Caught In The Act (closed for CelticGoddess)

[Dr_O]

Caught In The Act (closed for CelticGodess)

Jim had heard the expression about ears burning, but now he actually felt heat radiating from his ears as he held his head in his hands.

He felt completely, hopelessly humiliated. Just two days ago, his life had been pretty good. He had recently turned 18, he was cruising through his last semester at City High, and he had already been accepted to the honors program at Capital State next fall. He wasn't one of the super-popular kids like the jocks and the cheerleaders, but he got along well with just about everyone at school. And he had been dating Lisa, his first girlfriend, for almost six months, and she was really cute and a lot of fun. They were both seniors and didn't have to worry much about schoolwork, so they hung out all the time.

Sometimes, when Jim dropped Lisa off after a date, her parents would already be asleep, and she would sneak him into her house to watch TV down in her basement. They would make out, and she would lay her body on top of his, kissing him deeply, moaning when his tongue pushed into her mouth. She would let him slide his hands down over her jeans and squeeze her tight bottom, and sometimes, she would let him reach under her shirt and bra and feel her bare breasts. His penis would rise, his erection straining against his jeans, and although they never talked about it, Jim knew Lisa could feel his hard-on pressing against her pelvis. He was in heaven.

But all that changed yesterday. Jim went over to Lisa's house after school, and she was the only one home. They made out in the basement for about twenty minutes, and then Lisa had to leave to go to soccer practice. She told Jim he could stay and play video games as long as he was gone before her mom got home at five o'clock. She kissed him and left him in her basement.

Jim had more than an hour to himself and he had an insistent, throbbing erection in his pants. Instead of playing video games, he walked up the basement stairs and down the hall to Lisa's room. Her computer was on, and Jim sat down and started surfing the web. He was still turned on from feeling Lisa's body pressed against his, and before long, he was browsing adult websites and watching porn videos. He found one he really liked -- a petite brunette on her knees, talking dirty to the camera as she stroked and sucked an anonymous cock. As Jim watched, he pulled his own dick out of his pants and started to stroke it, matching his hand movements to the brunette's.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened. Lisa walked in, saw him sitting at her desk, and froze with a horrified look on her face. She had forgotten her shin guards, and now she forgot them again, because there was Jim with his prick in his hand, jacking off to porn on her computer. She gasped and covered her face with her hands, then ran from the room. Jim was mortified. He jumped up and went after her, stuffing his penis back in his pants as he went. He saw Lisa disappear down the basement stairs and called after her -- "Lisa, wait!" -- but she ignored him. He started to walk down the stairs himself, but she screamed at him from below:

"Get OUT of my house, Jim. NOW! How could you do something so DISGUSTING? And in MY ROOM?!? Don't EVER talk to me again, Jim. GET OUT!"

Jim slunk out of Lisa's house and went home. He already felt guilty when he masturbated -- he had heard all the sermons at church about "gazing on a woman with lust in his heart" -- but now, he was distraught. Lisa was disgusted by him and she had just dumped him for jerking off in her bedroom. Jim couldn't really blame her. He was a pervert, a complete deviant. He wondered if he was going to hell.

The next day at school, things got even worse. It seemed like Lisa had told everyone she had caught Jim playing with himself. He could see the other kids staring at him when he walked by, snickering and pointing. One of the football players saw him in the hall and said loudly, "Hey there Jim! Or... should I call you Jack?" He was making a wanking motion with his hand. Everyone around him laughed. During lunch, when Jim was emptying his tray, one of the cheerleaders asked him if he was a big Michael Jackson fan, then said, "Well, I already know you like 'Beat It.'" More laughter. Jim almost just walked out of school, but something made him decide to stay. He didn't want to admit how humiliated he was.

That's why he was sitting in Miss Walters' English class, his last of the day, with his head in his hands. He didn't want to hear any more stupid masturbation jokes and he just wanted the bell to ring so he could go home. Normally, English was his favorite class -- Miss Walters was young and pretty and she loved great books just as much as he did. But today, he just sat there with his head down, counting the minutes until 2:55.

 

[CelticGodess]

Heather Walters

Heather Walters was a recent graduate from Capital State and had landed her dream job. She was teaching English at a local high school and loved every minute of it.

She loved getting up every morning knowing that she would be able to look at some really nice eye candy. There was nothing better than the rock hard body of 18 year old flesh.

Heather had grown up in an enviromet where sex and sexuality were open topics. Sex was seen as a natural and beautiful thing, something that should be explored and experimented with. "Life is too short to not have fun, but be careful," her mom had been fond of saying. So, when she graduated from high school and went to college, Heather had done just that.

She had experimented with guys and girls, sometimes even at the same time. She was open to all possibilites, but was by no means a slut. She had been very selective and because of that, she had developed some really good "friends with benefits"

Smoothing down the tight skirt she wore and pulling down the tight little sweater she wore, she rose from her desk and walked out her door. Standing 5' 8" in her heels, her long hair cascading down her back, she waited in the hall for her last class of the day to file into the room. She was in the habit of greeting each and everyone of them as they entered, shaking and hands and telling each individual one "hello". To her this let them know that they weren't just a number to her, that she truly cared about each one.

That was strange. Jim, one of her favorite students, just walked right past her and sat down. He usually wanted to talk for a minute but not today. Today, he went to his desk and seemed to hide behind his hands, slinking down in his chair trying to be invisible.

As classed progressed, she heard little comments her and there about calling him "Jack" and something about Micheal Jackson. Each comment would cause others to laugh and for Jim to sink even lower. As soon as the last bell ran, he bolted out of the class before she could say anything to him.

As she worked out at the gym later, her mind traveled back to Jim. She was worried. He was never that quiet or with drawn, something must be going on. Maybe he didn't get accepted to Capital like he wanted or maybe there was a problem with him and his girlfirend Lisa, or as Heather thought of her, the tease?

When she finished her workout, and was showering, she reached a decision. She was going to go to Jim's house and see if she could talk to him. After dressing in a pair of shorts and t-shirt and pulling her hair back into a ponytail, she looked up his address in his school records on her laptop and headed straight there.

