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True To Life
by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

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A coming of age story with teacher - student overtones. 
(F/mm-teens, ped, school, 1st)

***

Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both 
appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also 
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it easier 
for me to get your reaction. One thing I do ask is that 
you now include your first name and age in your 
comments. It gives me a better idea who my audience is. 
Thanks and enjoy the story.

Friday afternoon couldn't have come too soon for the 
students of Peterson High School. It was the first week 
of June and they had less than two weeks to go until 
graduation. For Michael Rossi and Bobby Williams, it 
meant that in ten short days they would finish their 
years at Peterson and move onto bigger and better 
things. In Bobby's case it was a football scholarship 
at State, and for Mike Rossi a chance to study 
Industrial Arts at Brookfield U.

"I thought that English Lit class would never end." 
Bobby said as they headed for the bus stop on the 
corner. "I just can't seem to understand Hamlet, they 
speak so funny. You never know what they're talking 
about."

"Well you better figure it out real quick." Mike said 
to his longtime pal. "Cause Old Man Winters is a bug on 
Shakespeare, and Hamlet is supposed to be his favorite. 
You know he's going to put it on the final."

"Shit," Bobby groaned. "I'm screwed then. I even got 
those Monarch Notes, but they still didn't help."

"Tell you what," Mike said as he suddenly stopped. "How 
bout you take my story notes home over the weekend. 
Read then tomorrow and I'll come over Sunday and go 
over with them with you." "That'd be great." Bob said, 
the relief in his voice evident. "What am I ever going 
to do without you when I get to State."

"Properly fail," Mike joked. "But by then you'll be 
someone else's problem." The larger boy joined in the 
laughter and slapped Mike on the back. They had been 
friends since the ninth grade. Even back then, Bobby 
had been a jock. Mike on the other hand had been a 
skinny, pale little kid who more than earned the title 
nerd. He was the kind of kid that always seem to get 
beat up by the bigger guys. That was until the day 
Bobby Williams had come across a Junior about to 
deposit Mikey in a waste bin after he had spilled milk 
on his jacket. 

Bobby didn't know Mike from Adam, but he'd had a little 
brother who used to get picked on by the bigger kids. 
In fact, since Bobby was left back in the fifth grade, 
he was eighteen months older than the rest of his 
class. That made his little brother Steve only six 
months younger than Mike. From that point on, the two 
had formed an unlikely friendship. Mike had spent many 
a night tutoring Bobby in one subject or other. Bob in 
turn had helped his younger friend branch out in other 
areas that he normally wouldn't have approached. True, 
he wasn't about to try out for the football team, but 
he had long ago shed his nerd image. At least in 
appearance. 

Rummaging through his knapsack, Mike finally came up 
with a small red binder and handed it to Bobby.

"Try not to drool on it when you eat." He said as his 
friend dropped the binder in his own carry case. "I 
realize that I'm asking a lot, but I do try to take 
care of my study notes."

"Funny, Rossi, real funny." Came Bobby's reply. "There 
are times I wonder why I kept them from putting you out 
with the trash." Mike didn't seem to hear the comeback. 
His attention seemed to be concentrated on his knapsack 
as he sorted through it's contents looking for 
something. A worried look flashed across his face as he 
began to shift through the books and binders a second 
time. 

"Lose something? Bobby inquired. "My sketchbook," Mike 
replied as he looked a third time. "It's not here!" 

"You sure?" 

"Of course I'm sure," He answered, a tense anxiousness 
in his voice. "I've looked three times!" Michael's 
great love was drawing, and his sketchbook was his 
pride. Not that he ever showed it to anyone. Sure once 
and a while he would produce a portrait for someone 
after he had ripped it from the book, but no one ever 
saw the book itself. "Hey don't worry about it, it's 
just a book. I'll bet it's sitting in your locker or 
under your desk in one class or another." Bobby said as 
he glanced at his watch and saw that the bus would be 
there in a few minutes. "Don't worry about it, you'll 
get it Monday."

The hard angry look he suddenly got from his friend 
told him he had said exactly the wrong thing. It was as 
if after causing a loosing fumble, Mike had told him 
football was only a game. "Ok, I'm a thick headed jock 
and don't know anything about art." Bobby apologized. 
"I know you're going to go back and look for it, do you 
want me to go back with you?"

"Nah, I don't want you to be late for your job at 
McDonalds." Mike said, accepting the apology. "You 
might need those job skills some day." "It's a good 
thing you're such a hot shot artist, cause as a 
comedian you'd make a great waiter." 

"There's the bus, get going!" Mike said as he pointed 
out the gray bus rounding the corner. "Ok, ok." Mike 
said as he grabbed his bag and started to head for the 
stop.

"One of these days, I really want to see what's in that 
book." He said after he had gone a few stops. "My 
moneys on a dozen or so nudes of Jenny Greene!" Bobby 
added, making reference to the girl who was without 
question, the hottest babe in school.

From the sudden blank look he saw on his friend's face 
before he turned to run the last twenty feet, Bobby got 
the impression he hadn't been far off.

After checking his locker and coming up empty, Mike 
began to reverse his steps for his last few periods. 
The book had been in his bag during his lunch. He'd 
done a quick sketch of Timmy Butler playing his sax in 
the lunchroom. Mike clearly remembered putting it away 
after that. Having no luck in the rooms used for 
English Literature and Health Science, the brown haired 
youth headed for the second floor and American History. 
Since entering the school, Mike had only passed one 
other person in the halls. The dismissal bell on a 
Friday afternoon was like the starting gun at the 
races. Even the Teachers were usually gone by 3:10. 
With luck, he would find the book fast and make the 
3:35 bus.

Quickly moving to his desk in the back of the 
classroom, Mike lifted the desktop, only to find it 
held only a few papers and a spare pencil. He was sure, 
it had to have been here. The only other possibility 
was Music Appreciation, but they'd listened to a 
concert tape today and he hadn't even opened his bag in 
that class. Could someone have taken the book out of 
his bag somewhere else.

"Did you lose something?" Asked a voice from the front 
of the room.

Mike whirled around to find himself faced by Mrs. Koda, 
his history teacher. Normally, Mike loved sitting in 
the back of the room and watching Mrs. Koda teach. It 
wasn't that he had such an interest in history, it was 
that he loved watching her walk around the room. 

Arlene Koda was as far from the stereotype school 
teacher image as you could get. Standing 5'6", she had 
long curly red hair that reached down to below her 
shoulders. Bright emerald green eyes lit up her face 
and she had a body that not even Jenny Greene could 
match. As on most days, she was dressed rather 
conservatively, a plain white blouse and blue skirt. 
Yet even these plain clothes couldn't hid the woman 
beneath. 

Only in her early thirties, Mike had heard someone once 
say that she had come in second runner up in some 
statewide beauty contest back when she was in college. 
If she had come in third, Mike couldn't imagine what 
number one and two could've looked like.   "Is 
something wrong Mr. Rossi?" He heard her ask.

Mike suddenly realized that he'd been standing there 
for over ten seconds without saying a word. 

"Er....no," He stuttered. "I...er....forgot my sketch 
book somewhere and ....thought I might have left ...it 
in class."

"Oh, then this must be yours." Arlene said as she 
pulled open one of her desk draws and pulled out a 
thick black bound book. "I found it on the floor in the 
back of the room when I was cleaning up earlier."

Michael went pale as she lifted the book up and flipped 
it open to a page near the front. A cold sweat suddenly 
ran down his back as she turned a few pages.

"I only took a quick look before to see if there was a 
name in it." Arlene said as she turned another page. "I 
didn't see one, so I just put it away. By Monday, I 
figured, someone would've come looking for it."

Michael's heart was racing as he slowly walked to the 
front of the room. Each time she turned another page, 
his heart felt like it skipped a beat. 

"Oh God," The 17yr old pleaded in a silent prayer. 
"Please let her stop."

"This is really excellent work. I have to say I'm 
impressed." Arlene continued as she admired one 
particular drawing. "I can see why you'd be worried 
that you lost this book." "Yeh," Mike replied, trying 
so very hard to be cool as he reached out for the book. 
"In fact, I'm surprised you haven't submitted any of 
this work to the Peterson Quarterly or the Yearbook. 
I'm the faculty advisor for both you know." She went on 
as she flipped a dozen or so more pages, scanning the 
last half of his work. "In fact I.........."

Her voice suddenly fell silent as she flipped back to a 
page she had just flew past. From the look on her face, 
Mike knew he was busted. He suddenly felt dizzy and was 
afraid he was about to faint. "Oh my........" He dimly 
heard Mrs. Koda say as she turned a few more pages. She 
paused for a second, a look of disbelief on her face. 
Then she turned another page. "Oh my Lord!" She 
exclaimed, this time much louder.

With that, Michael did faint.

