Chapter 1

“Johnson ... Johnson, are you even listening? Johnson,” Ms Stevenson yelled. There was a sharp crack as she slammed her ruler onto my desk, breaking me out of my reverie and momentarily bringing me back to reality.

“Have you heard a word I have said to you, Johnson, or are you lost in your world of footie paradise? Slamming a goal through the big sticks. Answer me, now!...”

Stupidly, I was off with my thoughts again. I would love to have you flat on your back, on your desk, as I hold your legs wide by the ankles, and the only slamming would be my cock up your cunt, I thought dreamily.

Ms Stevenson slammed the ruler so hard on my desk again that it snapped in two. “JOHNSON ... I asked you a question two minutes ago, and all I got was a blank stare,” Ms Stevensen shouted.

“Sorry, Ms, what was the question?”

“Oh, why bother? You’re an imbecile, Johnson. You have your final exams in four months, and all you do all day long is dream. Wake up to yourself. The real world is only months away.”

She turned on her heels and walked back to the front of the class. I watched her walk down the aisle, leaning to the side, keeping her tight arse in view, ogling her sexy butt. The object of my desire. I thought about how I would love to stick my cock up there.

I looked across at my two mates, Phil and River. What parents call their son River? At least my parents gave me a sensible name, like Jack. They both had stupid smirks on their faces as they looked at me. Knowing I was in the shit again. The two girls behind me rolled some paper into balls and threw them at me, hitting me on the head. I turned around to see who it was. I should have guessed Summer and Emily, the two wannabe supermodels.

“You’re a dickhead, Jack,” Summer called out.

“Stop ogling Stevo’s arse, you perv,” Emily followed up.

Now, in our final year at school, four months before our leaver’s exams. I found myself infatuated with my year twelve teacher, Ms Stevensen.

She looked to be in her mid-thirties, but I’m sure she was older, old enough to be my mum. She carries herself so well and clearly looks after herself. You never see much skin, as she wears skirts or dresses below the knee with white, black, or charcoal hold-ups or pantyhose covering her lower legs, and her shirts are always long-sleeved buttoned at the wrist. Her breasts were on the small side and never saw her cleavage with her shirt buttoned to the top. Her hair was usually in a bun, but on odd occasions, she wore it down to her shoulders, which was such a huge turn-on for me.

I couldn’t see any rings on her ring finger, so there was no way of knowing if she was married or in any relationship. But why was an eighteen-year-old boy full of testosterone lusting after his teacher? Because I’m an eighteen-year-old boy full of testosterone, of course, and she was hot! Yeah, I’ve had sex a couple of times with different girls. But Ms Stevensen looked so sexy. She was a hot-looking fuckable milf, I would love to have sex with her, but I had to make do with jacking off each night as I lustfully thought about fucking her bent over her desk.