"Jim, I couldn't help but notice you seemed a little upset in class today? I was worried about you, so I came over to see if there was anything I could do." she said as soon as he opened the door, resting her hand on his firm bicep. "You can tell me anything, I hope you know that."

 

[Dr_O]

As soon as the bell rang, Jim rushed to the exit and drove himself home. He normally would stay after English class to talk to Miss Walters for a few minutes, usually about whatever book the class was reading at the time. She loved to talk about great writing, and her face would light up and her eyes would sparkle when she talked about the way certain authors could describe scenes so vividly that you felt like you were there, in the story with the characters.

Miss Walters was Jim's favorite teacher, and it wasn't just because she was beautiful and loved great literature just like he did. They actually had a lot of other things in common. She had just graduated from Capital State two years ago, and when she saw that Jim was such a talented and thoughtful writer, she had encouraged him to apply to the honors program. Jim hadn't even known there was an honors program at Cap State and he certainly didn't think he was qualified, but just last week, he had gotten his acceptance letter, and the Dean had specifically mentioned that he had great potential as a writer.

Jim had wanted to tell Miss Walters right away, but he didn't want to seem like he was bragging. The truth was, he felt a little awkward around her. She was so pretty, and so smart, and so sexy, and she really seemed to like him. Jim knew he had a big crush on her, but he also knew he was just a kid and that she was nice to everyone.

When Jim got home, he shoved open the back door and slung his backpack on to the couch. Neither of his parents would be home for a couple of hours, but that was just as well, because he didn't feel like talking to anyone.

Great, just great, he thought to himself. For the rest of the year, I'm going to be Jack, the perv who beats it to porn in his girlfriend's room. He put his hands on his forehead, then walked back to his bedroom and flopped down on the bed.

He wondered if he could talk things through with Lisa. I could just tell her that she turns me on so much, I had to do something about it. He smiled ruefully. Yeah, that'll work, he thought. Every girl's romantic dream, to know her boyfriend jerks off when he thinks about her. He shook his head. And she probably thinks I was cheating on her, looking at the porn sluts on the computer. Maybe I WAS cheating on her, he thought.

He wished there were some way he could apologize and get back together with her. He didn't want to marry her or anything, and he had figured they would break up when they left for college at the end of the summer, but he was really looking forward to the summer. Going to the beach and seeing her tight little body in a bikini, hanging out and going to movies, and feeling her on top of him down in her parents' basement. He remembered how her ass felt under his hands, how excited he had been the first time he had touched her naked breasts. They were so soft and smooth, and he had felt her tiny nipples rise and harden when he brushed his fingertips over them.

Jim felt his cock stiffen in his pants, but he tried to ignore it. You've already gotten me into enough trouble, dick, he thought to himself. But he kept thinking about Lisa and that couch in her basement. Yesterday, she had been wearing her gym clothes for soccer practice, and Jim could feel every curve of her body as she lay on top of him. He had caressed her butt over the thin, flimsy material of her gym shorts, and at one point, he had let his fingers drift underneath the bottom of her shorts. Holding his breath, he slid his fingers under the elastic of her panties, and for the first time in his life, he felt the smooth skin of a girl's bare bottom. He felt his heart pounding in his chest and his dick pounding in his jeans. Lisa had left his hand there for just a minute, but then she squeezed his wrist, stood up and said she had to get to practice.

Now, lying in his bed, Jim realized that he had slipped his hand down inside his jeans and was absently fondling his cock. He still felt so embarrassed and ashamed, but he kept thinking about Lisa and the elastic of her panties. He pushed his pants and boxers down and started to stroke his cock, imagining that she let him slide his hands all the way inside her underwear and feel her bare ass with both hands. His cock was now rock hard as he stroked it, imagining Lisa looking him in the eyes and saying, "Go ahead, it's okay. You can take my clothes off. You can do whatever you want with me."

He pumped his shaft faster, thinking about seeing Lisa naked, wondering what it would be like to slide his fingers between her legs. He felt his balls tighten and his cock throb in his hand, and he knew he would cum soon.

Suddenly, he heard a knock on the front door. What the hell? He had no idea who that might be. He jumped to his feet and pulled his pants back up. "This is becoming a pattern," he muttered under his breath. He looked at himself in the mirror and decided he was okay. He still had a full erection and you could see a bulge in his jeans, but only if you were really looking. It would be hard to notice.

He quickly walked to the door and opened it, and his jaw dropped. There on his doorstep was Miss Walters, his English teacher. He couldn't imagine why she would be there. And then he noticed that she looked different than he had ever seen her before. Her hair was back in a ponytail and she was wearing what looked like workout clothes. Jim couldn't help but notice her breasts pushing out against her t-shirt and her toned, muscular legs. She was every bit a woman, and he was just a stupid kid with a stupid look on his face. And a massive boner in his pants.

He stuttered and stammered as he tried to figure out what to say. "Miss -- Miss Walters? Um, what are you doing here?" Smooth, Jim.

He tried to concentrate and make his hard-on go down as he listened to her tell him that he seemed down, and that she was worried about him. But then she put her hand on his arm, and his cock sprang back to full attention. This is just what I need, he thought to himself, awkwardly trying to pull his shirt down over the bulge in his jeans. Now all the students AND all the teachers will be talking about Jack, The Pervert Formerly Known As Jim.

He tried to listen to what she was saying. "You can tell me anything, I hope you know that," she said. He cringed a little bit. No, not anything, Miss Walters, he thought. Something tells me you would not be interested in hearing about me jerking off to porn.

He looked down at the floor. "Um, well, uh, it's nothing, really," he said, mumbling. "Lisa, she, uh... well, she sort of broke up with me yesterday. And I'm, uh, you know, pretty bummed about it today, but hey, I'll get over it. It's no big deal. Just high school stuff."

Why did she come to my house to talk about this? he wondered. Why does she even care? Why is she dressed like that?

Jim looked up at her, fidgeting nervously.

