Smoking with Miss Franks

Miss Abigale Franks was pleasant enough looking, even though she wore glasses and didn’t seem to have much in the chest department. Her reddish-brown hair was always pulled back into a ponytail or a braid. Although she is young and single, the guys don’t pay her the same attention they do Mrs. Barbieri, the French and Spanish teacher. Mrs. Claire Barbieri was the hot teacher. No one would be surprised that most of the guys and a couple of girls in her class are masturbating to fantasies about her.

Although Miss Franks wasn’t a popular fantasy with the schoolboys, Roger Cummings admired Miss Franks. He thought she was nice and a great teacher. Roger always enjoyed her class. He found her written remarks on his papers to be fair and enlightening.

At a Friday night school dance, Roger got to know Miss Franks a little better. Roger had gone outside and went around the back of the building. He took a joint out of his shirt pocket and lit it up. He had just taken a couple of drags when he heard, “I thought I could smell skunk weed.”

Roger’s head snapped around. It was Miss Franks. Roger started to flip the joint away when she said, “Don’t waste it. Give it here.”

Roger handed her the joint, thinking she would use it as evidence, and he was in trouble. To Roger’s surprise, she took a drag, closed her eyes and held it in her lungs for a moment before exhaling. She handed it back to him, “Don’t worry, Roger, I’m not going to report you. After all, it is legal now.”

“Yeah, but they still frown on it on school grounds.” Roger took a drag before handing the joint back to Miss Franks.

They shared the joint three more times before Miss Franks said, “See ya, Roger,” and walked away.

Miss Franks was not the prettiest teacher, but right now, as far as Roger was concerned, she was the coolest.

The weekend went by quickly. Roger attended Miss Franks’ class and expected some acknowledgment that she had smoked pot with him: a smile, a wink, a greeting. But there was none.

It was a little after 9:00 on Friday night at the high school dance. Roger had just escorted Polly Banner back to her friends when he spotted Miss Franks looking right at him. She nodded toward the exit. Roger nodded to let her know he had gotten the message. Roger headed for the exit. When he got outside, he went around to the back of the building and waited. Five minutes later, Miss Franks came around the corner. When she was standing next to Roger, she opened her purse, which she wore with the strap over her left shoulder, with the purse on her right hip. She took a joint out of a plastic sandwich bag and lit it. She took a drag and handed it to Roger.

“So what do you think, Roger?”

“It’s better than the stuff I was smoking.” Roger took another drag and handed the joint back to her.

“It’s hard to get good stuff on the street. It’s all going to the dispensaries now. I have a supplier that doesn’t mind sharing some of the good stuff he brings in from California before it goes to the dispensaries.”

They quietly leaned against the building, sharing the joint. When Miss Franks dropped the roach and stepped on it, they headed back to the dance.

Just as they rounded the corner of the building, Miss Franks said, “Whoa, I have a pretty good buzz on. Maybe I shouldn’t go back in. Do you want to go for a ride? I have a couple more.”

Roger hesitated. He wasn’t sure what he was getting into. Teachers don’t smoke joints with students, and they certainly don’t ask them to go for a ride. “Won’t they miss you if you leave?”

“I’ll just tell them I went home sick.” Miss Franks stopped walking toward the parking lot and turned to Roger, “You coming or not?”

Not having any real reason for going back to the dance, he decided he wouldn’t mind another taste of free weed. “Yeah, sure.”

“Okay then.”

Roger followed her to the parking lot and got in her Toyota RAV4. She drove for about twenty minutes before turning off the main road onto a dirt road that led to a farmhouse. The lights were on. Five other cars were parked out front.

“Come on, Roger, it will be fun.”

They went in without knocking. Music was playing, and there was a distinct smell of weed. As soon as Miss Franks walked in, she was greeted with, “Hey, Abby, it’s about time you showed up. Who’s the guy?” That was Roger’s first indication that Miss Franks had a first name.

“School function, I couldn’t get out of. This is Roger. He’s with me.”

“Well, glad you could make it.”

Abby lit a joint and handed it to Roger. She introduced Roger to the four men and four women attending the party. There was beer and wine set out on a table with snacks. Roger didn’t see any hard liquor. The other guests were all about Abby’s age, mid to late twenties. As Roger was to learn as the night wore on, these were not just a bunch of potheads. There were four teachers, a med student, two engineers, and an accountant.

