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 ï>¿The Cheerleader by SexyCoupleAdventures

   THE CHEERLEADER CH.  01

   Blind student turns tables on teacher.

   I was a substitute teacher at a School for the Blind in the States for a
year before I came back to England, in fact it was my first year of full
time teaching so I did a lot of sub work.

   I want to tell you about one of my students who we will call Sue, which
of course isn't her real name.

   Sue was a bright young 18 year old, kind and helpful and to everyone
around her very proper and well behaved, very much the model student.

   But, I found out there was more to her than what she showed the world.
Let me tell you about my last 3 months of teaching at the school, a period
of time that could've lost me that job and likely banned from teaching
anywhere.

   It was early spring, a time when you saw more sunshine than rain, and
Sue was heavily involved with sports and was part of the school
cheerleading team.

   Let me back up a little here.  Students in blind schools love the rough
and tumble of sports just like any other school, and cheerleading was a big
deal for the girls to help them develop good spacial awareness skills and
build self-confidence.

   In fact blind kids get up to much the same things that their sighted
counterparts do.

   Normally when Sue came into school she looked very respectable,
knee-length skirts or dresses and nothing provocative, even though she
could've easily carried it off, hey she was an athlete with a body to
match, great legs, great tits, hell great all over.  Not a barbie doll but
she had a way of carrying herself that turned heads.  She was certainly
very popular with the male students, I'm guessing they find out about a
girl's appearance simply by asking someone who can see, they certainly seem
to know which ones are the lookers.  Yes blind people are just as concerned
with image too.

   I was to take her class for the final session for this particular day,
which in truth was a study session, and was going through some course
material when the door opened and the students wandered in.

   I looked up and the first thing I saw was Sue making her way to her desk
wearing her cheerleader's outfit, a tight sweater that perfectly showed off
her figure and a short flairy skirt.

   I had to drag my eyes away, partly because I felt like a pervert but
mostly because I was bewildered as I'd never seen her in something so
revealing, and in fact it wasn't that revealing, although there was a good
deal of leg on display.

   I later found out that she had cheerleader practise after class so she
just came dressed ready to go.

   The lesson started as normal with the handing in of assignments,
although when Sue came to my desk I couldn't help my eyes drifting
downwards to her legs, and I'm so glad these kids were blind or otherwise
had severe sight loss as I'm sure I would've been caught staring.

   I now think that Sue had some kind of sixth sense as she lingered at my
desk longer than strictly necessary.  yes I think she knew I was staring
and was making the most of it.  Oh the benefits of hindsight.

   The lesson continued for 30 minutes without anything extraordinary
happening.  And it was only when I was making my customary trip round each
student to see how they were getting on with their work that I sensed a
change in Sue's behaviour.

   When I passed her desk she deliberately crossed her legs and I saw her
skirt slip up her thighs a little.  She quickly adjusted herself and I
continued with my round.

   On my way back to my desk I had to pass her again and I could see that
she'd uncrossed her legs and was sitting with them slightly apart.

   I have to say that the sight of her crossing her legs sturred something
in me and I found myself somewhat distracted as I sat back down.  There's
something about seeing a woman, or in this case, young lady with her legs
crossed, especially in a skirt or dress that really turns my wheels.

   Everyone continued working while I carried on going through papers,
occasionally looking up to stare at Sue.

   I noticed that she wasn't typing and naturally assumed she was thinking
about what she wanted to write.  How wrong could I be?

   I happend to glance down slightly, maybe just to get another look at
Sue's wonderful legs and had to do a double take.

   I could clearly see under her desk and sat rigid with shock and lust as
my mind tried to process what my eyes were seeing.

   Sue was scooted forward so that she was as close to her desk as she
could get with her legs open wide enough that I could see up her skirt, but
If that wasn't surprise enough I could clearly see that she was wearing
nothing under it.

   I could feel my cock grow uncomfortably hard as I watched this sexy
display.

   At the time I was pretty damn sure she didn't realise that not only
could I see clearly, but that I was openly watching because I saw her hand
slide under the desk, quickly unbutton the top of her skirt and slip under
the fabric and down between her legs to her shaved pussy.

   Yes blind girls like to be naughty too, and I'm sure it's the same for
the boys.

   It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen and so wrong that I should be
watching and enjoying it.  It isn't that I am a dirty old man, I'm 25 for
heaven's sake only 7 years older than Sue.  But the fact she was a student
and me the teacher and therefore I'm in a position of trust, that's what
made me feel like a pervert.

   Nevertheless, my own hand slipped under the desk to rub my hard cock
through my trousers and just that action and looking up Sue's skirt almost
had me cumming right there and then.