***

Michael's first sensation of consciousness was the 
smell of flowers. Even before he opened his eyes, the 
sweet scent filled his nostrils. When his eyes did 
open, they quickly focused on the soft full breasts 
pressing against the white blouse of the woman leaning 
over him. He was laying on a couch in a large room he 
recognized as the Teacher's Lounge. 

"I'm glad to see you're back with us, Mr. Rossi." Mrs. 
Koda said when she noticed his open eyes. "I was 
beginning to wonder if I was wrong in not calling the 
paramedics."

"No,...I'm ok....." Mike mumbled as he shook his head 
to clear it. 

As he sat up he saw the thick black book sitting on the 
coffee table. In a cold numbing clarity, he remembered 
what had happened. Hesitantly, he sat up and tried to 
think of something to say. "I'm really sorry about all 
this....." He said. "I should think so," Mrs. Koda 
replied. "I really can't even express how shocked I am 
by the drawings in that book. Or how surprised I am 
that a young man of your scholastic ability could have 
created them." 

With that she flipped open the book and turned to the 
offending pages. Spread out across ten sheets were a 
dozen or more sketches of a man and woman engaged in 
various sexual acts. Some of the figures were generic, 
but more often than not, the male figure was Michael 
himself. Arlene turned past the assorted drawings, 
stopping at a closeup of a woman performing fellatio. 
She could've been mistaken about the other depictions, 
but there was no doubt that the likeness in the closeup 
was her own. 

"These drawings are enough to get you expelled, you 
know that, don't you?" She asked Michael.

Michael merely nodded, too stunned at the idea to say 
anything.

"And that, I think would be a real shame. I'd hate to 
be the cause of your loosing your scholarship."

Michael's eyes followed the Teacher across the room, 
for once his attention riveted on her words instead of 
the sway of her ass. She still had the book in her 
hands, glancing down at his creations as she spoke.

"But I do have a responsibility as a Teacher in this 
school to maintain discipline and order. I just can't 
let an incident like this go unacknowledged." A dozen 
possible repercussions of his stupidity flashed through 
Michael's mind. His parent's reaction if he were 
expelled, the loss of his chance to go to Brookfield. 
In half of them, he saw himself needed those job skills 
he jokingly suggested Bob might need. 

"It would be different if these were just simple 
nudes." Arlene continued. "I could just dismiss them as 
art with a poor choice of subject. Yet as hard as I 
try, I can't classify drawings like these as anything 
but pornographic." "I don't have to worry about getting 
a job at the McDonald's" Michael thought as he saw his 
future flush down a toilet. "My father is simply going 
to kill me and be done with it. How is he going to 
explain to his friends and business associates that his 
son got kicked out of school for drawing porno pictures 
of one of his Teachers." "Still, a decision that will 
have such a strong effect on your future shouldn't be 
made in haste." Michael heard Mrs. Koda say, snapping 
his attention back to her. "And since if anyone is the 
offended party in this matter, it's myself, or am I 
wrong in concluding that I'm the subject of these 
images?" Michael shook his head no. 

"Well then, as the offended party it's up to me to 
decide what action should be taken," She concluded. 
"I've decided to sleep on it over the weekend and come 
to a decision by Monday." With a loud bang, she slammed 
the book shut. 

"You may go." She said. "I'll see you Monday morning."

Michael was on his feet in a flash and headed for the 
door, his hands still shaking. He was about to 
disappear down the hall when Mrs. Koda called after him 
with a final question.

"Can I assume that no one else has seen the contents of 
this book? She asked. "No, Ma'am. I mean, Yes, Ma'am. 
No one ever sees that book but me." He answered 
quickly. "Good, very good!" Arlene said, a smile on her 
face.

With that, Michael turned and ran down the stairs and 
out of the building as fast as he could. 

***

Michael slept very little Friday night and was listless 
all day Saturday. He felt like a condemned convict, 
waiting for the ax to fall. Better if Mrs. Koda had 
simply decided yesterday, at least he wouldn't have to 
suffer through this terrible waiting. Then he reminded 
himself that as long as she hadn't rendered her 
decision, there was still a chance he could find a way 
out of this mess. It had barely been twenty-four hours 
and he was already a nervous wreck. What would he be 
like by Monday morning? All afternoon he ran errands, 
trying to keep his mind off the impending decision. His 
Mother had commented on his sudden moodiness, but his 
father had told her not to worry about it. The boy 
probably has a girl on his mind. Little did his father 
know how true that was.

Getting home about 6:30, Michael sat down to a late 
supper with his family. He wasn't really hungry, but 
skipping it would cause too many questions. He wasn't 
really paying any attention to the table talk until his 
Mother remarked that one of his teachers had called 
today.

"One of my teachers called?" Michael asked as his eyes 
lit up. "Which one?"

"Well I didn't take the call, Cindy did." His Mother 
replied. 

"Who called?" He asked his little sister. "Mrs. Kodak 
or something like that" She replied, still stuffing her 
face with stuffing. "Koda?" Mike asked.

"Yeh, that was it." The twelve year old said. "She said 
something about some book she found in school that 
belonged to you."

"What exactly did she say/" Michael questioned his 
sister, his face turning cold and pale. "Just that she 
found some book of yours and that if you wanted to pick 
it up you could stop over her house and get it."

"Anything else?"

"Just that her husband and her were going out at 07:30 
and it would have to be before then."

"07:30!" Michael exclaimed as he looked up at the 
kitchen clock, it was already 5 after. "Why didn't you 
tell me before?"

"So I forgot," Cindy replied. "Big deal, you'll get it 
tomorrow. I left the address over on the bulletin 
board."

Michael jumped up from the table and quickly found the 
note pinned to the corkboard. It was an address in the 
Pinedale section. That was at least a twenty minute 
drive.

"Dad, can I borrow the car?" He asked his father as he 
reached for the spare keys in the hook below the board. 
"I might still be able to catch them."

"I can't see whats all so important that you need to 
rush over there?" His father said as he too noted the 
time.

"Its my sketch book..." Michael began to say.

"No wonder you've been so depressed." His Mother 
interrupted. "John...." She said as she turned to her 
husband.

"All right, " John Rossi gave in. "But I don't want you 
speeding over there. I know that book is important to 
you but it's not worth getting into an accident for."

"Thanks Dad!" Michael exclaimed as he bolted out the 
kitchen door. 

***

Michael's heart dropped a little more as he watched the 
dashboard clock click off each new minute. He'd been 
stuck in this traffic jam on Main St for nearly a half 
hour and the bright green digits now read 08:05. By 
now, Mr. and Mrs. Koda were long gone, and with them 
any chance of his retrieving his sketch book and his 
future. By tomorrow she might've had a change of heart. 
Maybe she would mention it to her husband and he would 
be so outraged that he would demand she take some 
punitive action against the offender. Either way it 
meant another sleepless night. By 08:15 he had cleared 
the traffic and was now only 5 minutes from the Koda 
house. He decided to still head there and at least 
leave an apologetic note. Maybe that would help. 
Stopping to use a pay phone, he told his Mom that he 
had been delayed by the traffic and that he was going 
to take the car over to Bob's house if that was ok with 
Dad. 6 minutes later he was pulling up in front of the 
Koda house.

The house was big, twice the size of the one Michael 
had grown up in. A carefully kept lawn and an endless 
row of flowers showed the work of professional 
landscapers. Thinking of all the hot Saturday 
afternoons he had spent with a mower, Michael felt a 
tinge of envy of someone who could afford to pay to 
have that done for them. A car was parked in front of a 
two car garage, a new 95 Lexus. Michael wondered how a 
teacher could afford a house like this, then he 
remembered someone once saying that she was married to 
some kind of surgeon.

"Great, nice to know her husband has easy access to 
sharp knives." Michael said as he walked up the 
pathway.

Michael had reached the large front door when he 
suddenly realized that he didn't have anything to write 
a note on . Searching his pockets, he could only come 
up with a dry cleaning receipt. A message scribbled on 
the back of that wouldn't exactly leave the type of 
impression he wanted. From the street, he had noticed a 
few lights on throughout the house. It could just be 
part of an alarm system, but if he was really lucky, 
maybe they had a maid or someone at home he could let 
know he had stopped by. 

Brushing back his hair and straightening his clothes, 
Michael rang the bell. A few minutes passed and there 
was no response. He tried it again and was about to 
give it up and head home when he heard footsteps 
approaching the door.

The door swung open and Michael was rendered 
speechless. The woman standing there bore only a 
superficial resemblance to the teacher he knew. The 
long red hair that was normally pinned back and hidden 
had been styled into a intricate design. Normally she 
wore a very subdued pink lipstick, now it was bright 
red. As red as her lips was the cocktail dress she 
wore, the plunging neckline of which gave him a 
delightful view of the breasts he had so fantasized 
about. In fact, so taken was he by just the sight of 
those soft, white globes, he didn't immediately notice 
the imprint of her nipples against the thin material of 
the dress. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a 
bra. "Mrs. Koda?" Michael finally stammered out.

