David Alexander - Bert

If Miss Munoz had tried that on him, Bert would have revealed anything she wanted to know!

But that was his old fantasy. Bert's new one had him boldly walking up to the sexy teacher and asking for some private tutoring, after school, at her house. Then, once there, the pretense of learning algebra could be discarded, and they could begin to learn all about each other's bodies. The symmetry of his teacher's body, the geometry of her curves, the trigonometry of her pubic triangle, the linear algebra of his straight prong thrusting into her wanton cunt, those were the kinds of maths he wanted to learn firsthand.

Bert shook his head to clear away his illusions when he heard his named called. Even her voice was low, husky, and incredibly sexy. But cold panic clutched at his heart. What had she asked him?

His attention riveted on her words instead of her body, he heard, "Bert pay attention! I asked you what the discriminant of the problem was."

Bert glanced a the board and the answer popped instantly into his mind.

"Its twice the quantity you have labelled A."

Twin black arches rose as Miss Munoz showed her surprise. "That's right. I'm sorry I thought you were goofing off, Bert. Now, Carl, what would the root of this equation be?"

Bert went back to his daydreaming. It had shocked him as much as Miss Munoz that he'd gotten the answer right. Maybe keeping his mind on sex sharpened his wits, improved his intellect. With a sudden resolve, he knew what he was going to do after class.

The rest of the period flowed by as sluggishly as molasses racing uphill on a winter day. The instant the bell rang signalling the end of class, the room evaculated with a speed that would have astonished most track coaches.

Bert lingered until one or two other students questioned Miss Munoz and then left to go to their next class. He stood, gathered his books and courage, and went up to his lovely algebra teacher. She tossed her coal black mane of hair back and stared at him with warm, appealing eyes.

"Bert…I must admit I'm a bit surprised to see you come up like this. You've never done it before, and students usually fall into habits early in the semester.!

Bert placed his books on the edge of the desk before saying, "I felt as if I didn't really understand today's material, Miss Munoz."

She lookded at him and leaned back in her chair. The action moved her shoulder back and revealed more of the smooth, coppery skin between her ample breasts. She knew his eyes were irresistably drawn to the deep valley with its fleeting shadows but she didn't mind. Quite the contrary, she enjoyed his obvious attentions.

"You've been doing passing work. And you surprised me today. I thought you were daydreaming and not paying attention."

"Well, Miss Munoz," Bert started, "I really was doing both. I was paying attention but not to the lesson." His eyes locked on hers and rapid, silent communication passed between the pair.

"And what were you paying attention to, Bert?" She smoothed out her miniskirt before crossing her legs, giving Bert merest hint of the delights that lay hidden under the skirt.

"I've been afraid I wasn't pleasing you enough. I'd really like a chance to show you I can…do more than I have been doing in class."

A smile danced on the teacher's lips as she said, "I'm certain you are capable of doing doing more, even in math." She added seemingly as an afterthought.

"I'd love the opportunity for some private tutoring, Miss Munoz. I know it would hard."

"What will be hard, Bert?"

"Why, the tutoring. I'm sure you're not one for a quick lesson. It would be long and hard."

"You interest me, Bert. Not many students would care for added responsibilities like this. Here's my address. Why don't you stop by after school today, and we can start on a lesson? A long and hard one, but I think everything will fall into place before it's over."

She handed him her address, and Bert smiled. "Thanks, Miss Munoz. I'm sure we will both get great satisfaction from this. See you around four?"

A wave of coal black hair drifted down over her left eye as she nodded assent. Bert broadly grinned, then left the classroom. He was exuberant. This had worked out better than the youth could have ever hoped.

The day seemed filled with inconsequential events, all robbing Bert of his proper anticipatory mood. A brief interlude with Alana made the day a bit cherrier. Then school was over for the day. He raced home, ditched his books, then split.

All the way to Miss Munoz's apartment, he wondered what it would be like. She was really a sexy chick, not all that much older than he was – only six or seven years. Almost an older sister. But she had to be really experienced sexually. She'd gone to college and all and, if the grapevine was right, she had been more intent of having a good time than book learning. Bert was inclined to discount that due to the sources. They just might be jealous of the muliebritous woman, the only teacher in the school who wasn't over thirty and going on ugly.

The teenager stopped short when he saw the apartment complex in which Miss Munoz lived. It very definitly was not a staid, school-teacher residence. It was one of the swinging single places where anything could happen and did.

Bert Ellis knew then that he might have struck a real goldmine. And all because he had merely gotten up the courage to ask. He filed that away for future reference…ask and thou shalt receive.

He wandered through the bewildering maze of apartments, ogling the chicks out by the heated pool. The chill autumn air didn't seem to prevent them from wearing the skimpiest string bikinis he'd ever seen. Some were so small they were little more than strings with postage stamps glued on at appropriate spots.

Bert found the apartment he wanted, rang the bell and waited. In less than a minute, Miss Munoz opened the door. She smiled, a smile that reflected a trace of irony as she said, "You continually surprise me, Bert. I would have bet you would chicken out at the last minute. Come on in."

She quickly stood back and let him in. He surveyed the apartment and found it to be tastefully decorated. But the thing he noticed first was the sweet, aromatic odor that clung in the air. Bert recognized the pungent smell of grass. Miss Munoz seemed to be the exception rather than the rule amoung school teachers. Or was she?

"Why? Did you think I wouldn't come? To see you?" Bert was fully aware of the double meanings he placed in the conversation. It was turning him on verbally sparring with his lovely teacher.

"High schools are notorius for producing boys, not men. And it takes a certain rare courage to confront me as you did, proposition me and then actually show up with intentions of seducing me. You do plan to seduce me, don't you?" Again the smile played across her lips.

Bert sat down on the sofa. He said, "I think you have the entire thing wrong, Miss Munoz. I'm not seducing you, you are seducing me. Who would believe a pimply faced sixteen year old would proposition his math teacher, then go to her apartment with the intention of fucking her?"

"And what have I done to seduce you?" Curiosity had replaced the slightly ironic tone in her voice.

"Why Miss Munoz," Bert replied, his voice as ingenuous and naive as he could make it sound, "Simply by being so gut-wrenchingly lovely. Every time I look at you, I feel myself getting harder and harder. Barely able to restrain through class, wanting to jerk off because you are so seductive."

The teacher laughed heartily, "That is one of the most unique lines I've heard in years. And one of the most flattering, I might add. Call me Julia. That Miss Munoz jazz is all right for class but not for…private tutoring. Would you like a drink?"

Bert hesitated. His experience with liquor was mostly restricted to beer that the other guys managed to pilfer. But what the hell? Why not take her up on her offer?"