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- TRUE TO LIFE-
Part One
by Ann Douglas
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Friday afternoon couldn't have come too
soon for the students of Peterson High School. It
was the first week of June and they had less than
two weeks to go until graduation. For Michael
Rossi and Bobby Williams, it meant that in ten short
days they would finish their years at Peterson and
move onto bigger and better things. In Bobby's case
it was a football scholarship at State, and for Mike
Rossi a chance to study Industrial Arts at Brookfield
U.
"I thought that English Lit class would never
end." Bobby said as they headed for the bus stop on
the corner. "I just can't seem to understand Hamlet,
they speak so funny. You never know what they're
talking about."
"Well you better figure it out real quick."
Mike said to his longtime pal. "Cause Old Man
Winters is a bug on Shakespeare, and Hamlet is
supposed to be his favorite. You know he's going to
put it on the final."
"Shit," Bobby groaned. "I'm screwed then. I
even got those Monarch Notes, but they still didn't
help."
"Tell you what," Mike said as he suddenly
stopped. "How bout you take my story notes home
over the weekend. Read then tomorrow and I'll
come over Sunday and go over with them with you."
"That'd be great." Bob said, the relief in his
voice evident. "What am I ever going to do without
you when I get to State."
"Properly fail," Mike joked. "But by then
you'll be someone else's problem."
The larger boy joined in the laughter and
slapped Mike on the back. They had been friends
since the ninth grade. Even back then, Bobby had
been a jock. Mike on the other hand had been a
skinny, pale little kid who more than earned the title
nerd. He was the kind of kid that always seem to
get beat up by the bigger guys. That was until the
day Bobby Williams had come across a Junior about
to deposit Mikey in a waste bin after he had spilled
milk on his jacket.
Bobby didn't know Mike from Adam, but
he'd had a little brother who used to get picked on
by the bigger kids. In fact, since Bobby was left
back in the fifth grade, he was eighteen months older
than the rest of his class. That made his little
brother Steve only six months younger than Mike.
From that point on, the two had formed an
unlikely friendship. Mike had spent many a night
tutoring Bobby in one subject or other. Bob in turn
had helped his younger friend branch out in other
areas that he normally wouldn't have approached.
True, he wasn't about to try out for the football
team, but he had long ago shed his nerd image. At
least in appearance.
Rummaging through his knapsack, Mike
finally came up with a small red binder and handed it
to Bobby.
"Try not to drool on it when you eat." He
said as his friend dropped the binder in his own carry
case. "I realize that I'm asking a lot, but I do try to
take care of my study notes."
"Funny, Rossi, real funny." Came Bobby's
reply. "There are times I wonder why I kept them
from putting you out with the trash."
Mike didn't seem to hear the comeback. His
attention seemed to be concentrated on his knapsack
as he sorted through it's contents looking for
something. A worried look flashed across his face
as he began to shift through the books and binders a
second time.
"Lose something? Bobby inquired.
"My sketchbook," Mike replied as he looked
a third time. "It's not here!"
"You sure?"
"Of course I'm sure," He answered, a tense
anxiousness in his voice. "I've looked three times!"
Michael's great love was drawing, and his
sketchbook was his pride. Not that he ever showed
it to anyone. Sure once and a while he would
produce a portrait for someone after he had ripped it
from the book, but no one ever saw the book itself.
"Hey don't worry about it, it's just a book. I'll
bet it's sitting in your locker or under your desk in
one class or another." Bobby said as he glanced at
his watch and saw that the bus would be there in a
few minutes. "Don't worry about it, you'll get it
Monday."
The hard angry look he suddenly got from
his friend told him he had said exactly the wrong
thing. It was as if after causing a loosing fumble,
Mike had told him football was only a game.
"Ok, I'm a thick headed jock and don't know
anything about art." Bobby apologized. "I know
you're going to go back and look for it, do you want
me to go back with you?"
"Nah, I don't want you to be late for your job
at McDonalds." Mike said, accepting the apology.
"You might need those job skills some day."
"It's a good thing you're such a hot shot
artist, cause as a comedian you'd make a great
waiter."
"There's the bus, get going!" Mike said as he
pointed out the gray bus rounding the corner.
"Ok, ok." Mike said as he grabbed his bag
and started to head for the stop.
"One of these days, I really want to see
what's in that book." He said after he had gone a
few stops. "My moneys on a dozen or so nudes of
Jenny Greene!" Bobby added, making reference to
the girl who was without question, the hottest babe
in school.
From the sudden blank look he saw on his
friend's face before he turned to run the last twenty
feet, Bobby got the impression he hadn't been far
off.
After checking his locker and coming up
empty, Mike began to reverse his steps for his last
few periods. The book had been in his bag during
his lunch. He'd done a quick sketch of Timmy Butler
playing his sax in the lunchroom. Mike clearly
remembered putting it away after that. Having no
luck in the rooms used for English Literature and
Health Science, the brown haired youth headed for
the second floor and American History.
Since entering the school, Mike had only
passed one other person in the halls. The dismissal
bell on a Friday afternoon was like the starting gun
at the races. Even the Teachers were usually gone
by 3:10. With luck, he would find the book fast and
make the 3:35 bus.