   I was jolted out of my semi-hypnotic state by a knock at the door.

   "Yes," I called in as normal a voice as I could manage, although in my
own head it sounded like a yell.

   the door opened and the chheerleading coach stood there.

   "sorry to interupt, I just wanted to let Sue know that practise has been
cancelled for today."

   I looked over to Sue and couldn't resist a glance down and could see
that she was sat very proper with her skirt buttoned and knees together. 
How the hell had she put herself together so fast and silent, and I got to
wondering if this was something she did regularly.  We have a few blind
teachers at the school and I guess it would be easy to get away with if you
were careful about it.

   "OK, coach, thank you." there was no quiver in her voice or indeed
anything to indicate what had been going on just 5 seconds before.

   The coach smiled and gave me a quick wave and pulled the door closed.

   Everyone settled back down after the brief interuption.

   Everyone except Sue!

   I was about to get back to my paperwork relieved at the interuption so I
could drag my dirty mind out of the gutter.  I assumed that Sue, having
nearly been caught out, would feel the same, but as my eyes lowered to my
desk, they caught a movement and I looked up to see that Sue had wasted no
time in undoing her skirt again and her fingers continued right where
they'd left off.

   I don't know what I'd have seen if I'd have glanced up at her face, but
I wasn't interested in her face at that moment as my hand slipped to my
crotch once more, and this time I slowly pulled my zipper down and
carefully released my painfully hard cock from it's prison.

   I've read lots of stories about sleezy teachers taking advantage of
their students or getting a quick feel because they're in a position of
authority, erotic websites are full of this fiction, but I'm sure a certain
amount of it is based on truth, and I have to be honest, I did feel a
little sleezy right at the back of my mind, but I wasn't being ruled by
that part of my brain right then, I just wanted to look at this pretty
young woman touching herself and giving me one hell of a show, whether she
realised it or not.

   So far all she had done was slowly rub her clit with one finger and I
was matching the speed of her strokes with my own.

   She dipped her hand lower, down to her opening where all the juices flow
and covered her fingers with her wetness, which I could already see was
plentiful, and what she did next made me want to end the class and dive
under her desk to taste her.

   She started rubbing her warm juice into her thighs above the hem of her
skirt.  I almost shot my load all over myself.  god it looked so sexy and I
no longer cared if I was a sleezeball.

   The bell for end of class rang out and, startled I very quickly made
myself look respectable, all be it with a huge erection that thankfully I
didn't have to worry about hiding.

   For her part, Sue got herself together and composed even faster than I,
and I wondered again how practised she was at this game she had played.

   As the students gathered together their books and headed for the door, I
decided to find out.

   "Have a great evening all, and don't forget, I want this weeks work back
to me by Monday."

   As Sue was passing my desk, a picture of innocence, I gently put a hand
on her shoulder.  "Sue, Can I talk to you for a moment?"

   Sue was impossible to read as her classmates filed out of the room. 
Eyes cast downward, standing almost perfectly still with her hands by her
sides, the fingers of one hand unconsciously playing with the hem of her
skirt and her gymn bag at her feet.

   I sat on the edge of my desk wondering what the hell I was going to say,
what excuse I could possibly come up with for asking her to stay behind. 
There was nothing at all wrong with her assignment, what I'd seen of it and
she never caused a fuss in class.

   If I brought up the subject of her touching herself she, quite rightly
had the right to ask what I was doing looking at what was going on under
the desk.

   Hmmmmm, what to do, where to start.

   When the last straggler had left, I quietly went and closed the door.

   I pulled a chair over to my desk and invited Sue to sit.

   She sat and selfconsciously pulled her skirt as far down her thighs as
she could, which wasn't very far.  the act drew my eyes downward once more
and I could feel my quietening cock begin to stur again, and I thanked the
universe she couldn't see.

   I sat once more on the edge of my desk a mere 2 feet away from the place
she'd been deliciously stroking only 5 minutes before and found it
difficult to get my thoughts in order.

   "Mr.  Hart," she began in a hurry, "if it's about my assignment I..."

   "Your assignment is absolutely fine Sue, don't worry." I said it still
looking, not at her face, but down at her legs.

   "Then what?"

   This was it, what I said after this point could go horribly wrong, or
beautifully right.

   "You seemed a little distracted in class today," I ventured.  God that
seemed so weak!

   "Sorry, it's the heat, and I..."

   "Yes?"

   "I was thinking about cheerleading practise after school."

   "Sue, Coach came in half way through class to tell you that practise was
cancelled, but you still seemed somewhere else even after."