"Michael," She answered somewhat embarished. "I didn't 
really expect you this late." "I'm sorry," He said. "I 
didn't the message until very late, then I got stuck in 
traffic. I was just going to leave a note then I 
realized that I didn't have anything to write on."

"Very well, as long as you are here, you might as well 
come in." She said in a voice that said this hadn't 
been her first disappointment of the evening.

"You have a beautiful house." He said as he walked from 
the foyer into a large living room. Everything about 
the house said money. "Thank you, but I had nothing to 
do it." She replied as she walked over to a desk on the 
far side of the room. "My husband had it decorated by 
professionals, and its cleaned by a maid. Its just 
another trophy to his success."

Immediately, Michael knew he had hit on a sore point 
right out of the box. Not a good thing to do with 
someone who help your fate in her hands. A large 11 x 
14 photo on the wall caught Michael's attention. It was 
of the finalists in a beauty pageant The stories had 
been true. The third runner up was obviously a younger 
Arlene Koda. To Michael, she had it all over the winner 
and runner-up. What could have those judges been 
thinking?

"That's another one of my husband's trophy." Arlene 
said from behind him. "Miss Mayfield County - 1983."

Michael did understand at first, then he realized that 
she was referring to herself as the trophy, not the 
photograph. 

"You were beautiful." Michael observed, then added a 
few seconds later. "I mean not that I don't think 
you're still beautiful now...I mean..." "That's ok," 
She said as she turned and headed to a large chair and 
sat down. "I'll take it as the compliment it was 
intended to be." Michael flushed, it seemed everytime 
he opened his mouth he put his foot into it. I was 
having a drink," She said as she filled up a glass that 
was resting in the end table next to the chair. "Would 
you like one?"

"Err sure...." Michael said as he walked over and took 
a seat on the couch on the other side of the end table.

"I guess you're a little surprised at seeing me like 
this." She said as she handle him a glass of wine. "My 
life at school is very different from the life I live 
at home. Its almost like I become a different person 
when I walk through those school doors." 

Sitting this close to her, Michael quickly realized 
that the drink she had just poured was far from her 
first this evening. 

"At home I'm just supposed to be the beautiful wife of 
Doctor Alan Fitzgerald, one more monument to his 
achievements. I really don't have to do anything but 
supervise the maid and other servants and look good for 
guests." "I thought your name was Koda, " Michael 
interrupted. "but you said your husband's name is 
Fitzgerald."

"Koda was my maiden name, I decided to keep it as far 
as my teaching credentials went." She answered. "I was 
a teacher before I was a wife, it was something I 
wasn't going to let just slip away. He wasn't too happy 
about that, let me tell you."

This was getting all too deep for Michael. Why did she 
suddenly feel the need to unload her problems on him. 
Don't all these rich people have psychiatrists to help 
them with their problems. He wished she would just give 
him back his book and he could get out of here.

"But that's all going to change now, I won't be 
teaching after the end of this year." She said. 
Suddenly she again had Michael's attention. "A few of 
Alan's colleagues suggested to him the other day that 
it was inappropriate for the wife of the new head of 
surgery at Saint Mathews to be wasting her time 
teaching. There were far too many important social 
activities that went with his new position that she 
should be attending to. So just like that, my teaching 
career is history." "Couldn't you have worked out some 
sort of compromise?" Michael asked, surprised that he 
was actually interested.

"You don't compromise with Dr. Alan Fitzgerald III." 
Arlene answered sarcastically. "He commands and like 
the word from on high the little people scurry to 
obey."

"Position is everything to him," She continued. "I once 
asked him for a divorce since it was obvious that he 
never really loved me. He only said that it wouldn't 
look good and it was out of the question." 

Michael listened and watched in amazement as she 
finished her drink and poured another. She was obvious 
now feeling the effects of the alcohol. "You know, I 
could deal with it if he was screwing one of his 
nurses. That I could fight against." She said 
unexpectedly. "But his only mistress is his fame."

Michael almost dropped his drink upon hearing her 
remark. Never could he have imagined his teacher using 
the word 'screw'. "But I'm really wasting your time 
with all this, aren't I" She said as she put down the 
glass, now half empty. "What you came here for was your 
sketch book, not to listen to my problems." With that 
she produced the book from alongside the arm of the 
chair. It was obvious that she must've been looking at 
it prior to his arrival. "I guess I was a little hard 
on you over this yesterday. Sometimes I get a little 
too wrapped up in my 'teacher mode'." She said as she 
flipped through the pages.

"Well I guess maybe I deserved some of it." 

Michael said, trying to sound contrite. "I made much 
too much of it all." She said as she once again scanned 
the offending pages. "If anything, maybe I should've 
been flattered by it." Michael couldn't believe what he 
was hearing but he wasn't about to contradict her. Not 
at least until he had the book and was out of here. "I 
think it's been a long time since anyone's though of me 
like this." She said as she looked down at drawings of 
her engaged in various sexual activities.

Michael opened his mouth to say something, then decided 
that silence was really golden. Better to just let her 
go on, since she showed no indication of stopping 
anyway.

"I have to say though, with the only view of me you 
ever saw being that of the schoolteacher, you did a 
really great job with these sketches." Her reference to 
her school outfits made the youth suddenly realize that 
he had been staring at her breasts all the time they'd 
been sitting there. Luckily she hadn't seem to notice. 
"Of course my nipples are much bigger in real life." 
She said so casually that Mike did a double take. "And 
I don't have a bush like that. I keep it nice and trim. 
But of course you had no way of knowing that."

"Err, maybe I should leave before your husband gets 
back." Michael suggested, hoping she would take the 
suggestion and let him leave with the book.

"Oh don't worry about him," She said, dismissing the 
idea with a wave of her hand. "He's attending a dinner 
in his honor at the club. That's where I'm supposed to 
be by the way. But after the fight we had before 
leaving, the one where he put his pronouncement on the 
end of my teaching career. He decided that I could stay 
home. I can see him there now, telling people that I 
had to stay home with a headache."

"One thing I am curious about." She said, "And I really 
like to satisfy my curiosity about it before you 
leave."

"Sure anything." Michael replied quickly, his hopes 
rising when she mentioned his leaving. "I've noticed 
that in all the drawings, you've depicted yourself as 
rather well endowed." She said. "And I'm curious as to 
whether that's a true to life depiction or just wishful 
thinking." "What? Michael asked. "You want to know if I 
really look like that naked?"

"Yes, exactly right!" She said with a smile. "Well, 
yeh, that's what I look like. I only make something up 
in my drawing if I don't know what it really looks 
like." He said, hopeful that would satisfy her and he 
would be out of here with his book in a few minutes. 
With all the trouble that book had caused him, he was 
now thinking of burning it.

"Please don't take offense," Arlene said. "But its been 
my experience that young men tend to exaggerate in this 
area. I afraid I'm going to have to have more concrete 
proof than just your say so." "Like what?"

"Well they say seeing is believing." The Teacher 
replied.

"You want me to drop my pants and show you?" Michael 
asked. This was getting really weird. "That would 
definitely answer the question." she replied. "And 
after that the book is yours." "I don't know...." 
Michael said, he had a funny feeling about this.

"Oh come on," She said, and then added in a whisper 
tone. "I promise not to tell anyone if it turns out to 
be really small if that what you're worried about."

That did it. Michael knew he had drawn himself true to 
life and if he didn't do it now she would think it was 
because he really was small. Standing up he quickly 
undid his belt and pulled down his pants. A moment 
later his underwear followed.

He felt pretty funny standing there half naked in front 
of one of his teachers - his cock hanging in the wind 
so to speak. Mrs. Koda seemed to be studying his organ 
with great interest. Finally she spoke.

"I don't know, it seems to be somewhat smaller than the 
sketches." She noted. "But then again it is only semi-
erect and you've drawn it in the throngs of passion."

"Jeez," Michael thought, "What am I going to have to do 
now, jerk it off until it's hard." No sooner had that 
thought appeared in Michael head when Arlene reached 
out with her long manicured fingers and began to do 
just that. Michael was dumbfounded. The salty language 
had been one thing, but he couldn't believe that his 
teacher was masturbating him.

Totally excited by her touch, it didn't take more than 
a half dozen stokes for Michael to reach his full 
hardness. Mrs. Koda stopped and looked at his boyhood 
tool with a look of satisfaction. "Well I guess you 
were telling the truth after all." She said. "It is as 
big as you've drawn it." "Great," Michael thought 
triumphantly.

"Now I'm out if here!"

"Of course, now what kind of hostess would I be if I 
let you go out in such a state, all agitated like 
that." Arlene remarked as she took a long close look at 
his stiff dick. "You might attack the first young girl 
you see out of uncontrollable lust!" "What is she 
talking about?" Michael thought as he looked down at 
her. "I guess I'll just have to do something about it 
myself." She concluded.