Quickly moving to his desk in the back of the
classroom, Mike lifted the desktop, only to find it
held only a few papers and a spare pencil. He was
sure, it had to have been here. The only other
possibility was Music Appreciation, but they'd
listened to a concert tape today and he hadn't even
opened his bag in that class. Could someone have
taken the book out of his bag somewhere else.
"Did you lose something?" Asked a voice
from the front of the room.
Mike whirled around to find himself faced by
Mrs. Koda, his history teacher. Normally, Mike
loved sitting in the back of the room and watching
Mrs. Koda teach. It wasn't that he had such an
interest in history, it was that he loved watching her
walk around the room.
Arlene Koda was as far from the stereotype
school teacher image as you could get. Standing
5'6", she had long curly red hair that reached down
to below her shoulders. Bright emerald green eyes
lit up her face and she had a body that not even
Jenny Greene could match. As on most days, she
was dressed rather conservatively, a plain white
blouse and blue skirt. Yet even these plain clothes
couldn't hid the woman beneath.
Only in her early thirties, Mike had heard
someone once say that she had come in second
runner up in some statewide beauty contest back
when she was in college. If she had come in third,
Mike couldn't imagine what number one and two
could've looked like.
"Is something wrong Mr. Rossi?" He heard
her ask.
Mike suddenly realized that he'd been
standing there for over ten seconds without saying a
word.
"Er....no," He stuttered. "I...er....forgot my
sketch book somewhere and ....thought I might have
left ...it in class."
"Oh, then this must be yours." Arlene said
as she pulled open one of her desk draws and pulled
out a thick black bound book. "I found it on the
floor in the back of the room when I was cleaning up
earlier."
Michael went pale as she lifted the book up
and flipped it open to a page near the front. A cold
sweat suddenly ran down his back as she turned a
few pages.
"I only took a quick look before to see if
there was a name in it." Arlene said as she turned
another page. "I didn't see one, so I just put it away.
By Monday, I figured, someone would've come
looking for it."
Michael's heart was racing as he slowly
walked to the front of the room. Each time she
turned another page, his heart felt like it skipped a
beat.
"Oh God," The 17yr old pleaded in a silent
prayer. "Please let her stop."
"This is really excellent work. I have to say
I'm impressed." Arlene continued as she admired
one particular drawing. "I can see why you'd be
worried that you lost this book."
"Yeh," Mike replied, trying so very hard to
be cool as he reached out for the book.
"In fact, I'm surprised you haven't submitted
any of this work to the Peterson Quarterly or the
Yearbook. I'm the faculty advisor for both you
know." She went on as she flipped a dozen or so
more pages, scanning the last half of his work. "In
fact I.........."
Her voice suddenly fell silent as she flipped
back to a page she had just flew past. From the look
on her face, Mike knew he was busted. He suddenly
felt dizzy and was afraid he was about to faint.
"Oh my........" He dimly heard Mrs. Koda
say as she turned a few more pages.
She paused for a second, a look of disbelief
on her face. Then she turned another page.
"Oh my Lord!" She exclaimed, this time
much louder.
With that, Michael did faint.
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- TRUE TO LIFE-
Part Two
by Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
Michael's first sensation of consciousness
was the smell of flowers. Even before he opened his
eyes, the sweet scent filled his nostrils. When his
eyes did open, they quickly focused on the soft full
breasts pressing against the white blouse of the
woman leaning over him. He was laying on a couch
in a large room he recognized as the Teacher's
Lounge.
"I'm glad to see you're back with us, Mr.
Rossi." Mrs. Koda said when she noticed his open
eyes. "I was beginning to wonder if I was wrong in
not calling the paramedics."
"No,...I'm ok....." Mike mumbled as he
shook his head to clear it.
As he sat up he saw the thick black book
sitting on the coffee table. In a cold numbing clarity,
he remembered what had happened. Hesitantly, he
sat up and tried to think of something to say.
"I'm really sorry about all this....." He said.
"I should think so," Mrs. Koda replied. "I
really can't even express how shocked I am by the
drawings in that book. Or how surprised I am that
a young man of your scholastic ability could have
created them."
With that she flipped open the book and
turned to the offending pages. Spread out across ten
sheets were a dozen or more sketches of a man and
woman engaged in various sexual acts. Some of the
figures were generic, but more often than not, the
male figure was Michael himself.
Arlene turned past the assorted drawings,
stopping at a closeup of a woman performing
fellatio. She could've been mistaken about the other
depictions, but there was no doubt that the likeness
in the closeup was her own.
"These drawings are enough to get you
expelled, you know that, don't you?" She asked
Michael.
Michael merely nodded, too stunned at the
idea to say anything.
"And that, I think would be a real shame.
I'd hate to be the cause of your loosing your
scholarship."
Michael's eyes followed the Teacher across
the room, for once his attention riveted on her
words instead of the sway of her ass. She still had
the book in her hands, glancing down at his
creations as she spoke.
"But I do have a responsibility as a Teacher
in this school to maintain discipline and order. I just
can't let an incident like this go unacknowledged."
