. Jenna
reached in her purse and fished out the key to the math lab, handing
it over to Emily as she drove.
"Well, did you guys have fun?" Emily asked sarcastically, taking
the key.
"I really don't want to talk about it," Jenna replied in a curt
voice, staring straight ahead.
"Why not?" Emily questioned, pretending to be oblivious to the
details.
"It was really bad Emily, really bad. Let's just say that Kent
really crossed a line with me. He really scared me. I just can't
talk about it right now."
"What happened?" Emily asked, an authentic sense of concern in
her voice. She was amazed at how shaken up Jenna seemed to be. It
was obvious she was already putting her plan into motion.
"I just can't talk about it right now, ok? I promise, I'll tell
you later. It's just… it's just too hard to imagine right now," and
her eyes welled with artificial tears. "Let's just say that Kent is
not the man you or I thought he was. He's something almost evil,
Emily. I'd stay far away from him if I were you."
"Wow," Emily responded. She had to turn her head and look away
to hide the amused look on her face at Jenna's elaborate story
telling.
+++++
Kent walked down the rows of the Algebra class handing out the most
recent assignment to each student. He reached Jenna's desk and handed
over hers, along with an additional piece of paper folded down the
middle. She had refused to have any interaction with him that day,
and this moment was no exception. She placed the assignment face down
on her desk and slowly opened the scrap of paper Kent had handed her.
It was a handwritten note.
"I've thought things over. I think we can come to an agreement.
I have some specific ideas I would like to discuss with you. Meet me
at my house, this afternoon at 5:30. The address is 1315 State
Street, off of Mission Avenue. See me if you need directions. Come
alone."
She closed the paper and smiled to herself. This was working out even
easier than she would have expected. The bell rang and Kent dismissed
the class. Jenna gathered her belongings and made her way to the
front, refusing any eye contact with Kent as she approached. As she
passed, she paused, holding and pointing to the assignment as if
discussing one of the problems. When she was sure the majority of
students were out of earshot, she leaned in and whispered.
"I'll be there. Make sure you don't waste my time."
She stared into his eyes for just a moment so that he would know she
was serious and then turned towards the door. Emily was lagging
behind. While she couldn't hear the exact words being exchanged, she
had a sense for Jenna's response. She smiled at Kent as she passed.
+++++
Jenna was actually running slightly behind schedule as she made the
turn down Mission Avenue towards the street that Kent lived on.
Directions weren't necessary. She traveled this same route every
morning when she picked up Emily for school. As she drove, her
cellular phone began to ring.
"Hello?"
"Jenna? Where the hell are you," Dirk asked in an exasperated
voice. "I thought we were on for today? I'm here at my Mom's house
waiting for you."
"Oh Dirk, I forgot. I'm not going to make it. Something else
has come up."
"What do you mean something else has come up? What came up?" He
did his best to compose himself. "Look, if it's sex you're avoiding,
we can do something else. Go to a movie or something."
"No, not today. Maybe later in the week."
He was starting to lose it. "Look! These excuses of yours are
getting pretty old! What has come up so suddenly that you're changing
our plans again?"
"Look Dirk, none of your business what. The bottom line is I'm
not coming over, get it? Maybe we can get together later in the week.
When is your Mom coming home, anyway?"
All she heard was a click on the other end of the line.
"HELLO!" she screamed. "Son-of-a-bitch! Hang up on me!" and
she slammed the phone down in the seat.
She reached the final sequence of turns, slowed, and compared the
address on the house to the one on her paper. She pulled into the
driveway, screeching the tires of her Toyota Celica as she brought the
vehicle to an abrupt halt.
+++++
Kent was waiting, peering out the window when he saw Jenna making the
turn on to his block. Before she had even entered the driveway he had
left his sitting position on the couch.
"She's here!" he called out as he raced down the hall and into
the bathroom.
Quickly he turned on the shower and stripped out of his gym shorts and
tanktop leaving them in a pile on the floor. He stood nude, waving
his hand under the water, testing the temperature.
"Cmon!" he demanded, as if he could command the water to heat up
faster.
The doorbell rang. Finally the water was warm enough and he stepped
under, rushing the stream through his hair and spinning in a circle to
soak himself from head to toe. Just as he turned off the knob and
grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist, the doorbell rang a
second time. He raced down the hall leaving a track of water-laden
footprints in the carpet. The ringing of the doorbell stopped,
replaced quickly by a series of loud thuds as Jenna pounded her fist
against the wood. Kent had time to stop and make one last adjustment
to his dripping hair in the mirror. He opened the door only
partially, leaning around with a surprised expression as he saw Jenna.
"It's about time!" she scolded angrily.
"Jenna!" Kent exclaimed in mock surprise. "You're early! I
almost didn't hear the door. I was in the shower."
"I'm not early, you dolt! You told me to be here at 5:30 and
it's 5:35!" She held up the paper that he had handed her in class.
He pretended to squint, reading the letters on the paper. "Oh, I
guess you're right. I was thinking I had written down 6:30. Come on
in," and he stepped behind the door allowing her to enter. "You're in
a good mood," he commented sarcastically.