Before the impact of what she said could even register, 
Arlene leaned forward and took his hard cock into her 
mouth. 

"Oh Shit!" Michael exclaimed as he felt the warm 
softness engulf his cock. This had to be a dream, any 
second he would wake up and find himself in his own 
bed.

That thought lasted only a few seconds as his mind 
turned to the ripples of delight produced by his 
Teacher's skillful tongue. If anything, his cock had 
grown even harder as he looked down and watched those 
soft red lips he had seen day after day in class now 
slide up and down his manhood. Michael quickly 
dismissed any thought of trying to stop Arlene. A few 
minutes before, he had felt guilty about not walking 
out when she had asked to see his cock, then even 
guiltier when she had jerked him off. It was, he told 
himself, the result of her having had too much to 
drink. But now, with the woman he had fantasized about 
all year on her knees in front of him, Michael couldn't 
think of anything except how good her mouth felt. 
Arlene was a born cocksucker. With a skill that could 
only have come from years of practice, she took 
Michael's seven inches deep into her throat. Michael 
had only had three blowjobs before, one from Carol 
Myers and two from Cynthia Rodriguez. None of those had 
felt like this. The wetness of Ar
lene's mouth seemed to engulf his entire being. Her 
tongue was everywhere at once. Licking up under the 
crown, tickling the sensitive area beneath his balls, 
massaging the sides of his cock as she took him all the 
way into her throat.

"Oh Mrs. Koda...." He moaned.

Michael placed his hands against the back of Arlene's 
head and began to thrust his cock into her mouth. He 
had never done this before but it seemed to excite Mrs. 
Koda. The pressure on his cock grew and grew until he 
knew it would only be a minute or two before he 
exploded. He wondered if she would let him come in her 
mouth, something he had always dreamed of. Or would she 
pull away at the last moment.

Michael needn't have worried, Arlene had no intention 
of letting even a drop of her prize spill to the floor. 
She continued to hold his balls with her free hand, 
delaying his climax. She could feel the fire building 
inside him, it felt so good. It had been years since 
she had really sucked a cock, her husband viewed it as 
sometime only the lower classes did. 

Finally she released her grip and Arlene felt the first 
drops of hot cum splatter against the back of her 
mouth. Furiously pumping his cock with her hand, she 
opened wider and swallowed as much of her student as 
she could. The salty white fluid filled her as she 
closed her eyes and savored the tangy taste. Memories 
of years past when she had a dozen different lovers 
flashed through her mind, and the different taste each 
had . Of course that was before she'd become Mrs. 
Doctor Perfect. Words couldn't describe the ecstasy 
Michael felt as his seed burst from his cock and 
disappeared into Mrs. Koda's mouth. His legs felt weak, 
his heart raced and a cold film of sweat covered his 
body. Never in his young life had he had an orgasm this 
intense.

It seemed like it would never end as he erupted a third 
and then a fourth time. The last burst as powerful as 
the first. Finally the fifth spurt signaled the end as 
Arlene slowed the motion of her head and gently began 
to lick the length of his cock clean. 

She took a final lick of his now softening cock and let 
it slip from her mouth. She looked up at him, a very 
satisfied smile on her face. Michael smiled back, 
unsure what to do next. He felt incredibly awkward. 
What do you say to a married woman who had just given 
you the most incredible blowjob of your life.

"Did you enjoy that?" Arlene said as she stood up.

"Oh yes." Michael said as she reached her full height.

"Good." She purred like a cat who had just finished a 
saucer of milk.

Arlene then pressed her lips against Michael's, giving 
him a passionate kiss. The taste of his juices was 
still on her lips and when she reached into his mouth 
with her tongue, he sampled an even larger measure. 
Once, in a moment of boyish curiosity, he had tasted 
his cum after masturbating - he had hated it. Yet now, 
he found it highly erotic. Stepping back from Michael, 
Arlene took another drink from her glass. She seemed to 
ignore Michael now, and he figured it was time to go. 
It was likely that she might regret her actions after a 
while and he'd rather be long gone when she did. "I 
supposed that this is going to lead to another set of 
drawings." She suddenly said. "No M'am." Michael 
quickly answered. "Oh?" She replied, a look of 
disappointment on her face. "You've grown tired of me 
already?" No, of course not!"

"Good, so you will draw me again?" "If it makes you 
happy." Michael said, torn between a desire to make her 
happy and get his ass out of there.

"Well in that case, I should make sure that you draw me 
as I really am!" Arlene said as she put the now empty 
glass down.

As Michael watched, she reached up behind her neck and 
undid the clasp of her cocktail dress. In a flourish of 
red, the material fell to the floor, displaying an 
impressive set of breasts.

Like she had stated earlier, her nipples were indeed 
very large, sitting atop wide pink crowns. The size of 
her breasts also surprised Michael. Buried beneath the 
conservative blouses she usually wore to school, they 
were in fact an impressive 36D. Even Jenny Greene was 
only a 34C. "You can take a closer look if you like." 
Arlene said as she smiled and ran her fingers across 
her tits. "Touch them if you want. In fact, I wouldn't 
even mind if you wanted to kiss them."

That did it for Michael. Whatever tomorrow brought, 
tonight he was going to go for everything he could. He 
no longer cared if it was the alcohol or that Mrs. Koda 
was just incredible horny. All that mattered was that 
she obviously wanted him as much as he wanted her. He 
could already feel his cock springing back to life.

Michael cupped both breasts and moved his mouth to the 
closest nipple. He heard Arlene sigh as he took it into 
his mouth and began to gently suck it. If it was one 
thing he had learned from dating Cindy, it was how to 
suck a woman's breasts. She used to have him do it for 
the longest time. His tongue traced the outline of her 
aureole as his fingers massaged her other breast. He 
could feel the nipple growing harder in his mouth as he 
covered it with his warm saliva. He eased Arlene onto 
the couch and began to kiss and lick his way across her 
chest until he came to her other nipple where he 
repeated his performance. Arlene just laid back and 
closed her eyes, a happy smile beaming across her face. 
"Mmmm..soft is nice." She murmured. "But I also like it 
hard. I want you to fuck me...I want you to fuck me 
hard!" "Hard?" Michael repeated.

"Yes, I can see it in your drawing that's what you want 
too." She continued as he again took a breast in each 
hand and massaged them. "I want you to fuck me like I 
was a cheap slut. Like I was a common whore!"

Michael could see the excitement in her face when she 
asked to be fucked like a tramp. He'd heard of women 
who wanted to be taken as part of a fantasy but never 
thought Mrs. Koda would be the type. Deep down it was 
his most secret fantasy also, that was what his 
sketches had all been about. But up to this moment it 
had all been just that -fantasy. "I've watched you and 
all the other boys in my class getting hard in school." 
She went on. "I know you all went home and jerked off, 
thinking what it would be like to sleep with me. Now's 
your chance, now's your chance to fuck me! Take me as 
rough as you want!"

Now totally controlled by the lust which had manifested 
itself in his fantasy drawing, Michael wasted no time 
in fulfilling Mrs. Koda's request. Lifting her off the 
couch, He eased her onto the carpeted floor and 
positioned her on all fours. Taking a position behind 
her, Michael stroked his hard cock as he rubbed his 
cockhead against Arlene's wet hole. As he rubbed his 
maleness up and down the length of her opening, Mrs. 
Koda pressed her pelvis against his hardness, inviting 
him to enter her.

"Fuck me!" Arlene cried out as she pressed against him. 
"I need you inside me so bad!" 

With that, Michael thrusted forward and slid 
effortlessly inside of her. As wonderful as her mouth 
had felt around his cock, it was nothing compared to 
the tightness that now pressed against his manhood. 
This was only his second attempt at intercourse, the 
first having been with Cindy. That attempt hadn't gone 
every well, she had been unable to take him inside her 
fully, claiming that it hurt too much to continue. Mrs. 
Koda on the other hand was so lubricated already that 
he slid in and out without effort. He had seen this 
position in one of his father's hidden adult films, and 
decided it was a lot more fun than the old missionary. 
With a firm grip on Arlene's hips, he soon developed a 
firm rhythm. One which Arlene quickly matched, timing 
her gyrations to meet his forward thrusts.

The pace quickened and Michael's thrusts became more 
savage, each drive seeming to penetrate deeper than the 
last. He would slide his rock hardness almost all the 
way out, then push forward in a furious thrust until 
his balls slapped against her. Each time he looked at 
the naked woman stretched before him, he thought of the 
hundreds of times he had imagined this. The image 
caused his lust to grow more and more. "Fuck me, fuck 
me!" Arlene panted as her sweat covered body quaked in 
passion. "Fill me with your cock!" Even thought he had 
cum only about ten minutes before, Michael knew he 
would soon erupt again. This time he didn't have the 
advantage of Arlene's skillful hand to delay his 
orgasm. His own body was also covered with sweat, his 
breaths labored under his efforts. Then in an instant 
of crystal clarity, the young man had a sudden burst of 
inspiration. Something he had never really imagined 
before, not even in the secret pages of his sketch 
book.