A dozen possible repercussions of his
stupidity flashed through Michael's mind. His
parent's reaction if he were expelled, the loss of his
chance to go to Brookfield. In half of them, he saw
himself needed those job skills he jokingly suggested
Bob might need.
"It would be different if these were just
simple nudes." Arlene continued. "I could just
dismiss them as art with a poor choice of subject.
Yet as hard as I try, I can't classify drawings like
these as anything but pornographic."
"I don't have to worry about getting a job at
the McDonald's" Michael thought as he saw his
future flush down a toilet. "My father is simply
going to kill me and be done with it. How is he
going to explain to his friends and business
associates that his son got kicked out of school for
drawing porno pictures of one of his Teachers."
"Still, a decision that will have such a strong
effect on your future shouldn't be made in haste."
Michael heard Mrs. Koda say, snapping his attention
back to her. "And since if anyone is the offended
party in this matter, it's myself, or am I wrong in
concluding that I'm the subject of these images?"
Michael shook his head no.
"Well then, as the offended party it's up to
me to decide what action should be taken," She
concluded. "I've decided to sleep on it over the
weekend and come to a decision by Monday."
With a loud bang, she slammed the book
shut.
"You may go." She said. "I'll see you
Monday morning."
Michael was on his feet in a flash and headed
for the door, his hands still shaking. He was about
to disappear down the hall when Mrs. Koda called
after him with a final question.
"Can I assume that no one else has seen the
contents of this book? She asked.
"No, Ma'am. I mean, Yes, Ma'am. No one
ever sees that book but me." He answered quickly.
"Good, very good!" Arlene said, a smile on
her face.
With that, Michael turned and ran down the
stairs and out of the building as fast as he could.
Michael slept very little Friday night and was
listless all day Saturday. He felt like a condemned
convict, waiting for the ax to fall. Better if Mrs.
Koda had simply decided yesterday, at least he
wouldn't have to suffer through this terrible waiting.
Then he reminded himself that as long as she hadn't
rendered her decision, there was still a chance he
could find a way out of this mess. It had barely been
twenty-four hours and he was already a nervous
wreck. What would he be like by Monday morning?
All afternoon he ran errands, trying to keep
his mind off the impending decision. His Mother had
commented on his sudden moodiness, but his father
had told her not to worry about it. The boy probably
has a girl on his mind. Little did his father know how
true that was.
Getting home about 6:30, Michael sat down
to a late supper with his family. He wasn't really
hungry, but skipping it would cause too many
questions. He wasn't really paying any attention to
the table talk until his Mother remarked that one of
his teachers had called today.
"One of my teachers called?" Michael asked
as his eyes lit up. "Which one?"
"Well I didn't take the call, Cindy did." His
Mother replied.
"Who called?" He asked his little sister.
"Mrs. Kodak or something like that" She
replied, still stuffing her face with stuffing.
"Koda?" Mike asked.
"Yeh, that was it." The twelve year old said.
"She said something about some book she found in
school that belonged to you."
"What exactly did she say/" Michael
questioned his sister, his face turning cold and pale.
"Just that she found some book of yours and
that if you wanted to pick it up you could stop over
her house and get it."
"Anything else?"
"Just that her husband and her were going
out at 07:30 and it would have to be before then."
"07:30!" Michael exclaimed as he looked up
at the kitchen clock, it was already 5 after. "Why
didn't you tell me before?"
"So I forgot," Cindy replied. "Big deal,
you'll get it tomorrow. I left the address over on the
bulletin board."
Michael jumped up from the table and
quickly found the note pinned to the corkboard. It
was an address in the Pinedale section. That was at
least a twenty minute drive.
"Dad, can I borrow the car?" He asked his
father as he reached for the spare keys in the hook
below the board. "I might still be able to catch
them."
"I can't see whats all so important that you
need to rush over there?" His father said as he too
noted the time.
"Its my sketch book..." Michael began to
say.
"No wonder you've been so depressed." His
Mother interrupted. "John...." She said as she
turned to her husband.
"All right, " John Rossi gave in. "But I don't
want you speeding over there. I know that book is
important to you but it's not worth getting into an
accident for."
"Thanks Dad!" Michael exclaimed as he
bolted out the kitchen door.
Michael's heart dropped a little more as he
watched the dashboard clock click off each new
minute. He'd been stuck in this traffic jam on Main
St for nearly a half hour and the bright green digits
now read 08:05. By now, Mr. and Mrs. Koda were
long gone, and with them any chance of his
retrieving his sketch book and his future. By
tomorrow she might've had a change of heart.
Maybe she would mention it to her husband and he
would be so outraged that he would demand she
take some punitive action against the offender.
Either way it meant another sleepless night.
By 08:15 he had cleared the traffic and was
now only 5 minutes from the Koda house. He
decided to still head there and at least leave an
apologetic note. Maybe that would help. Stopping to
use a pay phone, he told his Mom that he had been
delayed by the traffic and that he was going to take
the car over to Bob's house if that was ok with Dad.
6 minutes later he was pulling up in front of the
Koda house.