 

[CelticGodess]

"Um, well, uh, it's nothing, really," he said, mumbling. "Lisa, she, uh... well, she sort of broke up with me yesterday. And I'm, uh, you know, pretty bummed about it today, but hey, I'll get over it. It's no big deal. Just high school stuff."

So that's what it was. The same ole thing. He probably wanted sex and she refused to put out. But, I bet she teased him real good, she thought. Why do girls have to be so fickle?

She remembered what it was like for some of her guy friends in high school. They would constantly talk about how girls would only let them go so far and then back off. She had talked to her older brother, Mike, alot about it to. He had explained how rough it was for a guy, how if they jacked themselves off they were considered pervs and if they tried to get in a girls pants then they were a sex maniac. "To bad more kids don't have parents like ours Heath, then maybe people wouldn't be so up tight." Mike always seemed to get right to the point.

Standing there watching Jim squirm brought back alot of those memories of her first time with a boy and what a disaster it was. The boy she was dating knew nothing about stimulation, teasing or even how to excite a girl. He had been a "wham-bam" kind of guy. AS soon as she had gotten her clothes off, all he wanted to do was stick it in. It had been horrible. Then, when she had gotten to college she met Renee and Jake. Now there was a couple that knew how to awaken a body. Renee had showed her how to not only arouse a male, but how to make her own body feel fantastic. Renee had been the only female she had been with and probably ever would be. Jake had been her boyfriend at the time and the three of them had been inseperable. Jake had taught her not only how to make love to someone, but how to have the kind of sex that is hot, wild, and completely satisfying.

As she stood there watching him figit, she couldn't help but take a real hard look at him. He was a really nice looking guy. She could see muscle definition across his chest and down his abs as he began to try and pull his shirt over the top of his jeans. It was then that she noticed the bulge protruding from the front of his jeans.

She almost began to salivate just looking at the outline of him. Change your train of thought Heather, she thought, remember he is a student But he is 18, so he is legal.

"Look Jim, I'm not sure what happened between the two of you. But, I can tell you this. Being 18 is hard. You are just starting to really understand who you are as a person and what you truly want sexually. For girls it's a little harder. They are taught that sex is a bad thing and something to be avoided, and boys, well you guys are taught that if your 18 you shouldn't be a virgin. It's a double edge sword I'm afraid. But sex is a natural and beautiful act that should be shared." she said, sliding her hand into his, trying to force his eyes up to meet hers. "I truly hope things work out and if you need to talk, I'm always here."

Letting go of his hand, she reached into her purse and pulled out a pen. "Give me your hand." she grabbed his hand and flipped it over so that it was palm up. She couldn't help but notice how strong it seemed against her tiny one. "Here is my cell phone number and my home phone. Call me anytime if you want to talk."

 

[Dr_O]

Jim stood on his front porch, holding his hand out in midair, completely dumbfounded.

What the hell just happened?

Miss Walters -- his extremely hot 24-year-old 12th grade English teacher, Miss Walters -- had just shown up at his front door, saying something about sex and about him being a virgin. Is it that obvious?!? She had touched him THREE TIMES and then wrote her phone number on his hand. Correction: TWO phone numbers on his hand.

It all happened too fast for Jim to process. He was still trying to figure out why on earth she was AT HIS HOUSE when she turned and jumped off his porch, heading back to her car. Without even thinking about it, just because he was an 18-year-old boy, he looked down and stared at her ass as she walked away. She was wearing thin little running shorts -- a lot like the ones Lisa had been wearing yesterday -- but Miss Walters' shorts were a little tighter than Lisa's. They were tight enough that Jim could see her buns moving up and down as she walked away. It occurred to Jim that Miss Walters' ass might be a little tighter than Lisa's, too.

Just then Miss Walters turned around and waved goodbye, and Jim was still watching her butt wiggle in her shorts. He quickly looked away, like he was intently studying the trees across the street, but he was pretty sure she had seen what he was looking at. Busted. Way to go, Jack the Perv. He waved back and watched her drive away, then turned and wandered back into the house.

Jim walked back into his bedroom and sat down on his bed again. He held up his hand and looked at Miss Walters' two phone numbers. He tried to replay the conversation in his head. What did she say about 'understanding myself sexually?' What did she say about me being a virgin? Or not being a virgin? Did she really say sex is a beautiful thing? Why was she telling me all those things?

What was she doing at my house in the first place?!?

He sat there on his bed for a minute. He thought he felt a little dizzy. He looked at the writing on his hand again.

What the hell just happened?

 

[CelticGodess]

She knew he was watching her as she walked to her car, so she rocked her hips just a little bit sure to draw his attention to her ass. Heather be careful. He maybe 18, but he is inexperienced. You need to take it slow.

She waved to him as she turned, got in her car and drove to her house. Setting her purse and keys down by the front door, she walked into the kitchen, poured herself a glass of wine and took a deep cleansing breathe.

She was thinking of JIm as she walked out to her back porch and sat down, watching the sun set. She loved the view from her patio and enjoyed her time just sitting here and relaxing. Her mind began to wander and her thoughts returned to Jim. He reminded her of Jake. His build, his mannerisms, even his shyness, although when you got Jake into a bedroom, his was anything but shy. Maybe that was why she had been drawn to him, not to mention his love of writing. And he was good. She had even contacted a couple of her old professors about him and written a letter of recommendation for him so he could attend Cap State. She hoped he got in.
Okay, think this through. Yes, he is 18. But he is a student, at least for the next few months. You have to tread lightly. You don't want to scare him off. But, the things you could teach him.

She thought about calling Renee and Jake. She hadn't talked to or seen them since their wedding almost 6 months ago. They had gotten married right after graduation and then she had started her new job. Although they still talked either by email or by phone, there just never seemed to be any time to get together.

The weather chilled as the sun sank lower in the sky causing her nipples to become taut as a breeze blew over them. She stood and walked back into the house, heading for her bedroom.