So wet had Arlene's love canal become and so intense 
had Michael's thrusts become, he had slipped out of her 
more than a few times. He was usually back within her 
before she could even notice. This time he pulled out 
deliberately. In her sexual ecstasy, it was several 
seconds before Arlene realized that Michael was no 
longer within her. A look of desperation filled her 
face as she began to turn her head and look over her 
shoulder to see what had happened. She was so close to 
what she knew would be a truly awesome climax - he 
couldn't stop now. To her relief, Michael was already 
guiding his wonderful cock back to her womanhood. No 
sooner had she turned her head forward again, Arlene 
felt the sudden pressure against her anus. Realizing 
what Michael intended, she was suddenly very sober. She 
opened her mouth to protest. Arlene got as far as 
forming an O when her tight pucker hole parted and 
Michael's highly lubricated cock filled her. 

"AAAAAA!" She yelled as she felt Michael's balls slam 
against her firm round asscheeks. So cum covered was 
his cock that his full length slid in on the very first 
try.

As suddenly as he had entered her, Michael pulled back 
and repeated his initial thrust. To Arlene's relief and 
surprise, this time didn't hurt as much. By the fifth 
or sixth penetration , it was actually beginning to 
feel good. Lowering her head to the floor where she 
could rest on one arm, Arlene reached back between her 
legs with the other hand and began to furiously rub 
herself. She slid three fingers into her pussy while 
she rubbed against her button with her thumb. 

As tight as Arlene's pussy had been, her ass was 
unbelievable. Michael never made it to the tenth stroke 
as he felt a surge of hot cum erupt from his balls and 
fill her ass as he began his ninth. He pulled her 
buttocks against him, driving as deep into her as he 
could. His legs felt rubbery as he felt his energy 
drain from his body into his loins. Then from there it 
passed from his body into hers. Mrs. Koda lasted a few 
moments longer. Spurred on her the ministrations of her 
own hand, something she'd had long hours of practice 
at, Arlene pushed herself over the edge. Her body 
quaked and bucked like a bitch in heat. She couldn't 
manage words, a few animalistic grunts were all that 
flowed from her. Even in the movies, Michael had never 
seen a woman climax like that. It scared him a moment 
when he thought she might be having some kind of 
seizure.

Finally, Arlene dropped to the floor, her energy spent. 
Feeling a little weak himself and unsure what to do. 
Michael dropped down and laid next to her.

It was ten minutes before Mrs. Koda opened her eyes and 
looked at him. A sudden fear filled him as he looked 
into her deep green orbs. Would she suddenly realize 
how far she had gone and blame him. What if she called 
it rape? After all, no matter who started it, he had 
forced his way into her ass. Michael needn't had 
worried. A wide smile beamed back at him as she leaned 
over and kissed him lightly. "Thank you." She said 
softly.

"I should be the one thanking you." Michael answered 
back, her smile reflected on his own face.

Michael dressed quickly as Arlene covered herself with 
a robe. Glancing at the clock, he hoped his parents 
hadn't called Bobby's house to check on him. He knew 
Bobby would cover for him, it would be easier to say he 
was there than to explain why he had stayed at Mrs. 
Koda's house so long. "I guess I'd better be going." 
Mike said, feeling suddenly very awkward. What do you 
say to your Teacher after you've just fucked the life 
out of her.

"Don't forget your book." Mrs. Koda said as Michael 
began to head for the door. 

"Would you believe that I almost forgot all about it." 
Michael laughed.

Mrs. Koda held out the book to him, then abruptly 
pulled it back. Michael eyes opened wide in surprise. 
Was this some new game?

Arlene quickly opened to the pages covered with 
sketches of Michael and herself. She flipped them until 
she opened to the page she was looking for. Smiling, 
she ripped the page out of the book. 

"A little souvenir." She said with a grin as she again 
held out the sketch book to him. 

This time he took it and quickly placed it under his 
arm. Curious, he asked to see what drawing she had torn 
out and why. To his surprise, it was the full page 
closeup of her giving a blowjob. She said she had 
picked that one because it was the only picture that 
was undoubtedly her. Only the cock and mid-section of 
the boy appeared in the sketch but she said she would 
always know who's cock it had been. Her attention 
riveted to the souvenir, Michael excused himself and 
quickly let himself out.

Michael was relieved when it was announced on Monday 
morning that Mrs. Koda wouldn't be returning fore the 
last two weeks of school. Some personal problems at 
home it was rumored. The two weeks passed quickly, and 
before he knew it graduation day arrived. 

After the ceremony, Michael and Bobby met their 
families in the parking lot. He wasn't really paying 
attention to all the things people were saying to him, 
the day had been too much of a whirl of images. He 
hadn't even noticed the tall woman who had come up 
behind his parents.

"May I also render my congratulation." Arlene Koda said 
as she stepped up alongside Mrs. Rossi. 

"Gee, thanks Mrs. Koda." Bobby said quickly, hoping 
that this was going to be the last person to want to 
congratulate them. The sooner they got out of here, the 
sooner they could start to party.

It was a few seconds before Michael could find his 
voice. He finally managed a weak thank you.

"You have a very talented son here, Mr. and Mrs. 
Rossi." Arlene said with a smile. "I think he has a 
good future ahead of him with his ability."

"Why thank you." Mrs. Rossi replied. 

"Yes, we're really going to miss him at Peterson next 
year." Arlene said.

"You're going to be here next year?" Michael asked, 
suddenly finding his voice. "Yes I will." Arlene 
answered. "Originally it looked like I wouldn't be able 
to, but things have changed in the last few weeks. I 
was able to convinced my husband that it was more 
beneficial to his career that I stay at Peterson than 
spending all my time doing society work."

"Well if that's what you really want, then good for 
you." Mrs. Rossi, not really sure what the young woman 
was talking about.

"By the way Michael, I really meant what I said about 
your ability." Arlene said. "In fact, if you really 
don't have a summer job yet, I'd like to hire you to do 
a portrait of me for my house. I'm going to spend the 
summer redecorating it. My husband has given me a blank 
check so I'm sure I could make it worth the effort. "

"That's wonderful!" Mrs. Rossi gushed. "If you're sure 
he could do your portrait justice."

"Oh I've no doubt of that." Arlene said beaming. "I'm 
positive that Michael could bring out the real me." 
Michael just grinned in reply. Already picturing the 
poses they could try out over the summer.


PART II


The late afternoon sun covered the large bedroom’s far 
wall as the scarlet haired woman finally stirred. A 
soft hand reached out from beneath the silk blue sheet, 
turning the alarm clock on the night table so that she 
could see it. A pair of sleepy emerald eyes tried to 
focus on the LED display as they formed 10:47. 

"Well there goes most of the morning," the thirty-four 
year old thought as she retreated back under the 
sheets.

As she shifted position, she bumped into the other body 
sharing the large oak bed. Or to be specific, the soft 
cheeks of her naked ass pressed up against the young 
man’s equally exposed and semi-hard cock. The press of 
flesh against flesh brought a warm smile to the now 
fully alert redhead.

Memories of the previous night made her smile even 
brighter. She brushed a lock of dark brown hair from 
across the closed eyes of her still sleeping companion. 
His features were decidedly handsome, possessed of an 
almost little boy cuteness. The body below was smooth, 
almost hairless - exercised and well toned. His name 
was Michael Rossi and he was all of eighteen and a half 
years old. 

The previous summer, she and Michael had enjoyed an 
adventurous affair, made even more forbidden by the 
fact that at the beginning of it he had still been one 
of her students at Peterson High School. Currently, 
Michael was a freshman studying Industrial Arts at 
Brookfield University. 

The night she and Michael had first made love had been 
a turning point in the life of Arlene Koda. She was 
trapped in a loveless marriage and about to have the 
one thing she really loved, her teaching career, taken 
from her. Her now soon to be ex-husband, Doctor Alan 
Fitzgerald, had been made head of surgery at the 
prestigious Saint Matthew’s Hospital. As such, he 
expected her to give up the teaching career she’d begun 
before she’d met him and simply become Mrs. Alan 
Fitzgerald. It was already a point of constant 
contention to him that she had kept her maiden name.

The afternoon before her marriage had ended, Arlene had 
found a sketch book in one of her classes belonging to 
Michael. Inside were dozens of sketches depicting 
Michael in various sexual acts with an attractive 
woman. It didn’t take more than a cursory glance to 
realize that the woman in the drawing was her. 

At first she had confiscated the book, as any other 
teacher had done. Later, she had a change of heart and 
called his house to say he could pick up the book that 
evening. Just because her life was going down the 
toilet, she’d reasoned, there was no reason his should 
too .