It was just then that she realized he was wearing nothing but a towel.
She stepped around and took one look at him, bare, wet and forming a
puddle on the carpet.
"Oh my," she exclaimed, turning her head to the side in
embarrassment.
"What?" Kent responded innocently.
"You didn't tell me you were almost naked. Do you always answer
the door this way?" She gathered herself and her embarrassment
started to fade as she glanced up and down his frame. He was in even
better shape than she realized. How much time did this guy spend in
the gym, anyway?
"No, I don't always answer the door this way. But let's face it.
We're not exactly strangers after the other day, now are we?"
He turned and walked away from her, using his hand to comb his wet
hair back across his head. He could feel her eyes on him, likely the
same way she must have felt his eyes on her as she left the classroom
each day. He paused, and turned back to her.
"You want something to drink?"
She remained silent for a moment. "Uh, no… nothing to drink. I'm
here to talk business, remember?"
"How could I forget? You don't mind if I have a drink?" He
didn't wait for to respond and headed for the kitchen. "If you change
your mind, let me know," he called out.
Jenna stood, looking around the room, thinking to herself what a
tacky job of decorating Kent had done.
"Did you have problems finding the place?" he shouted from the
kitchen.
"No, I drive by here everyday. I bet you didn't know Emily lives
right across the street, did you?"
"Emily… across the street? No, I didn't. Where?"
"Almost right across the street, at her Mom's house. Hey, would
you hurry it up. I don't have all day!" she called out impatiently.
Kent returned to the room. He had a drink for himself and, despite
her refusal, had mixed one for Jenna also. He handed her the glass.
She held it to her nose and sniffed it before tasting, glancing at
Kent from over the rim. She noticed again that the towel he was
wearing wasn't covering much.
"What's in this? It smells like paint thinner," Jenna asked,
curling up her nose.
"Some of the best whiskey the South has to offer," Kent answered,
leaning back against the fireplace hearth. He used his finger so
stir his own concoction, before taking a sip.
"I said I didn't want anything," Jenna replied, "Much less
whiskey," and she sat the glass down on a nearby table without even
tasting it. She stared at Kent, a bit puzzled. "Another thing. Are
you going to put some clothes on, or what?"
Kent leaned his head back and closed his eyes as he felt the warmth of
the alcohol stream down his throat. He never was much of a drinker,
but he had realized early on that it was good for releasing
inhibitions and boosting courage, both of which he needed right now.
He lowered his glass, opened his eyes, and stared at Jenna.
"Do you want me to put some clothes on?"
He crossed his legs as he leaned against the mantel, revealing his
muscular thigh through the fold of the towel. Jenna's eyes were
drawn to the ridge that was now visible under the terrycloth.
"You know what?" she asked. "If I didn't know better… I'd think
you were trying to seduce me." A sinister smile crossed her lips.
Kent smiled in return as he sipped his drink. "Oh, but you know
better then that, Jenna."
"Hey, you had your chance pal," and she turned her back on him
and walked over to look at the lava lamp that was spewing globs of
lard. "If you think giving me a good roll in the hay will make me
forget about what happened the other day, you're wrong. Now let's get
down to business. How much were you thinking about… and don't insult
me again."
Kent tipped back his glass and drained it dry. He closed his eyes and
took one last, deep breath for courage before sitting his glass
quietly on the table and moving towards where Jenna was standing,
still with her back to him. He slowly brushed her hair to the side.
Taking her arms in his hands, he leaned forward and ran his lips along
her neckline, gently, up towards her ear.
"Actually, I haven't been able to think about that," Kent
whispered. "I haven't been able to think about anything but how you
good you felt against me the other day."
Jenna tried to pull away, but Kent tightened his grip and pulled her
closer. He could feel the goose bumps forming on her upper arms as,
loosening his grip slightly, he brushed his cock up against her firm
bottom. Her resistance was fading and she leaned her head to the
side allowing him better access to the exposed flesh of her neckline.
He quickly took advantage, increasing the depths of his kisses against
her skin.
"I already told you," Jenna groaned. "This isn't going to get
you off the hook. You still owe me."
"Would you stop talking about money," Kent mouthed in between
kisses to Jenna's neck. "We can talk about money later," and he ran
his hands down her arms and against her hips, pulling up the material
of her short sundress to a point where he could run his fingers along
the trim line of her panties. Quickly, she stepped away, turning to
face him, her eyes drawn momentarily to the erection that was forming
beneath his towel. Her breathing was heavy and it was obvious she was
having difficulty speaking.
"I'm not getting this," she sighed. "The other day --- you let
the whole thing go on, then bailed out with cold feet just when things
were getting hot." Her confusion started to fade into anger. "You
made me look like some tramp who was just throwing herself at you.
Now, you're feeding me booze and showing up to answer the door
practically naked. What's up with you?"
"I'm sorry Jenna. It wasn't my intent to make you feel that way.
It's just that… the other day was different. We were in the math lab
for God's sake. Anybody could have walked in on us. It wasn't a case
of me not wanting you. I just didn't want to get caught. Let's face
it, we both would have had a lot to lose if somebody would have walked
in on us. But now --- that we're here alone --- I can tell you how
much I've wanted you. I can show you. Show you how much I've wanted
you since I first saw you."