As she sat on her bed and began to indress for bed, her mind drifted to the last night she had shared with Renee and Jake. She began to think of Jake's hands as they caressed her skin as Renee used her very talented mouth on her pussy. Heather laid back on the bed and began to fondle her breasts as she let her mind take over. She brusshed her hand over her already sensitve nipples, drawing the tip in between her thumb and forefinger, pinching it, making it harder before playing with the other.
She could feel her self becoming wet and allowed her hand to trail down her stomach towards her aching center. Reaching over to her night stand, she took out her favorite vibrator and set it beside her on the bed.
It was the length and width of Jake himself and always made her cum. He had bought it for her her junior year in college for her birthday. Wetting her fingers with her mouth, she started trailing her fingers up and down her slit, teasing herself. Slowly she inserted one finger inside her, drawing it in and out of her body causing more and more moisture to form. As her sensations increased, she instered a second and then a third, stretching herself to accomidate the vibrator. She had just turned it on and was sliding it in and out of her aching pussy when the phone rang.

Controlling her breathing, she answered it as she kept fucking herself with the fake cock deep inside her.
she said, hoping her voice sounded at least semi-normal as she got closer and closer to reaching her climax.
"Hello"

 

[Dr_O]

Jim knew it was going to take some time for him to sort out Miss Walters' surprise visit to his house. He needed to clear his head, so he went down into his basement to work out. First he did some military-style pushups, clapping his hands together on each rep. He was able to do 35 of them, more than he had ever done before. Then he hanged from the main water pipe in the ceiling and did 24 pullups. Another personal record. Finally, he skipped rope for 30 minutes, feeling the muscles in his legs respond powerfully on each jump. Normally he was exhausted by the time he finished jumping rope, but today he felt like he could keep going for at least another half hour.

Must be all this sexual frustration, he thought to himself. Well, at least there's something good about it. I feel like a superhero right now.

He felt better about things as he showered and got dressed. Soon his parents both got home from work, and he decided not to even mention Lisa or his terrible day at school during dinner. Things are going to be all right, he told himself.

When he sat down to do his homework, though, Jim couldn't concentrate. He couldn't stop thinking about Miss Walters. Why had she come to his house, instead of just talking to him at school? Why did she keep mentioning sex? Did she know about him jacking off? His face flushed bright red. I would die if she found out about that, he thought. She actually seemed to like him and she thought he was a good writer. And he always felt relaxed and comfortable around her, even though he usually got nervous around pretty girls. And she was the prettiest girl -- no, the prettiest woman -- he knew. If she finds out I was beating off, he thought, she'll get that creeped-out look on her face, just like Lisa, and then she'll tell me to get lost, just like Lisa. Jim thought that would be just about the worst thing in the world.

Jim started to panic as he thought more about it. Just about every kid in school already knew about his jerk-off adventure, and Miss Walters was friendly with almost all of her students. Someone was bound to tell her about it. Jim cringed in his chair. He wondered if he could keep her from finding out about it. He sat there for several minutes, thinking about it. Then he had a flash of inspiration.

I've got her phone numbers, he thought. I could call her and tell her something else happened. I could call her and tell her that Lisa broke up with me because she found out I had sex with Jenna. Jenna was the sluttiest girl in school. She had supposedly had sex with at least ten of the football players, including two of them at the same time.

That could work, Jim thought. Even if Jenna denied it, Miss Walters would believe me instead of her. And I could say that Lisa made up the whole masturbation story just to get back at me. Then Miss Walters wouldn't think I was a perv AND she wouldn't think I was still a virgin. This was a good plan.

Jim sat at his desk, tapping his foot, going over his idea again. Yeah, this is good, he thought. I hate to lie, but it's better than Miss Walters finding out I whacked off in Lisa's bedroom.

He looked at the palm of his hand, then realized with horror that Miss Walters' phone numbers had mostly washed off in the shower. All that was left were some smudges. Jim looked closely and thought he could still make out the numbers of her home phone. Was that an 8 or a 6? He wasn't sure, but he wrote it down anyway.

Okay, here goes, he thought. As he picked up the phone, he noticed his hand was shaking. He held the receiver in both hands and forced himself to calm down. Then he cleared his throat and dialed the number he had written down. He tapped his foot nervously, waiting for her to answer.

"Hello?"

What the hell am I doing? Jim thought. He slammed the phone down. I can't unload all these lies on Miss Walters. I'm such a freaking idiot.

He turned off the light and lay down in his bed. Then he felt another stab of fear. Oh shit, what if she has caller ID? Oh God. Please don't have caller ID. Please please please.

He closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep. Jesus, what a terrible day. Cheer up, Jim, he thought to himself. Tomorrow could be even worse.

 

[CelticGodess]

She couldn't stop her frantic movements, especially when she heard the deading sound of the other end being hung up. She threw her phone back on the bed and began to pump harder and faster, so close to her release.


She didn't realize that when she threw the phone down that it had hit redial.


"Fuck YES!!! fuck yes!!! I love the feeling of a cock inside me. Deeper, yes, that's it!" she screamed as she brought herself closer and closer. She had always been a talker and even when masturbating she couldn't help it.

Slowly the fires began to burn inside her, building higher and higher. "OH FUCK YES!!!!!!" she maoned as her inner muscles spasmed against the vibrator deep inside her.

"Damn I needed that!" she moaned as she slowly pulled the vibrator away from her gaping hole. Releasing a long cleansing breath. She got out of bed and headed to her bathroom to clean up not only herself, but her toy before putting it away.


Changing into a tank and pair of panties for bed, she glanced down and notice that her phone was connected to a call. A little worried she picked it up and looked at the
number. She didn't recognize it.

A little hesitant, she raised it to her ear. "Hello? Is anyone there? Hello?"

she sat down on her bed and waited for some type of answer.

 

[Dr_O]

Less than a minute after Jim turned off the light and closed his eyes, the phone rang. He sat up and looked at it, puzzled.

His mother called from the other room. "Jimmy, is that for you?" she said.

