Jim Grant moved quickly down the long, semi-illuminated, basement hallway. The seventeen-year-old was one of the editors of the high school paper and had spent the better part of two hours rewriting an article that had been turned in three hours before the paper had to be sent to press.
If it had been up to Jim, he would've just tossed the poorly written feature in the trash can and been done with it. Unfortunately, it had been written by Phyllis Fox, a member of the school's in crowd and the darling of the paper's faculty advisor, Miss Ferguson. It was Jim's opinion that Phyllis's column was mindless drivel, filled with the sort of useless garbage that the small school's beautiful people thrived on. If he'd left it out, Miss Ferguson would've been all over his ass and he really didn't want to have to deal with that again.
The sandy haired teen already had enough arguments with the thirty-seven-year-old English teacher to last a lifetime. Just last year, they had a confrontation over the direction the paper should take that led to Jim being suspended from school for a week. The only reason he managed to get back his position on the paper when he came back was that the Principal quickly discovered that what was left of the staff was incapable of producing anything resembling a decent publication without him.
So despite Michelle Ferguson's objections, he returned to the board of the Lakeville Star. There was a constant friction between the two of them, but Jim was careful not to let anything blow up enough to get him suspended again.
"Damn, Mom's going to have a fit when I get home," Jim thought as he turned the corner. "I was supposed to pick up her dry cleaning on my way home and the store is going to be closed by the time I get there."
The rest of the staff had gone home an hour before, including Miss Ferguson. She had been satisfied with the layout for the paper, even if Jim hadn't. The young man resisted the urge to tell her that the paper was crap as it stood, instead suffering in silence and staying on his own time to fix the errors.
To make matters worse, the custodians had locked the gates at the staircase by the newspaper office, forcing Jim to travel the length of the basement to go out the stairs by the gym.
"Oh baby, do it to me, do it baby!" a voice echoed faintly from a side passage down the hall.
The sudden sound caused Jim to stop in midstep. The school should be deserted at this hour on a Friday night, he thought, who the hell was that?
"Oh baby, suck it, suck my cock!"
"Fuck, I know that voice." the young man said as he remembered what was down that side passage.
His carry bag in hand, Jim moved quietly down the passageway the voice had come from. He'd reached the end of the corridor when he saw the lights in the gym coach's office were on. From where he stood, he could see right into the glass walled room.
"Holy shit!" the teen said under his breath as he saw what was going on in the brightly-lit room. "I don't fucking believe it!"
Leaning against his desk was Coach Rob Kelly, the forty-six year old head of the athletic department. The coach was stripped to the waist and also had his sweatpants down around his ankles. Rob Kelly was six foot two and two hundred and thirty pounds, all of it muscle. He was also bald, good-looking, and very, very black. Married with five kids, his wife Kate was also a teacher at the school, a member of the music department.
That the coach was using his office to get a blowjob from a woman not his wife was shocking enough. What was really mind blowing to the seventeen-year-old was that the woman with Kelly's cock in her mouth was none other than Michelle Ferguson herself.
There was no mistaking the redheaded teacher. From where Jim was standing in the darkened hallway, he could clearly see her face as Coach Kelly's dark cock slid in and out of her mouth. He could also see that the white blouse he had seen her wearing in the newspaper office only an hour ago was now hanging open. As was her bra, displaying her 36C bust for all the world, or at least one teenager to see.
Whatever her personality, even Jim had to admit that for a woman nearly as old as his mother, Michelle Ferguson had a pretty hot body.
"No one is ever going to believe this." he thought as he watched Michelle swallow Coach Kelly's manhood once more.
He watched for another minute when he suddenly remembered something.
"I'm an idiot!" he said to himself.
Jim zipped open the carry bag at his feet and pulled out a rather professional looking camera. The camera belonged to the newspaper and Jim had signed it out to take some pictures of the football game tomorrow. In addition to being one of the editors, he was also one of the photographers.
"Well they say a picture's worth a thousand words." he said as he looked through the viewfinder and started snapping away.
Jim thanked his luck that he had fitted the camera with a telephoto lens and high-speed film for the game. The film that could freeze the action in mid-play, also worked great in low light.
"These are going to be great." Jim said as he clicked away.
With the telephoto lens, it was as if he was almost in the same room as the two lovers. He watched in rapt fascination as Michelle sucked off the gym teacher with the skill of a back alley hooker.
"I think he's about to blow." the young man behind the lens thought as he saw the look on the coach's face.
Sure enough, blow he did as Rob Kelly exploded all over Michelle's face. Jim had to keep from laughing as the redhead found herself covered with the sticky whiteness. An image captured for posterity in living color.
Coach Kelly handed Michelle a towel to clean off her face with. One of the same towels, Jim noted, that the students used to dry off after the showers at the end of gym class. He wondered for a moment if she planned to use those showers to clean herself up, and if so how could he get a picture of her in them. Watching her wet the towel from the water cooler in the office, it became apparent that a shower was not to be. He settled instead for getting a really great shot of her naked breasts when she stood up.
The sound of his roll of film coming to an end as he took that last shot made Jim realize that he had better get out of there while he could. Quickly and as quietly as he could, he stuffed his gear back in his bag and retraced his steps back up the hall. Thankfully, the staircase up to the street level was unlocked and he flew up it as fast as he could.
After getting home and listening to the inevitable lecture from his mother about the dry cleaning, Jim excused himself from the dinner table and headed down to the basement and his darkroom.
A short time later, Jim watched with excitement as the first 8x10 image began to form in the development pan. The picture was as clear as if he'd taken it on a sunny day, the film had worked perfectly.
The first shot was a close up of Michelle with her tongue licking the tip of the Coach's cock. Jim couldn't believe the resolution of the photograph, he could even see the drop of precum on the edge of her tongue.
The next shot out of the soup was even better as it showed a wider view in which you could see Michelle's tits as well as Coach Kelly's face. The third and fourth shots alternated between close ups and wider angles, reflecting the fact that Jim had kept changing the settings on the telephoto lens after each click of the shutter. As more and more pictures began to grace the small line he used to air dry the prints, Jim found that he'd gotten a major class hard on just looking at them.
Knowing the door to his darkroom was locked, Jim sat back in the old, beat up recliner that his father had once tried to throw out and began to rub his cock through his pants. It wasn't long before he had it out and was pumping it with his hand.
His blue eyes never left the image of the teacher he hated blowing the gym coach. As he felt his climax approaching, Jim began to wonder what it might be like to be on the receiving end of that hot mouth. It would be hard to hate Miss Ferguson at a time like that.
Jim had gotten a few blowjobs from girls at school. In fact, two months ago he had even lost his virginity on his seventeenth birthday when his neighbor's cousin Heather, who had been visiting from Canada, went to bed with him. She was a nice enough girl, but it was apparent that it was something she had done more than a few times before. Jim was glad when she went back home at the start of the school year. On the verge of orgasm, he wondered what it might be like with someone like Michelle Ferguson.
"Fuck!" Jim gasped as his cock exploded all over his pants. The force of his eruption was enough to send small white splatters onto the arms of the chair as well.
He sat there, covered in his own sperm, for what seemed like a real long time. The climax he had just experienced was even better than the one he felt with he was inside Heather. Go figure that one, the teen thought.
Jim took the time to clean up both himself and the chair. It wouldn't do for his Mom to come down and find the come stains on the material. Next he collected the now dry pictures and hid both them and the negatives in what he considered a real safe place.
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