He began to move closer to her. She watched his approach with
hesitation. Her heart was pounding and her chest rose and fell with
each heavy breath as he got closer, the intensity rushing between them
like a wave of electricity.
Besides," he continued. "I really have nothing to lose now, do I? I
might as well give into my desires."
She stared into his eyes as he moved within inches of her. Slowly, he
reached down, using his fingers to raise her skirt. Leaning back
slightly, he looked down and could see the familiar triangle of her
panties hugging tightly her crotch. She was gorgeous, that much was
true. Evil, but definitely gorgeous.
He shifted the skirt material to one hand, while using the back of his
finger to trace, ever so lightly, the outline of the elastic band of
Jenna's undergarments. As mixed as his emotions where, knowing she
came here with sole intent of blackmailing him, he still couldn't help
but feel drawn to her sexually. Actually, in an almost savage way, he
wanted to fuck her now more than ever. Fuck her the way she was trying
to fuck him.
She was succumbing to Kent's touch and raised her hands, almost
involuntarily, to begin a massage of his bare chest. She squeezed the
muscle mass hard between her fingers. Slowly, she worked her way
down, becoming consumed in the muscular waves of his abdomen. As she
traced the washboard like ridges of his stomach, he continued to
explore her panty line, occasionally running fingers inside the
waistband to a point where he would graze the tuft of pubic hair
hidden beneath.
She looked up at him, her eyes roaming his strong features, taking in
every detail of his prominent jaw line, his sensuous mouth, his dark
complexion. Her emotions regarding this man had run the gamut ---
from infatuation, to resentment, to lust, to revenge. Now, she just
wanted to conquer him. To have him, the way she knew so many women
wanted him, the way she knew she would have him from the first moment
she saw him standing in front of that classroom. After that, she
would decide if she wanted to continue having him, or just make him
the source of a tidy income.
"I want to kiss you Kent. I want to taste that sexy mouth of
yours in mine."
He began to lean forward slowly, as she grabbed his cheeks and met him
with a hard passionate kiss. For a moment he was taken back, not
expecting her to give in so quickly, much less so aggressively. They
began to consume one another, biting, sucking, as snorts of heavy
breathing filled the room. She began to slow, taking his lower lip
between her teeth and biting down slowly until she saw the tears
forming in his eyes. She smiled before releasing him, then slowly
moved her hand down his stomach and in between the fold of his towel.
Kent hated the fact that he was already fully erect, consumed by the
savage lust that had formed between them. She reached inside and
grabbed his throbbing member, squeezing it hard in her grip. She
pulled back and forth several times, watching the changes in Kent's
expression as she jerked his length.
"See what you were missing, lover?" she moaned, growing moist
with desire as she felt his cock throb in her hand.
Kent moved his hands up the material of her sundress and began a slow,
strong massage of her breasts through the thin material. They were as
firm as he remembered from the day in the math lab and his mind raced
with flashbacks of her straddling him on the ragged couch, her shirt
pulled up, her nipples grazing his lips. He could feel her becoming
erect beneath his palms. Spasms coursed through his body causing him
to shiver as she continued to stroke his now purple cock, faster and
harder. Finally, he reached down and grabbed her hand, forcing her to
stop.
"Can't take it lover?" she snapped. "I hope you can last longer
then that, or this won't be any fun at all."
"That's not it," Kent lashed back. "I just don't want to do it
here in the living room. My brother is not scheduled to be home, but
you never know. Let's go in the guest room where we can close the
door, have some privacy in the off chance he does come home."
She listened, then shrugged her shoulders. "Suit yourself," glancing
down at the drink on the table, now sweating with condensation. "You
know, I hate whiskey. Do you have any rum? With a lime?"
"Yeah, I think I do," Kent replied.
"Would you make me one, lover? Rum and Coke just makes me soooo
hot," and she scraped the underbelly of his chin with her fingernail
as she moved backwards away from him. "Is the bedroom this way?" she
asked, pointing to the hallway.
"Yes, through there and make a right. I'll be right there."
"I'll be waiting for you," Jenna purred.
+++++
Emily was getting uncomfortable in her make shift hiding place. She
jostled in her seat, then reached down and grabbed a blanket from the
closet floor and pushed it under her butt. The chair she was not
comfortable enough for long periods of time and this was taking much
longer than they had planned. She wondered if something had gone
wrong. Maybe Jenna was holding out? Finally, she heard the
approaching footsteps and saw Jenna enter the room. She watched her
looking around with a distasteful expression. The furniture was oddly
situated, with a daybed against one wall, a sofa against the other
facing a set of mirrored sliding doors leading to a closet. Emily
smiled to herself, thinking that at least there was one thing she had
in common with her former friend. They both hated the decorating in
this place.
With Jenna's arrival, Emily's prior thoughts of discomfort began to
fade, replaced with a rush of adrenaline as she anticipated what was
about to occur. She sat up and adjusted the makeshift partition she
and Kent had constructed out of cardboard. It was the exact height of
the inside closet wall, stretching from the ground to the top.
