Archive-name: First/teachng1.txt
Archive-author: Day Dreamer
Archive-title: Teaching the Teacher - 1
World War II was just over and Joey Lassister, like many other
veterans, had recently returned home. Even though he was techni-
cally a veteran, he didn't really feel like one. He had joined
the Army in his senior year of high school and only spent a
little more than two years in service, none of which involved
combat. Nonetheless, there he was, with mustering-out pay in his
pocket and no goals in life. He figured the best thing to do
before deciding about the rest of his life was to finish high
school. He checked with his old high school principal and was
told that if he took senior English, Algebra and History, the
principal would see that Joey got his diploma after just one
semester. That sounded good to Joey, and he enrolled for the
upcoming spring semester of high school.
Joey's History and Algebra classes were taught by old maid
teachers well past retirement age, and they were dull, dull,
dull. To compound the problem, even though Joey was only about
three years older than the other seniors, he felt like an old man
among kids. He couldn't even get interested in any of the girls;
they all acted like giggling little kids. The only thing that
made school bearable for Joey was his English class and its
teacher--Birdie Harman.
Birdie, or Miss Harman as students were required to address her,
was a 21-year-old fresh out of teacher's college. Joey's class
was her first teaching assignment, and even though she seemed a
little nervous at teaching students only a little younger than
herself, she knew all the latest techniques and was able to make
English interesting. Joey, though, was more interested in Birdie
Harman than he was in English.
Birdie had a dynamite body. She was about five-foot-one and,
just like the cigarette ads of the time said: so round, so firm,
so fully packed. She couldn't have weighed over 105 pounds, and
every one of them was in the right place. Her breasts were just
right--firm little half-melon handfuls that bounced a little as
she walked about the room but didn't sag one inch. Further down,
her ass was sheer perfection. When she turned around to write on
the blackboard, the beautiful globes jiggled just a little and
made little twisting motions as she moved her hands across the
board. That ass rounded down into shapely thighs and then into
calves that had just enough muscle showing to send Joey into
daydreams of them wrapped around him tightly as they would make
love. Joey chose a seat on the first row of the classroom right
in front of her desk so that he could get as good a view as
possible.
Joey could tell from the way Birdie moved and walked and sat that
she was in touch with her body. She always seemed to be a little
tense, to be holding herself in tight rein, and Joey sensed a
suppressed sensuality that seemed to ooze from her every pore.
Even though the book, "The Sensuous Woman" hadn't been written
yet, that was exactly how Joey thought of her. Often as she
stood before the class talking, one of her hands would stroke
down her side, caressing her hip. Sometimes she would even move
a hand behind her and lightly stroke her buttocks. Joey longed
for it to be his hands doing the stroking, to be lightly tracing
the contours of that magnificently sculptured ass.
Joey was so turned on by Miss Harman's body that he kept at least
a semi-erection, and sometimes a full hard-on, all the way
through class. Joey worried that she would notice since he sat
on the first row, but she never seemed to show a reaction. An
incident occured one day, though, that did produce a reaction.
That was the day Birdie sat on the edge of the desk right in
front of him and crossed her legs. Joey had a quick glimpse of
thigh all the way to her crotch, her lace-trimmed black panties
hitting him right between the eyes. They hit him right between
the legs, too. His penis grew instantly erect, running seven
inches down the inside of his leg and swelling out his tight-
fitting Chinos. Birdie saw it, too, because her face flushed a
little and she stumbled in what she was saying to the class.
Luckily, the bell rang then, and they were both spared any more
of the moment's embarrassment.
Birdie had one major problem, though--her looks ended at her
neck. Even though she had a body that wouldn't quit, her face
wasn't anywhere near a close match. She wasn't really ugly, mind
you--not that traditional clock-stopper--it was just that her
features were put together wrong. Each one would have been okay
by itself, but taken together, the result was not very
successful. Her face just wasn't in harmony with the rest of
her.
Even so, Joey didn't let her face bother him. He had fallen in
love with Birdie Harman's body, and he was so enamored of it that
he was willing to take the face along with it. He often sat in
class, watching that body in motion, and daydreamed of their
being in bed, wrapped in each other's arms, body to body, merged
together in passionate sexual union. The hard-ons caused by
those daydreams sometimes caused a wet spot on his trousers leg
from pre-cum oozing out. Joey sometimes worried that she would
notice, but he was often so caught up in his daydreams that he
was past caring. His English lessons may have suffered, but his
daydream love-life prospered enormously.
Joey found out where Birdie lived and sometimes on Friday and
Saturday nights he would park down the street from her place to
see if she were having dates. Not once did he see her with a
date. She didn't even seem to have any girl friends, and the few
times she went to a movie, she went alone. Joey believed she
must be lonely and began to feel sorry for her. There she was
with that gorgeous body that needed stroking, a friendly person
with a good personality, but a face that seemed to keep boys
away.