   I managed to drag my eyes away from her legs and looked directly at her.
Was it my imagination, or did Sue have a knowing look about her?  Surely
she couldn't know I'd been staring up her skirt and getting seriously
fucking turned on by it.

   "I think you know what was distracting me Sir"

   That took me completely by surprise.

   "Oh?" I tried to sound genuinely puzzled.

   "Well Sir, it's like this." And she crossed her legs, letting her skirt
ride further up her thighs and making no effort to pull it down.  If she
uncrossed them now I'd be able to see her naked, shaved pussy close up. 
Pervy me secretly wished for it.

   "I know your desk is right in front of mine, and I also know that you
weren't doing any paperwork during class." she was turning the tables on me
and there was nothing I could do about it.

   "When I gave you my assignment, you weren't looking at my face, Sir, you
were looking down at these," and she started stroking her fingers from her
knee and up to the hem of her skirt.

   She continued.  "So, I wondered if I could get your full attention. 
when you were walking around the room and when I knew you were passing my
desk, I deliberately made a show of crossing my legs, and when you passed
again...  well, Sir, you saw."

   I was completely at a loss of anything to say.

   "You were being deliberatly provocative?" It sounded so, there's no
other word for it, stupid.

   "No sir, if I wanted to be provocative I'd have done this!" And she
uncrossed her legs and sat with them wide apart, fully exposed to me.  "So,
sir, I think it was you that were distracted, don't you think?"

   god my cock was so hard and I badly wanted to unzip and bend her over a
desk, and not to punnish her either.

   "So, sir, I know you haven't been doing any work and I know there's
nothing between your desk and mine." She leaned forward slightly still with
her legs wide open.  "Were you watching me sir?"

   "Watching you?" I almost croaked it out.

   "Yes sir, watching.  Looking up my skirt sir.  I can only assume you
were as you haven't even attempted to make me cover up.  do you like
watching me?"

   I had no idea how to play this.  she had called my bluff and I couldn't
deny it.

   "Sue," I tried to sound firm.  "I am your teacher."

   "yes, and you were looking up my skirt while I was playing with myself.
And just so you are fully in the picture, I heard you unzip, I was
listening for it, I was hoping you would."

   Shit!  so that was it, I've nowhere else to go but onward.

   "Sue, can I be totally honest with you?"

   "Of course sir.  What happens in class, stays in class."

   "OK then." I tried for a semblence of confidence.  "You always come to
school looking so modest, so proper, the perfect student, the girl next
door.  So when I saw you come in today dressed like that, with that short
cheerleader skirt and tight sweater I was so surprised, in a good way that
is, I couldn't take my eyes off you."

   "And that's why you were looking up my skirt?  That's why you're looking
between my legs now?"

   She had me there.  too bloody clever for her own good.

   "Errrrrm," was all I could managed.  My hard on was getting painful and
I just wanted to get it out and stick it in her mouth, damn I'd just like
to stick it anywhere in her.

   "Do you think I'm a slut, sir?"

   "No, of course not!"

   "Oh, you are so wrong sir.  so wrong." She got up and straightened her
skirt and stood directly in front of me, challenging me almost.

   "Sue, that is a horrible thing to say about yourself."

   She smiled and reached forward, placing the palm of her hand directly on
the painful bulge in my trousers.

   "That's because being a slut means something different to you than me,
Sir." And she started to squeeze.  "I am definitely a slut, sir."

   I started to stand, but she squeezed harder, almost painfully and put
the palm of her other hand against my chest and pushed me firmly back.

   "No sir, stay right there."

   I had no option but to ease myself back on to the edge of my desk.  Damn
it, I didn't want an option, I felt so fucking horny I'd have done anything
she said.

   "You do realise Sue, if anyone comes in here now, you'll be expelled and
I'll be sacked?"

   "Yes sir, that's what makes it so much more exciting.  It's such a
rush." Her fingers moved to my zipper and pulled it down in one easy
stroke. "In fact sir, I'll bet that's why you're so hard isn't it?" She
leaned in close so that her fabulous tits pressed against my body, god she
wasn't wearing anything under her sweater, and her hand was trapped between
us as her fingers slipped inside my trousers.  "isn't it, sir?"

   I could feel her warm breath tickling my lips as she spoke, god her lips
were barely 2 inches away from mine and I so badly wanted to kiss them, but
I couldn't move, I was totally mesmirized.

   "Yes," I managed to get the word out in a ghasp.

   "And that's why I'm so wet, sir," she breathed.  "Would you like to feel
how wet I am, sir?"

   "God yes."

   With her hand still gripping my cock, she slipped her other hand down
between us and under her skirt.  I just wanted her to take the fucking
thing off and let me have her, but she had different ideas, and she was
after all, totally in control.