Two couples were dancing when Bill, the med student, asked Abby to dance. She returned the joint they had been sharing to Roger, walked over to the middle of the living room with Bill, and started dancing to a ballad. Much to Roger’s surprise, Bill had his hands on Abby’s ass, and she didn’t seem to mind. She kept her arms around his neck as they danced and talked.

Alisha, one of the teachers, came up to Roger, “It looks like your date is having fun. So, Roger, how do you know, Abby?”

“She’s my political science teacher.”

“Oh, you’re a high school student?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“How old are you, Roger?”

“Nineteen.” Roger automatically explained his advanced age as he always did when asked that question, “I needed to repeat grade nine because my dad is in the military, and we moved around a lot. I got behind, and they thought it best that I catch up.”

“Good for you, Roger. You did the right thing.”

The dance was over, and Abby returned, took the joint, and took a drag. “Hey, Alisha, thanks for keeping Roger company.”

“My pleasure.” As Alisha turned away, she said, “Be careful, Abby.”

Abby ignored Alisha as she put her hand on Roger’s arm and asked, “Do you want to dance?”

“Sure.” Abby handed the joint to one of her friends. They went into the living room and danced to a ballad. There was a feeling of intimacy as Abby put both arms around Roger. When the song ended, they went back and talked to a few other guests. Abby didn’t offer Roger another joint, and he didn’t ask for one. He was still feeling the last one. After an hour of conversation with her friends, Abby said it was time for them to leave.

They went out and got in her RAV4. Before Roger knew what was happening, Abby had her arms around him and kissed him. Roger knew she wasn’t drunk, and they hadn’t smoked enough for her judgment to be impaired. Roger participated in the kiss and put his arms around her. That she wanted to do more than smoke pot with him became very evident.

They kissed for a couple of minutes before Abby sat back and said, “Would you like to have sex with me? We could do it right here if you want.” She took off her glasses and set them on the dashboard.

Roger had to admit the thought had crossed his mind while they kissed, “Are you sure you want to do that with me?” It wasn’t like Roger couldn’t get a girl to have sex with him, because he didn’t have much trouble in that department. He liked Miss Franks and had heard about some bad things happening to teachers who fooled around with their students, even when it was consensual.

“Why wouldn’t I want to do it with you? You’re a very handsome guy. From what I see at the dances, you don’t seem to have a steady girlfriend, and I’m damn horny right now.” Abby put her hand on Roger’s crotch. “I can feel you’re horny too.”

She was right. Roger’s cock had a very favorable reaction to her advances. But she was a teacher, a few years older than him, and very vulnerable right now, “I have never done something like this, Miss Franks.”

“Are you going to tell me you’re a virgin?”

“Of course not, Miss Franks. It’s the situation we are in. You know, you’re a teacher, and I’m your student.”

“For Christ’s sake, it’s Abby. I’m holding your dick and asking you to have sex with me. How much more personal can it get? If you think having sex with me is objectionable, just say so. I’m probably not the prettiest girl you have ever been with, but I can be good to you.”

“It has nothing to do with your self-image. It’s who you are. As you can tell, I would like to. You would be in so much trouble if anyone found out.”

Abby let go of my dick and sat back in her seat, “Would you tell anyone?”

“No, but what about Alisha? I heard her tell you to be careful. Was she referring to you doing what you’re asking to do with me?”

Abby sighed, “Yes, she knew I might come on to you.”

Roger leaned over and brushed his fingers over her cheek, “Look, doing anything here and having one of your friends come out and think it’s funny to take a picture could be very bad for you. Maybe if we went somewhere more private.”

“I don’t think they would care, but you’re right. A picture would be bad. Even though they will all be fucking before the night is over.”

“Is that why you come here? I saw Bill putting his hands on you while you were dancing.”

“Yes, that’s one of the reasons. I guess you’re wondering how many of them I have had sex with?”

“It’s none of my business.”

“No, it’s not, but I’ll tell you anyway. Bill likes to tease me: Oh, look, Abby, we could get it on ... If I wasn’t already in a relationship.” “Paula, the English teacher from Great Neck High, is Bill’s main squeeze. Paula knows Bill flirts with me and doesn’t even give me the satisfaction of seeing me as a threat. I could usually count on Frank or Tom to be available, but they’re involved with someone else and aren’t available anymore. So I came on to you hoping that a horny high school boy would want to fuck me before he realized how desperate and pathetic my love life is.” Abby sat back and crossed her arms. She hung her head and pouted, “There, now you know. I’ll take you back, and you can go home and have a good laugh.”

