Chapter 1

As I looked down at 22-year-old April Evans with my 50-year-old cock in between her full pink lips, I flashed back to the first day she stepped into my office. I didn’t know at the time that hiring her as my new Kindergarten teacher would be one of the best decisions I had ever made.

“So, where do you see yourself in five years?” I inquired of the young, blonde beauty seated across the desk from me. April was wearing a tight, yellow cardigan sweater that flattered her large round breasts beautifully. She paired the sweater with a short black, pleated skirt and black high heels. In all honesty, her answer didn’t matter in the least. She was perfectly qualified for the Kindergarten teacher position, but this was about much more than that. As she leaned forward slightly to answer my question, my eyes unintentionally drifted to her pronounced cleavage. It was fortunate that she was unable to see the considerable bulge at the front of my pants.

“I hope that in five years, I will still be working for you, Mr. Jacobs.” Good answer (not that it mattered). I asked her three or four more questions, primarily so that I could continue to gaze at her inviting tits.

“Well, Miss Evans, I am satisfied with your credentials, and I think that you will be a perfect addition to our staff here. Congratulations!” As I stood to shake her hand, I realized that my cock was now fully erect and easily noticeable through my pants. April’s eyes glanced down as we shook hands, and she flashed me a knowing smile.

“Thank you for your vote of confidence, Mr. Jacobs. I hope I don’t let you down.” With that, she left the office and I was finally able to breathe.

April did turn out to be a perfect addition to our staff. Her students loved her, and she got along well with all of her colleagues. The first week of school had been stressful for everyone, so I decided to host a get-together at my house after school on Friday. It was nothing fancy, just a backyard barbecue with lots of alcohol to help all of the staff recover from the week.

Most of the staff, about 25 people, showed up at the party. As I worked the grill and socialized, I had a hard time keeping my attention off of April. She visited with everyone, and I saw her with a red Solo cup in her hand the entire night. I figured that by the end of the night, she would be completely plastered.

As the party started to wind down and the temperature cooled outside, we moved into my living room. As I chatted with my last few guests, I noticed that April was sitting in one of my armchairs, head bent to the side and eyes closed. She was going to need a ride home.

“Do you want me to take Miss Evans home?” asked Mrs. James as she prepared to leave.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll let her sleep it off for a half hour or so. Then I’ll drive her home.”

Mrs. James nodded and gave me a hug. “See you Monday!”

I closed the door, plopped down on the couch, and turned on the TV. Some vintage sitcom came on, but I wasn’t paying too much attention. I kept wondering if April was indeed going to be all right, and how long it was going to take her to sleep off her buzz. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up, April was seated on the couch beside me, rubbing her hand along the front of my pants. My cock was already partially erect, and I turned to her in surprise.

“Do you think that’s really a good idea, April?” I inquired.

“Actually, it feels really good to me,” was her cheeky response. April slid down off the couch and positioned herself on her knees between my legs. She unzipped my pants and pulled them down. By this time, my cock was noticeably protruding from the front of my boxers.

“Mmmmm, I’m excited to see more,” April purred. She worked my cock free from my boxers, and pulled them to the floor with my pants. She took some time to appreciate my substantial cock before she grasped the base firmly in her hand. She slowly pushed her hand up and down my shaft as her tongue lazily circled the head. I had serious doubts about allowing her to continue. I knew that she was probably still fairly drunk, and I didn’t want her to have any regrets in the morning. The problem was that her licking and rubbing felt so damn good. I didn’t want her to stop.