   "Open your mouth," she whispered.

   I opened eagerly and she slipped two fingers between my lips.  God her
fingers were soaked and I started to suck on them, pulling them deeper into
my mouth.

   "You like that don't you sir, sucking the juice from my fingers, knowing
they've just been between my legs?"

   She was starting to breathe more quickly, sliding her fingers in and out
of my mouth.  God I wanted to scream!

   "I want to touch you," I managed.  "I want my hand up your skirt Sue.  I
want my hand between your legs."

   "But sir, I thought you'd realise by now, this isn't about what you
want, it's about what I want, and what I want is for you to stay right
there, no touching!" She slipped her fingers out of my mouth and leaned in
and brushed her lips across mine.  It was the briefest whisper of a touch
and when I tried to kiss her, she drew back, still close enough that I
could feel her breath, but far enough away that I thought I'd go mad with
the need to get my cock in her, any way I could.  Jesus I'd settle for
getting my tongue down her throat right now.

   "And, I am going to have exactly what I want.  Sir."

   "And what is it you want Sue?"

   "I'll show you."

   With her fingers still rapped around my painful hard on, she stepped
back until the back of her knees found the chair she'd been sitting on just
a few moments before.  She sat and pulled me forward so I was standing in
front of her, her face now level with her hand that was still inside my
trousers.  Quite honestly I don't know how I hadn't yet shot my load.

   "Come a little closer sir." She parted her legs wide so that I could
stand with her mouth literally inches from my crotch.

   "Now sir," she started as she quickly unbuttoned my trousers and allowed
my cock the freedom it wanted, "I'm going to take your cock in my mouth and
suck you, and we're both going to really enjoy it."

   The head of my cock was already wet as she rolled her thumb over it as
she started to lean forward, but before I could feel those lips and that
tongue surround me...

   "Now, don't you dare cum sir, not in my mouth, not today at least."

   I'm not sure how I was going to stop myself, I was almost there already.

   "OK, I'll try not to."

   "No sir, you let me know when you're going to cum.  And sir, keep your
hands by your sides, no touching.  I told you this one's for me.  You can
look all you like, but no touching."

   And with that, her lips closed around my cock and slid all the way down.
She stayed there for a moment and then I could see my cock, wet with the
saliva from her mouth slowly reappearing.  Fuck me she was good, she was
really fucking good and I wondered where she'd gotten her practise.

   Up and down her head bobbed and just the sight of those lips around my
shaft was torture, delicious torture.

   I was so distracted by the sight of this sexy unassuming student sucking
me off that it was a good minute or two before I realised what she was
doing.

   She had one hand rapped tight around the base of my cock, presumably to
try and stop me cumming, yeah as if!  Her expert mouth working my dick,
while her other hand had pulled up her skirt, and I mean all the way up
over her hips so she was naked from the waste down and her hand had slipped
between her legs and from what I could see, she was giving her clit a
thorough seeing to, hell I wish that was my face between her legs.

   All thoughts of being caught had all but vannished from my mind, I just
didn't fucking care any more.

   My breathing had quickened and I started to rock my hips back and forth,
trying to get my cock as far down her throat as I could, but her lips
slipped from the head.  "No sir, keep still.  This is about getting me off
first, so don't you dare cum, you'll get your chance."

   "Sue, just watching you blowing me is enough to make me cum, you're
killing me!"

   "It'll be worth it sir, I promise."

   She lean back so I had a clear view down between her legs.  god she was
soaking the chair.  How the hell was she managing to keep from screaming,
she was obviously cumming multiple times and showed no signs of stopping. I
saw her push 3 fingers deep into her cunt, biting her lip and grinding
against the heel of her hand in time with her furious finger fucking.  god
almighty she's was a bitch on heat!

   And then I saw something I've never seen before from any woman.  Sue let
go of my cock which was incidentally ready to burst, spread her legs as
wide as she could, which was a considerable way.  She used her fingers to
spread her lips wide open so I could see everything and frantically rubbed
her clit with her thumb, and with a clenching of her thigh muscles, I saw
her squirt torrents of her cum, totally soaking the whole of her chair, so
much that it was dripping off the edge and on to the floor.

   Her face was flushed and her lips looked bruised she'd clamped them
together so hard.  But aside from that, she looked pretty composed, in fact
she looked as if she could go again without a brake.

   "Now sir," she breathed.  "It's your turn."

   Sue reached for my hand and closed my fingers around my cock.

   "Now sir, I want you to get yourself off." Her hand was placed over mine
as I started to stroke myself.