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- TRUE TO LIFE-
Part Three
by Ann Douglas
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The house was big, twice the size of the one
Michael had grown up in. A carefully kept lawn and
an endless row of flowers showed the work of
professional landscapers. Thinking of all the hot
Saturday afternoons he had spent with a mower,
Michael felt a tinge of envy of someone who could
afford to pay to have that done for them. A car was
parked in front of a two car garage, a new 95 Lexus.
Michael wondered how a teacher could
afford a house like this, then he remembered
someone once saying that she was married to some
kind of surgeon.
"Great, nice to know her husband has easy
access to sharp knives." Michael said as he walked
up the pathway.
Michael had reached the large front door
when he suddenly realized that he didn't have
anything to write a note on . Searching his pockets,
he could only come up with a dry cleaning receipt. A
message scribbled on the back of that wouldn't
exactly leave the type of impression he wanted.
From the street, he had noticed a few lights
on throughout the house. It could just be part of an
alarm system, but if he was really lucky, maybe they
had a maid or someone at home he could let know
he had stopped by.
Brushing back his hair and straightening his
clothes, Michael rang the bell. A few minutes passed
and there was no response. He tried it again and was
about to give it up and head home when he heard
footsteps approaching the door.
The door swung open and Michael was
rendered speechless. The woman standing there bore
only a superficial resemblance to the teacher he
knew. The long red hair that was normally pinned
back and hidden had been styled into a intricate
design. Normally she wore a very subdued pink
lipstick, now it was bright red. As red as her lips
was the cocktail dress she wore, the plunging
neckline of which gave him a delightful view of the
breasts he had so fantasized about. In fact, so taken
was he by just the sight of those soft, white globes,
he didn't immediately notice the imprint of her
nipples against the thin material of the dress. It was
obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Mrs. Koda?" Michael finally stammered
out.
"Michael," She answered somewhat
embarished. "I didn't really expect you this late."
"I'm sorry," He said. "I didn't the message
until very late, then I got stuck in traffic. I was just
going to leave a note then I realized that I didn't
have anything to write on."
"Very well, as long as you are here, you
might as well come in." She said in a voice that said
this hadn't been her first disappointment of the
evening.
"You have a beautiful house." He said as he
walked from the foyer into a large living room.
Everything about the house said money.
"Thank you, but I had nothing to do it." She
replied as she walked over to a desk on the far side
of the room. "My husband had it decorated by
professionals, and its cleaned by a maid. Its just
another trophy to his success."
Immediately, Michael knew he had hit on a
sore point right out of the box. Not a good thing to
do with someone who help your fate in her hands.
A large 11 x 14 photo on the wall caught
Michael's attention. It was of the finalists in a
beauty pageant The stories had been true. The third
runner up was obviously a younger Arlene Koda.
To Michael, she had it all over the winner and
runner-up. What could have those judges been
thinking?
"That's another one of my husband's trophy."
Arlene said from behind him. "Miss Mayfield
County - 1983."
Michael did understand at first, then he
realized that she was referring to herself as the
trophy, not the photograph.
"You were beautiful." Michael observed,
then added a few seconds later. "I mean not that I
don't think you're still beautiful now...I mean..."
"That's ok," She said as she turned and
headed to a large chair and sat down. "I'll take it as
the compliment it was intended to be."
Michael flushed, it seemed everytime he
opened his mouth he put his foot into it.
I was having a drink," She said as she filled
up a glass that was resting in the end table next to
the chair. "Would you like one?"
"Err sure...." Michael said as he walked over
and took a seat on the couch on the other side of the
end table.
"I guess you're a little surprised at seeing me
like this." She said as she handle him a glass of
wine. "My life at school is very different from the
life I live at home. Its almost like I become a
different person when I walk through those school
doors."
Sitting this close to her, Michael quickly
realized that the drink she had just poured was far
from her first this evening.
"At home I'm just supposed to be the
beautiful wife of Doctor Alan Fitzgerald, one more
monument to his achievements. I really don't have
to do anything but supervise the maid and other
servants and look good for guests."
"I thought your name was Koda, " Michael
interrupted. "but you said your husband's name is
Fitzgerald."
"Koda was my maiden name, I decided to
keep it as far as my teaching credentials went." She
answered. "I was a teacher before I was a wife, it
was something I wasn't going to let just slip away.
He wasn't too happy about that, let me tell you."
This was getting all too deep for Michael.
Why did she suddenly feel the need to unload her
problems on him. Don't all these rich people have
psychiatrists to help them with their problems. He
wished she would just give him back his book and he
could get out of here.
"But that's all going to change now, I won't
be teaching after the end of this year." She said.
Suddenly she again had Michael's attention.
"A few of Alan's colleagues suggested to him
the other day that it was inappropriate for the wife
of the new head of surgery at Saint Mathews to be
wasting her time teaching. There were far too many
important social activities that went with his new
position that she should be attending to. So just like
that, my teaching career is history."
"Couldn't you have worked out some sort of
compromise?" Michael asked, surprised that he was
actually interested.