“I don’t want to go home ... alone. Oh, and if you’re wondering whether you will be keeping me out late, don’t worry. My dad is on deployment, and my mother couldn’t take the army life and left years ago. So I guess it’s your place or mine?”

Roger leaned over and kissed her, “You know we horny, over-sexed teenagers can’t resist a sexy teacher.”

“You’re feeling sorry for me now?”

“Hell no, now I’m intrigued. There is something about you that is keeping me here. I could call a cab and leave at any time I wanted. But I’m still here. I just want you to be safe. I’m not about to get my favorite teacher in trouble.”

“But you’re willing to get her in bed?” Abby was smiling.

“We are still negotiating that. Your place or mine?”

Abby kissed Roger and again ran her hand over his hard cock, “Your place. I didn’t take you to my place because I have a roommate who’s too nosy for her own damn good, and frowns on men being in our apartment.”

Much to Roger’s surprise, Abby put on her glasses and got out of the car. She handed him her keys and said, “You drive.” Once they were buckled in and on their way, Abby put the window down and hung her arm out the window.

Roger drove to the school gym and picked up his car. Abby followed Roger to a two-bedroom ranch with a long driveway on an acre of land. There was little chance anyone would recognize Miss Franks as she accompanied one of her students to his home.

As soon as they were in the house, Abby had her arms around Roger and kissed him. Roger put his arms around her waist and under her knees and picked her up. He walked with her in his arms to his bedroom as they kissed. He set her on her feet and kicked off his shoes. Roger lay on his bed with his hands behind his head.

Abby took off her glasses and set them on the dresser. “Are you going to lie there and watch me get naked?”

Roger nodded and smiled.

Miss Franks reached behind her back and unzipped the short-sleeve floral shift dress and let the top fall to her waist. She pushed it over her hips and let it fall around her ankles. She stepped out of it, picked it up and laid it over the back of a wooden chair. Standing in just her panties and bra, she pointed at her bra with a questioning look. Roger nodded. She reached behind her back and undid her bra. She let it slip down her arms and tossed it onto the chair with her dress. It may not have looked like she had much on top with clothes on, but when her bra came off, Roger sucked in his breath. Yes, they were small but full, with not a bit of sag — nickel-sized brown areola with distended nipples. Roger thought her thighs were a bit thin, but it gave her an interesting thigh gap. Except for a small tattoo of a rose on her hip, her skin was unmarked with barely a noticeable blemish.

Abby was smiling as she put her hands on her hips, “Your turn. And I want you to do it slow.”

Roger got off the bed and pulled back the covers. He motioned Abby to get on the bed. Abby climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged in the middle. Roger moved to where Abby had stood to undress. Roger couldn’t help but smile as he slowly undressed, and Abby would pretend to swoon as he removed each article of clothing. He was down to his underwear when Abby put her hand in her panties. “Show me, Roger. Show me your cock.” Abby rubbed her pussy as Roger revealed his hard cock. The way she watched him and touched herself was the sexiest thing Roger had ever seen a girl do.

Abby got on her hands and knees and crawled to the end of the bed, “Bring it over here.” Roger walked over to the bed. Abby leaned forward a couple of inches and kissed Roger’s cock, “Come a little closer.” Abby opened her mouth. Half of Roger’s seven-inch cock was trapped behind her lips. Roger gasped as she sucked and ran her tongue around the glans. He felt her fingers playing with his nut sack.

Roger had never been with a girl who was so playful. Roger was breathing hard when he pushed Abby away.

Abby pouted and said. “Oh, you didn’t like that?”

“Oh, I liked. I like it a lot, but now it’s my turn. Abby squealed in delight as she pushed her panties down and threw them at Roger and yelled, “Don’t touch me, you cad.” It might have been more believable if she hadn’t sat back with a big smile on her face and opened her legs to show Roger her wet pussy.

Roger got on the bed and wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her to his mouth. His tongue came out and licked her pussy. It wasn’t long before Abby’s legs were quivering, and she clenched her butt as her orgasms raced through her body. She relaxed and ran her hands over her breasts. Roger got out from between her legs and lay down beside her. They rolled toward each other and kissed.