Chapter 4: Student-Teacher Relations

Alex was absent from school the next Monday. Lily really wanted to talk to her. Not that she really thought there was anything wrong, but she craved reassurance that everything was all right. The thoughts she was having were confusing, to say the least, and Alex was probably the one person she could talk to about them.

She spent homeroom and first period wondering where Alex was and if there was anything wrong with the thoughts she was having. Of course, she knew incest was wrong, but was thinking about it wrong, too? Alex would be able to help her figure it all out, or at least be a person to talk to, but she wasn’t here.

Unfortunately, Lily’s distraction didn’t go unnoticed. As the bell for second period rang and Lily had started to file out of the room, Ms. James called her over. Lily knew what it was about, and as she stood meekly before her, she couldn’t bring herself to look the teacher in the eye.

Crack!

A ruler slapped down on the desk. Startled, Lily looked up at Ms. James.

“That’s better. I want you to look at me when I’m talking to you.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I don’t know what to do with you, missy. You don’t pay attention, even after you’ve been warned. Do you have something to say for yourself?”

Lily couldn’t possibly tell her why she hadn’t been paying attention. And on top of that Lily suddenly felt an attraction to the blond teacher. She still in her twenties, svelte, and with her hair pulled back in a ponytail she exuded that sexy schoolmarmish charm. “No, ma’am,” was all that Lily could manage to say.

Other students started to file into the room for the next period.

“I don’t have time to talk now,” Ms. James said rather sternly but in a low voice so as not be overheard. “When is your lunch period?”

“Fifth period.”

“Fifth period, what?”

“Fifth period, ma’am.”

“Good. I have a free period then, too. I want you to come here, then.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Don’t be late. Now go, before you’re late for your next class and get in trouble with another teacher.”

Lily expected another slap on the ass as she left, but it never came. Strangely, she was disappointed that it hadn’t.

The rest of the morning passed for Lily like the first period had. She couldn’t stop thinking about what had been happening with her, and on top of that she was now worried about Ms. James. The only saving grace was that none of her other teachers seemed to notice.

When the fifth period bell rang, Lily made her way back to Ms. James’s room. She stood for a few moments outside the door, screwing up the courage to go inside, then she stepped through the door.

Ms. James was sitting at her desk writing in her grade book. Lily stood before the desk for a few moments, waiting for the teacher to finish. Finally, Ms. James looked up at her. Then she stood and wordlessly went to the door and closed it.

She turned and said, “Go to the board and write ‘Pay attention’ on it.”

Lily did so, and as she finished, she could feel the teacher standing close behind her. She could feel Ms. James’s warm breath on the back of her neck. That familiar feeling that she had felt with Carters welled up from the pit of her stomach. She turned and faced the teacher who stood only a few inches taller, but who in her perception seemed to tower over her.

Ms. James pushed Lily against the blackboard. Her hands slipped down to the teenager’s hips, and she leaned in to say something in her ear.

“Do you respect me?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Then you should act like it. I don’t like students who waste my time, and you are wasting it when you don’t pay attention in class.”

Lily could feel the teacher’s breast rub against her chest.

“I have set up a tutoring session to teach you how to pay attention,” Ms. James continued. “You will come to my house tomorrow after school.”

She stepped back, went to the desk, and wrote something on a piece of paper. Then she returned to Lily.

“Here is my address,” she said, handing the paper to Lily. “Four p.m., don’t be late.”

“No, ma’am.”

“If you’re late, I’ll be very angry, and you don’t want that.”

“No, ma’am.”

“Now go and have lunch.”

Lily left, wondering how she would explain this to her parents. She really wished Alex were here.

Most of all, Lily was worried about what she should tell her parents. On one hand, she had never really gotten in trouble at school, never received detention, much less been told to show up for extra lessons at a teacher’s house. Her parents would not be pleased. On the other hand, Ms. James had aroused something in her. She was beautiful and sexy and seemed to be coming on to her. A week ago Lily would have been completely at sea, but after losing her virginity, having lesbian sex, and attending an incestuous orgy the same week, the idea of sex with her English teacher seemed almost normal, if that was in fact what Ms. James was getting at.

Because she didn’t know what to tell her parents, Lily said nothing. It was her mother who brought it up at dinner.

“I got a call from Lily’s English teacher this afternoon,” she said to Lily’s father.

“What did she have to say?”

“Evidently, our girl hasn’t been paying attention in class.”

“What do you have to say for yourself, Lily?” her father asked.

“I dunno. I guess I’ve just been distracted.”

“So there’s nothing in particular that’s bothering you?”

“No.”

“Ms. James wants Lily to attend additional tutoring sessions after school tomorrow, and maybe other days this week, too. She is going to help Lily focus.”

“That’s good.” And turning to Lily he said, “you’re a lucky girl to have a teacher who takes such an interest in you. Don’t you think?”