"You don't compromise with Dr. Alan
Fitzgerald III." Arlene answered sarcastically. "He
commands and like the word from on high the little
people scurry to obey."
"Position is everything to him," She
continued. "I once asked him for a divorce since it
was obvious that he never really loved me. He only
said that it wouldn't look good and it was out of the
question."
Michael listened and watched in amazement
as she finished her drink and poured another. She
was obvious now feeling the effects of the alcohol.
"You know, I could deal with it if he was
screwing one of his nurses. That I could fight
against." She said unexpectedly. "But his only
mistress is his fame."
Michael almost dropped his drink upon
hearing her remark. Never could he have imagined
his teacher using the word 'screw'.
"But I'm really wasting your time with all
this, aren't I" She said as she put down the glass,
now half empty. "What you came here for was your
sketch book, not to listen to my problems."
With that she produced the book from
alongside the arm of the chair. It was obvious that
she must've been looking at it prior to his arrival.
"I guess I was a little hard on you over this
yesterday. Sometimes I get a little too wrapped up
in my 'teacher mode'." She said as she flipped
through the pages.
"Well I guess maybe I deserved some of it."
Michael said, trying to sound contrite.
"I made much too much of it all." She said
as she once again scanned the offending pages. "If
anything, maybe I should've been flattered by it."
Michael couldn't believe what he was hearing
but he wasn't about to contradict her. Not at least
until he had the book and was out of here.
"I think it's been a long time since anyone's
though of me like this." She said as she looked
down at drawings of her engaged in various sexual
activities.
Michael opened his mouth to say something,
then decided that silence was really golden. Better to
just let her go on, since she showed no indication of
stopping anyway.
"I have to say though, with the only view of
me you ever saw being that of the schoolteacher,
you did a really great job with these sketches."
Her reference to her school outfits made the
youth suddenly realize that he had been staring at
her breasts all the time they'd been sitting there.
Luckily she hadn't seem to notice.
"Of course my nipples are much bigger in
real life." She said so casually that Mike did a
double take. "And I don't have a bush like that. I
keep it nice and trim. But of course you had no way
of knowing that."
"Err, maybe I should leave before your
husband gets back." Michael suggested, hoping she
would take the suggestion and let him leave with the
book.
"Oh don't worry about him," She said,
dismissing the idea with a wave of her hand. "He's
attending a dinner in his honor at the club. That's
where I'm supposed to be by the way. But after the
fight we had before leaving, the one where he put his
pronouncement on the end of my teaching career.
He decided that I could stay home. I can see him
there now, telling people that I had to stay home
with a headache."
"One thing I am curious about." She said,
"And I really like to satisfy my curiosity about it
before you leave."
"Sure anything." Michael replied quickly, his
hopes rising when she mentioned his leaving.
"I've noticed that in all the drawings, you've
depicted yourself as rather well endowed." She said.
"And I'm curious as to whether that's a true to life
depiction or just wishful thinking."
"What? Michael asked. "You want to know
if I really look like that naked?"
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- TRUE TO LIFE-
Part Four
by Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
"Yes, exactly right!" She said with a smile.
"Well, yeh, that's what I look like. I only
make something up in my drawing if I don't know
what it really looks like." He said, hopeful that
would satisfy her and he would be out of here with
his book in a few minutes. With all the trouble that
book had caused him, he was now thinking of
burning it.
"Please don't take offense," Arlene said.
"But its been my experience that young men tend to
exaggerate in this area. I afraid I'm going to have to
have more concrete proof than just your say so."
"Like what?"
"Well they say seeing is believing." The
Teacher replied.
"You want me to drop my pants and show
you?" Michael asked. This was getting really weird.
"That would definitely answer the question."
She replied. "And after that the book is yours."
"I don't know...." Michael said, he had a
funny feeling about this.
"Oh come on," She said, and then added in a
whisper tone. "I promise not to tell anyone if it turns
out to be really small if that what you're worried
about."
That did it. Michael knew he had drawn
himself true to life and if he didn't do it now she
would think it was because he really was small.
Standing up he quickly undid his belt and
pulled down his pants. A moment later his
underwear followed.
He felt pretty funny standing there half naked
in front of one of his teachers - his cock hanging in
the wind so to speak. Mrs. Koda seemed to be
studying his organ with great interest. Finally she
spoke.
"I don't know, it seems to be somewhat
smaller than the sketches." She noted. "But then
again it is only semi-erect and you've drawn it in the
throngs of passion."
"Jeez," Michael thought, "What am I going
to have to do now, jerk it off until it's hard."
No sooner had that thought appeared in
Michael head when Arlene reached out with her
long manicured fingers and began to do just that.
Michael was dumbfounded. The salty language had
been one thing, but he couldn't believe that his
teacher was masturbating him.
Totally excited by her touch, it didn't take
more than a half dozen stokes for Michael to reach
his full hardness. Mrs. Koda stopped and looked at
his boyhood tool with a look of satisfaction.
"Well I guess you were telling the truth after
all." She said. "It is as big as you've drawn it."
"Great," Michael thought triumphantly.
"Now I'm out if here!"