Painted black to blend in with the darkness, it was virtually
unnoticeable from the outside and very effective at hiding Emily's
presence from anybody casually glancing in the direction of her closet
hiding place. A single circle was cut out, large enough for Emily to
see through the narrow opening of the sliding glass doors, with enough
circumference to easily fit the zoom lens of her 35-mm camera.
A few moments passed and Emily heard the stereo in the living room
playing, the music getting louder. Kent entered the room, wearing
only a towel and carrying two drinks. Emily's heart skipped a beat as
she saw him enter, her mind flooding with memories of the day when
they made love. She thought back to Kent's question of why they were
going through with this. He was right in pointing out that both of
their feelings would only intensify if he were the one to take her
virginity. How could she now sit here and watch him have sex with
Jenna? She felt a bottoming sensation in the pit of her stomach,
reminding herself again that this was sex…plain and simple. Not
making love… not sharing the intimacy that she and Kent had shared.
There was a very big difference. Besides, it was the only way out of
this mess.
Kent handed Jenna her drink and she sipped it. Emily was ready and,
as she snapped the first record of Jenna's consensual affair, the
sounds of the winding camera motor filling the closet. It sounded so
loud, she was sure Jenna would hear, but quickly reminded herself that
she was in an enclosed space, which only made it seem louder. She
smiled; it was likely the same effect as when she was eating potato
chips and the crunching was so loud to her she was certain people
blocks away could hear her snacking.
"Hmmmm…this is good," Jenna commented, taking a single sip, then
a second from her drink.
"Glad you like it," Kent responded.
Jenna went and sat on the bed, staring at Kent as she continued to
drink. "Do you have any idea how good you look standing there in that
towel?" she asked thoughtfully. "There is something so sexy about a
man just getting out of a shower… so clean… so masculine."
Kent just smiled. It was one of those questions you didn't answer.
Jenna leaned back on one arm and continued to drink.
"You know… I've known since you first got to school. No, since I
first saw you at that stop light. I've known you wanted me," Jenna
nodded confidently.
Emily pushed the camera to the side for a moment to fake a silent
gagging move with her finger. It wasn't watching Jenna have sex with
Kent that was going to make her sick, as much as listening to Jenna
talk about how gorgeous she was. 'What's next? Don't hate me because
I'm beautiful, Kent?'
"I have wanted you," Kent replied. "Since the first moment I saw
you. But nothing like I want you right now."
Kent reached around his back in a make shift scratch, and crossed his
fingers as if he was telling a fib. It was only from Emily's vantage
point that she could see his joshing and she had to cover her mouth to
keep from laughing out loud. Kent moved over and sat on the sofa-like
seat opposite the closet.
"What are you doing way over there?" Jenna asked with her best
pout face. She patted the bed next to her. "Why don't you come sit
by me?"
"Oh, I just like sitting here… watching you," Kent replied,
taking a long sip of his own drink.
"Really?" Jenna moaned. She loved to be admired. She smiled at
Kent and started to graze her fingers along the length of her upper
thigh, parting her legs, an ever-so-slight grin on her face. "You've
always liked my legs, haven't you Kent?"
Emily was ready and snapped several consecutive shots, pausing to
focus not only the positioning of Jenna's hands between her thighs,
but ensuring she captured at least one close-up of the smile on her
face.
"You do have beautiful thighs, Jenna --- very strong thighs. All
that tennis has its side benefits, doesn't it?"
"Hmmmm…yes it does," she responded.
"You have an equally beautiful bottom," Kent added in
encouragement.
Slowly she stood and turned away from Kent. She leaned down, placing
her palms on the edge of the bed, while arching her bottom in the air,
slowly sliding her hips from side to side. Kent traced her form with
his eyes, starting at her seat and working down her thighs to her
muscular calves.
"Do you like it when I do this?" she whispered. "Can you imagine
taking me from behind like this?"
She could imagine it --- every detail. The way Oliver took her the
night of the dinner party.
Kent squirmed in his seat, and nodded enthusiastically between sips.
She turned around slowly and looked down as she pulled up her skirt,
the same move she had used just a few days before in the math lab.
Watching her seduction, Kent wondered to himself where a girl so young
had gained such experience. If he didn't know better, he would expect
to see her someday working as an erotic dancer, not as a tennis player
annihilating her opponent on some far off clay court.
She smiled at him, before looking down, as she pulled up her short
skirt and grabbed the edges of her panties, tugging hard upwards until
the material outlined the lips of her steaming pussy. She released it
and ran her hands along the outside to reposition them. Finally, she
resumed her seated position on the bed, spreading her legs. She
pulled up her skirt to a point just above her waist, revealing a
growing dampness, glancing at Kent with a suggestive grin. She slid
her hand along the side and under the elastic, which was now soaked to
her touch. Sucking air through her teeth, the intensity of touching
herself surged as she looked over, wallowing in the sensation of Kent
watching her from his seated position.