   I'm not sure when she'd done it, but when I looked down, her skirt was
in place covering what it could of her thighs.

   "And sir, when you cum," she took her hand away and pulled her sweater
over her head.  "I want you to shoot all over these!"

   She sat forward so the head of my cock was almost touching her throat.

   "Come on sir, cum over me." she whispered.  "I want your hot spunk on my
tits."

   My hand worked frantically up and down my shaft and I could feel my
balls getting ready to fire my cum like a projectile from a cannon.

   Sue evidently realised I was getting close.  She pushed me back so I was
pirched on the edge of the desk, stood up and leaned forward so that my
cock would indeed shoot all over her breasts.

   "Yes sir, go on, I want your cum covering my chest, I want to walk
around the school with my friends, knowing your cum is drying on my tits
and no one else but us being aware of it.  I want to be able to smell your
cum on my sweater when I take it off tonight."

   Her hands went up to her tits and squeezed them together!

   That was too much for me, my cock exploded with a huge jet of spunk, and
another, and another, right on target!

   "Oh Sue you fucking slut!" I finally got it, I knew what she meant when
she said she is a slut.

   "Yes sir, I told you I am." she started rubbing all that sticky cum all
over her tits and around her nipples which were rock hard and pointed
straight at me which was almost enough to get me hard again.  But I think
we both realised we were pushing our luck.

   She leaned forward and slipped her fingers between my lips again, but
this time it was my salty juices I tasted.

   She picked up her sweater and pulled it on.  And aside from the puddle
of cum she'd squirted all over the chair and now the floor, and the smell
of sex in the air, she looked almost as put together as she had when she
came to class earlier, all be it with nothing but her skirt covering her
satisfied pussy, and her sweater and of course my cum covering her breasts.

   "Sue, did you have this all planned out?"

   "Well sir, I couldn't pass up the chance to show off in front of you. 
And something told me you wouldn't be able to say no." She smiled sweetly.
god those lips were around my cock 5 minutes ago.

   "Well, you got that right."

   "And now you can spend the rest of the day knowing your cum is drying
all over my tits."

   She picked up her bag and walked over to the door.  As she opened it,
she turned to me, her skirt flaring outwards so I got a very brief glimpse
of what lay underneath, something I'm sure she did on purpose.

   "Next time sir, it's your turn to choose what we'll do." She paused as
if something ahd just occurred to her.  "You do want a next time, don't
you?"

   She blew me a kiss, lifted up her top so I could have one more look at
her breasts before covering up and pulling the door closed behind her.



   THE CHEERLEADER CH.  02

   Blind student lays down some rules and knows what she wants!

   Two hours after my encounter with Sue, I was standing in the shower with
one thought bouncing around in my head ...

   "Next time?"

   Sue had definitely said next time it would be my turn.

   "This is madness!" I had to say it out loud to convince myself that it
was in fact madness before my imagination started coming up with ways next
time could happen.  Even then I still wasn't convinced.

   In my bedroom, the phone started to ring.

   In the shower, I started to swear!

   I turned the shower off and rushed dripping through my flat to my mobile
phone.

   "Yes?" I said dripping and breathing heavily.  God anyone would've
thought I'd just run a marathon, or more apt swam a marathon.

   A whispered voice.  "check your e-mail, sir." And the call was
disconnected.

   I don't know how long I stood there with my phone to my ear, mouth
hanging open waiting for flies, but it felt like an hour.

   The voice was unmistakable, but how the hell had Sue gotten hold of my
number?  Oh and my e-mail address for that matter!

   "Next time," my dirty little inner voice repeated over and over.

   I kept telling myself this couldn't happen as my body, apparently on
autopilot powered up my laptop.

   You know the phrase A watched pot never boils?  Well this is the
Microsoft equivalent, A watched laptop never boots.

   So, to save my frustration, I went to make myself a coffee, and hoped it
would be ready to go by the time I'd stood in the kitchen for ten
minutes... wading.

   I bet she can do the splits, my dirty mind mused, and immediately my
mind's eye provided the image of Sue lowering herself slowly, tantalizingly
to the floor.  Of course my porn film editor brain only dressed her in her
short cheerleader skirt and nothing else.  My body instantly reacted!  It
was only my stiffening prick that reminded me I was still wet from the
shower and naked.

   At this rate I'll need another shower, a very cold one.

   I quickly towelled dry and dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, grabbed my
coffee and sat in front of the laptop which had finally booted.

   I clicked the mail shortcut on the desktop and once I opened and
downloaded my messages I saw it right away ...
From: Sue.J2K@gmail.com
Subject: Post Lesson Meeting?