"Of course, now what kind of hostess would
I be if I let you go out in such a state, all agitated
like that." Arlene remarked as she took a long close
look at his stiff dick. "You might attack the first
young girl you see out of uncontrollable lust!"
"What is she talking about?" Michael
thought as he looked down at her.
"I guess I'll just have to do something about
it myself." She concluded.
Before the impact of what she said could
even register, Arlene leaned forward and took his
hard cock into her mouth.
"Oh Shit!" Michael exclaimed as he felt the
warm softness engulf his cock. This had to be a
dream, any second he would wake up and find
himself in his own bed.
That thought lasted only a few seconds as his
mind turned to the ripples of delight produced by his
Teacher's skillful tongue. If anything, his cock had
grown even harder as he looked down and watched
those soft red lips he had seen day after day in class
now slide up and down his manhood.
Michael quickly dismissed any thought of
trying to stop Arlene. A few minutes before, he had
felt guilty about not walking out when she had asked
to see his cock, then even guiltier when she had
jerked him off. It was, he told himself, the result of
her having had too much to drink. But now, with
the woman he had fantasized about all year on her
knees in front of him, Michael couldn't think of
anything except how good her mouth felt.
Arlene was a born cocksucker. With a skill
that could only have come from years of practice,
she took Michael's seven inches deep into her throat.
Michael had only had three blowjobs before, one
from Carol Myers and two from Cynthia Rodriguez.
None of those had felt like this.
The wetness of Arlene's mouth seemed to
engulf his entire being. Her tongue was everywhere
at once. Licking up under the crown, tickling the
sensitive area beneath his balls, massaging the sides
of his cock as she took him all the way into her
throat.
"Oh Mrs. Koda...." He moaned.
Michael placed his hands against the back of
Arlene's head and began to thrust his cock into her
mouth. He had never done this before but it seemed
to excite Mrs. Koda. The pressure on his cock grew
and grew until he knew it would only be a minute or
two before he exploded. He wondered if she would
let him come in her mouth, something he had always
dreamed of. Or would she pull away at the last
moment.
Michael needn't have worried, Arlene had no
intention of letting even a drop of her prize spill to
the floor. She continued to hold his balls with her
free hand, delaying his climax. She could feel the
fire building inside him, it felt so good. It had been
years since she had really sucked a cock, her
husband viewed it as sometime only the lower
classes did.
Finally she released her grip and Arlene felt
the first drops of hot cum splatter against the back
of her mouth. Furiously pumping his cock with her
hand, she opened wider and swallowed as much of
her student as she could. The salty white fluid filled
her as she closed her eyes and savored the tangy
taste. Memories of years past when she had a dozen
different lovers flashed through her mind, and the
different taste each had . Of course that was before
she'd become Mrs. Doctor Perfect.
Words couldn't describe the ecstasy Michael
felt as his seed burst from his cock and disappeared
into Mrs. Koda's mouth. His legs felt weak, his heart
raced and a cold film of sweat covered his body.
Never in his young life had he had an orgasm this
intense.
It seemed like it would never end as he
erupted a third and then a fourth time. The last
burst as powerful as the first. Finally the fifth spurt
signaled the end as Arlene slowed the motion of her
head and gently began to lick the length of his cock
clean.
She took a final lick of his now softening
cock and let it slip from her mouth. She looked up
at him, a very satisfied smile on her face. Michael
smiled back, unsure what to do next. He felt
incredibly awkward. What do you say to a married
woman who had just given you the most incredible
blowjob of your life.
"Did you enjoy that?" Arlene said as she
stood up.
"Oh yes." Michael said as she reached her
full height.
"Good." She purred like a cat who had just
finished a saucer of milk.
Arlene then pressed her lips against
Michael's, giving him a passionate kiss. The taste of
his juices was still on her lips and when she reached
into his mouth with her tongue, he sampled an even
larger measure. Once, in a moment of boyish
curiosity, he had tasted his cum after masturbating -
he had hated it. Yet now, he found it highly erotic.
Stepping back from Michael, Arlene took
another drink from her glass. She seemed to ignore
Michael now, and he figured it was time to go. It
was likely that she might regret her actions after a
while and he'd rather be long gone when she did.
"I supposed that this is going to lead to
another set of drawings." She suddenly said.
"No M'am." Michael quickly answered.
"Oh?" She replied, a look of disappointment
on her face. "You've grown tired of me already?"
No, of course not!"
"Good, so you will draw me again?"
"If it makes you happy." Michael said, torn
between a desire to make her happy and get his ass
out of there.
"Well in that case, I should make sure that
you draw me as I really am!" Arlene said as she put
the now empty glass down.
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- TRUE TO LIFE-
Part Five
by Ann Douglas
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As Michael watched, she reached up behind
her neck and undid the clasp of her cocktail dress. In
a flourish of red, the material fell to the floor,
displaying an impressive set of breasts.
Like she had stated earlier, her nipples were
indeed very large, sitting atop wide pink crowns.
The size of her breasts also surprised Michael.
Buried beneath the conservative blouses she usually
wore to school, they were in fact an impressive 36D.
Even Jenny Greene was only a 34C.
"You can take a closer look if you like."