She loved the feel of his eyes on her as she ran her fingers along her
moist opening, grazing her clit as she worked, leaning her head back
to let her hair flow down her shoulders, her mouth open wide reaching
for oxygen. Certainly, her mannerisms, her movements, were
exaggerated, she knew that, not unlike the porno actresses she'd seen
in the videos her and Dirk borrowed from his Dad's study. But that
didn't matter. She loved the lustful feeling of Kent's eyes fucking
her as she used her hand to fuck herself, both of them enjoying the
experience of her acting out her passions for his fantasies.
Click --- Click - Click went the motor of Emily's camera.
As Kent watched, he reminded himself of his mission, as much in an
effort to suppress his growing desire as to calculate his next move.
All the resentment that he had for Jenna was still there, but there
was something profoundly erotic watching her as she masturbated ---
watching her perform for him. He felt his toga-like outfit growing
tighter as he watched her, leaning back on the foot of the bed, her
legs spread, her hand in frenzy, her mouth groping for air in between
lustful moans. If at any point he thought, all things considered,
that he might have difficulty becoming aroused, he was now faced with
an opposite problem; how to stay the course and not get too carried
away.
The pace of Jenna's hand finally slowed, changing from quick, grinding
scrapes with her fingers, to long deep penetrations. She opened her
eyes and looked at Kent, staring down at the pronounced erection that
was pressing against his towel, slowing her movements just as the tide
of orgasm approached. Finally, she stopped, standing up, pausing to
stare at him across the room tauntingly as she dragged her panties
towards the floor, a ravenous look on her eyes.
"I'm not ready to cum yet," she moaned. "I want you to make me
cum."
Click --- Click --- Click; again went the winding motor of Emily's
camera. She had captured the expressions of Jenna's face from a
variety of angles; head tilted back, leaning forward, staring at Kent
with lustful eyes, all with an expression of extreme pleasure. She
moved quickly to snap more consecutive shots of Jenna standing, facing
Kent, pulling up her skirt, and at least three shots of her panties
being dragged to the floor as Kent watched from his pseudo-relaxed
position.
She paused, putting the camera in her lap for a moment. She reached
under her butt and pulled out the towel she had placed underneath her,
using it to mop her brow. Without even realizing it, she was
perspiring and out-of-breath. She leaned down again, without the
camera, and peered out the small circle. She found herself watching
with a bizarre sense of anticipation as Jenna moved towards Kent. What
was happening here? She found herself actually becoming aroused with
what she was watching -- but how could that be?
Jenna moved towards Kent and paused, standing over him. He sat
sipping his drink, staring up at her. Slowly she leaned down and used
the tips of her fingers to trace his raging hard-on.
"You look like you enjoyed your little show," she groaned in
hoarse whispers.
"You mean it's obvious?" Kent asked. They both started laughing
out loud. Emily was ready and snapped at least two frames of this
lighter moment.
With a look of erotic determination, Jenna reached down and grabbed
the portion of the towel that was tucked in and began slowly pulling
upward. Kent looked down, watching, as the material released and she
lifted one flap into the air, tilting her head slightly as if peeking
to see something hidden beneath. He assisted; dragging the other flap
off his thigh and releasing it, letting it drop to the floor. They
both stared down at his throbbing, purple member as Jenna dropped the
section of his wrap that she was holding. Kent placed his drink on
the floor and leaned back against the end of the couch, looking up at
her.
Emily snapped consecutive shots. These would be important. They
showed clearly Jenna removing the towel, without Kent's assistance.
Kent laying on his back nude, with Jenna standing over him. Hard to
see any coercion in these shots, that much was sure. Emily paused,
lowering the camera, and noticed her heart beating as she looked at
Kent's nude, fully aroused form. She didn't like the feeling that
was overtaking her. She found herself actually wanting Jenna to take
the next step.
Without knowing, Jenna obliged Emily. She stood, looking at Kent,
first reaching around and lowering the zipper of her sundress, before
grabbing handfuls and pulling it upwards and over her head. She
paused, standing over Kent, bottomless, before reaching behind herself
and releasing the clasp to her bra. It fell to her crossed forearms
and she released it, letting it drift to the floor. She assumed a
seated position on the couch next to Kent, slowly running outlines of
his granite like cock with the edges of her fingers.
'Shit, Jenna, you're starting to block the view', Emily muttered
under her breath. Jenna's seated position, the movements of her arm,
prevented Emily from getting a clear shot.
The music that boomed from the living room stereo seemed to heighten
the surreal, erotic, atmosphere. Jenna increased the pressure of her
slow grazing movements, tracing Kent's swollen, helmet-like crown.
His hips surged slightly from the cushion as she teased the sensitive
head.
"Does that feel good lover?" she moaned. "Just tell me what you
want. Do you want me suck it…? Do you want me suck your cock?"
Kent reminded himself that this needed to be all Jenna's doing and
clasped his hands behind his head as he closed his eyes and took in
every sensation. Jenna sensed his need and gently traced her fingers
under his shaft, lifting him away from his pelvis, pointing him North,
while beginning a slow, teasing stroke.
"Perfect," Emily muttered again under her breath. Click - Click
- Click, again went the shutter as Emily captured more frames of Jenna
sitting next to Kent on the sofa, nude, pumping his cock as he leaned
back, hands behind is head, in a position of total submission.
