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There comes a moment in a guy’s life when he has to, as the saying goes, ‘put up or shut up.’ If you can’t figure that out, it’s another way of saying, ‘take the chance.’ I came to that crossroad fairly early in my life, and it changed me, and who I was, forever.
First of all,let me introduce myself. I’m Jamie Doyle. As it so happens, it’s Jamison Doyle, thanks to my Irish heritage. But everyone calls me Jamie. I grew up in a medium- sized town, in Ohio. We weren’t a bustling metropolis, nevertheless, we had two hospitals, four high schools, one college and a mall.
I attended one of those high schools, and it was in my senior year that my predicament began.
Let me clarify. In actuality, this initiated in my junior year of high school, when the District hired Mrs. Rita Holmes.
Mrs. Holmes was the new English teacher at the school, and to say she was stunning, would be an understatement. At that point in time, she couldn’t have been more than twenty-six.
She was a petite and slender woman, brunette hair and striking green eyes. Her high cheekbones and toned body drew the attention of her horny students.
Her long, tanned legs, was accentuated by her stunning and spherical ass, and perky 36C breasts. From the moment that I saw her, she drove me wild.
Mrs. Holmes was what one would call, predictable, when it came to clothing. Generally, her attire was a fairly conservative top, a pencil skirt just above the knees, nylons and heels. Almost every day, except for the occasional pants or pantsuit, you could guarantee that’s what she would wear.
Needless to say, Mrs. Holmes became the newest fixation and the star of many of my masturbatory fantasies. Many nights, I’d lay in bed with my hand sliding up and down my hard cock, thinking of gliding into her beautiful pussy, whilst she laid naked beneath me.
The only problem was, I had already met my English requirements to graduate, and I didn’t take any English electives that year. However, in my senior year, I planned a little better.
I had a growth spurt my freshman year, and at 6 foot and 185 pounds, I looked much older than most of my male classmates. My parents had held me back in grade school, so I was always the oldest in my class.
In the summer of 1987, I turned nineteen. I was a starting receiver on the football team, which made me quite popular around the school. Of course, I used this to my advantage when it came to the opposite sex. I had a string of girlfriends, yet nothing that lasted more than a few months.
It was the end of my junior year and we were registering for classes for the following semester, when I saw a creative writing course was being offered. The information board didn’t list the teacher for that term. Nevertheless, I decided to take a chance.
I spent the better part of my summer, waiting on the class schedules to be issued.
For those younger readers, yes, we had to wait for things like this, back in the day.
When the moment finally arrived, and I got the class schedule in the mail, my cock thumped in my shorts as I opened the mail.
My Creative Writing teacher was none-other than Mrs. Holmes. I was beyond thrilled for the school term to be re-opened. Not that I wasn’t looking forward to my senior year! But now I was both exhilarated and impatient to see Mrs. Holmes.
By now, my libido was in hyperdrive, when I thought about Mrs. Rita Holmes. I would stroke my cock almost every night, thinking about different sexual scenarios. I frequently thought about what she’d look like naked, or what her tits would look like exposed for my eyes only.
I constantly fall asleep, wondering what her pussy looked like, how it felt, and what it tasted like. And the feeling of those wonderfully shaped legs, wrapped around my head or waist. It’s a wonder my mother never asked me or my father where all the tissue and paper towels were going.
Finally, it was September, and the first day of the school term. As a senior, I reveled in being one of the bigger students on campus. I should have enjoyed all of the female attention that I was receiving, but I wasn’t.
To me, they were all immature girls, when compared to Mrs. Holmes. I had that woman seared into my brain and I had to wait until fucking third period to see her!
I scrutinized the clock hands slowly ticking, second by second, through my second period Government class. In what seemed like an eternity, the bell to end that period, finally rang!
I almost trampled over my fellow students trying to get out of the door. I sprinted to the other end of the building to reach Mrs. Holmes’ class.
I walked into room four hundred and twelve, okay, it was probably more of a run, as I tried to compose myself.
There were a couple of students seated in the room when I arrived. And there, seated at the head almanbahis of the classroom, was the object of my sexual fantasies, dressed in a white short sleeved top, with a black pencil skirt, nude nylons and black heels. Holy fuck, I had no idea how I was going to keep my composure for the next few minutes!