Arlene said as she smiled and ran her fingers across
her tits. "Touch them if you want. In fact, I wouldn't
even mind if you wanted to kiss them."
That did it for Michael. Whatever tomorrow
brought, tonight he was going to go for everything
he could. He no longer cared if it was the alcohol or
that Mrs. Koda was just incredible horny. All that
mattered was that she obviously wanted him as
much as he wanted her. He could already feel
his cock springing back to life.
Michael cupped both breasts and moved his
mouth to the closest nipple. He heard Arlene sigh as
he took it into his mouth and began to gently suck it.
If it was one thing he had learned from dating Cindy,
it was how to suck a woman's breasts. She used to
have him do it for the longest time.
His tongue traced the outline of her aureole
as his fingers massaged her other breast. He could
feel the nipple growing harder in his mouth as he
covered it with his warm saliva. He eased Arlene
onto the couch and began to kiss and lick his way
across her chest until he came to her other nipple
where he repeated his performance. Arlene just laid
back and closed
her eyes, a happy smile beaming across her face.
"Mmmm..soft is nice." She murmured. "But
I also like it hard. I want you to fuck me...I want
you to fuck me hard!"
"Hard?" Michael repeated.
"Yes, I can see it in your drawing that's what
you want too." She continued as he again took a
breast in each hand and massaged them. "I want you
to fuck me like I was a cheap slut. Like I was a
common whore!"
Michael could see the excitement in her face
when she asked to be fucked like a tramp. He'd
heard of women who wanted to be taken as part of a
fantasy but never thought Mrs. Koda would be the
type. Deep down it was his most secret fantasy
also, that was what his sketches had all been about.
But up to this moment it had all been just that -
fantasy.
"I've watched you and all the other boys in
my class getting hard in school." She went on. "I
know you all went home and jerked off, thinking
what it would be like to sleep with me. Now's your
chance, now's your chance to fuck me! Take me as
rough as you want!"
Now totally controlled by the lust which had
manifested itself in his fantasy drawing, Michael
wasted no time in fulfilling Mrs. Koda's request.
Lifting her off the couch, He eased her onto the
carpeted floor and positioned her on all
fours. Taking a position behind her, Michael
stroked his hard cock as he rubbed his cockhead
against Arlene's wet hole. As he rubbed his
maleness up and down the length of her opening,
Mrs. Koda pressed her pelvis against his hardness,
inviting him to enter her.
"Fuck me!" Arlene cried out as she pressed
against him. "I need you inside me so bad!"
With that, Michael thrusted forward and slid
effortlessly inside of her. As wonderful as her
mouth had felt around his cock, it was nothing
compared to the tightness that now pressed against
his manhood. This was only his second attempt
at intercourse, the first having been with Cindy.
That attempt hadn't gone every well, she had been
unable to take him inside her fully, claiming that it
hurt too much to continue. Mrs. Koda on the other
hand was so lubricated already that he slid in and
out without effort. He had seen this position in one
of his father's hidden adult films, and decided it was
a lot more fun than the old missionary. With a
firm grip on Arlene's hips, he soon developed a firm
rhythm. One which Arlene quickly matched, timing
her gyrations to meet his forward thrusts.
The pace quickened and Michael's thrusts
became more savage, each drive seeming to
penetrate deeper than the last. He would
slide his rock hardness almost all the way out, then
push forward in a furious thrust until his balls
slapped against her. Each time he looked at the
naked woman stretched before him, he thought of
the hundreds of times he had imagined this.
The image caused his lust to grow more and more.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" Arlene panted as her
sweat covered body quaked in passion. "Fill me with
your cock!"
Even thought he had cum only about ten
minutes before, Michael knew he would soon erupt
again. This time he didn't have the advantage of
Arlene's skillful hand to delay his orgasm. His own
body was also covered with sweat, his breaths
labored under his efforts. Then in an instant of
crystal clarity, the young man had a sudden burst of
inspiration. Something he had never really imagined
before, not even in the secret pages of his sketch
book.
So wet had Arlene's love canal become and
so intense had Michael's thrusts become, he had
slipped out of her more than a few times. He was
usually back within her before she could even notice.
This time he pulled out deliberately.
In her sexual ecstasy, it was several seconds
before Arlene realized that Michael was no longer
within her. A look of desperation filled her face as
she began to turn her head and look over her
shoulder to see what had happened. She was so
close to what she knew would be a truly awesome
climax - he couldn't stop now. To her relief,
Michael was already guiding his wonderful cock
back to her womanhood.
No sooner had she turned her head forward
again, Arlene felt the sudden pressure against her
anus. Realizing what Michael intended, she was
suddenly very sober. She opened her mouth to
protest. Arlene got as far as forming an O when her
tight pucker hole parted and Michael's highly
lubricated cock filled her.
"AAAAAA!" She yelled as she felt
Michael's balls slam against her firm round
asscheeks. So cum covered was his cock that his full
length slid in on the very first try.
As suddenly as he had entered her, Michael
pulled back and repeated his initial thrust. To
Arlene's relief and surprise, this time didn't hurt as
much. By the fifth or sixth penetration , it was
actually beginning to feel good.