"I've got it, Mom," he called back. I wonder when she's going to stop calling me Jimmy, he said to himself. I am 18 years old now, you know. He shook his head. But I still like to play with myself, you know. He sighed and absently picked up the phone.

"Hello?" he said. All he could hear was heavy breathing and moaning in the background. What the hell?

"Um, hello?" he said again, louder. More moaning and panting for a few seconds... but then he heard, loud and clear:

"Fuck YES!!! fuck yes!!! I love the feeling of a cock inside me. Deeper, yes, that's it!"

Jim stared at the phone in shock. What am I listening to? That's a woman's voice. Is it two people having sex? Seriously, what the hell? He put the phone back to his ear.

"OH FUCK YES!!!!!!" It was the same woman screaming. Then he heard more moaning and several short little cries. Jim recognized the sound. He sometimes watched "female orgasm" porn clips on his computer when he masturbated, and that's what it sounded like, like the woman on the other end of the line was having an orgasm.

Then, all at once, Jim figured out what was going on. It's a prank call, he thought. Someone at school was making fun of him, playing the audio from a porno through the phone line. Hilarious, guys.

"Damn, I needed that!" Yeah, I get it, guys. I jack off to porn, so you called and played some porn over the phone. Damn, that's clever, he thought.

He didn't hear any more moaning or heavy breathing. He couldn't hear anything, in fact, except something very faint, way in the background. He wasn't sure, but it sounded a little bit like running water. Why didn't they hang up? he wondered.

"Hello, who is this?" he said into the phone. No answer. "Hey, prank caller, you forgot to hang up, funny man." Still nothing. He looked at the phone display, wondering if there was anything on the caller ID--

He froze.

It's Miss Walters' phone number.

He felt a cold stab of fear in his stomach and tightness in his chest. He scrambled to turn on the light and check the number against the one he had written down. They were the same.

It's Miss Walters' phone number.

Jim could feel his pulse pounding in his ears. His head was spinning crazily. He had no idea what to think. He looked around the room, as if some explanation might be written on the walls. He looked back at the phone and raised it to his ear again. The call was still connected. For a few seconds, all he could hear was dead air, but then:

"Hello? Is anyone there? Hello?"

Jim's eyes flew open wide and he felt cold chills all over his body. That sounds just like her, he thought. This really was Miss Walters' number. Was that her moaning and screaming before? No, there's no way. Is there?

He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to say. He cradled the phone in his hand and brought it to his mouth. He spoke very softly, almost a whisper.

"Miss-- Miss Walters?"

The line went dead.

 

[CelticGodess]

As she walked back to her bed, she noticed the phone line was open. Who did I call? she thought as she looked at the phone.

Unfortunatley, as she picked it up, she hung up the line. Hitting redial, she waited to see who picked up.


"Hi, this is Heather. Who is this?"

 

[Dr_O]

Jim sat on his bed, staring at the phone in his hand. He felt like he might pass out.

That was definitely her, right at the end, wasn't it? he thought. What about before? Was that her, moaning and talking like a porn star? It just can't --

The phone rang in his hand. He jumped back and bumped his head on the wall. He held the phone at arm's length like it was a stick of dynamite. He looked at the caller ID -- It's her again. Oh my God. What do I do?

His hands were trembling as he pressed the button, connecting the call. He held the phone to his ear. "Um... hello?"

"Hi, this is Heather. Who is this?"

It's really her. I think. Is her first name Heather? I don't even know! Jesus, what do I say?

He stammered as he tried to speak.

"M -- Miss Walters? It -- it's Jim. Jim from English class."

He held his breath and waited.

 

[CelticGodess]

For just a few minutes she was lost. She never expected a student to hear her cum like that. She had tried so hard to keep her personal life seperate from school. But she knew that she had to be honest with Jim.

Jim was special. Jim was like the...well....little protege she never had. She couldn't lie to him. Not to mention that after today, she wanted him. She wanted to feel that young, hard body against hers.

"Yes, Jim. It's me. I'm not sure what you heard, but I WILL NOT apologize for it. Masturbation is a natural thing"

 

[Dr_O]

Jim felt like time had stopped. He couldn't see, or hear, or feel anything. He had once seen this movie where Russell Crowe got locked up in an insane asylum, and the doctors gave him electric shock treatments. That's what he felt like, like someone had sent 10,000 volts of electricity into his brain.

It was her, he thought, his mind working furiously, trying to process all the information crashing into it at the same time. Miss Walters was the woman moaning in the background. Miss Walters was the woman saying "fuck" and "cock." Jim's heart skipped a beat and his cock twitched in his pants. Oh God, he thought, Miss Walters was the woman having an orgasm while he listened to her.

Jim pushed the heel of his hand down into his crotch, pressing it hard against his stiff, throbbing prick. The thought of Miss Walters -- beautiful, sexy, perfect Miss Walters -- having an orgasm almost made him cum in his pants. He gritted his teeth and tried to stay in control.

And then, another thought pounded into his brain, another thought he didn't think he could believe. She said MASTURBATION is a natural thing. She wasn't having sex? She was screaming and moaning like that while she was playing with herself?!?

Jim gulped. His mouth was dry. He felt little beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His cock pulsed hard against his stomach. He didn't know what to do. His entire world was different, instantly and forever.

He swallowed and spoke into the phone.

"Uh... well, okay, Miss Walters. I'll -- I guess I'll see you tomorrow at sixth period."

He hung up the phone and dropped it on the floor. He stared off into empty space.

 

[CelticGodess]

"Wait...Jim.....Jim, are you still there?"

All she heard was dead silence on the line. Great move Heather! You probably just freaked out the kid. Why did you say that to him? You know what it's like to be 18 and confused.

She laid back on her bed, the phone resting on her chest. Did she call back or did she just let it go till the next day? There had been a reason he had called her. Maybe he really did want to talk.

She glanced at the clock as she wrestled with her decision. It wasn't that late, only 9 pm. But, what if his parents went to bed early? Could she risk calling this late? Maybe it was his cell phone he had called from?

Throwing on her shorts and tank top again, she made her way down to the kitchen to fix a little something to eat. She made herself a small salad and sat down to eat while she thought about the situation.

