Norma Egan - Teacher turns on

He swaggered out, and Jane sat down at her desk and sobbed. It was her own fault, she knew. If she'd only exercised a little self-control, she wouldn't be in Kirk's power. Still it was a terrible thing. If Kirk told anyone he'd been balling his teacher, she'd die of shame. She had to find some way to get the kid to leave her alone.

Presently Don arrived to take her out to dinner. She felt soothed by his quiet and considerate company, but there was no passion in it. He didn't make her wildly excited like Kirk did. She loved talking with Don, exchanging ideas, but he made no attempt to arouse her.

When he took her home, he cut the engine in front of her house and turned to her. "Jane," he said, "I think we ought to discuss what happened the other night. I feel badly about it."

"Why?" Jane said. "We didn't do anything wrong." Yet she, too, felt badly about it. It had been such a disappointment, Don's love-making so lukewarm and unexciting.

"Personally I feel we shouldn't do it again until we're married," Don said. "I agree there was nothing morally wrong with it, but I think it'd be better to wait."

"Whatever you say, Don," Jane replied. She was in no position to bargain. She didn't even know if she was going to marry Don, not after that disappointing experience.

"Good girl," he said, leaning over to kiss her. "That's why I love you – you've got good sense. Your emotions don't run away with you."

Jane thought about the irony of this as Don kissed her. She'd certainly let her emotions run away with her last night! She'd hardly shown good sense when she fucked a delinquent. Don's kiss was pleasant and affectionate but without a trace of passion. Didn't he ever get wildly horny like she did? Were they so badly matched?

"Good night, darling," she said. "See you tomorrow at school."

Don escorted her to her door, gave her another little peck of a kiss, and left. Jane stood there sighing as she fished for her key. Don was such a sweet man, right for her in every way – except the one big way. She just didn't know what to do about their engagement.

"Hi, teach."

Jane started and gasped at the unexpected voice. She whirled around and saw Kirk emerging from the tall shrubs by the door. He sauntered up to the porch with an evil grin on his face. She wondered how long he'd been waiting in the bushes, whether he'd spied on her and Don.

"You sure took your time," he said. "Thought you and lover boy would never get back. Hey, he's some kisser, ain't he? I could see you were really thrilled."

Jane said coldly, "What goes on between me and Mr. Davis is none of your business, Kirk. Also, I didn't ask you to wait for me, and I don't want you to come in. It's late and I'm tired."

Kirk scowled. "Look," he said, "you can't order me around any more. This ain't the classroom, teacher. How'd you like it if I told everybody at school that I got it on with you? I could shout it right now, let your neighbors know. Yeah, just start yelling that I been balling Miss White."

"Kirk, for God's sake, stop," Jane said urgently. She couldn't have the whole world knowing about her shame. She hurriedly unlocked the door and let him in, just for the sake of shutting him up. Anything was better than people finding out she'd fucked one of her own teenage students. Kirk grinned triumphantly as he followed her inside.

"That's more like it," he said. "You got any beer? I could use something to pick me up after all that waiting."

Jane got him a beer, hoping it would mellow him out and make him listen to reason. She fixed herself a strong drink and went to sit opposite him in the living room. It was time for a showdown. She just had to make him understand that an affair between them was out of the question.

"Kirk," she said solemnly, "we really can't go on seeing each other. You need a girl your own age, and I can't risk losing my job, wrecking my career, if anyone finds out about us. Also I love Mr. Davis, and if he knew about this, he'd leave me. Can't you understand that this is all wrong for me?"

He took a long swallow of beer, belched, and said, "Yeah, I understand all that, teach, but I don't give a shit about it. I'm sick of grownups ordering me around. I'm gonna call the shots for a change. Besides, you got nothing to worry about as long as I don't tell. And I ain't gonna tell as long as you do what I want. You dig?"

Jane nodded dismally. So that's how it was – become Kirk's sexual slave or lose her career and the man she loved. She took a long pull an her drink, needing the numbing alcohol. Kirk grinned and came to sit on the arm of her chair. He guzzled beer with one hand, and with the other he reached down and caressed the sharp jut of her breasts. Jane trembled and shuddered.

"How can you want a woman who doesn't want you?" she said.

"Oh, you want me," Kirk sneered. "I know that much, baby. I ain't gonna forget last night. You couldn't get enough. You kept asking for more. That don't sound like you don't want me."

Jane blushed with shame. Kirk was too young to understand that it wasn't him she wanted, that she was simply starved for sex. He had the egotistical notion that she was wild about him. Now he downed the rest of his beer, tossed the can aside, and pulled her to her feet.

"Lot's be comfortable this time, okay?" he said. "Take me to your bedroom."

Not knowing what else to do, Jane led the way down the ball to her room, Kirk humming happily behind her. She flicked on the bedside lamp, and Kirk kicked off his shoes, took off his jacket, and pulled off his t-shirt. Jane couldn't help a little tingle of excitement at the sight of his broad hard chest. He might be a punk, but he had a fine young body.

"Come on, teach, get undressed," he said. "Let's not waste time."

Numbly Jane stepped out of her shoes. Kirk grinned and reached for the fly of his jeans. She fumbled with the buttons of her blouse as the grinning boy unzipped his pants and let them fall. Again the crotch of his shorts was soft and small, but that didn't seem to make him less confident. He started tugging down his shorts, and Jane blushed and looked away.

"Hey, what's wrong, baby?" he taunted. "Don't you wanta see my dick?"

Jane didn't think she could stand another evening of his humiliation. With a sob, she bolted from the room, heading for the front door. She had no destination except to get away from that sadistic little creep. Kirk cursed and started after her. He caught her in the hall and knocked her roughly against the wall.

"Hey, you know, for a teacher, you don't learn very fast," he said. "get back in that bedroom and get those clothes off – unless you wanta get punished."

"Oh, please, Kirk," she wept, "for the last time, I don't want to have an affair with you. Please, please go find somebody else."

"I don't want anybody else," he hissed. "I dig fucking my nice teacher. Now MOVE!"

Jane stumbled back into the bedroom and finished unbuttoning her blouse. Kirk stayed in his shorts, sitting on the edge of the bed to watch her, his eyes both lusty and wary. Slowly she took off her blouse, skirt, and pantyhose, listlessly letting them drop to the floor. Kirk's eyes focused hotly on her straining tightly packed bra.

"Go on," he said impatiently, "get that bra off. I wants see them great boobs of yours, teach."

Sobbing, she obeyed, unhooking her bra and letting it slide off. Her boldly thrusting breasts wobbled out, the nipples soft and dark red. Kirk licked his lips at the sight. He slipped off the bed and strolled over to her. Jane trembled as he reached out and seized both soft tender nipples. He rolled and massaged them between his fingers until they sprang into stiff bud-like erection.

"That's better," he laughed, stepped back to admire his work. "NOW get those panties off."

Jane felt encouraged. His touch had given her no excitement at all. Maybe this time she could hold out and not shame herself with arousal. While Kirk stood a few feet away and brazenly eyed her crotch, she slipped down her panties and stepped out of them. He chuckled and walked over again to pet the lush brown fur of her muff.