"Well maybe if you hadn't been screwing your little brother every night you'd have your project done by now!" I froze. That wasn't what I meant to say.
A handful of my classmates were laughing, but the teacher, Ms. Charlette Dubois was not. She stared at me, her face ashen at what I had just said to another student. Sally, the girl at whom the remark was aimed, just huffed loudly and turned away.
"Jean-Marc! I can't believe you said that. You will stay after class, understood?" Ms. Dubois' color was starting to return.
"Oui, madam." I shrunk into my seat.
"Dude, you are so fucked," whispered a friend from behind me.
The remainder of classes passed slowly. I dreaded that final bell of the day.
I was sixteen, and had been enjoying my junior year in high school. French class wasn't my favorite per se, but it wasn't bad. Ms. Dubois had been a last minute addition to the teaching staff, when our regular instructor went into early labor. At any rate, she wasn't a spectacular teacher, so I spent a lot of time ripping into the younger students just to keep them in line. Ms. Dubois was nice, and I didn't feel she warranted that much disrespect. But today, I'd gone too far, and she couldn't overlook this breach of conduct.
The bell finally sounded and the rest of the class filed out, I remained behind, dreading the worst. What would she do?
Charlette Dubois was young and pretty. No more than twenty-three, this had been her first teaching job. She was medium height, full breasts and hips that flared out slightly. She usually wore her long blonde hair in a tight bun, like today, and was wearing black slacks with a light yellow button down blouse. She was a bit of a klutz, not ditzy, but disorganized. If she had kept herself a little better together, she might even be sexy. As it was, she was very pretty and I'd often found myself jacking off at night thinking of her. One delicious fantasy had her punishing Sally with a riding crop while I fuck each one in succession.
My fantasies were shattered when Ms. Dubois came over to me and sat on the top of the desk in front of me. She smelt like a late summer evening, lavender and roses. It was pleasant and took a moment to breath it in.
"Jean-Marc, that really wasn't an appropriate thing to say to Sally."
"No, I'm sorry. I don't what came over me."
"It's all right. You've been looking after me all school year and you shouldn't have to." her bright blue eyes locked on mine.
I never realized how she often I'd seen her do it, but she was staring at me, really staring long and hard. She was bent over now, elbows on her knees, button down shirt fallen open to reveal beautiful cleavage. She stood and then knelt down so she was eye-level with me in my desk.
"Jean-Marc, I know I shouldn't appreciate the affections of a student like this but...I just..."
Affections? I thought to myself, did she...
I never finished that thought, with a swift motion she had my head in her hands, our lips touched, her tongue probed and soon we were kissing passionately. My hands found their way around her long neck and down her back, stroking her lovingly. Her lips were soft and warm; I could feel the waves of heat from her body like it was a radiator.
My heart was racing; soon I found my hand cupping her left breast, rubbing it softly, my fingers searching for a nipple underneath cotton and lace. Ms. Dubois had a free hand massaging my rapidly swelling erection now.
Most of the girls I'd dated up to this point had rarely let me get this far, and never this fast. I was determined to make the most of it. I began unbuttoning my French teacher's blouse. By the time I had it halfway open she stopped me and rose. I rose to follow and then stopped when I say that she was just locking the door. Ms. Dubois began undoing the rest of her shirt and pulled it off. Then she made quick work of her bra, releasing her pale tits and pink nipples to my attentions.
I licked and sucked each one with hunger and vigor. Ms. Dubois moaned softly pressing her C-cup breasts deeper into my mouth. My hands went her ass, cupping each cheek, squeezing and reveling in their firmness. I finally couldn't take anymore and began undoing her belt.
"Ms. Dubois...I must have you!" I grunted
She pulled my hands away, "It's not a good time for me," she whispered.
My displeasure was visible She smiled at my reaction and went to her knees before me. Undoing my pants, she yanked them down to my ankles. Her hands gripped my ass as she gingerly licked the pre-cum from the tip of my cock.
"Oh god Ms. Dubois."
"Call me Charlette," and then she took most of my shaft into her hot mouth.
My legs went weak as she worked my already engorged cock into frenzy. Her tongue seemed to find every erotic spot I had. Charlette was still gripping my ass, stroking it gently. I took her blonde head into my hands, aiding her cadence. A hand slipped off my ass and then to my balls, stroking them lightly. The building pressure was insane; I thought was going to burst.
"Charlette...I..I'm..."
I was beyond the ability to speak but she got my warning. Sliding her lips back she continued sucking just the tip, rubbing my cock and balls. Then with a sudden rush, I erupted into her mouth. Gagging only once, she sucked down each wad as I shot it into her. When I'd drained myself, my legs gave out and I collapsed into a nearby chair.
Charlette smiled and grabbed a drink of water off her desk. She dressed quickly, and fixed her hair. She pointed to the pants I had around my ankles and gestured up, suggesting that I dress myself. We kissed again, licking each other's lips and groping at each other's clothing.
"You should probably go." she whispered into my ear.
I didn't want to, but I knew she was right. Soccer practice would be starting soon and I couldn't be late. We kissed again and I left her behind.
On my way to the field a friend spotted me.
"So did she give it to ya?"
I forced myself to frown, "You could say that."