Against my better judgment, I took a seat right at the front of her desk. Looking back, I can probably attribute that to fate, but things could have gotten very embarrassing for me too. Finally, the bell rang to initiate class. She gracefully stood and wrote her name on the chalkboard. Like I didn’t know her name.
“Good morning, class. My name is Mrs. Holmes, and I will be your creative writing teacher for this semester. Over the next fifteen weeks of this introductory course, you will learn to write poems, short stories and essays. If you enjoy the class, you are more than welcome to take the intermediate creative writing course for the spring semester.”
Welcome to take? Lady, I’m already there. Even if I hated creative writing with every fiber of my being, nothing will keep me from taking the intermediate class. I still had to wait for another ten weeks before I could register, but I already knew one class that I will be taking next semester for sure.
The first day of the class, continued with me casually snatching a look at her body, every opportunity that I got. After the first week, she knew all of our names. I came to enjoy the creative writing process, and her teaching skills made it even better.
During the second week of class, I knew I was in trouble. As she discussed some of the great poets of the 20th century, like Frost, Yeats and Plath, she slowly hopped onto her desk.
There, three feet in front of my desk, she sat cross-legged. Her shapely legs were almost close enough to touch. I tried not to stare at the black nylons encasing her wonderful legs, but it was hard. Unfortunately, so was my cock, as she uncrossed and crossed her legs.
All I could think about was parting her thighs and sliding my hands up her skirt, as it hiked around her waist and…
“Mr. Doyle? Hello, earth to Jamie Doyle,” her beautiful voice remarked.
Shit, she asked me something while I was deep in my horny daydream. I had to think fast.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Holmes, your description of some of this beautiful poetry just got me lost in thought, but then again you would know the true definition of beauty, wouldn’t you?”
That got some snorts from the back of the class. Where the fuck did that come from? Normally, I’d clam up or trip over my words when I’m asked a question. However, today my words flowed richly.
With a sly smile on her face, she replied, “Well, Mr. Doyle, I’m not sure if I should be flattered or concerned with that comment, but now you’re committed. What had you in such a daydream?”
I guess there was no going back from here. Put up or shut up, right?
“Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower,
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief.
So dawn goes down to a day,
Nothing gold can stay.”
It was the only poem I knew, thanks to S.E. Hinton and Francis Ford Coppola. The entire class was silent, except for Shannon Noble, who sat beside me. I think that she had a mini-orgasm listening to me recite the prose. I made a mental note to chat her up sometime.
Mrs. Holmes finally broke the silence. “Very impressive, Mr. Doyle. I’m sure Robert Frost would be flattered. Do you know any more?”
“Well, I just might, Mrs. Holmes, but I can’t divulge all of my secrets. I’d like to keep some of it a mystery. It’s more exciting that way. Don’t you think?” I inquired.
“Mystery is always exciting, Jamie,” she replied.
Holy fuck, am I flirting with her in front of the entire class? Was she flirting back? I had no idea where the line was on this, and as bad as I wanted to cross it, I wasn’t sure if it would backfire.
Luckily, the bell rang, and it gave me a way out. Gathering my books, I stood. Then glanced at Mrs. Holmes, who was gazing at me. Well, at my crotch.
Shit, even with the conversation I hadn’t managed to get my raging hard-on to go down. While it wasn’t fully erect I looked down and glimpsed the outline of my cock through my jeans, and Mrs. Holmes was looking right at it! I fled the room before the realization of what she was doing got me further aroused.
I managed to make it the rest of the day, without any potentially embarrassing situations. After football practice, I headed home. When I got there, there was a plate in the refrigerator and a note from my parents, letting me know that they were over at my grandparent’s, helping them replace the carpet in a couple of rooms.
So I was on my own for dinner and the rest of the night. I heated and ate the meatloaf, mashed potatoes and green beans that my mom had left for me. With a full belly, I did the dishes and decided to take a shower. Before almanbahis giriş I could get that far, the doorbell rang.
Moving quickly to the door I opened it and there stood Shannon, on my stoop. A little odd, I suppose. We ran in similar circles and she lived four blocks over, but we didn’t hang out much. Curious, I opened the storm door.
While Shannon is no Rita Holmes, she was definitely hot. She was blonde, a little taller than Rita, 5′ 7, and slender. I’d guess she was probably around 125 pounds or so. Unlike Rita’s 36 C, she had some fantastic 38 DD tits that every guy in school wanted to get their hands and mouths on.