One night when Joey was parked near Birdie's place, he could see
the light shining out of an open window. He had never been a
window peeper before, but the open window offered an opportunity
for voyeurism that he couldn't resist. Like iron filings drawn
to a magnet, the open window drew him. He slipped out of the
car, crept into the dark space between houses, and stooped under
her window. Very carefully, he edged one eye up to take a look.
There stood Birdie, dressed in a dressing robe, apparently
getting ready for bed. Even though the beauty of her body was
evident under the robe, what really got Joey's attention was what
she had in her hand: a piece of carved wood about eight inches
long and shaped like a man's hard penis. He saw Birdie run her
hand up and down its length, caressing it. Then she put the end
of it in her mouth, the end shaped like the bulging head of a
penis, and sucked on it like a popsicle. Joey was electrified
with eroticism and his penis grew as hard as the piece of wood
Birdie held in her hand. My God, Joey thought, maybe she's going
to fuck herself with that imitation prick. He could hardly wait
to see such a vision--he could already imagine Birdie stripping
off her robe and gown and with legs spread wide apart, cramming
that wooden dick into her pussy. He was in for a disappointment,
though, because Birdie turned out the lights and came over to the
window and drew the curtains. All Joey could do was listen, as
soft moans came drifting out the window.
The sound of Birdie's pleasure inflamed Joey, making him shake
with desire. With trembling hands he unbuttoned his trousers and
managed to work his rigid penis out of its confinement.
Squeezing and stroking it gently, he imagined that it was what
was causing Birdie to sigh and moan. As Birdie's moaning
increased in intensity, Joey's pleasure mounted. He blasted a
splotch of come over the side of Birdie's house just as she
gasped, "Ahhhh, yessss, yesssssssss!"
The next day's English class was sheer agony for Joey. He sat
there in front of Birdie and the sounds she had made the night
before played over and over again in his mind. Her appearance
gave no hint of the passion that rocked her the previous night--
she was once again the proper school teacher. Joey knew, though,
that there was a smouldering fire under that facade of school
teacher propriety. He ached to merge that fire with his flaming
desires, to build such a heated conflagration of love that they
both could burn away their passions. At that point Joey had only
one goal--to find a way to replace Birdie's artificial cock with
his real live one.
Joey waiting around after class until all the other students had
left and then approached Birdie's desk. "Miss Harman," he said,
"I'm having a real problem with conjugations. I just can't seem
to get the hang of 'to be' and 'to lie.' Do you think you might
be able to help me with those?"
"Sure, I'll be glad to," she said, with a smile. "Why don't you
come by here after school and we'll spend a little time on them."
"Oh, Gee," he lied, "I have a job that I have to get to right
after school. I get off about six, though. Do you think we
might be able to do it some evening?"
"Well, I don't know," she said, "the school is closed after about
five o'clock."
"I could come to your house, if that would help," Joey said with
a straight face. The conversation was leading to just where he
wanted it to go, and he didn't want to jeopardize what gains he
had already made by any show of emotion.
"I'm not sure about that," Birdie said with a slight frown.
"There's pretty much of an unwritten rule that women teachers
aren't supposed to have male students alone in their homes."
"Who's to know the difference?" Joey asked. "You and I are about
the same age, and if anyone saw me they would probably think I
was just your date coming to see you. Tell you what, why don't I
just be your date? That way you won't even have to worry about
that rule."
Birdie blushed just a little bit and with a soft conspiratorial
laugh said, "Okay, you can be my...my date."
"Great!" he said. "I'll come by around eight tonight if that's
okay."
"Eight for a date--that sounds like a good time," Birdie said,
with a smile that made her whole face glow.
Joey asked her for her address, not wanting her to know that he
had been spying on her. She wrote it out on a slip of paper for
him and he left the room, his heart almost skipping beats at the
thought of being able to be alone with Birdie.
* * * * *
Joey was at Birdie's at eight o'clock sharp and knocked on her
door. It opened immediately upon the first knock. Birdie had on
a dress Joey had not seen before. It was amber colored and shiny
like satin. Far more sexy than anything she had ever worn to
class, it clung to and revealed every inch of her body.
"Come on in, Mr. Lassiter," she said. "You're right on time."
"Please, can't you just call me 'Joey' like all my friends do?"
he asked.
"Okay, 'Joey' it is. And since we're about the same age, if you
want to call me 'Birdie' outside of class, that'll suit me too,"
she said. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable in that chair
while I go get my conjugation drill papers."
In a few minutes Birdie returned and sat on the sofa facing Joey.
She went over conjugation rules and they drilled on them for
several minutes. Joey pretended to stumble and be confused about
them in order to keep up the pretense of his visit, but soon
showed improvement. "That wasn't as hard as I imagined it to
be," he said. "You make it so simple the way you just explained
that I believe I've finally caught on to it. Thanks so much for
the special lesson. It's really going to help me."
"I'm always willing to help a student who really wants to learn,"
Birdie replied, with a little smile.