   Hi Mr.  Hart,

   I hope you don't mind me writing to you personally, but I just had to
let you know that today's lesson was the best yet, very stimulating and
gave me lots to think about and really opened my mind to lots of
possibilities.

   I do have a few questions though if you wouldn't mind and if you're
available over the weekend.  I know it's an unusual request, but the lesson
got me so pumped that I wanted to act while the ideas were in my head.

   It's probably simpler if you just message me on Telegram.  My username
is @Sue-J2K.

   Hope to speak to you soon.

   Kindest,

   Sue

   My good conscience was having a hard time fighting off my dirty mind
that immediately targeted the words "stimulating" and "pumped".

   Yes, she was definitely stimulated, the wet patch on the classroom floor
was physical proof of that.  I wondered if she's washed the cum off her
tits yet or did she mean it when she said she wanted to walk around with my
spend drying on her breasts.  And, it wasn't just her mind that was opened,
her legs were spread for most of the lesson, and spread a good deal wider
after, not to mention -- "stop it!"

   The vision of her sitting at her desk, legs apart wide enough to give me
a fabulous view up her skirt and of what she wasn't wearing under it sprang
into my imagination.

   "STOP IT!" My fist came down hard on the arm of the sofa, as my other
hand glided over the track pad and clicked "Reply".

   Then I just sat there staring at the blank space where my response
should go.

   I was so confused.  I cared enough about Sue as a student to know that
this shouldn't go any further.  I also cared about myself enough to know
that my teaching career would be over if it went any further and the
slightest hint of anything inappropriate started to get spread around.

   And, why on earth wasn't she messing around with guys her own age.  She
should be sneaking around with boys, catching a feel in empty classrooms or
something!

   I decided I needed to find out.  What it was I felt I needed to know
wasn't clear.  Did I want to know how far this could go, or did I just want
to know ...  why me and what did she actually want?

   As e-mail is about as secure as an unlocked car, I had to keep the
wording teacher-like.
From: David.Hart505@gmail.com
Subject: Re: Post Lesson Meeting

   Hi Sue,

   Firstly, thank you for letting me know how much you enjoyed the last
lesson, it's always great to receive feedback and you did seem excited by
the subject.

   I have some time tomorrow morning so I will send you a message and we
can arrange a mutually convenient time to chat further.

   David hart

   I sat for a full minute with the cursor over the send button before I
activated it.

   Now to wait.

   I spent the rest of that evening alternately nervously pacing my living
room, marking papers and composing my resignation letter in my head.  I was
due to return to England in a few weeks anyway, but I thought I'd better
get out before I was thrown out.

   Who was I kidding?  I knew I wouldn't leave unless I absolutely had to.
I enjoy the work too much number one, and number two, against all my better
judgement, I wanted to see where Sue was taking this, whatever this was.

   It got to 11pm and I was no less restless and decided the only thing
that would give me peace was to fire up Telegram and find out if Sue was
around.

   I opened the app on my phone and connected my Bluetooth keyboard.

   I started a new secret chat with @Sue-J2K and saw that she was online.
Of course she's online, she's a teenager and their phones are rarely more
than an arms-length away.

   And then I froze, I just didn't know what to write.

   For maybe 10 minutes I just sat there with my fingers on the keyboard.

   Finally, I decided directness was the best policy.
Hart505: Sue, what's this all about???

   I hit "Send" and waited.

   The reply came back almost immediately.
Sue-J2K: Secret chat Sir?  Aren't we cautious?
Hart505: I'd like to keep my job.

   Sue-J2K: Yes Sir, I wouldn't want you to lose your job either, but
didn't your e-mail say tomorrow?

   Hart505: I found myself at a loose end and wanted to get things straight
between us.

   I wondered if I was coming across needlessly shitty.

   Sue-J2K: Sir, I can feel your edginess, so let me lay it out for you so
there's no confusion.

   Jesus, what is it with this girl, she's either psychic or really
understands what makes people tick.
Hart505: That would be good.

   Sue-J2K: I had a great time this afternoon and I'm pretty sure you did
too ...

   She didn't have to be psychic to work that one out, and once again an
image of the adventure came to mind.  This time it was the sight of my cum
covering her naked breasts and her hands rubbing it all over.
Sue-J2K: but, we can just leave it there if you'd prefer, or ...
Hart505: Or what?
Sue-J2K: Or we can carry on and see what else there is to do.
Hart505: Can I ask you a question?
Sue-J2K: Anything you like, Sir.

   Hart505: Why aren't you doing daring shit with boys your own age?  I
know you're well liked.
Sue-J2K: How do you know I'm not?

