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Freed
by E.Z. Riter (ezriter@hotmail.com)

***

A student with a crush ends up at his teacher's house 
on a Saturday and becomes a man. (F-adult/M-teen, 1st, 
humor)

***

Author Note: The attached work of fiction is intended 
to be entertainment for adults in locations where it is 
legal. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read. 

***

Patty McRae sat beside me in history class. I was in 
love with her. For fifty minutes each day, I'd watch 
her out of the corner of my eye. I'd see the profile of 
her beautiful face, watch the gentle rise and fall of 
her breasts, see the sunlight halo her golden hair. 

I wanted to touch her, to feel the smooth softness of 
her pale skin. I ached to have her look at me with 
those twinkling soft blue eyes. I wanted her to walk 
toward me with that inviting, sexy sway, the way she 
walked toward her boyfriend, Butch. 

I might as well've been a prisoner in Albania. When 
you're a sophomore geek, the high school goddess dating 
the senior star of the football team doesn't pay any 
attention to you, except to make your life more 
miserable. 

"Henry, I dropped my pencil. Could you pick it up for 
me?" she'd whisper. She'd be partially turned to face 
me. Her face would be pleading. Somehow another button 
was undone on her blouse. I'd feel my palsy return with 
its accompanying red heat as I struggled to reach her 
pencil that was closer to her than to me. 

Then something happened one day, as if the gods on 
high, drained by their laughter at the poor mortal 
suffering mightily below, deigned to take pity on him. 
It didn't appear that way at first, for it began as the 
cruelest blow a teen-aged virgin can endure. 

"Henry Collingsworth, are you paying attention?" 

"Yes, Miss Armbuster." 

"I don't think you were. Come up here and finish 
explaining what I was talking about." 

'No, Miss Armbuster. God, please, no. Not now.' 

"Now, Miss Armbuster?" 

"Yes, Henry. Now! Or do you want to go to the 
principal?" 

"No, ma'am." 

'Thank you, God, for making it go away. I couldn't 
stand the embarrassment.' 

I walked in front of Miss Armbuster's desk and turned 
toward the thirty some faces in our class. It was a 
short walk because I sat in the front row. The walk to 
the gas chamber is a short walk, too, and just as 
deadly. Most of my class mates stared at me with bored 
disinterest. 

However, Patty acted interested. She'd slipped down in 
her chair with her ass hanging on the front edge. Her 
face was devilish as her legs slowly opened... and 
opened. 

'Oh, no. Don't get hard again.' 

"Go ahead, Henry." 

"Abraham Lincoln was the sixteenth president of the 
United States." 

'Is that my voice? How am I talking about Lincoln when 
Patty's legs are... Patty, don't do that!' 

She'd closed her legs and raised her skirt high on her 
thighs. 
She slowly opened her legs again. 

'Oh, holy shit! I can see her panties! No! God, make it 
go away. I'll do anything. I'll never look at a girl or 
masturbate or hit my sister. I'll promise anything you 
want. Henry, say something. Talk about Lincoln.' 

The class burst into laughter. 

"Henry Collingsworth, do you know what you just said?" 

"No, Miss Armbuster. I have no idea." 

"Go to the principal. Tell him what you said. Go, 
Henry! I've lost my patience with you!" 

'I can't walk. Not with this. They can see it anyway, 
but walking'll draw attention to it.' 

Stiff and humped over, I trudged from the room. The 
last thing I remember before I turned toward the door 
was Patty's face. I remembered that look even as the 
principal chewed me out and sent me to detention. 

I still didn't know what I'd said that got that Miss 
Armbuster so pissed off. All I could remember was 
Patty's bare legs and hot pink panties and a raging 
hard on I couldn't hide from sixty prying eyes. I knew 
they all could see it. I knew they all were laughing at 
me. 

I was unbelievably sorry Miss Armbuster was angry. She 
was my best teacher and worked very hard for us. She 
was also my youngest teacher and almost as attractive 
as Patty. 

**

Saturday morning, I was laying on my bed trying to 
decide if I should join the Foreign Legion or jump a 
passing freight train when my mother yelled at me, 
"Henry, the phone's for you." 

When I answered, I heard, "Henry? This is Patty McRae." 
My heart stopped and my cock leapt. Damn, that's what 
caused all my embarrassment. 

"Hi, Patty." 

"Do you have a way to get to my house?" 

"My bike," I answered. Sweat poured off me and I 
started to shake. 

"Listen closely, Henry," she said. 

I did exactly as she said. I left immediately for her 
house, put my bike in her garage and went to the back 
door. She was waiting to lead me to the basement. 

She was dressed in an old sweat suit and her hair lay 
softly around her face. There was a twinkle in her 
eyes, but her mouth was pursed sternly. 