Prior to Michael’s arrival, she’d had the worst fight 
of her marriage, ending in Alan’s ultimatum. With her 
husband going to a planned awards dinner without her, 
Arlene had begun to drink rather more heavily than 
normal. 

It would’ve been easily to blame her seduction of 
Michael on the alcohol, but she knew that wasn’t really 
true. It just gave her an excuse. 

The sexual detonation between the two of them had been 
explosive. So much so that Michael was originally 
afraid that she might have claimed he’d raped her after 
she sobered up. When she’d shown up at graduation after 
being out the last two weeks of the school year due to 
"family matters", Michael saw his future behind bars.

Instead, she was all smiles and compliments. In fact, 
she had offered him a commission to paint a portrait of 
her to go with the redecoration of her house that she 
was planning over the summer. He’d accepted the job and 
as a fringe benefit had gotten to act out every one of 
those drawings that filled out his sketch book.

The affair had ended in September when Michael went off 
to college. He went off with the knowledge that his 
sexual education had been advanced by years.

As for Arlene’s marriage, well that had ended during 
those two weeks she had missed school. Alan had no 
choice but to give her the divorce she craved -- and on 
her terms. The threat of a hostile court action where 
she might stand up in public and tell the world that 
she’d screwed one of her students was something he’d 
never dare risk. The Board of Trustees at Saint 
Matthew’s would’ve never understood.

It was spring break and Arlene had been very surprised 
by Michael’s call last night. He said that he was home 
visiting and could he stop by? The prudent thing for 
Arlene to do would’ve been to make some excuse and let 
the past stay there. But prudence hadn’t been in her 
vocabulary this past year, so she had said yes. She 
knew full well that they’d end the night in bed 
together. 

It had been fun she had to admit. Michael had learned 
well the lessons she’d taught him over last summer. It 
was also quite obvious that he’d been paying just as 
much attention to his physical development while away 
at school as his mental growth. His body was much more 
defined than the last time she’d seen it. 

Had it been before or after midnight that they’d taken 
a break and talked about his life at Brookfield. She 
had asked if he had a girlfriend and had been both 
surprised and pleased when he said that he had started 
seeing Jenny Greene. 

Jenny, of course had been the hottest girl at Peterson 
High and before Michael’s "summer education" wouldn’t 
have given him much more than a casual glance. 

"Is she good in bed?" Arlene had asked as she had 
gently stroked his spent cock.

"Not as good as you of course." he had answered, 
bringing a smile to Arlene.

"Liar!" she’d playfully hissed, giving his cock a hard 
tug.

"Okay, almost as good as you." he relented.

Arlene had more than a few occasions to see Jenny’s 
rather impressive body in it’s natural state back 
during the girl’s high school days. Every teacher had 
to take a turn as locker room monitor. A long haired 
blonde, she remembered Jenny as having a near perfect 
form, capped by a beautiful pair of 34C breasts. 
Arlene’s own breasts of course were a much more 
impressive 36D.

In another fascinating turn of events in her new found 
independence, Arlene had become much more aware of 
other women’s bodies of late. Some nights she wondered 
what it would be like to be a little more than aware of 
those bodies. Not any of her students of course, that 
was a risk that she would never repeat. More than a few 
times she’d noticed women at the health club she 
belonged to checking her out. It might be very 
interesting to invite one of them to lunch one day and 
see where it developed. 

That however was a thought for another day. Michael 
stirred in his sleep, causing the edge of the sheet he 
had wrapped around himself to pull away. His semi-hard 
cock was now fully exposed. The sight brought to mind 
summer nights he had told his parents that he had 
worked too late to drive home and would sleep in the 
guest room. With that memory, came another, of a 
special treat she used to give him on those morning 
afters.

Sliding out from her own side of the sheet, Arlene 
moved down on the bed and carefully lifted his cock 
into the air. Moving to within a few inches of his 
young manhood, she could see the dried residue of their 
lovemaking. They’d both been too tired after that last 
session to even wash up. The delight of that final 
climax fresh in her mind, she guided his cock into her 
mouth.

It didn’t take long for the warm softness of the older 
woman’s mouth to bring Michael to a full hardness. 
Skillfully, her tongue played across his cockhead, then 
up and down his shaft. Soft, slender finders stroked 
his length and her wet trail extended down to his 
balls. She took first one and then both into her mouth, 
covering them with kisses.

"Oh yessss." Michael moaned as he woke to such a 
pleasant feeling. It took him a few seconds to remember 
the sensation of waking up to a blow job, and an 
additional moment to reassure himself that he still 
wasn’t dreaming.

Now that she had his full and undivided attention, 
Arlene’s head began to bob up and down even faster. The 
ripples of delight of that action sent another series 
of soft moans to Michael’s lips. Already he could feel 
an explosion building deep in his loins.

Lost in the euphoria that engulfed his manhood, Michael 
didn’t hear the sound of the door chimes -- even after 
they rang a second and third time. It wasn’t until the 
forth time when Arlene let his cock slip from her mouth 
that he heard them.

"Oh shit! he heard her mutter as a look of remembrance 
flashed across her face. 

A corresponding look of disappointment filled his own 
face as Arlene climbed off the bed and reached for the 
bright red Japanese robe she kept draped over a nearby 
chair. The dress and undergarments she’d worn the night 
before were strewn across the floor from the bedroom 
out to the living room.

"I forgot about a ... delivery." she said a little 
nervously as she pulled tight the sash of her belt. 
"You just wait here, I’ll be back in a few minutes." 
she added.

As she disappeared out the bedroom door, Michael 
wondered what the deliveryman was going to think when 
she came to the door wearing nothing but that robe. It 
barely came down to below her ass and the fold in front 
gave a more than ample view of her beautiful breasts.

Time passed slowly as Michael laid back naked in bed 
and stared at the ceiling. His cock was still hard and 
the idea of finishing it off by himself flashed in his 
mind. Then just as quickly it was dismissed. How could 
his hand ever compare with the rich softness of 
Arlene’s lips.

Glancing at the clock on the night table, Michael 
realized that almost fifteen minutes had passed since 
Arlene had left. What was taking her so long? He waited 
another five minutes, then climbed out of bed himself. 
Moving to the door, he tried to listen to sounds from 
the living room but didn’t even hear voices. Michael 
looked around for his pants, then remembered that they 
were also left on the living room floor. 

Grabbing a bath towel from the connecting master 
bedroom, he wrapped it around his waist and walked out 
of the bedroom. Quietly and carefully he moved, not 
wanting to make any noise. He’d just gotten to the end 
of the hall leading to the living room when he had a 
sudden attack of conscience.

What was he doing? There could be a dozen perfectly 
understandable reasons why Arlene was taking so long. 
If someone were to see him dressed like this and coming 
out of her bedroom, the results would be catastrophic. 
What was he thinking?

He was about to back down the hallway when he finally 
heard her voice in the living room. The only problem 
was that it wasn’t words he heard -- it was a grunt.

A half dozen images flashed in his mind, the worst 
being that it hadn’t been a deliveryman at the door but 
someone who had attacked her. Now oblivious to the fact 
that he was practically nude, he ran into the living 
room.

No sooner had he stepped out into the open when Michael 
came to a dead stop. The image in front of him was 
definitely not one he expected to see.

Arlene was on her knees, the robe she had been wearing 
tossed aside. Standing above her was a tall blonde 
young man dressed in a T-shirt and jeans. Or almost 
dressed in jeans, Michael quickly corrected himself, 
because both the pants and the underwear beneath it now 
rested around his ankles. His cock however, was barely 
visible, buried as it was in Arlene’s mouth.

He watched dumfounded as his lover’s sensuous lips slid 
back and forth across the new arrival’s hardness -- 
much in the same way they had caressed his own manhood 
such a short time before. As many times as he had drawn 
a scene like this, the young artist had never actually 
seen a woman give head outside of a porn film. The 
image was captivating. So much so that it was almost a 
minute before he even got a look at the face of the new 
recipient of her charms.

Shock and recognition flashed across his face. Michael 
knew the other young man. He was closer to him than his 
own brothers and had been his best friend since the 9th 
grade. 

"Oh shit!" he called out without thinking. 

"Bobby!"

The former football star of Peterson High looked up and 
the same look of shock flashed across his face. The 
fact that his best friend was wearing nothing more than 
a bath towel didn’t even register in his mind -- only 
his presence.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed as he took a big step backward, 
his cock pulling out of Arlene’s mouth. "Mike!"

You could’ve heard the proverbial pin drop in the quiet 
that gripped the room at that moment. Both young men 
just stared at each other, not knowing what to say. 
Long seconds stretched out to an eternity until Arlene 
broke the silence.

"Oh dear, I knew this was going to be a problem." she 
said as she got up off of her knees. "I was so hoping 
to be able to take of Bobby here and send him on his 
way before you started getting too curious. This type 
of situation can be so awkward."