She had to be careful with what she did and how she handled situation. Although he was of legal age, he was still a student, at least for a few more weeks. Thank God the year was almost over. Once he graduated then things wouldn't be complicated and conversations like the one tonight wouldn't cause her to worry. But for now, she had to tread lightly.

Maybe things would work to her atvantage. Surely she could keep her hands to herself for the next few weeks and just, well, teach him how to enjoy the changes that were happening to him. Show him that sex could be a wonderful thing, just like she had been taught.

With a smile on her face, now that a decision had been made, she put her dishes away and went to sleep, snuggled deep within the warmth of her bed. Dreams and images of Jim filling her dreams.

She awoke a little earlier than usual and a little frustrated. Erotic images of Jim and Jake had filled her dreams all night. To ease the frustration, she got dressed and took a 5 mile run, trying to clear her head. It didn't help.

She jumped in the shower to get her day started, trying to get her thoughts straight. She had classes to teach today and she didn't need to have sex on the brain.

The hot water felt good as it pelted her back, running between her ass cheeks and down her legs. Turning, she let the hard drops hit her nipples causing them to harden with each drop. She grabbed her soap and began to lather her body, caressing her breasts as she did. Squeezing and pulling on her nipples caused little pulses to scream through her body as one hand travelled lower to where she needed the attention the most. She grabbed the shower wand off the wall and leaned her body against the other. Adjusting the water to the hardest pulse available, she let the strong stream hit directly on her clit. Letting the strong pulse pound against her, she began to run her fingers up and down her slit, before letting one then two fingers inside her, stroking the warm inner flesh of her pussy. She adjusted the spray of the water so that it was now teasing her tight asshole. She moved the head of the shower around so that it felt like a lover's mouth licking all around the tight ring.

With her forefinger and middle finger fucking her pussy, she slowly slipped her ring finger past her tight anus and into her ass. Back and Forth her fingers moved, going deeper and deeper inside her body. She lifted her leg onto the small bench in the shower so she could get even deeper into her own body. Her mind drifted as she began to see images of Jim doing these things to her.

Fuck yes baby, that's what I want. I want you fucking my body in every way possible. I want your hard cock in my pussy and in my ass. Fuck me.

She could almost see how is face would look as he came, as he felt his cum travel into her body, just as she came all over him.

She felt the tingles and her muscles contracting as she came all over her hand. Leaning back, she stood there a minute and brought her breathing back under control. At least for now, she had taken the edge off her sexual frustration and she hoped it would remain that way for the rest of the day.

She finished showering, jumped out, and got dressed. For some reason, she picked a sexy little demi-bra and thong to wear under her clothes. Renee had always told her that if you feel confident and sexy, then you will be.

She finished her out fit with a little black shirt and her grey, pencil cut skirt that hit just above her knees with her black heels. She left her chestnut hair hang loose so that it feel just to the middle of her back in soft, subtle waves.


She had made it through the day. She had heard little comments through out the day about some guy getting caught jacking off, but was never able to quite figure out who the kids were talking about. Every time she got close enough to hearing a name, they would stop talking. Of course none of the kids wanted a teacher to hear ALL the gossip. After all, we were old and didn't understand.

Her 6th period class was about to start. She walked into the hall so she could great her students as always. She wanted today to be as normal as possible, especially for Jim. She didn't want him to see her nervousness.
"Good afternoon Jim, Hope you are having a good day." she said, smiling as she shook his hand, "Remember what I told you yesterday, any time you want to talk, I'm here."

She released his hand and let him walk into the room. Finally, the last student entered and she was ready to begin class.

"Today, we are going to begin studying Shakespeare's AMidsummer Night's Dream Now, I must tell you that soome of the things that are discussed in the play can be a little racy, so if you have a problem with that, let me know.

 

[Dr_O]

Jim sat on his bed for a good while, looking the blank wall on the other side of his room. He was starting to calm down, but he still couldn't believe the events of the day.

His cock had stayed hard for a long time after he hung up the phone with Miss Walters, but it had finally gone soft. His mouth was still dry, though, so he went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He walked into the family room, where his father was watching the baseball game and his mother was reading a book.

His mom looked up. "Who was that on the phone, Jimmy?" she said.

Oh, just my hot masturbating English teacher, Mom.

"Oh, just a wrong number," he said. "Some lady had switched two of the numbers she was trying to dial, and she ended up calling twice." Now I'm lying to my mother, he thought. Well, it's not like she would believe the truth anyway.

"Okay, sweetie," she said, smiling at him. "Are you going to bed soon?"

"Yeah, I think I will," he said. "It's early, but it's been kind of a crazy day." The craziest day of my entire life, he thought.

"Very sensible," his mother said. "Early to bed and early to rise, you know."

You have no idea, Mom.

"You bet. Okay, good night, Mom. Good night, Dad."

"Good night," they said.

Jim went back to his room and finished his water. He turned out the light and lay down on his bed. He knew he would not be able to fall asleep any time soon.

Now that he had settled down a bit, he went back and tried to make sense out of what had happened during this crazy day.

I get to school, and everybody knows I'm a perv who jerks off to porn in his girlfriend's house.

Then, Miss Walters shows up here and tells me sex is a beautiful thing, and writes her phone numbers on my hand.

Then, I call her, but hang up. Then she calls right back and she's moaning and talking dirty like a porn star.

Then, it turns out that she was playing with herself and I was listening to her have an orgasm.

And THEN, she tells me that masturbation is a natural thing.

Jim shook his head. None of that made any sense, but it couldn't just be a coincidence, could it? The same day I become the jack-off guy at school, my English teacher masturbates on the phone with me? But then again, it didn't sound like she knew I was listening, he thought. So that didn't make sense either.

Jim rubbed his eyes. He didn't want to think about it any more. Maybe it would make more sense after a good night's sleep. He yawned and closed his eyes. He tried to drift off to sleep, but all he could think about was Miss Walters. He remembered her standing on his doorstep, smiling at him and touching his arm and his hand. He remembered her boobs pushing out against her t-shirt. He remembered watching her tight little ass as she walked away.

