Becoming a teacher had been Jill's desire since her youth. Something about her grammar school teacher had grabbed hold of her attention, the idea of helping someone to learn captivating her soul. She did well throughout her academic career, earning a master's in education, and she was prepared to take the world by storm. Through contacts at her school, she landed a teaching position at a prestigious middle school in Connecticut, an all male, catholic junior high school that catered to the upper class. Although she was a little hesitant to immerse herself in these new values, the opportunity was one that she could not pass up.
Arriving at the school, she was both surprised and amused to find it very similar to the school in the movie "Dead Poet's Society". The majority of the faculty was made up of old priests, steeped in traditional means and methods, many of them even paddling students who were late or did not have their homework. She wondered if that was actually punishment or some deranged S+M fantasy for the priests! In addition to her, however, there was a growing number of young teachers, along with other women.
As she became acclimated with the school, she saw that it was indeed steeped in deep tradition, fathers, brothers, sons and even grandfathers all gracing the halls at one point or another. Like most prep schools, there was a heavy focus on athletics, football and hockey the two main standouts. The school was competitive in every sporting area, it was just that these two had elevated the school above everyone else. The academics were strict also, the admission guidelines aimed toward attracting fine quality students.
The buildings themselves were typical, old New England style, made up of old brick and heavy masonry. The campus was beautiful, full of trees and green grass, a large lake positioned off to one side. The student body itself was an unusual mix, ranging from spoiled brats to hard working students. Jill dealt with the cocky "richie rich's", who expected everything handed to them on a silver platter, and she enjoyed her interaction with the others who were there to learn and participate in the school.
She ran an English class, focusing her teachings on modern and contemporary literature. Working with an anthology of writers, she tried to teach her students the meaning behind these stories, helping the students to an appreciation of the beautiful art of literature. Many of them took to these writings, whereas many others were intent on cracking jokes and disrupting the class. A young, attractive woman, she also had to deal with some boys trying to flirt with her, and other feeble attempts at boys coming on to her. Although it was a little exciting to be the center of attention to all these strapping young men, she was put off by most of their attitudes.
With their family money came many attitudes that she could do without, and she tried to look past this problem to focus on her teaching duties. She did develop strong relationship's with several students who wanted to learn, and many who expressed a strong interest in writing. Tom was one of the boys who struck an instant chord inside her.
Tom was a scholarship hockey player, a boy from "the other side of the tracks". He came from a blue collar family, a borderline lower/middle class upbringing. He came to the school through his hockey ability, this ability granting him an education that was beyond his means of financing. There were several students like Tom, not really a part of the upper class mentality that existed at the school, but here because he wanted to be here. Jill was further amazed when he demonstrated a gift at writing and a keen understanding of the theme's in many works of literature.
They became friendly, sharing essays and stories with each other, Jill giving Tom some of her favorite modern novelists. She wanted to keep his interest for reading alive, so she passed on to him books by people like Pat Conroy, John Irving, JD Salinger, and many other contemporary authors that would appeal to a young man. In addition, he shared with her many of the short stories, poems and essays he had written.
His work demonstrated the emergence of a gift, and she had encouraged him to continue with his work. She was careful, however, not to demonstrate any outright favoritism, for fear of alienating others students. She was a little concerned when he invited her to come by his dorm room to see his work. He explained that he had a computer in his room, with the majority of his work on his hard drive. It was easier for him to write on a computer than by hand, and he had a tremendous amount of material stored there. She agreed to come by after class, careful that no one else knew that she was going to a student's room.
Arriving at his room she laughed at the jumbled mess. Actually it was exactly what she had expected, hockey equipment and clothes lying about, the walls adorned with hockey jerseys and posters. In one corner there was a small stereo and television, both buried in a pile of tapes and CD's. Against the other wall there was a computer on a desk, papers strewn about, school books lying here and there. He quickly threw some clothes in an overstuffed closet, apologizing for the mess.
"I am sorry about all this junk," he explained, throwing things left and right to clear a path for her, "But with all the homework and hockey practice, I have no time for cleaning!" They laughed together, and they sat down in front of his computer. He opened several files for her, showing her some poems and work that he was doing. She told him to do his homework, that she would sit and read the stories while he worked.
Tom got up, grabbing a book, sitting in his chair to read his social studies assignment. Jill became lost in his literary world, getting deep into several of the stories that he had created. She flew through several short stories, actually impressed with some of the work he had done. As she finished with the opened group of stories, she clicked on the mouse, opening up the main directory.