   Ouch!  A mental kick between the legs which is where my ego currently
resided.
Hart505: Are you?
Sue-J2K: would it bother you if I were?
Hart505: Yes, but only because I don't want you to devalue yourself.

   Yes, that was stretching the truth somewhat but it sounded good.

   Sue-J2K: So in one breath you ask me why I'm not getting up to dirty fun
with other boys, and then you tell me that I'd be devaluing myself if I
were?  You can't have it both ways, Sir?:

   I had no come back for that.

   Hart505: OK, very clever, but I'm sure you know what I mean.  I'm a
teacher and you're a student, and there are plenty of boys in this school.
So what is it, a dare to yourself to see if you could get off with a
teacher?

   Sue-J2k: OK so you want straight talk yes?  You are right, there are
plenty of boys, but, I don't know, they're so clingy and possessive, the
ones I'd normally go for are anyway, and the rest are just so shallow and
want to see how many girls they can fuck before they leave.

   I had a hunch she wasn't finished, so I waited.

   Sue-J2K: I'm not really interested in getting emotionally involved with
someone, but I don't want a bunch of cheap thrills with whoever is around.
I want to have some dirty fun with one person who wants the same until I
leave school.  I know I said I am a slut, but I'm a very selective slut,
Sir.
Hart505: Which begs the question, why me?

   Sue-J2K: Well, you're the youngest teacher here and I knew that what I
did in class today, you know giving you a little show at my desk, would
either have me in trouble or you turned on.  And I was right.

   OK, I couldn't fault her reasoning.  My dick was urging me on and my
resolve was slowly being dismantled.

   Was I really worried about being thrown out of the job and not teaching
again?  Well, yes I guess I was, but my attraction to Sue, whether it was
just sexual excitement, curiosity or something else, I just didn't want to
pass up that opportunity.
Hart505: OK, time for my own straight talk.
Sue-J2K: Yes?

   Hart505: What happened today was wrong in so many ways professionally
speaking.  Yes, I was turned on by your little display and, yes I do find
you incredibly sexy and attractive.
Sue-J2K: I sense a big but on the way.

   Hart505: Actually, no, no buts.  God help me but yes, if there is a safe
way we can do it again, I'm up for that.
Sue-J2k: Really?

   Hart505: yes, really, but the moment I sense that one of us is slipping
up, we have to stop, agreed?

   Sue-J2k: Yes, of course.  I don't want to be kicked out of school any
more than you want to lose your job.

   Then everything stopped.  I didn't know what else to say, and I think
Sue must've sensed it, because the conversation took a different turn.
Sue-J2K: I do have some boundaries of my own too.

   That was news to me.  The way she behaved earlier today suggested she
had very few boundaries.
Hart505: And they are?

   Sue-J2K: first, no sex, as in penetration.  I'm not on the pill and I
hate rubbers.  I have no wish to find out I'm pregnant once I leave school.
Hart505: I'm good with that, I hate those damn things too.

   Sue-J2K: next, No kissing, like in Pretty woman you know?  It's too
intimate.  I told you I'm looking for some dirty exciting fun, not
emotional crap.

   Hart505: Sue, you say you don't want intimacy and yet you had my penis
in your mouth only a few hours ago, that's pretty intimate.

   Sue-J2K: I know what you're saying Sir, but I see that more as sexual
intimacy more than emotional.  It's more about the pleasure of it than the
emotional attachment.
Hart505: Have you done this kind of thing before?

   I'm not sure if I actually wanted to know the truth or not.
Sue-J2K: With someone else you mean?
Hart505: This is your show, take the question any way you like.

   Sue-J2K: I've done some fooling around at school with boys from time to
time, nothing more than hand jobs and the occasional blow.  And I know your
next question, even if you weren't going to actually ask, no I'm not a
virgin.

   Hart505: Given that you know you don't like rubbers, I kinda guessed
that.
Sue-J2K: I have played with myself in class before.
Hart505: Oh really?  How often?

   Sue-J2K: Whenever the mood strikes.  Oh and if it's a blind teacher.  In
fact I really get off on doing that with the knowledge that no one else
knows I'm doing it.
Hart505: Until today.
Sue-J2K: Until, as you say, today.
Hart505: Any other boundaries?

   Sue-J2K: Well, I'm rather hoping you can help me find where my
boundaries are.  You Might even be able to stretch them a little.

   This girl was crazy, she'd already stretched my boundaries in terms of
risk, and she was hoping I'd have something new for her?

