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GeekyLove

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OOC: Closed for hells fury

Tom Grayson had turned eighteen at the beginning of the summer and he was ready to get it over with, finish his last year of school, and get the hell out of this crappy town forever. He couldn't wait to leave this picture perfect epitomy of suburb sprawl. Tom wanted to get out and see the world. Travel and let his talent for writing flourish. Instead he was stuck here for the next few months before he'd be able to go to college and leave for good.

Tom had played the dutiful son role well. He got pretty good grades all A's except for the occassional B. He was clean cut, fairly good looking and popular, and didn't really party. He also hadn't lost his virginity yet. He'd come close at junior prom but she'd backed out at the last second saying she wanted to wait until marriage. Wait until marriage. That's what had been preached in church to Tom and most of the girls he went to school with for their entire lives. But what was a teenage boy with raging hormones to do?

Masturbation had been the only relief thus far along with the occassional feel of a girl's breast while you were making out before she slapped your hand away. Anyway, to say he was sexually repressed was a complete understatement. He just had to wait until college.

Meanwhile, he mowed lawns in the summer trying to save up some money for a better car before he went off to college. He mowed twelve yards a week, but his favorite by far became the home of the new football coach. He'd rarely see the coach as with coaching football and being an assistant coach for the girls' basketball team kept him continually occupied. But he got to see his wife quite frequently.

She might have been the most beautiful woman that Tom had ever seen. She was a brunette with one of the hottest bodies imaginable. And she didn't care to show it off either. Almost everyday that Tom came over to mow the lawn he'd find her laying out by the pool in some very tiny bikinis. She couldn't have been put five-six years older than Tom as she looked like she had just gotten out of college. The new coach was in his early thirties so it was entirely possible that she wasn't much older than college age.

Tom got a crush on her almost immediately and in her skimpy bathing attire it seemed like she encouraged it. He even once thought he saw her wink at him when she saw him looking at her when she laid on her stomach and untied her bikini top. He didn't get to see anything but what he wouldn't have given to see what those breasts had looked like naked. He fantasized about her every night and she'd also served as his muse for the short stories and poems that he would frequenlty write in his spare time.

Anyway, his weekly visits to cut her yard had sustained him throughout another virgin summer. When school started, he figured he'd just have to focus on his studies while occassionally checking out some of the high school girls. On the first day, his last class was his favorite, AP English. He was looking forward to it. He didn't know who the new teacher was since Mrs. Gerald had retired at the end of the previous school year but it looked promising as he read the reading list that had come to him in the mail. They were going to begin the year with The Great Gatsby, one of Tom's favorite novels. He looked at his schedule. The last name of the teacher seemed familiar. It dawned on him just as he entered the room. It was the coach's last name. And she was his teacher!

When she saw him, her expression looked just as suprised as he did.
 
((Mrs. Devaro))

Jade was new in town and she hated that her husband had made her move here. Of course he was doing it in attempts to save their marriage, but she knew that nothing would save them. They fought constantly and Stan her husband hated how she walked around wearing the things that she wore. She could never understand why he hated when other men looked at her, she thought he should take it as a compliment but well he took it the exact opposite way. Their fights kept getting worse and so finally Stan deciding that they were going to move, he had a job offer and he knew that Jade would be able to get a job in the school as well, and then he could keep a better eye on her. Or at least that was what he though.

Getting into their new home Jade had to admit there was one benefit of this house. Which was the pool and of course she enjoyed watching the lawn boy mow her yard. She had to admit he did look good, and she was not that old. She tried to remember why she married someone so older than her, but she remembered being the naive little girl she was in college and she remembered falling for him and then seducing him to sleep with her. She had no idea that he would turn out to be the way that he was now. And if she had know she never would have married the man. But she did enjoy her day's by the pool. Especially when the lawn had to be mowed. It had become so easy to tease the boy and she just could not help the winks she gave him, while softly licking her lips as she un-did her top to her bikini. It was the only fun that she still got to have.

As the first day of school neared Jade planned out her outfit and her lesson plan for her first day at school. She wanted the kids to get a variety of reading in, and she hoped that she could help them to expand their writing abilities and really bring out their true talents. Smiling she went to bed that night and slept peacefully. Stan slept on the other side of the bed and they did not even touch. She remembered when they could not keep their hands off of each other, but now it seemed they could not get away from one another quick enough.

