Chapter 5: Surprise

Author’s note: Of all the codes for the story as a whole, only Ma/ft, reluctant, petting, oral sex and teacher/student apply for this chapter. If I understand the categories correctly, I should gangbang to the codes, though that feels like a stretch to me, considering it’s “only” a threesome.

The end of the school year was drawing to a close. One sophomore class had finished the complete lesson plan ahead of time and now I had two more hours to fill without any new material. I decided to use the extra time to review the year’s work with a few games. For the first of the two hours of repetition I settled on a game of charades, where the different groups of students would come up to the front of the class to act out different key phrases from their history lessons.

I divided the class in three groups to compete against each other. Making a competition out of something can really spark the interest, even for students that are otherwise not so interested in the subject. The room was filled with laughter and applause as the groups rotated turns. I was happy to see the students engaged and enjoying themselves. Near the end of the hour, one group had three points and the other groups had four points each. Only one of the leading groups still had an assignment to go, so this final round would decide whether there was a clear winner or not. The group decided Sam was to do the acting. The phrase to find was “Politics are determined by economics.” Definitely not an easy one to act out, but I’d had some tough ones earlier too. Sam had 150 seconds to try and make this clear to his team.

Tension mounted as time ticked away. His group was getting more and more agitated as they shouted out their guesses, trying to make sense of the frantic movements and signs Sam was making. I glanced at the timer. Only 30 seconds left. Then, through all the shouts, I could hear the correct answer.

“It looks like we have a winner! Congratulations!” I announced, infected by their excitement. An almost deafening roar made me very glad that the hour was almost over, as this just had to disturb the classrooms next door.

“And what did we win, sir?” Jill asked. She was a Latina girl, though you couldn’t tell by her light complexion. The only hints towards her heritage were her beautifully dark eyes and her long black hair. The tight shirt she wore did very little to hide her generous breasts. But she wasn’t flaunting her body, in fact, she seemed mostly unaware of the effect she had on the male population. It wasn’t the first time ever I got this question, and usually I can easily state they have the honor of victory and the best preparation for the exams. This time I faltered for a short time, possibly because of the person asking about the prize. I’m willing to admit here that I did have a soft spot for Jill. She was one of those students you could never get mad at, no matter what she did. Not that she exploited that fact, on the contrary, she was an exemplary student.

“Well, you get bragging rights of course,” I said after a second of hesitation. I still think it was the hesitation that made the winners less inclined to accept this prize. A collective jeer came from the winning team and I caved.

“Alright, alright, I’ll get you guys something next time, ok?” I promised while shaking my head.

“But we won now. Don’t we get something right now?” Jill pouted. I could tell she was just pretending, but I still didn’t have a good answer.

“Like what? I don’t have anything,” I said, getting flustered.

“Maybe a hug?” she suggested with a smile.

I felt a smile spreading across my face. “Right. As if you really want that,” I replied to Jill’s offer, the smile not leaving my face for a beat.

“Yes, I do!” This time she even managed to look a bit resentful for doubting her sincerity.

I was still convinced she was bluffing in order to see me squirm some more. The idea that a student would want a hug from her teacher, seemed far too absurd. Yes, I know there are inappropriate relations going on here and there, not that I’m in a position to judge. But this was a different situation, we were in a classroom filled with her classmates. That line of thinking influenced my decision. I needed to regain control of the situation and the class, so I called her bluff.

“Alright then, come up here and get it,” I challenged her with a smile and I opened my arms. As I did so, I realized I was actually hoping that she was serious. After all, is anyone against a hug from a beautiful girl?

Her smile didn’t waver a single bit. She got up from her chair and confidently walked to the front of the classroom. Any doubts I had that this was a ploy quickly left my mind. The classroom had settled down as every student watched her coming towards me.

Her eyes never left mine and when she stopped just outside my reach, I could’ve sworn she was almost as excited as I was. She closed the small gap between us smoothly. Her body pressed against mine, the side of her face against my chest. I felt her arms wrapping around my torso and squeezing me in a tight embrace. As I hugged her back, I was surprised by the sudden intimacy of the moment. It was almost surreal, this attractive 16-year old in my arms, crushing herself to me. Heat emanated from her body, as we stood there in the stillness of the classroom. I could feel her breasts pressing against me, adding a new level to the pleasant sensations I was feeling. Behind my back, out of sight for her classmates, I felt her hands start to wander. They moved down the back of my shirt and slowly slid lower, until they reached my butt. She actually managed to give it a slight squeeze before I broke contact out of shock. The class erupted into cheers and applause after the unexpected hug, making an end to what could have been a very awkward moment. I still felt my face flush, and I quickly stepped back, putting some much-needed distance between us. Jill just smiled at me, a knowing look in her eyes, and then turned to take her seat. Luckily at that moment the bell rang, and the class bolted out of the room. Jill was the last one to leave, looking back at me with a mischievous smile. “See you tomorrow, sir.” Then she was gone leaving me puzzled about what had just happened.

During my break I tried to sort out my thoughts. What could have caused an innocent 16-year old to grab her teacher’s butt? And how should I react? To make that part even more difficult, we were about half a day further by then. ‘The right thing to do’ was becoming harder as time went by. Questions about why I had waited so long, would surely follow.