"Henry, if you ever tell anyone you've been here, 
Butch'll kill you. You know that, don't you?" I nodded. 
"If he doesn't, I'll cut off your nuts and make you eat 
them. Do we understand each other?" 

"Yes," I gasped. 

"Take your clothes off." 

"Wh-what did you say?" 

"I said take your clothes off. I want to see you." 

"I can't, Patty. Please don't make me do that." 

She kissed me and her hand dropped to stroke my hard-on 
through my jeans. Her voice was gentle when she said, 
"Don't be embarrassed, Henry. That hard-on's what I 
want to see. Come on. I'll help you." 

She knelt in front of me, unbuckled my belt and yanked 
down my jeans. I ripped off my T-shirt. In seconds, I 
was naked in front of a girl for the first time in my 
life: not just a girl, but the goddess of my dreams was 
kneeling at my feet. 

"Magnificent. Simply magnificent," she whispered. 
"Henry, this is an unbelievable cock." 

"Please, Patty, don't do that. It'll..." 

"Shoot? That's what it's suppose to do. Henry, watch 
me." 

She was looking up at me. Her fingers wrapped around my 
cock and he throbbed, hurting like a boil. "Henry," she 
said in a sexy, teasing way, "have you dreamed of this 
moment?" 

She wrapped her lips around my cock. I felt the tingles 
and knew what was coming. She knew, too. Her fingers 
flew on my shaft as she sucked the head. It wasn't 
three seconds and Patty was swallowing my load. She had 
the most sensual smile when she sat back. 

"I'm sorry," I sobbed. 

She stood and held me in her arms. "It's all right. I 
knew that would happen." 

"I thought girls didn't like it when guys..." 

"...came in their mouths. Some girls don't. Some girls 
do. I love it." She kissed me. The kiss tasted 
different this time. My cock was rising again. She 
stepped back. "Do you want to undress me?" 

"Yes." I wished that had been a deep manly sound rather 
than a squeak. 

She raised her arms. Slowly, like a sculptor unveiling 
a work of art, I pulled her top over her head. 

"I thought you might like to take my bra off me. It 
fastens in front. Henry?" She raised my eyes to look at 
her face. Her expression was caring and soft with a 
hint of laughter. 

"We have all day, Henry. I'm going to let you explore 
every part of me. I'll teach you all about sex. And, 
Henry, we're going to fuck until that marvelous cock of 
yours can't get up." 

Monday morning, I strode into Miss Armbuster's class 
wearing the new cotton slacks I insisted on buying 
Sunday. They were the tightest trousers I'd ever worn. 

"Good morning, Patty," I said as I sat down. 

"Good morning, Henry. I certainly enjoyed my weekend. 
How was yours?" 

"Henry?" 

"Yes, Miss Armbuster?" 

"Are you ready to tell the class about Mr. Lincoln's 
Emancipation Proclamation?" 

"Yes, Miss Armbuster," I replied in a confident, 
masculine tone. 

I stood straight and tall before the class. My cock 
twitched and started to grow. Patty was watching it. So 
was Emily Forest in the third row. A cute little 
brunette with big brown eyes, Emily was as shy as I 
was, no, as I had been. There was Sally, who was the 
sophomore round heels, staring open mouthed and Jenny, 
another geek, sneaking glances. With every eye on me, I 
stood taller and my cock got bigger. My trousers moved 
and I adjusted them for more comfortable display. Patty 
winked at me. 

Miss Armbuster had taken my seat when I went to the 
front. She was staring at my cock. She looked hungry 
and her tongue slowly slipped over her lips. She 
tightened her crossed legs, squeezing their center. She 
saw me watching her and turned bright red. 

After school that day, I stopped in Miss Armbuster's 
room. She was alone, working at her desk. When I came 
in, she glanced up and hurriedly returned to her paper 
work. She trembled when she heard me throw the bolt. I 
stood by her desk waiting for her to acknowledge me. My 
cock was ready. Miss Armbuster struggled with her need 
to look at it. Finally, without looking at me, she 
sighed and said, "Yes, Henry?" 

"Miss Armbuster, you're my favorite teacher and I like 
you very much. I want to make you happy with me, but I 
really don't know what I said in class Friday that 
upset you." 

She pushed back from her desk. Her eyes moved to mine, 
stopping on the way to stare at my cock tenting my 
pants. 

"You said, 'Lincoln's Emancipation Proclamation freed 
the cocks'." 

"Oh," I replied. "I know that isn't correct, but I was 
thinking of something else. Miss Armbuster, may I have 
some private tutoring time with you, maybe away from 
school in the evenings?" 

She looked at me as Patty had. Now I knew what that 
look meant. She flinched when I kissed her, but yielded 
quickly. Her hand stroked my cock through my trousers. 

"Let's start tonight, Henry. There's so much we have to 
cover." 

The End? Or The Beginning? 

Please! Give me your comments! E-mail address: 
ezriter@hotmail.com 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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