By this time it was plainly evident to both friends 
that Mrs. Koda had been screwing both of them. Bobby 
had started at State U at the same time that Mike had 
gone away to Brookfield. State being only an hour’s 
drive away, Bobby still lived at home. Evidently, he 
had become Mike’s winter replacement.

In the course of Mike’s unexpected visit last night, 
Arlene had forgotten that she had asked Bobby to come 
over and clean out her garage. She’d promised him a 
little treat when he was done.

"I guess since I’m the one who’s dressed, at least sort 
of, I should leave." Bobby finally said in an attempt 
to break the situation with a little humor.

"Don’t be silly, we’re all adults here." Arlene said, 
her tone the voice of reason. Aren’t we?"

Neither of the friends had a response.

"Look at the two of you." Arlene continued. "Are you 
going to throw away a friendship because I fucked both 
of you?"

Arlene’s use of the work "fuck" caused both of them 
pause. They both had noted that during lovemaking her 
vocabulary tended to get down and dirty, but right now 
it seemed out of content. Despite her nudity, she was 
back in what she referred to as her teacher mode -- the 
voice of authority. 

"Lets keep this in perspective here." said the Teacher. 
"What we have here is three adults, who, for what ever 
reason, are just having a good time with each other. 
There’s no relationship here, it’s just sex -- pure and 
simple. None of us are under the illusion that it’s 
anything else -- are we?"

Michael and Bobby both nodded their heads in agreement. 
It wasn’t like either of them really thought they were 
the only man in Arlene’s life or that she was looking 
for anything from them other than a good time in bed. 
Which was exactly what they were looking for from her. 
It was only the revelation that they both were her 
lovers that had shocked them. 

"I mean it’s not like Bobby here had crawled into Jenny 
Greene right after you left." she added.

"You screwed Jenny Greene?" Bobby turned and asked 
Michael, his voice reflecting a mixture of both 
amazement and admiration.

"Yeah." Michael replied, a touch of pride in his own 
voice.

It was the first direct communication between the two 
and that simple exchange told Arlene that their 
friendship was still solid. Which gave her another 
idea.

"Unfuckinlievable." Bobby said quietly as he slowly 
shook his head. He had struck out with Jenny the four 
times they had gone out back in high school.

"So you two are still friends." Arlene said, looking 
for a vocal confirmation.

Michael looked at Bobby for a moment and then said. 
"Never anything but..."

"Damn right." Bobby agreed as he held out his hand.

Michael quickly walked over and shook it.

"Good, now that we have that settled." Arlene smiled a 
wicked smile. "I have an suggestion."

Both young men looked at their former teacher. In the 
course of their erotic encounters with her, they’d seen 
that smile before. Usually just before she suggested 
something outrageous. It had also been their experience 
that it was also usually something fun that they never 
would’ve tried on their own. 

"You know, I’ve always wondered what it would be like 
with two guys at once." Arlene said as she reached out 
and ran a hand over each of their cocks. "And since I 
have two such really prime specimens here, maybe it’s 
time I found out? What with you two being such friends 
and all." 

Mike looked at Bobby and Bobby at him. No words were 
needed for both of them to know what the other was 
thinking. It was that they were the best of friends 
that made this such a hard decision. If they were 
strangers who might never see each other again it would 
be easy. One other thing they were both sure of. If 
they said no, it would be the last time either of them 
got to see, much less play with, that naked body 
standing between the two of them. And even at 34, it 
was a hotter body than either of them expected to see 
again for a long, long time. 

Arlene didn’t catch the silent nod of agreement between 
the two friends, but was more than pleased when Michael 
said.

"Why the fuck not!" 

"Yeah, why the fuck not!" Bobby parroted.

"Excellent." Arlene beamed. "First order of business 
though is for all of us to get cleaned up."

Seeing that Michael was still covered with the dried 
residue of his nocturnal exertions and Bobby had just 
cleaned out the garage, it didn’t seem like such a bad 
idea. 

As she led the two young men through her bedroom to the 
master bath, Arlene was pleased with how this morning 
was progressing. The idea of taking both of them to bed 
had been a sudden inspiration, but one which she 
wondered why she hadn’t considered before. From the 
moment she considered it, she never contemplated the 
idea that either Bobby or Michael would say no. 

The thirty-four year old teacher knew that neither of 
them was going to take the chance that they wouldn’t be 
invited back to her bed. It wasn’t that they didn’t 
have girls their own age who wouldn’t spread their legs 
willingly - in fact she knew for a fact that Bobby had 
screwed half the cheerleaders at Peterson High. No, it 
was the fact that none of the girls their own age, 
however willing, was capable of the uninhibited lust 
that Arlene demonstrated time after time. 

It wasn’t long until Bobby was as nude as both Michael 
and Arlene. She took a brief moment to admire his 
physique. Active in sports since grammar school, Bobby 
Williams had the body of a athlete. Unlike Michael, he 
had a fair amount of body hair, especially around his 
crotch. If it had been dark instead of blonde it might 
have detracted from his impressive specimen of manhood. 
A little larger than Michael’s, it was thicker as well. 
Then again, it seemed natural since he was also taller 
and larger than his friend.

Out of the corner of her eye, Arlene noticed a 
potential problem with her planned fun. Even though she 
was sure the sight of each other naked wasn’t new to 
each of the young men, the circumstances certainly 
were. She saw the look of uneasiness on Michael’s face 
as the last of Bobby’s clothes fell to the floor.

A smile on her face, she stepped between them and put 
her hands around each of their cocks, stroking them 
back and forth until they became hard once again. 
Pulling them closer until she was sandwiched between 
them, she pressed her lips against Michael’s. Then, 
just as softly, she shifted her attention and kissed 
Bobby as well.

"If this is going to work," she whispered. "the two of 
you are going to have to relax."

As she spoke, she let go of their now erect cocks and 
instead took each of them by the hand. Then she guided 
each of those hands to the others cock. 

"Stroke it." she instructed in the same tone she used 
in the classroom.

Automatically, each of them obeyed, running their 
fingers up and down the length of the other’s member. 
It felt both strange and familiar.

"Now that’s not so bad, is it." Arlene said as she ran 
her hands over theirs. "In fact I bet it feels kind of 
nice, doesn’t it?"

Neither responded, yet neither stopped playing with the 
other’s cock either.

"I just wanted you to see that there was nothing wrong 
with touching each other." she continued. "Because once 
we get started, you’re certainly going to come in 
contact with each other quite a lot." she laughed. 

The shower in the master bedroom was a large oversized 
affair with just enough room for the three of them. 
Overhead showers from both ends of the large stall 
covered their bodies, washing away the last remnants of 
their exertions. A slippery film of soap covered 
Arlene’s body as two sets of male hands ran up and down 
her body. As they did, she kissed each of them, using 
her hands to rub their bodies as well. 

As former students began to play with her breasts, 
Arlene let out a small sigh of satisfaction. Each of 
them lifted a breast to his mouth and closed their lips 
on it. Tongues caressed each nipple to a firm hardness, 
bringing even louder sighs from the Teacher.

Sandwiched in-between her two young men, Arlene shifted 
position and pressed back against Bobby, her soft ass 
cheeks rubbing against his rock hard cock. At the same 
time, she pulled Michael tight against her, his own 
stiff member pressed firmly against her cunt.

"Squeeze me tight." she laughed.

They quickly complied, reaching out and taking the 
other by his back and pulling him closer. 

"Mmmm I like that." Arlene replied as their soapy skins 
rubbed against each other.

Spreading them apart, she took each of their cocks in 
hand and played with then a little. Highly lubricated 
by the soap and water, her hands quickly raced back and 
forth. It wouldn’t have taken much to bring both of 
them to a climax. But she had far more interesting 
things in mind than simply jerking them off.

"Tell me the truth." she said as she had their 
undivided attention. "Two good friends like yourself 
... you ever do this for each other?"

Mike looked up at Bobby and found the same expression 
that he knew was reflected on his own face. Back when 
they were thirteen and just learning about sex, they 
had compared notes about masturbating. Several times 
they had masturbated together -- one night they had 
even jerked each other off. But that was as far as it 
had ever went. Later they had felt a little strange 
about it all and it hadn’t been repeated. 

"I thought so." Arlene grinned as she saw the look on 
both of their faces. 

With that she dropped to her knees and steered both 
cocks into the cleansing stream of warm water, washing 
off all traces of soap. Taking Bobby’s cock in her 
mouth, she let in side as far into her mouth as it 
would go, tickling it with her tongue. Arlene repeated 
this several times before replacing it with Michael’s 
cock and giving it the same treatment. 

The game of dueling cocks went on for a few minutes as 
Arlene continued to lick and nibble her way up and down 
the length of each. At one point she had both cockheads 
in her mouth at the same time, rubbing both against 
each other and her inner cheeks. 

"Mmmm," she moaned. "That old saying was right ... two 
heads are better than one."