“I guess so,” said Lily.

“Well, I want you to do what she says. Listen to her,” said her mother.

“Don’t look so morose,” said her father. “It won’t be that bad. You may even enjoy it. She’s a very nice woman. At worst, it’ll be a few afternoons when you can’t hang out with friends. It’s not the end of the world.”

Alex was absent again the next day, but Lily managed to pay attention in Ms. James’s class, even if the rest of the day went by in a nervous blur wondering what the afternoon would bring.

Her mom dropped her off, and Lily ended up knocking on Ms. James’s door at exactly 4 pm. The house was big, especially for a single teacher in her twenties. Ms. James opened the door, waved to Lily’s mother, and ushered the teen in.

“Come into the living room.”

“It’s a nice place you have,” said Lily, trying to make casual conversation.

“It really belongs to my parents. They retired to Florida, and I moved in and keep up the mortgage payments. It’s really too big, but I like the privacy it affords.”

Lily stood in the living room, wondering what was to come.

Ms. James moved behind her, and Lily could feel the teacher’s breasts press against her back, her warm breath on the nape of her neck. Her arms encircled Lily’s waist.

“I know why you’re distracted, do you?”

Lily knew full well but was afraid to answer.

“All young girls go through this,” she whispered in Lily’s ear. “You’re distracted by sex. Boys too, but they tend to exhibit it differently. Have you had sex yet?”

Lily nodded.

“With a boy?”

Lily nodded again. That warm feeling in her stomach was starting again.

“Who? Don’t worry, I can keep a secret.”

Lily hesitated then said, “Trip Carter.”

She felt Ms. James draw back in surprise.

“I’m impressed. He’s something of a stud. Was he good in bed?”

Lily nodded again.

“So you enjoyed it?”

“Yes.”

“Have you had sex with anyone else?” Lily didn’t answer, and Ms. James responded, “Failure to answer will result in punishment.” Lily still didn’t answer. “Was it a girl?”

Lily let out a slight gasp.

“I thought so. Did you enjoy it?”

Lily nodded yet again.

“Which do you prefer, boys or girls?”

“Boys.” And then Lily suddenly offered without knowing exactly why she was saying it, “but girls are nice, too.”

“That’s good, because I’m a girl.” Her arms tightened around Lily’s waist ever so slightly.

“Who was the girl? I bet it was Alex Carter. You’re tight with her. Am I right?”

“Yes.” Then Lily felt herself opening up to the teacher. “And Allie Chapman.”

“She’s dating Trip Carter, isn’t she? That’s quite a little sex club you have going on. No wonder you find English Lit boring.”

“It’s not boring. I like it. I like you...” she caught herself, “ ... your teaching. It’s just all so new.”

“That’s good. I’ve got some lessons to help you get over this hump, so to speak. Once sex becomes more familiar, you’ll be able to keep it from interfering with everything else in your life. But that takes practice. Do you want to practice with me?”

“Yes.”

“That’s good, because I want to teach you.” Ms. James’s hands slipped up and cupped Lily’s breasts. “What kind of things do you like?”

“I dunno, sex stuff.”

“What kind of sex stuff?” Lily didn’t answer, so she continued. “Have you had oral sex, and did you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Giving and receiving, both Trip and Alex?”

“Yes.”

“And Trip fucked you? Did you like it when he penetrated you?” Ms. James nibbled at her ear lobe.

“Yes.”

“Have you played with your ass?”

“No.”

“Not at all?”

“Umm ... Trip licked it.”

“Oh, that was nice, wasn’t it?”

Lily nodded.

“Have you been penetrated in the ass?”

Lily shook her head no.

“We can fix that. Ass play is fun.”

Lily had never thought about that. Of course she knew people engaged in anal sex, but she had never thought of herself doing it. She wondered if it would hurt.

Ms. James released her embrace and turned Lily around. She then lightly kissed the girl on the lips, and taking her hand, said, “Follow me.”

She led the teen into another room that was filled with what looked like torture devices. In the middle of the room was what looked like a vaulting horse, only it had stirrups like a gynecologist’s exam table and straps for tying down someone’s hands and feet. Hanging from the ceiling were a leather swing and a hook, from which dangled leather wrist cuffs. Along one wall was an X-shaped cross, again with straps for securing hands and feet. And on the opposite wall was a pegboard, with a variety of whips and dildos hanging from it.

“This is my playroom,” said Ms. James. “Don’t be intimidated. We’re not going to use all these devices, at least not today.” She winked at that last. “Now, first you need to pick a safe word. Do you know what a safe word is?”

Lily shook her head no.

“It’s a word that you say whenever things get too rough, or your partner starts doing something you don’t like. If you say it, they will immediately stop doing whatever it is and will check in with you to see if you’re okay. It should be something you will remember, but not something that you might accidentally say during sex.”