Having gotten the seeming purpose of Joey's visit accomplished,
an awkward silence fell upon them. Joey broke the silence by
saying, "You know, Birdie, I liked the idea of this being a
date," He looked Birdie directly in the eyes as he said this, a
gentle smile on his lips.
Birdie's face colored a little and she looked down, breaking
their eye contact. "Yes, me too," she said. "I've never had a
date before, and I kind of pretended to myself that this was a
real date, not just a tutoring session."
"You're serious? You really never have had a date before? What
about your senior prom?" Joey asked increduously.
"My senior prom? My father paid one of my cousins from a nearby
town to take me to the senior prom. He spent most of the night
dancing with all the pretty girls and left me sitting by a wall,"
Birdie replied, a trace of bitterness in her voice.
"But, why? I don't understand," Joey said.
Birdie stood up and walked over and faced a mirror that was
hanging on her wall. "Joey, you've got eyes. This mirror
doesn't lie. A belle of the ball I ain't."
Joey stood up just behind her, his face next to hers in the
mirror. "Okay, you're not the prettiest girl around, but you're
sure not ugly, either. Besides, you've got a great personality
and one of the most beautiful bodies I ever seen on a woman," he
said, placing his hands on her waist.
"I guess no one has noticed," Birdie replied, with a sad little
smile.
"Well, I notice," Joey said, turning her around to face him.
She stood there facing him, so vulnerable yet so needing. "If
you've never had a date, then that means you've never been
kissed, doesn't it?"
"No, I've never been kissed," she said in a little whisper.
"Then it's time you learned. For a change, the student will have
a chance to teach the teacher."
"Joey, you won't talk about this, will you?"
"I don't kiss and tell," Joey replied.
"Then, yes. Yes, Joey, teach the teacher."
Joey drew Birdie up closer to him and lowered his lips to hers.
Her eyes were open wide and she was trembling just a little. She
closed her eyes just as their lips touched, but the tremble
continued. Joey wrapped one arm around her shoulders and the
other around her waist and pulled her body against his own. The
soft mounds of her breasts pressed against his chest and he could
feel the rapid beat of her heart through the contact. Her lips
were soft and the kiss was long and tender. She drew back and
with her eyes still closed, breathed a long slow sigh.
"Ummmmmnn, yesss. I think I like kissing," she murmured.
Joey's lowered his lips to hers again and he pulled her body back
against his. This time she reciprocated, one arm going around
Joey's neck and the other across his back. Joey spread his lips
slightly and extended his tongue, using it to rub lightly across
Birdie's lips and then inbetween them. She opened her lips a
little, allowing the tip of his tongue to enter her mouth. In an
almost cautious manner, she lightly touched the tip of her tongue
against his. The effect was electrifying. Birdie took a deep
breath and tightened her arms around Joey even more. He spread
his lips even wider and ran his tongue fully into her mouth,
brushing against hers and wetly caressing it. She responded by
returning the action. Soon their bodies were tightly pressed
against each other, their mouths fully opened, tongues swirling
and making love to each other.
Joey's body had long since reacted to the sexual stimulus and his
cock was rigid and throbbing, bulging out the front of his
trousers. Joey wanted her to feel what she was doing to him and
pushed his hips against hers, his rock-hard organ pressing
against her just above the juncture of legs and torso. She
responded by pressing back, letting Joey know without words that
she knew what had happened to him and approved.
Joey ran his hand down Birdie's back and lightly stroked her
magnificent ass. Now it was his hand caressing her buttocks, not
her own. The daydreams that filled Joey's mind when he was in
her class were becoming reality. He kneaded the firm globes of
her buttocks and ran his fingers into the crease that separated
them. Only the barrier of her dress prevented his hand from
further exploration of her nether region. Birdie made soft
moaning growly sounds as Joey made love with his hand to the
quivering melons of her ass.
Joey lowered his other hand to her buttocks and holding one in
each hand, he pulled her sex hard against his bulging front.
Birdie could feel every throb of his pulsing cock as it pounded
in desire for the body pressed against it. Birdie made little
circling motions with her hips and ground herself against Joey's
outward jutting manhood. He moaned involuntarily, his pleasure
center stimulated by the motions of her sex moving against his.
She finally broke their lips apart and holding her cheek against
his, murmured, "Oh, God, Joey! All the things I've been
missing."
"You don't have to miss them anymore," he answered softly into
her ear.
"I don't know anything, Joey. I've only read about love, I've
never experienced it. You're going to have teach me. I want to
know it ALL. I want to learn EVERYTHING. Joey, will you teach
me about loving?"
Joey answered by lowering his lips and kissing her again. He
dropped one arm behind her knees and without breaking the kiss
lifted her up into his arms. Briefly, he broke the kiss and
whispered, "Where's your bedroom?" She pointed to an open
doorway and Joey carried her through it, their lips once again
joining. The only sound was that of Birdie's shoes falling to
the floor as she kicked them off.
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2
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