Bending down so that her tongue could reach under their 
balls, the redhead gave them a complete oral bath as 
well. Her free hand still gripping both cocks tight 
against each other and stoking them softly. 

"I think we’re clean enough." she concluded. "Why don’t 
we get out of here and get us some room to really 
play?"

The suggestion was warmly greeted by both young men. 

No sooner had they quickly dried off and retired to the 
bedroom when Arlene broke away from her two young 
lovers and bounded onto the bed. She rolled onto her 
back and stuck a suggestive pose, making the most of 
her beauty and nudity.

"All right boys," she laughed. "Come and get it."

Needing no further encouragement, Michael and Bobby 
both jumped onto the bed as well. Bobby immediate 
spread Arlene’s legs wide and dove right in. His tongue 
quickly parted her moist cunt lips and tickled her 
sensitive clit. An extended finger joined his tongue, 
massaging her equally receptive sugar walls.

Michael on the other hand moved just as quickly to the 
top of the bed and Arlene’s bountiful breasts. His 
nimble tongue trace a path across then, pausing to take 
each nipple into his mouth just long enough to insure 
it’s hardness.

"Oh yes." the older woman purred as each gave their 
best effort. "Harder, ... faster!"	

With that, Bobby buried his face deeper between the 
Teacher’s legs and redoubled his labors. Michael also 
responded by taking a breast in each hand and pressing 
his own face between them as well.

Arlene reacted as well as she wrapped her legs and arms 
around each of her lovers and held them in place. 

Time passed slowly as Arlene laid back and enjoyed the 
attentions of her two young men. This wasn’t exactly 
what she had planned when she woke up this morning, but 
if she had learned anything in the last year, you had 
to take care of opportunities when they presented 
themselves. 

After a while, she had the two of them switch 
positions. Bobby was a pretty good pussy-licker, but 
Michael was, she knew from past experience, great. It 
was pretty simple really. Cunnilingus was something 
that Bobby indulged in as something he had to do, 
something his lover expected. Michael, on the other 
hand, really loved the taste of a woman and reveled in 
the delights his tongue could produce.

"Harder, harder ..." Arlene cried out. "Push your 
tongue inside of me." 

Michael eagerly complied as her rising desire filled 
his enthusiastic mouth. It had almost become a contest 
between the two youths. A competition to see which of 
them could bring her the greater pleasure.

It would be easy for Arlene to lose herself in the 
rapture of the moment, but the greater desire to 
explore even deeper levels of sexuality kept her mind 
clear. She tilted her head and whispered into Bobby’s 
ear as he nibbled on her breast. 

Her soft words sent a sudden look of shock on the young 
man’s face. She knew they would, even as she knew that 
after a momentary hesitation, he would do what she 
asked. A sense of erotic anticipation filled her breast 
as Bobby let her nipple slip from his mouth and he 
moved again to the bottom of the bed.

Michael was so intent on bringing pleasure to the 
beautiful woman spread out before him that at first he 
didn’t realize the familiar sensation between his own 
legs. Once he did however, it was only a half second 
between the time he identified the sensation as that of 
a mouth around his cock and the realization that it 
didn’t belong to Arlene.

The artist lifted his head from between her legs and 
looked down. He was almost in shock as he watched his 
hard cock once more slide between his best friends 
lips. He wasn’t sure which bothered him more at that 
moment. The sight itself, or the fact that he thought 
it felt pretty nice.

"Relax." Arlene said in a soft tone as she ran her hand 
through his hair. "Just relax and enjoy it."

"It does feel good." Michael thought with a smile. 

Logically, there was no reason why it shouldn’t feel 
so. After all, a hot mouth was a hot mouth -- 
regardless of the gender. It was only sociological 
quarms that made such an act forbidden. Yet somehow, 
the fact that Bobby and him were sharing this 
experience with a woman made it seem much more 
acceptable.

While Michael quickly adjusted to the totally 
unexpected turn of events, Arlene was also paying 
careful attention to Bobby’s actions. His technique 
might have been a little crude but it was obvious that 
he was really getting in to it. She had always wanted 
to see two guys go at it and she found the excitement 
of it all to be even greater than she had anticipated. 
Mentally, she filed away the thought that Bobby might 
have done this before, or at the very least had given 
it a great deal of thought. That would be something to 
explore later. 

"You think you’d like to try that?" she asked Michael, 
stroking his nipple as she did.

Michael just looked at her for a few moments, blocking 
out everything but the look in her eyes. Then, as 
silently as Bobby had done a few minutes before, he 
shifted position so that he too had a hard cock only a 
few inches from his face.

It had never really occurred to her that he would 
refuse any more than Bobby would have. it was all a 
matter of timing. If for instance, she had asked him to 
suck his friends cock when he’d first walked in on the 
two of them -- he would have definitely refused. But 
now, filled with the fires of lust, eager to please her 
in almost any way she asked. 

Oh there were some limits of course, but strangely 
enough not the ones that might immediately come to 
mind. She could convince them to suck each other. With 
a little more motivation, she might even talk them into 
fucking each other. After all, she had taken both of 
their cocks up her ass at one time or another as well 
as used a small dildo on theirs as well. What she was 
sure she could never talk them into doing was simply 
kiss each other. Taking a cock into their mouth or ass 
was one thing, but trading tongues was way over the 
line.

Arlene rubbed her pussy as her two lovers formed a 
perfect sixty-nine position. It was her observation 
that Michael too was really getting in to it. She found 
it funny that he too must have thought of it many times 
before as well. Once the forbidden barrier had been 
crossed, they were free to explore a forbidden passion. 
She let them go at it a while longer, then gently broke 
them apart.

"I’m glad the two of you had fun doing that." she said 
with a smile. "But lets just remember who’s bed this 
is." she laughingly added as she slid between them.

Before they turned their attentions back to her, Bobby 
and Michael shared a look. They had acted on impulse 
and only now realized the implications of what they had 
done. Studying the look on both their faces, Arlene 
wondered if they would explore those impulses further. 

"Shall we flip for heads or tails?" she quipped as she 
spread her legs as wide as she could, breaking the 
momentary tension.

"You were here first." Bobby replied as he stroked his 
cock, thinking again how nice and natural his friend’s 
mouth had felt around it.

""Then I’ll take tails." Michael said, wondering for 
the first time in his life what it might be like to 
fuck a guy instead of a girl.

"Then tails it is." Arlene said as smiled in agreement. 
"You well know where I keep the lubricant."

Michael pulled out the draw of the night table and 
pulled out a large jar. He quickly smeared a good 
amount of the gel inside it on his cock and then some 
against Arlene’s asshole as well. 

While Michael was doing that, Arlene positioned Bobby 
on the bed and climbed on top of him. Carefully she 
took hold of his manhood and guided him into her. She 
was so wet that his entry was almost effortless. The 
older woman slide up and down his pole a few time, 
enjoying the snug fit. She knew of course that it was 
nothing compared to the snug fit to come.

Quickly wiping his hands, Michael took up position 
behind Arlene and pressed his greasy cockhead against 
her hole. With the slightest of pressure, he pressed it 
inside of her. He paused a moment to allow her to get 
ready, then he pushed the entire length within her in a 
manner that he knew she enjoyed.

"Shit." Michael exclaimed as the sudden pressure 
engulfed his cock.

Arlene’s only reply was a satisfied grunt.

It took a few strides for Arlene to become comfortable 
with the hardness now filling her ass. Once she did, 
the redhead began to rock back and forth, both hard 
cocks sliding in and out as she moved. 

Faster and faster she rocked, her efforts joined by 
those of each of her lovers. It felt so good to have 
the two of them inside of her at once. It was another 
fantasy realized. The second of two she corrected 
herself. Hot as she was, hot as they were, it wouldn’t 
take long at all for them to reach the summit.

Each stroke of their bodies sent all three of them 
deeper into a frenzy. Each motion, one step closer to 
an explosive climax. Waves of anticipation lapped 
across three bodies that now existed as one.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" was all Arlene could manage to say. 

Both her young lovers did just that, driving themselves 
deeper inside of her. Both knew that it would be only 
moments before they both exploded. Arlene knew it as 
well and only hoped they could all climax together.

She got her wish as she felt Michael explode in her 
ass, mere seconds before she surrendered to the erotic 
oscillations which had gripped her body. Bobby followed 
such a short time later that none of them could call 
their shared orgasm anything but simultaneous.

For a long time, they just laid there, enjoying the 
afterglow of their experience.

* * *

Later that evening, long after both Michael and Bobby 
had gone. Arlene sat in her bathrobe in front of a warm 
fire. She had really enjoyed the day’s adventure. Her 
nude form beneath the soft material was still warm from 
the memory of it. As she took another sip of her drink, 
she wondered what new surprises the rest of her 
vacation would bring. Then a sudden inspiration came to 
her. Perhaps she could ask Michael to bring Jenny to 
dinner tomorrow night. That could prove interesting -- 
interesting indeed. 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison system.
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