On top of that, what was right didn’t feel right to me. I didn’t want to get her in trouble for doing something that – I had to admit – I actually didn’t mind her doing. But at the same time, I couldn’t just let it pass without saying anything. I have no idea how my thinking process would have unfolded if this had happened the year before. Now however, I already had transgressed the borders of decency with some other students.

In the end, I decided that just talking with her would be the best. If she had an innocent joke in mind, I’d had to make it clear to her that it wasn’t appropriate. If she had acted out of a crush or a similar more interesting motive, it just might become interesting for me as well. I know, it’s almost ridiculous how fast I went from worrying about what is appropriate to thinking about such possibilities. Again, I blame my past experiences. It seemed I was nearing the end of the slippery slope.

The last class of the day was a lot easier for me now that I had resolved on a course of action. When it was over, I stayed to get my papers back in order, in order to start the next day with a clean desk. I had just finished cleaning up my desk and was ready to go home, when someone knocked on the door.

I glanced at the clock. It was already 4:15 pm. I sighed and called out, “Come in.”

The door opened, and Kate peered her head around the door. “Mr. Adams,” she greeted. “May I come in?”

“Of course,” I replied and I couldn’t help but feel a jolt of excitement, thinking back to the last time she was here after hours.

She walked closer to my desk but stopped halfway the room. She looked at me, with a mix of uncertainty and confidence, her weight shifting from one leg to the other.

“What can I do for you, Kate?” I asked.

Kate hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Well, you see. Ever since, you know, you haven’t, well, it’s like nothing ever happened.” She looked at the floor, and I could sense the awkwardness rolling off her. I leaned back in my chair and studied her for a moment. I couldn’t help but notice how her shoulders tense up, and her fingers fidgeted nervously as she awaited my response. I didn’t quite know what to say to that. I knew that she hadn’t minded pleasuring me, but I also assumed it was a one-time thing.

“Wasn’t I good enough?” she asked after I hadn’t spoken for a while.

“Of course you were!” And after a little pause, I added: “It actually makes me hard just thinking about it again.”

“But, then why...” she trailed off, a blush spreading across her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Kate, I just didn’t think you wanted anything more to happen.” I replied, truthfully.

“Well, I didn’t like that you kinda forced me to it in the beginning, but I have to admit, I thought it was kinda hot doing it with a teacher. And, uhm, it’s not that I didn’t like to, you know, suck your cock, but still, there wasn’t very much in it for me, was there?” she said with a hesitant smile.

While she was talking, Kate inched closer and closer to me, until she was standing right beside my desk. I could smell her perfume, a light fruity scent, and I couldn’t help but feel myself getting a little excited just from the way she looked at me – her eyes shining with excitement, and a hint of lust. All rational thought left me when she reached out and put her hand on my chest. Clearly this time I wouldn’t be forcing her at all.

I put my hands on her side, feeling the curve of her waist underneath my fingers. I couldn’t stop myself if I had wanted to. I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers. When Kate slightly opened her mouth, I didn’t hesitate to slip my tongue inside. She tasted sweet, and I found myself getting lost in the sensation of our tongues intertwining.

She pressed her body into mine. I could feel my cock grow to its full hardness, and as Kate felt it as well, she started grinding into me. I encouraged her by putting my hands firmly on her butt and pulling her even closer. Feeling her soft breasts against my chest, I couldn’t stop my own hands from wandering. I gently cupped her breasts through the fabric of her shirt and gave them a light squeeze. Kate moaned into my mouth as I started to knead her breasts more firmly. When I slipped my hands under her top, Kate broke the kiss and took a small step back. She pulled her top over her head and let it drop to the floor. I couldn’t help but stare as her bra-clad breasts were revealed. The sheer white lace bra let me see the outline of her areolas through the fabric.

I could feel my mouth go dry as I took in the sight of Kate, standing in front of me with only her bra on. Frozen in place, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. With a shrug the bra fell to the floor, revealing her perky breasts to my gaze once again. The sight of her pert nipples, already hard, made my cock twitch.

“You know, you really are amazingly beautiful,” I told her admiringly. Smiling and with her hands on my butt, she pulled me closer again for another deep kiss. I cupped her now naked breasts in my hands once more. They were soft, yet firm to the touch and they fit perfectly in my hands. Kate leaned back into me, and I could feel her erect nipples brushing against my palm.

At the same time Kate began unbuttoning my shirt. I let her, and soon it hung open, allowing Kate to press her bare tits against my bare chest. I could feel her nipples pressing into my skin, making me even harder. My cock was still trapped between us, and I felt Kate start to grind against me again, her heat almost searing through her jeans and my pants.

“What the hell?!” The sudden interruption broke the spell between Kate and me. I looked up to see Nick, who was standing in the doorway, his eyes wide. This encounter being totally unplanned, I had forgotten about Kate quickly pulled away from me, covering her bare breasts with her arms. I was still trying to process what had just happened and couldn’t think of what to say, so I just sat there, my shirt hanging open, my cock still hard in my pants.