We never dated, but I’m not sure why. Probably because I’ve been out with most of her friends and fucked probably half of them.
“Hey Shannon, what’s up?” I said.
“Hi Jamie, mind if I come in?” she asked.
I let her in the door but tried to keep my distance as I am sure I smelled like a locker room.
“So what brings you by?”
“I just wanted to talk to you about something,” she said, “is that okay?”
“Yea, but if you don’t mind, could I shower first?” I asked her, “I just got home from practice.”
She agreed that she could wait. I told her to make herself at home, as my parents probably wouldn’t be back for a couple of hours. I turned on the television for her and set it on MTV.
Whitesnake’s, “Here I Go Again” was on. Damn, Tawny Kitaen looked incredible on that Jag. I left her to David Coverdale and Tawny then headed to my room.
I shut my bedroom door, undressed, and threw my sweaty clothes into the hamper. I had a bathroom in my room, so I started the water, and once it was warmed up, I got in.
As the warm water washed over my sore shoulders and legs, I couldn’t help but think of Rita Holmes. I still had that vision of her perched on the edge of her desk, stocking-clad legs crossed right in front of me.
I could feel my cock stir, as I got deeper into my thoughts. I resisted the urge to stroke myself since Shannon was waiting out in my living room. When I was finished, I toweled off, put the same towel around my waist and opened the bathroom door.
As the door opened, I noticed that Shannon had gotten bored with MTV. She laid on my bed, completely naked, smiling up at me. I took in her gorgeous body and groaned. Her 38DD breasts were nice and perky, and her nipples were erected and alluring.
My eyes continued to travel down her body, past her flat belly to her pussy, which was covered in a soft almost platinum patch of pubic hair. Her lips looked puffy, but I’d have to get a closer look to be sure. After reluctantly regaining my composure, I walked toward the bed.
“David Coverdale got you worked up?” I asked with a smirk on my face.
“Oh, he’s no slouch, but no,” she replied, “it was that surprise poetry reading I suppose. Or maybe it was what I saw outlined in your jeans as you left class.”
As she said that, she sat forward and tugged on the towel, and I watched it soundlessly drop to the floor. I stood there, just as naked as she was.
Before I could say anything, her warm hands were wrapped around my hard shaft.
“Oh my god, look how thick you are, Jamie,” she squealed in delight. “I’ve been missing out all this time?”
She slid off the bed, to the floor, and onto her knees. She slowly ran her tongue up the underside of my hard cock, and goddamn, did that feel good! She then took the head in her mouth, and twirled her tongue around the pulsating head, hitting that sensitive spot.
I stood mesmerized at the side of the bed, as she worked my cock with her hungry mouth. Shannon took all of me into her wet, warm mouth, slightly sucking, as she stroked the base with one hand, and used that magic tongue to swirl around the head frantically.
Then she ran her tongue down the shaft and sucked on my balls while she stroked me. I’ve had many blow jobs in my time, but this was one of the better ones! My fingers laced into her blonde hair, as I groaned and thrust wildly into her mouth. God this felt so good. Soon I could feel the boiling at the base of my balls.
“Oh god,” I moaned, “I’m going to cum.”
Instead of Shannon backing off, she attacked my cock more. Her hand stroked faster, as she took me deeper down her throat. That put me over the edge. I could feel my cock thumping and spurting in her mouth, as she took all of my hot load. When I had given her my last drop, she wiped a little dribble from her lips and looked up at me, as my breathing was erratic.
“Jesus, that was amazing,” I remarked in amazement. “But I think I should return the favor.”
Smiling, I guided her to bed, and laid her down, then I lay on top of her. As our naked bodies touched, we kissed passionately, and when I ran my tongue down her neck, she moaned softly as I took one of her nipples in my mouth.
I lightly bit and sucked on her nipples, as my hand curiously ran down her body, past her belly, until I was touching her moist pussy. Gently, I flickered her clit, feeling almanbahis yeni giriş her body respond to my touch.
When we were both satisfied with the foreplay, my tongue *proceeded down her body, seeked the heat of her pussy. I hovered above her engorged clit, slowly blowing on it. Her hips jerked forward from the glorious sensation.
“Oh my god, you’re killing me, Jamie,” she cried.
I wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily, so I breathed on her clit again, then ran my tongue down the crease, where her leg met her hip. She almost leaped off the bed in pleasure.
Mid-way to her thighs, I lifted her legs above her head, and licked behind her knees, causing her to erupt in a scream of ecstasy.
Returning to her delicious pussy, I kissed just above the top of her pubic hair and down the other side. She was moaning loudly as I did this, and squirmed.
Impatiently she tried to move her pussy to encounter my mouth, but I knew what she was doing and would divert.
“For fuck’s sake, lick me, baby, please lick me!” she pleaded.
Not one to leave a woman in distress, my tongue flickered to her clit, and she squealed. My tongue rolled and made a wet map around her clit, then I took the engorged nub in my mouth and softly pulled on it.
God, she tasted really good. I attacked her clit with the tip of my tongue with a wicked vengeance, then I slid a finger inside her slippery pussy, fucking her gently with it. Her hands reached out and wrapped around my head, pulling me in further.
I could feel her getting wetter and wetter, as I guided her towards her impending orgasm. Her hips bucked against my mouth, when I teased her clit, faster and faster. Her breathing was increasing, and her moans grew louder while her orgasm built.
I slid a second finger inside of her, spreading her juices along her wet slit and asshole. As I slid a finger out of her, gently pulled on her clit, whilst flickering my index finger in her pussy and craftily slid my middle finger into her pink ass.
That put her over the top, and she screamed with an orgasm, whilst she ground her pussy on my face. Her body tensed one last time and then she collapsed on the bed.
“Oh my fucking god, Jamie!” she panted, “that was amazing! I have never had an orgasm like that. Shit, I’ve never been licked like that either.
I will say one thing, I not only pride myself on my oral abilities, I know I am damn good at it. I’ve overheard girls at school, not to mention some of my mom’s friends, complaining about their partners’ lack of fulfilling certain desires. I took that to heart and made it a point, to not only go down on every girl I’ve slept with but to be the best I could be.
I laid beside her and reflected. Lazily, she played with my cock, getting him hard again. I suddenly realized that I might have gotten deeper (no pun intended) than I wanted to. Thinking with my dick again. Great job, Jamie.
While Shannon was great orally, had a wonderful body, was very pretty, and hopefully fucks like an animal, I wasn’t looking for anything serious. I decided to say something and be the prick. I mean, we both came, right?
“Hey Shannon, umm I’m not sure how to say this. You’re awesome and you’re fun to be around, but you know- well-see, shit. I’m fucking this up. Okay, look-I-umm-well, see I umm,” I stammered.
“Stop, Jaime, wait for a minute,” as she burst into laughter. “Holy shit, I couldn’t let you keep that up any longer. You’re worried that I’m looking for a relationship, right?”
“Yea, that’s what I was trying to get out,” I replied with my eyes closed in embarrassment.
“Holy shit, Doyle. You were so fucking smooth in Creative Writing, but you suck now,” she joked.
“Yea,” I chuckled, “I do suck, but I didn’t hear you complaining,” I replied with a smirk.
“Oh and you will never hear me complaining about your sucking either!” she said. “But as I said when I came over, I have something to tell you. I just got a little horny, and I needed that taken care of and had some needs first and that’s all I want.”
Man, was I relieved to hear that. Okay, this could be good then. Depending on what she wanted to talk about, of course.
“So you wanted to talk?” I asked her.
“Yea, I did. So what was that all about in writing class today? First off, very smooth, but were you and Mrs. Holmes flirting?” she inquired.
“I’m not sure, to be honest. It kind of felt like it. But I hoped that we were,” I expressed.
“You’ve got a thing for her, don’t you?” she asked. “You want to fuck her!”
“Umm, well if we’re being honest here, I have a crush on her,” I said, “I mean she’s…”
“Fucking hot!” she cut me off, “she’s so fucking glam’. I don’t blame you.”
That surprised me. I’d never heard a female describe another female in this way. Of course, by now my cock was rock hard again.
“So guess what Doyle? This is your lucky day,” Shannon declared. “I’m going to help you fulfill your dream.”
My jaw must have hit the floor by the way she started laughing.
“How do you plan on doing that?” I asked her in excitement.
“I’m not sure yet,” she said, “but I’ll figure something out for sure. For one, she’s my advisor this year, so I should have some one-on-one time with her. Girl talk, you know?”
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