   Sue-J2k: but I'm not into dressing up in rubber or the whole golden
shower stuff.  That's just not appealing to me.  But aside from that and
the whole not getting pregnant thing, I'm up for anything you'd like to do,
and I did say it was your turn to get what you wanted next time.  So, Sir,
what would you like to do next time?  What do you like to do?

   She was disarmingly frank,so much so that I found I wanted to open up
about my likes and dislikes and found myself getting excited about what
could be in store.
Hart505: You'll think I'm a pervert.

   Sue-J2k: Sir, you're forgetting I played with myself in class today with
the knowledge that you could very well be watching, so if you're a pervert,
then so am I, and I'm not a pervert sir.

   Hart505: Well, Sue, what you did today got me in my number one turn on
spot.
Sue-J2k: I don't know what you mean Sir.  Which part?

   Hart505: Well, I like to watch a woman playing with herself, but that's
only part of it.  There's something about a woman sat with her legs crossed
that I find incredibly sexy.  And, Well, I like looking up a woman's skirt.
Sue-J2K: Have you ever looked up my skirt before?

   Hart505: No, of course not, but it was very difficult not to notice you
today.  First, your skirt was very short, and second, you weren't doing
much to hide.

   Sue-J2k: OK, let's put it another way.  Have you ever tried to look up
my skirt before.
Hart505: No!

   Sue-J2K: Do you look up other girls skirts, or teachers for that
matter.?

   Hart505: Not on purpose.  By that I mean I don't go out of my way to get
a good look, but sometimes it happens, you know some of the girls at the
school, they do all but lift their skirts up for you.
Sue-J2K: Really, I didn't know that.
Hart505: Well, believe me, they do.

   Sue-J2K: Oh, I can believe it.  So, you like to look up skirts, you like
to watch a woman playing with herself.  Now answer my question, what would
you like to do next time?
Hart505: Can I ask you something first?

   I was only stalling a little, I was actually curious about this.
Sue-J2K: Yes, anything, you know that.

   Hart505: You said you wanted to feel my cum drying on your breasts.  Was
that for my benefit or is that actually what you wanted.

   Sue-J2k: Sir, your cum is still on my tits.  I'm sure me saying it gave
you a little thrill, but I meant what I said, I wanted to feel it all over
me and not wash it off until I have a shower, which incidentally I'll have
to go and do soon.
Hart505: Wow.

   Sue-J2k: Next time I suck you sir, I won't stop you cumming in my mouth
if that's what you want, but that time, I wanted it all over my chest.

   And yes I did want to cum in her mouth, but it was quite something to
see her spreading all my cum over her and clearly enjoying it.
Hart505: When are you next in Mr Fletcher's class?

   Mr Fletcher was one of the blind teachers at the school, and I'm sure if
he knew what Sue possibly got up to in his class, he'd be pretty pissed off
at not being able to see.
Sue-J2K: Tuesday, 2:30, final period.

   Hart505: OK, when you go to his class, I want you to take your phone. 
And, make sure you have some earbuds in.
Sue-J2k: What do you want me to do Sir?
Hart505: Just do that for now and expect a message from me.
Sue-J2k: Anything else?

   Hart505: Yes, be sure to wear a long skirt, but not a straight one
that's so tight you can't move.
Sue-J2K: Oh.  I think I have just the thing.
Hart505: And, nothing under it.
Sue-J2K: I rarely wear anything under my skirts and dresses.
Hart505: You're kidding!

   Sue-J2K: Now I bet you wish you'd tried to get a look between my legs
before today.

   She wasn't wrong.

   Sue-J2K: Well, I certainly hope you'll make a habit of trying for the
rest of the year, even though there's only a few weeks left.

   I didn't need telling twice!
Hart505: Would you like that?
Sue-J2K: You have no idea.  Just thinking about it excites me!

   The more we chatted, the less I felt like her teacher, but I had to be
really careful that it didn't show outside of our online conversations.
Hart505: Then I'll do my best.  I like to see you excited.
Sue-J2k: I can't wait till tuesday.

   In all honesty, neither could I, I had a hard on just thinking about
what I wanted her to do.
Hart505: You don't know what you'll be doing yet.

   Sue-J2K: I have a pretty good idea, Sir.  Now, I really have to go
shower and wash your cum off my tits, oh and my own cum from my thighs.
Hart505: You dirty girl.

   Sue-J2K: Yes Sir, I am, even though most of it is still in my head, I'd
like to get a whole lot dirtier with you.

   I was thinking the same thing, but didn't say so.
Hart505: Goodnight Sue, See you Tuesday.

   I closed down the Telegram app and shut off my keyboard.  What the fuck
was I doing?  As I rubbed my aching penis through my jeans, I found I
didn't much care as long as neither of us got in trouble.