Lowering her head to the floor where she
could rest on one arm, Arlene reached back between
her legs with the other hand and began to furiously
rub herself. She slid three fingers into her pussy
while she rubbed against her button with her
thumb.
As tight as Arlene's pussy had been, her ass
was unbelievable. Michael never made it to the
tenth stroke as he felt a surge of hot cum erupt from
his balls and fill her ass as he began his ninth. He
pulled her buttocks against him, driving as deep into
her as he could. His legs felt rubbery
as he felt his energy drain from his body into his
loins. Then from there it passed from his body into
hers.
Mrs. Koda lasted a few moments longer.
Spurred on her the ministrations of her own hand,
something she'd had long hours of practice at,
Arlene pushed herself over the edge. Her body
quaked and bucked like a bitch in heat. She couldn't
manage words, a few animalistic grunts were all that
flowed from her. Even in the movies, Michael had
never seen a woman climax like that. It scared him a
moment when he thought she might be having some
kind of seizure.
Finally, Arlene dropped to the floor, her
energy spent. Feeling a little weak himself and
unsure what to do. Michael dropped down and laid
next to her.
It was ten minutes before Mrs. Koda opened
her eyes and looked at him. A sudden fear filled him
as he looked into her deep green orbs. Would she
suddenly realize how far she had gone and blame
him. What if she called it rape? After all, no
matter who started it, he had forced his way into
her ass.
Michael needn't had worried. A wide smile
beamed back at him as she leaned over and kissed
him lightly.
"Thank you." She said softly.
"I should be the one thanking you." Michael
answered back, her smile reflected on his own face.
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- TRUE TO LIFE-
Part Six
by Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
Michael dressed quickly as Arlene covered
herself with a robe. Glancing at the clock, he hoped
his parents hadn't called Bobby's house to check on
him. He knew Bobby would cover for him, it would
be easier to say he was there than to explain why he
had stayed at Mrs. Koda's house so long.
"I guess I'd better be going." Mike said,
feeling suddenly very awkward. What do you say to
your Teacher after you've just fucked the life out of
her.
"Don't forget your book." Mrs. Koda said as
Michael began to head for the door.
"Would you believe that I almost forgot all
about it." Michael laughed.
Mrs. Koda held out the book to him, then
abruptly pulled it back. Michael eyes opened wide
in surprise. Was this some new game?
Arlene quickly opened to the pages covered
with sketches of Michael and herself. She flipped
them until she opened to the page she was looking
for. Smiling, she ripped the page out of the book.
"A little souvenir." She said with a grin as
she again held out the sketch book to him.
This time he took it and quickly placed it
under his arm. Curious, he asked to see what
drawing she had torn out and why. To his surprise,
it was the full page closeup of her giving a blowjob.
She said she had picked that one because it was the
only picture that was undoubtedly her. Only the
cock and mid-section of the boy appeared in the
sketch but she said she would always know who's
cock it had been.
Her attention riveted to the souvenir,
Michael excused himself and quickly let himself out.
Michael was relieved when it was announced
on Monday morning that Mrs. Koda wouldn't be
returning fore the last two weeks of school. Some
personal problems at home it was rumored. The
two weeks passed quickly, and before he knew it
graduation day arrived.
After the ceremony, Michael and Bobby met
their families in the parking lot. He wasn't really
paying attention to all the things people were saying
to him, the day had been too much of a whirl of
images. He hadn't even noticed the tall woman who
had come up behind his parents.
"May I also render my congratulation."
Arlene Koda said as she stepped up alongside Mrs.
Rossi.
"Gee, thanks Mrs. Koda." Bobby said
quickly, hoping that this was going to be the last
person to want to congratulate them. The sooner
they got out of here, the sooner they could start to
party.
It was a few seconds before Michael could
find his voice. He finally managed a weak thank
you.
"You have a very talented son here, Mr. and
Mrs. Rossi." Arlene said with a smile. "I think he
has a good future ahead of him with his ability."
"Why thank you." Mrs. Rossi replied.
"Yes, we're really going to miss him at
Peterson next year." Arlene said.
"You're going to be here next year?"
Michael asked, suddenly finding his voice.
"Yes I will." Arlene answered. "Originally it
looked like I wouldn't be able to, but things have
changed in the last few weeks. I was able to
convinced my husband that it was more
beneficial to his career that I stay at Peterson than
spending all my time doing society work."
"Well if that's what you really want, then
good for you." Mrs. Rossi, not really sure what the
young woman was talking about.
"By the way Michael, I really meant what I
said about your ability." Arlene said. "In fact, if you
really don't have a summer job yet, I'd like to hire
you to do a portrait of me for my house. I'm going
to spend the summer redecorating it.
My husband has given me a blank check so I'm sure
I could make it worth the effort. "
"That's wonderful!" Mrs. Rossi gushed. "If
you're sure he could do your portrait justice."
"Oh I've no doubt of that." Arlene said
beaming. "I'm positive that Michael could bring out
the real me."
Michael just grinned in reply. Already
picturing the poses they could try out over the
summer.
END
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