Getting ready for work Jade pulled on her tight business skirt and her cute whit top that dipped a little in the front. She hated wearing things tight to her neck so she had to have a little of a dip, even if Stan hated it she really did not care. Pulling on her suit jacket she smiled and fixed her hair and then did her make up. She loved how her hair fell perfectly around her shoulders and she loved the way it drove Stan nuts that she would not go to work looking like shit. Pulling on her pumps she grabbed her bag and headed out. Her and Stan drove separately, she preferred going fast as he preferred going slower. Smiling as she arrived at the school she giggled as she noticed the boys starring at her.

The day seemed to fly by, the worst part was lunch and that was because she had to deal with Stan hounding her about her clothes and about dressing a little less revealing than what she did. It pissed her off to the extreme but she would save that for later. As sixth hour rolled around and her cute little lawn boy walked in to her class her eyes went a little wide at first before she smiled softly and just nodded her head. As the class filled in she smiled and looked around. There were not many students she had about 13 in this hour and that was her smallest class yet. Surprisingly the class was mostly boys, there were 8 boys and 5 girls. Smiling she looked around the room.

"Alright everyone...I am Mrs. Devaro....But you can all call me Mrs. D...Now I sent out our reading list for this semester. I hope that you all had time to look over the list. Did anyone start to read the books the list yet?"

As she spoke she kept her voice calm and happy. Smiling she walked around to the front of her desk and sat down on top of it crossing her legs. She waited to hear from the class as she sat there. She highly doubted anyone had started reading yet, but she could not help but to ask.
 
Tom couldn't believe his luck that Mrs. Devaro, or Mrs. D as she evidently wanted to be referred to as, was his English teacher. English was his favorite subject and would be even moreso this year. The wonderful sight of her in class every day was going to make him look forward to his last class even more than usual.

She was dressed more conservatively than he was used to--It would have definitely violated dress code if she had come to school dressed as he was used to seeing her during the summer--but she was still just as beautiful in her skirt and dress blouse, which although conservative enough for any school teacher displayed her body beautifully. He was thankful that he sat near the front as he usually did in classes because it gave him a good view of her nice young legs displayed so well as she sat on her desk and crossed them.

She asked if anyone had begun to read the books from the list that the school had mailed to them. Tom and a couple of the girls in the class raised their hands in aknowledgement. It was AP after all. Tom had actually already read a couple things on the list already before receiving the list since he was a very voracious reader. He noticed Mrs. D smiled at each of them and Tom thought at him in particular. She then began to go over the course syllabus, expectations, and everything else. She stood up and wrote some things on the board at the front of the room at one point which gave Tom a wonderful view of her backside that was well-displayed in the somewhat tight skirt. He found himself lost in her through the entire class which flew by too fast to Tom's liking. He enjoyed everything about her. Her legs crossed as she sat atop her desk. The soft seductive voice that demonstrated that she knew even more about literature than Tom. The peppermint scent that Tom got a whiff of when she walked by his desk a couple of times. The sexy librarian's glasses she donned when she needed to read something. The way she left the top button of her blouse unbuttoned. The bell rang and he grinned shyly at her as he walked out. He didn't have the courage to say anything to her.

Later that night, he got into his bed clad in only his boxer shorts and began to think of her like he had many models and actresses like Gisele Bundchen or Anne Hathaway. He soon took of his boxers and began to imagine her as he stroked his cock. He imagined what she might wear to school the next day. What he had seen her wear that summer. What he imagined she wore underneath her clothes. How she would look without any clothes. He imagined her in his bed next to him. Her hands instead of his own stroking his cock. Her lips around it sucking it. Her pussy lips taking it all in. He squeezed her breasts. Licked her pussy. They made love passionately. Like animals. Like lovers. Her on top. Him on top. Doggy style. His mind bounced from one image of another but all involving her as he approached climax. Soon, it was more than he could take and he reached for some kleenex to squirt into. It wasn't enough as his hand brought him to a greater orgasm than he had ever had before and he shot his cum further than he ever had before.

"Oh, Mrs. D!!" He whispered as his load shot out of him.

He then got up and cleaned up the mess before settling down to sleep. As hard as it was to believe, he was going to get to see her the next day as well. He went to sleep motivating himself to be her best student that year.
 
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