Jim could feel his dick getting hard again. He tried to ignore it, to stop thinking about Miss Walters. Go to sleep, Jim.

But as he lay there, he could hear her in his mind.

"Fuck, yes! I love the feeling of a cock inside me. Deeper, that's it!"

Jim groaned and reached down between his legs. He gripped his cock and began stroking it hard and fast.

He imagined Miss Walters lying down, naked, with her legs spread open, just like the girls in the female orgasm videos. He could see everything -- her fingers rubbing her pussy in a circle, her erect nipples, her hips moving up and down. Was she using a dildo or a vibrator? he wondered. He jerked his cock even faster, imagining her now with a big vibrator in her hand, looking at him while she slid it in and out of her pussy.

He imagined he walked into the room while Miss Walters was playing with herself. She didn't freak out, or try to cover herself, or anything. She didn't even stop. She just looked over at him. "It's okay, Jim," she said softly, spreading her legs for him. "Masturbation is a natural thing. Come over here and watch."

Jim pumped his shaft relentlessly as he imagined walking over and sitting down on Miss Walters bed, between her legs. She looked right in his eyes, watching him watch her play with herself. "Oh, fuck yes!" she said, thrusting that big vibrator deep inside her cunt. Then she moaned loudly and her body tensed, her hips raised up, and she cried out with pleasure, just like she had on the phone. "Ohhhh FUCK YES!" she screamed as she came on her vibrator, her pussy gripping and releasing it, as Jim watched the whole thing.

Jim cried out himself and his cum shot into the air. He jerked his cock hard and fast as streams of cum squirted out of his dick and onto his stomach, his chest, everywhere. He had never cum so hard in his life. When he finally stopped, he lay there gasping, his hand still wrapped around his throbbing cock. He grabbed some tissues -- a lot of tissues -- to clean himself off, then collapsed back onto his pillow.

I'm in big trouble, Jim thought. His mind was still racing, but after his massive orgasm, biology took over, and a few minutes later, he was asleep.

*****

The next morning, Jim was no closer to understanding the events of the previous day. He had no idea what Miss Walters would say to him -- or what he might say to her. What the hell can I say? he wondered.

When he arrived at school, he found that his self-stroking episode was still quite a hot topic among the other kids. A lot of them were calling him "Jack and the Beanstalk" when they saw him, and others made the wanking motion as he walked by. When he got to his locker, someone had taped a piece of paper to the door. It said, "JIM'S INFINITE PLAYLIST," and then a list of songs:

My Ding-a-Ling
Beat It
The Stroke
Dancing With Myself
Icicle
Pump It Up

and so on. Jim sighed and crumpled the paper in his hand, but to his surprise, it really didn't sting as badly as would have thought. There's at least one other person at this school who does it, he thought. He smiled a little and headed to class.

By the time sixth period rolled around, though, Jim was feeling quite nervous again. He really didn't know what to say to Miss Walters, and couldn't think of any possible way he could talk about that phone call. He decided he wouldn't say anything and let her bring it up if she wanted.

He knew he would have to walk right by her to get into the classroom, but he just kept his head down and his eyes on the floor. But to his surprise, she stopped him in the doorway and took his hand. Just like yesterday, he thought.

"Good afternoon, Jim. Hope you are having a good day," she said. "Remember what I told you yesterday. Any time you want to talk, I'm here."

Jim was stunned. She said it right in front of the whole class. He looked around. No one seemed to think anything of it. He looked up at her and tried to say something back, but he couldn't think of anything. So he just walked over to his desk and sat down.

Miss Walters went to the front of the class and started her lecture. She said they were starting to read a new play. Jim loved Shakespeare, but he hardly heard anything Miss Walters said. He was watching her move, the way her hair flowed down her shoulders, the way her breasts looked full and tight in her shirt, the way her skirt twirled around her legs. He closed his eyes and heard her moans of ecstasy again, imagined her fingers rubbing her clit while he watched. He could feel his dick getting hard in his pants.

Just like yesterday.

 

[CelticGodess]

Heather began walking around the room as she began her short lecture on the different characters and the plot line of the play. Normally, she had the students act out the various parts of the play and that was to start the next week.

Every once in awhile, she would have to walk by Jim's desk and she would "casually" graze her hip against his shoulder, just to let him know she was there. It wasn't noticeable to the other students, but she was pretty sure Jim noticed.

As she glanced up at the clock, she realized there was only a few minutes left in the day.

"Okay everyone, the bell is getting ready to ring. Gather up your stuff and have a great weekend. I will see you Monday. Be prepared to work!

She went back to her desk, leaning against it, ankles crossed as she watched the students file out, anxious to see what Jim would do.

 

[Dr_O]

Jim's eyes never left Miss Walters' body during the entire English class. He watched her skirt sway to and fro against her hips as she walked around the room, and he remembered the way her ass rocked back and forth in her tight little shorts. Once or twice, her hip brushed against his shoulder as she walked past. He wondered if she had done it on purpose, but mostly, he watched her.

He tried to listen to her introducing the play the class was about to read, but every time he heard her voice, his cock would twitch and rise in his pants. He kept flashing back to hearing her voice in his ear, talking so dirty and moaning so loudly. And cumming. He had listened to Miss Walters having an actual orgasm. And that made his dick even harder.

He was fully erect for nearly the entire fifty-minute class, and toward the end, his balls were starting to ache. Even though he had cum very hard just eighteen hours before, he was just eighteen years old, and he could almost hear the testosterone coursing through his veins. His lust was growing and the raw, animalistic part of his brain was starting to take over. He wanted Miss Walters, even though he knew he could never have her, and even though he wasn't entirely sure exactly what he wanted. But as he watched her, he knew he wanted her.

Jim snapped out of his reverie when the class let out a little cheer. Miss Walters had told them they could go ahead and start the weekend a few minutes early. All the other kids jumped up, grabbed their books, and crowded through the door. Jim wanted to go with them, to get home as quickly as possible and jack himself off, to release his lust and to keep himself from doing anything stupid.