Jenna smiled; rubbing her legs together, as Kent became wet under her
grip. His shaft was thick and hard, not as big as Dirk, but more than
enough to meet her satisfaction. She placed one hand on his
well-developed thigh, while the other started at his base, worked up
to the tip, then plummeting back down in successive, piston like
strokes. She watched as Kents eyes remained closed, his hips rising
and falling against the couch as he fucked her fist. She changed
hands so that she could begin to tease her own swollen clit at the
same time she continued pumping, faster and harder.
"Oh baby yes," were Kent's only mumbled words.
He wondered silently if Emily had enough captured on film to prove
that this was a consensual situation. He was sure she had and his
mind told him that he should halt things right now. After all, this
was only supposed to prove that point, nothing more. He opened his
eyes and started to speak, to tell Jenna in no uncertain terms to
release him, that this was finished, once and for all.
He opened his eyes and stared at Jenna, beautiful, nude, her nipples
clearly erect, sitting next to him on the couch. Almost, as if she
could sense he was about to stop her, Jenna increased the rhythm of
her vice like grip. Kent opened his mouth to speak, but nothing but a
moan surfaced. In his mind, he rationalized - he would let it
continue for just a while longer - just until he came, as right now he
needed to cum so badly. Then he would reveal Emily's presence and the
ruining effect it all had on Jenna's plans for blackmail.
"Ohhhhhhhhh…goooddddd… Jennnaaaa," was all Kent could mutter.
"Keep going baby, keep going."
Jenna looked down at him, smiling at his pleasure; one hand fisted
tightly around his engorged cock, pumping mercilessly, the other
buried deep between her legs as she brought herself closer and closer
to orgasm.
"I can't take this anymore," Jenna finally gasped standing from
her seated position and straddling her nude body across Kent's hips.
Kent looked up, realizing suddenly what was happening, but again found
himself unable to speak. His mind swam in confusion; a fog brought on
by being brought to the brink of orgasm only to be drawn back at the
last minute.
Emily literally shook off the moment from inside her closet-hiding
place. She sat, confused, aroused, and bewildered --- a momentary
lapse in knowing where she was or what was happening. Why wasn't
Kent stopping her? That was their agreement. They had talked through
all of this. Only take it far enough that the pictures could prove
that Kent never forced himself on Jenna. But more importantly, Emily
struggled with the wave of confusion, not able to answer to herself
why she didn't want Kent to stop, why she wanted to see the act
consummated. As if in a state, outside her body, somewhere else in
time and space, she looked back through the makeshift spy position and
watched with anticipation.
Jenna sat up on Kent, her thighs clasped tightly around her hips. She
paused for a moment, running her fingers tightly against the surface
of his muscular chest, grinding her wet pussy against his rigid cock.
Finally, with one palm resting for support, she used the other to
reach beneath her and position his throbbing cock at her entry point,
as she raised her weight above him.
"Jenna," he started to speak, "we can't," but never finished his
sentence.
She leaned back and felt him begin to enter her, filling her,
satisfying her aching desire. With him positioned inside, she leaned
forward slightly, placed her fingertips on his muscular abdominal
region, and began a slow rocking motion, riding more of his cock with
each rhythmical motion.
The feeling of Jenna using her body to swallow Kent's cock was
indescribable. His mind raced. He looked up from his lying position
and a panorama of images flashed through his mind. First he saw her,
as he did the first day, walking in front of his car, wiggling
outrageously, behaving like a forbidden Lolita. Next were the images
of her standing in front his desk, her crystal blue eyes forged with
his own, her body, so desirable, walking away from him as he would
steal glances of beautiful ass as left the classroom. Here and now,
her nude form, straddling him, the sensation of her hard, athletic
thighs wrapped tightly against his own, his cock being buried deeper
inside her with each seated thrust, a look of absolute fulfillment on
her sensuous mouth.
As he surfaced from his flashbacks, he realized his hips were arching
with hers. Her hands were searching for leverage against his chest,
less confidant now; more in a frenzied pattern of almost slaps against
his skin. She was losing herself. He was already lost in this
lustful embrace. Her moans were loud and filled the room as she
finally gasped something recognizable.
"Fuck me harder, Kent… Please… Fuck me as hard as you can," and
she began to pound against him, raising her body and weight, then
sitting ravenously down, burying all he had to offer deep inside her
throbbing pussy.
Lost in the moment, Kent grabbed her firm ass in his hands and used
his strong arms to command the rhythm, lifting her up, pulling her
close, driving her along his entire length. He felt the subtle hum of
a pending orgasm and the ever-so-slight increase in his girth as his
body responded to the passion.
"Oh…my…Godddd.," Jenna, groaned, as Kent took over, satisfying
her request to be fucked harder and deeper.
She reached down to run her fingers hard over her swollen sensitive
clit as she began to cum. She opened her eyes to grab one last glance
at his Adonis-like frame, the sensation of his cock running deep
inside her, and she began to almost cry out as the orgasms began. She
paused long enough to grab Kent's hands and place them on her
hardened, wanting nipples, holding them in place with her own hands.