He sat in the chair, peeking at her every now and then over the top of his book. Their friendship had developed into a great relationship, and he looked at her more as a friend than as a teacher. Just past fourteen years old, his body was raging with hormones, girls being the major focus of most of the boys at the school Due to an all male student body, they all turned to other means of women. Under his mattress sat several well worn copies of Penthouse and Playboy, and he had perfected jerking off into a fine art. He gazed at Jill, wondering what it would be like to be her boyfriend, her body playing a prime role in many of his masturbation fantasies.
She was attractive in an ivory snow, plain sort of way. She had light brown hair that hung just to her shoulders in a conservative cut, and she wore simple makeup. She had a slim body, usually wearing a modest dress or blouse and skirt. She really tried to down play her body, however plain it was. She was worried about causing a distraction to the boys, being one of the only female teachers would obviously place her as a center of attention.
Tom took in the outfit she had on, the loose blouse hanging from her, never really showing the boys what her body was actually like. It was clear that she was not fat like the other women, and what was revealed of her legs was actually pretty nice. She had on a long skirt that hung down to her calves, modest, low heeled shoes on her feet. He always found her attractive, but he never planned on trying anything, she was his teacher.
As the mouse scanned the files on the computer she noticed a sub folder titled "Mr. Double". This was located in his writing directory, and it grabbed her attention. Opening the directory, she noticed a long list of titles, all with weird titles. "Fun with doggies", "Mom's out", "The rainstorm", "My daughter's roommate", and so on. Her curiosity peaked, she continued on, opening a story entitled "Miss Renee".
Opening the file, a disclaimer appeared on top, stating that this story was property of Mr. Double's web site, and that it was copyrighted by author. She made note of the web address, planning to visit the site when she returned to her room, and she began to read the story. She was shocked to find that the story was about a woman seducing a young boy, little Tommy's big cock fucking Miss Renee, his neighbor. She was surprised to find herself turned on by this story, erotica usually not something that she found all that interesting, and she poured over the story.
It was somewhere when Miss Renee actually attacked the young boy, his large cock piercing into her body that Jill realized how hot she was. Her pussy was steaming and damp, her nipples on fire. Due to the living situation at the school, and her focus on work, her sex life had become non existent. Not that she was a raving nymphomaniac, but she enjoyed sex as much as the next person, and she had sampled her share of partners in college. The story made her realize how long it had actually been.
She finished the story, her pussy now soaked, her body dying for relief. She was lucky that the blouse she wore was so loose, otherwise her Tommy would see her erect nipples poking straight at him. As it was, she had all she could do from squirming in her seat in front of him. Giving herself a moment to compose herself, she stood up keeping her back to him.
"Tom, I enjoyed your material, but I need to get back and catch up on my work," she told him, keeping a straight face as her pussy throbbed between her thighs. The look she caught of him did not help all that much either. He had a mop of blonde hair on his head, a fresh face with a firm jaw line, and a great body that was honed from his time on the ice. She knew that he was going to grow into a great man. She wondered how much his cock had developed. "I will see you tomorrow in class, OK?" she finished, desperate to get from his room.
"OK Ms. Esposito, I will see you tomorrow. Thanks for reading," he said, nodding at he as she waved and left. He thought he saw a flush to her face, and he moved over to his computer to see what she had read. The files were all closed, but he opened up Microsoft Word. By clicking on the file menu tab, it listed the four most recent documents that had been read. His cock exploded in his pants when he saw the titles Renee 1, 2, 3, and 4, his favorite fantasy.
He had discovered Mr. Double's web site after reading several posting's on the newsgroups. He was fascinated with the sexual nature of the stories, most of them well written and capturing his interest. It also gave him a new avenue to vent his sexual frustration at being a fourteen year old in an all male institution. Finding the story of Miss Renee had tripled his masturbation activities.
It was a story of an older woman who seduced a young boy named Tommy. Stroking his cock to that story almost every night, he often replaced Miss Renee with his teacher Jill in his mind, thinking that she as the one to seduce him. He wondered what her reaction was going to be to the story as he pulled his cock out, stroking the erect shaft.
He knew that he had a decent sized cock from the comparisons that he had made in the hockey locker room. Although not overly long, his cock was pretty thick, measuring just over seven inches long, and very wide when fully erect. He began to pump his cock as he reread the story, his senses on fire as he thought of Jill sitting in the same chair and reading the story. As his cock neared orgasm, he wondered what she was doing.
Jill had raced to her room, turning on the computer as she slammed the door shut. She logged into the network, typing in the web address for Mr. Double's site. She clicked on all the topics, ending up on a listing of author's. The stories were all of a sexual nature, many of them incestuous, and she read the brief summaries under each author's name. She came upon one story of a swimming coach and her team of swimmers, and she quickly saved it to her computer, logging off of the network.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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