But he didn't move. He sat there in his chair, looking down at his desk, tapping his foot, until it was just he, and Miss Walters, alone in her classroom. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her feet, as she crossed the room and leaned back against her desk, crossing her ankles.

There was a long, still silence.

Then the bell rang.

Neither one of them moved.

 

[CelticGodess]

Slowly, she rose from her desk and began to walk towards his seat. She sat on the desk across from him, and leaned against it. If he turned his head, he would be eye level with her waist.


She wondered why he didn't leave with the rest of the class, getting those extra few minutes of the weekend.


"Hey Jim, if your not comfortable talking to me, I understand. But, know that I am willing to listen. I even have a real close friend, well he is almost like a brother, that I can call if you want to talk. Sometimes it is easier to talk to a guy than a girl. Iget that. You just need to let me know." she said softly as her hand stoked his shoulder.

Rising from her perch, she began to walk back to the front of the room, her back to him.

Tossing her hair back over her shoulder, she turned, looked him in the eye and said, "I still won't apologize for last night."

She had her back to him as she began to clear things off her desk, every once in awhile having to bend over it to grab something.

 

[Dr_O]

Jim kept his eyes down, but he could see Miss Walters' feet as she uncrossed them and started to walk toward him. His heart started to beat faster as she sat on top of the desk next to him. He could see her beautiful legs and her feet, but he didn't look up.

"Hey Jim, if you're not comfortable talking to me, I understand," she said. Then she put her hand on his shoulder, and Jim felt more electricity racing up his spine. This is the fourth time she's touched me, he thought.

"But, know that I am willing to listen," she said. She was rubbing his shoulder now, like she was comforting him. He didn't think it possible, but his cock seemed to swell even bigger under his jeans. She said something about a guy friend he could talk to. Then she walked back toward her desk, and this time Jim looked up, focusing on her tight ass again.

She stopped and looked back at him, and this time she definitely knew he was looking at her butt. But he didn't care any more. It's a free country, and she's got the best ass in school, and I'll stare at it if I want to, he thought. He adjusted the front of his pants.

He looked up and she looked right into his eyes. "I still won't apologize for last night," she said, then started picking up her books.

She's going to leave, Jim thought, and he started to panic. He had to say something or she was going to walk out of the classroom. He desperately wanted her to stay, to explain what was happening, to make his head stop swimming. But what should he say? What could he say?

He looked back down at his desk and tapped his foot. He took a deep breath. He didn't look up.

"Won't apologize for what?"

 

[CelticGodess]

She almosted laughed, but kept the smile on her face as she turned and leaned against her desk again.


"Like I said last night, it seems you hard something on the phone, that you might not should have. I won't apologize for a natural act. I realize... she said as she walked towards him,"..that in most societies what you heard is a 'taboo' I personally don't think it is. Sex is natural and wonderful. I know that isn't what I am suppose to say, but I have to say the truth."


She waited to see his reaction for a moment. "Like I said, if you are not comfortable with me, I have a very close friend that you can talk to. Don't keep your feleings or emotions bottled up."

 

[Dr_O]

Jim looked up at her, but he just couldn't hold eye contact, and he looked away. He felt confused again. Last night she said "masturbation," I know she did, he thought. Today she said "sex." Was she having sex? Or when she said "sex," did she mean "masturbation?" Is masturbation sex? Jesus, I am such a freaking idiot.

He looked up at her again. "I don't want to talk to anyone else, Miss Walters," he said. He looked up at the ceiling and chewed on his bottom lip for a second. Then he met her eyes again.

"But... can I ask you anything? I mean, anything?"

 

[CelticGodess]

she walked over to him, sitting in the desk in front of him. Because of the height of the desk, her breasts rested on top of it.



"Jim, you can ask me anything. If I can't answer it, I know someone who can. Please, Trust me." she said as she rested her hand on top of his.

 

[Dr_O]

she walked over to him, sitting in the desk in front of him. Because of the height of the desk, her breasts rested on top of it.



"Jim, you can ask me anything. If I can't answer it, I know someone who can. Please, Trust me." she said as she rested her hand on top of his.

That's the fifth time she's touched me, he thought. Jim wouldn't let himself consider that Miss Walters liked him, you know, liked him liked him, the way they used to say in junior high. Maybe she knew about him jerking off, and she just wanted him to feel better. Or maybe she wanted to talk to him about the phone call, to explain what was happening. But all she said was that she didn't apologize.

But he looked up at her gorgeous tits, spilling over the back of the chair in front of him, and he felt his dick throbbing in his pants, and he didn't care.

He kept his eyes down and looked at her delicate little hand on top of his.

"So... last night... on the phone..." He looked up at her. "Miss Walters? Um... Were you... uh... playing with yourself?"

 

[CelticGodess]

She leaned back and wondered for about a half second how to answer.


"I won't lie to you Jim. I was. I didn't realize that my phone dialed you back and you heard everything. But I won't apologize. It is a natural thing. Everyone at some point in there life masturbates. They have too."

 

[Dr_O]

Miss Walters looked right into Jim's eyes when she admitted that she had been playing with herself. She didn't seem the least bit embarrassed, or guilty, or ashamed. In fact, she said it was natural again and that everybody does it.

She might still think it's gross when a guy does it, though, he thought. Or if he watches porn. Girls think porn is disgusting. Don't they?

He didn't know if he should admit it. She definitely won't freak out like Lisa did. Besides, she probably already knows anyway. Everyone else does.

He swallowed hard, screwed his eyes shut, then opened them. He exhaled forcefully.

"Lisa caught me," he said, looking up at her. "That's why she broke up with me. I was over at her house, and I thought she had left, and I was looking at... her, uh, computer, and she caught me and freaked out and broke up with me and I think she told everybody in school. Everyone's calling me 'Jack and the Beanstalk.'"

He smiled and shook his head, then looked back up at her.

"I'm the school perv, Miss Walters."