She continued for several moments, her hands on top of his, as he
squeezed and kneaded her tits. Finally, she returned her one hand to
her swollen clit as she fucked him with all her might. Kent squeezed
her tits hard as she felt her pussy grip tightly around him, the tidal
wave of his own orgasm rushing forward. Their combined moans filled
the room, piercing the sound of their perspiring bodies slapping
together in the throes of unbridled passion.
As Jenna's orgasm peaked, her moans became both loud and intense, and
with a final few thrusts against his engorged member Kent felt himself
cumming inside her in a violent eruption. She sensed his orgasm,
which only intensified her own, as she continued to ride him, harder
and faster, feeling him surge again and again. She sat all the way
back, holding herself on top of him, feeling him shudder beneath her,
filling her, before finally collapsing to rest on his chest.
As the room emptied with the sound of Jenna's final pleasurable
murmurs, Kent was the first to hear the muffled moaning in the closet.
It happened only briefly, and at first, he felt lucky that only he had
heard it. Suddenly though, his heart pounded as Jenna slowly lifted
her head from his chest, looking in the direction of sliding glass
doors, then to Kent.
"What was that?" she asked, an obvious sound of concern in her
voice.
"What? I didn't hear anything." Kent felt his heart racing.
"From the closet," Jenna's only words as she stood quickly from
Kent, dragging the spread off the daybed and wrapping it around
herself to cover her nudity. Kent stood quickly and reached for his
towel, wrapping it around himself before trying to intercept Jenna.
"It was nothing. Come here… Give me another kiss. You were
incredible."
She swatted off his hands as she made her way towards the closet. The
commotion from inside was getting louder as she approached. She slid
the mirrored doors open quickly and one rolled into the wall with a
thud. Holding her bedspread in place with one hand, she began to slide
away the clothes that were hung strategically across the cardboard
partition. She reached in, grabbing the cutout circle and jerked the
cardboard out and behind her.
Emily looked up, an expression of absolute panic on her face, as she
worked furiously to try to pull her denim shorts and panties from the
floor. With the partition out of the way, and with more room to
maneuver, she was able to raise them quickly and button them. The
two girls stared at each other, both out of breath, Emily blushing
brighter than Kent had ever seen anybody blush, Jenna with an
animalistic look of fury on her face.
"What the FUCK IS GONG ON HERE?" Jenna screamed, first to Emily,
then to Kent. Neither responded. "What were you doing Emily? Never
mind. I know what you were doing! You were hiding in the closet
watching us have sex. Well, this takes it all. You can't get a sex
life of your own, so you have to take to watching mine from closets.
You're one sick bitch, you know that? I hope you got off!"
She turned to Kent and began to unleash into him.
"And You! You knew she was there! God, if I thought you were
mixed up before. Not even I could have predicted this! Well, let me
tell you. If you thought you were in trouble before. Now I've even
got some physical evidence to boost my case. You will pay for this
you son of a bitch!" and she turned, dropping the bedspread and
grabbing her clothes from the floor, starting to get dressed.
"I'm not giving you a cent, Jenna," Kent replied, a cold, solemn
stare on his face. He remembered quickly why she was here.
"No, Kent, let me tell her," Emily interrupted. "I know the
whole story Jenna. I saw it with my own eyes. I've always known you
would do something like go after Kent, even when you knew I liked him.
That much I could have predicted. But blackmail? Blackmail Jenna!"
"Hey, it was his idea to bring money into it. Besides, we
wouldn't have had any problems had your lover boy here not been
leading me on."
"Nobody was leading you on Jenna, and another thing. What I just
watched… no jury… no… let's be more specific, no Scholarship board
will believe you were raped and, from what I know about that
scholarship… they won't much appreciate their 'All American Tennis
Star' having affairs with her Math teacher. Not even your charms can
spin that story."
Jenna started to laugh. "Oh, you're too much, Emily. I can hear the
testimony now," and she changed her voice. "Yes, Mr. Scholarship
Board Member, I can tell you she wanted it, because I was hiding in
the closet masturbating as I saw the whole thing with my virginal
little eyes. Tell me Emily, who do think is going to believe that
story?"
"Well, you see Jenna, that's the best part. I won't have to say
anything," and she reached back into the closet, grabbing and holding
up her camera. "A picture is worth a thousand words. Maybe I'll even
win the Shutterbugs contest with this roll."
Both Kent and Emily watched as the recognition crossed Jenna's face.
She stood, angry and silent. Tears started to gather under her eyes.
She made one last glance at Kent, then to Emily. "Go to hell, both of
you," and she stormed out of the room.
Emily just stared at Kent, flinching slightly as they heard the front
door open and slam, followed by the starting of Jenna's car and
screeching of tires as she sped from the driveway. Kent moved over
and slid the mirrored door to the side and reached in for a robe. He
wrapped it around himself and tied it at the waist before returning to
Emily.
"I tried," he mumbled guiltily. "I tried to stop it."
Emily smiled a faint smile. "It's ok. Not even I could have stopped
that once it got started. Besides -- I got a bit carried away with it
myself," and she smiled an embarrassed smile.
Kent laughed and pulled her into a hug, holding her close. "Well,
it's over now. I don't think we'll be hearing anything more of this
from Jenna. That much I'm sure of. I owe it all to you, you know
that don't you?"
+++++
Chapter 10 - "Can We Just Be Friends?"
Kent pulled into the faculty parking lot the following Monday and
secured his car. He greeted several of the students as he made his
way to the office. Doris was in her usual spot and jumped from her
desk when she saw him enter.
"Good Morning Doris, and what a fine morning it is."
"Well, you're spry, this morning, Kent," Doris replied with a
giggle. "Here's your stuff," and she handed him a stack of mail and
other office correspondence. "Your star pupil has transferred out of
your class."
"Star pupil? Emily?" Kent felt his stomach clench.
"No. Jenna Slater's mother called in and demanded that her
daughter be reassigned to another teacher. She claims," and Doris
rolled her eyes, "that her precious little Jenna might jeopardize her
scholarship if she didn't get another math teacher. Something about
you two not being able to connect. I wouldn't worry about it.
Everybody knows her parents cater to that little girl."
"Oh well, can't win em all," Kent replied with a grin. "Thanks
Doris," holding up the stack. " I don't know what I would do without
you." He smiled inside as the older woman blushed.
Kent made his way to the classroom and began to unpack his satchel in
preparation of his first class. He chuckled to himself, thinking
about Jenna's explanation to her parents regarding why she wanted a
transfer. He thought they connected just fine, all things considered.
As he sat down at his desk, reviewing his lesson plans for the day, he
heard the door to the classroom open. Emily stepped in, then turned
to speak to somebody outside.
"No, just wait here. I'll be just a minute," she told the unseen
companion. "I just need to give these to Kent." She closed the door
behind her and turned to face him. His heart warmed seeing her. He
stood and took a seat on the edge of the desk.
"You look nice today," he commented, admiring her latest outfit.
"Thanks," she smiled in return. "I can't stay. I just stopped
to drop these off to you," and she held up a stack of papers bound in
a rubber band. "They're the latest batch of tests from the junior
Algebra class. All graded."
"Oh, great. That will be a time saver." He just stared into her
eyes, her beautiful eyes. She stared back, feeling their connection.
She thought to herself how amazing it was. She had only known this
man a matter of weeks; yet, they had shared so much… been through so
much together.
"Listen," Kent continued. "Ethan is gone again tonight. I was
wondering… if you… might want to come over and work on some lesson
plans." He grinned.
Emily felt herself blushing and looked away, then back to Kent.
"Honestly, I would love to… but, I don't think that's such a good
idea, do you?"
Kent smiled and nodded reluctantly, realizing Emily was right. "No, I
guess not, but then again, I'm not world famous for my good ideas, now
am I?" She laughed.
"Believe me Kent, really… I would love to. But getting involved
with something like that on an ongoing basis… would likely cost us our
friendship in the long run. I wouldn't trade the experiences we've
shared for anything and am so happy you've played the important part
in my life that you have… and we both know what I'm talking about."
Kent smiled an enthusiastic smile. "But right now, you're the most
special friend in the world to me and I don't want anything to
jeopardize that. Do you understand?"
"I do, and you're right." He paused. "But where do you get off
being the wise one? I'm the teacher and you're the student,
remember?"
"Oh, you're the teacher alright. And what a teacher you are."
They both laughed.
"Well listen," Kent remarked looking at his watch. "I've got a
half hour or so before class. What do you say we grab a soda?
Friends can grab sodas together, can't they?"
"Yes, friends can definitely do that, but I'm afraid I already
have a date," and she shrugged.
Kent felt a tinge of jealousy, but quickly recovered. "A date huh? A
new boyfriend?"
"No, just a friend… for now," she smiled a coy smile.
Just then the door opened and Kent looked over to see Dirk poking his
head in. "Hey Mr. D., what's happening? Emily, you about ready?"
"Hey Dirk," Kent replied, smiling to himself.
"Yeah, I'm ready," Emily responded. "So I'll see you later
then?" she asked Kent, making her way towards the door.
"Yes, I'll see you later," Kent replied.
The door closed and Emily disappeared. Kent moved to his desk and sat
down. He stared out the window at the bustling students making their
way through the halls. He reached down and started sorting through
his mail and came across an inconspicuous envelope with his name hand
written across the front. He tore through it and unfolded the single
sheet of paper.
"Dear Mr. Darian,
I wanted to take a moment and thank you for stepping in and handling
my classes during this time of personal crisis. I have received word
from other members of the faculty that you are adapting well, have
received acceptance from the students, and have successfully minimized
the disruption to the curriculum caused by my unforeseen departure.
Please accept my thanks and congratulations on a job well done. Your
hard work and commitment is very much appreciated. Hopefully you have
found this assignment enjoyable and personally rewarding.
Sincerely yours,
Ted Sullivan"
Kent folded the letter and placed it back in the envelope, smiling and
talking out loud to himself. "Well Ted, I won't say it's been what I
expected, but I would be a liar if I said it hasn't had its moments."
The End
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