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Patty McRae sat beside me in history class. I was in love with her.
For fifty minutes each day, I'd watch her out of the corner of my eye. I'd
see the profile of her beautiful face, watch the gentle rise and fall of
her breasts, see the sunlight halo her golden hair.
I wanted to touch her, to feel the smooth softness of her pale skin. I
ached to have her look at me with those twinkling soft blue eyes. I wanted
her to walk toward me with that inviting, sexy sway, the way she walked
toward her boyfriend, Butch.
I might as well've been a prisoner in Albania. When you're a sophomore
geek, the high school goddess dating the senior star of the football team
doesn't pay any attention to you, except to make your life more miserable.
"Henry, I dropped my pencil. Could you pick it up for me?" she'd
whisper. She'd be partially turned to face me. Her face would be
pleading. Somehow another button was undone on her blouse. I'd feel my
palsy return with its accompanying heat as I struggled to reach her
pencil that was closer to her than to me.
Then something happened one day, as if the gods on high, drained by
their laughter at the poor mortal suffering mightily below, deigned to take
pity on him. It didn't appear that way at first, for it began as the
cruelest blow a teen-aged virgin can endure.
"Henry Collingsworth, are you paying attention?"
"Yes, Miss Armbuster."
"I don't think you were. Come up here and finish explaining what I was
'No, Miss Armbuster. God, please, no. Not now.'
"Now, Miss Armbuster?"
"Yes, Henry. Now! Or do you want to go to the principal?"
'Thank you, God, for making it go away. I couldn't stand the
I walked in front of Miss Armbuster's desk and turned toward the thirty
some faces in our class. It was a short walk because I sat in the front
row. The walk to the gas chamber is a short walk, too, and just as deadly.
Most of my class mates stared at me with bored disinterest.
However, Patty acted interested. She'd slipped down in her chair with
her ass hanging on the front edge. Her face was devilish as her legs
slowly opened . . . and opened.
'Oh, no. Don't get hard again.'
"Go ahead, Henry."
"Abraham Lincoln was the sixteenth president of the United States."
'Is that my voice? How am I talking about Lincoln when Patty's legs are
. . . Patty, don't do that!'
She'd closed her legs and raised her skirt high on her thighs. She
slowly opened her legs again.
'Oh, holy shit! I can see her panties! No! God, make it go away.
I'll do anything. I'll never look at a or or hit my
sister. I'll promise anything you want. Henry, say something. Talk about
The class burst into laughter.
"Henry Collingsworth, do you know what you just said?"
"No, Miss Armbuster. I have no idea."
"Go to the principal. Tell him what you said. Go, Henry! I've lost my
patience with you!"
'I can't walk. Not with this. They can see it anyway, but walking'll
draw attention to it.'
Stiff and humped over, I trudged from the room. The last thing I
remember before I turned toward the door was Patty's face. I remembered
that look even as the principal chewed me out and sent me to detention.
I still didn't know what I'd said that got that Miss Armbuster so pissed
off. All I could remember was Patty's bare legs and hot pink and a
raging hard on I couldn't hide from sixty prying eyes. I knew they all
could see it. I knew they all were laughing at me.
I was unbelievably sorry Miss Armbuster was angry. She was my best
teacher and worked very hard for us. She was also my youngest teacher and
almost as attractive as Patty.
Saturday morning, I was laying on my bed trying to decide if I should
join the Foreign Legion or jump a passing freight train when my yelled at me, "Henry, the phone's for you."
When I answered, I heard, "Henry? This is Patty McRae." My heart
stopped and my cock leapt. Damn, that's what caused all my embarrassment.
"Do you have a way to get to my house?"
"My bike," I answered. Sweat poured off me and I started to shake.
"Listen closely, Henry," she said.
I did exactly as she said. I left immediately for her house, put my
bike in her garage and went to the back door. She was waiting to lead me
to the basement.
She was dressed in an sweat suit and her hair lay softly around her
face. There was a twinkle in her eyes, but her mouth was pursed sternly.
"Henry, if you ever tell anyone you've been here, Butch'll kill you.
You know that, don't you?" I nodded. "If he doesn't, I'll cut off your
nuts and make you eat them. Do we understand each other?"
"Yes," I gasped.
"Take your clothes off."
"Wh . . . wh . . . what did you say?"
"I said take your clothes off. I want to see you."
"I can't, Patty. Please don't make me do that."
She kissed me and her hand dropped to stroke my hardon through my jeans.
Her voice was gentle when she said, "Don't be embarrassed, Henry. That
hardon's what I want to see. Come on. I'll help you."
She knelt in front of me, unbuckled my belt and yanked down my jeans. I
ripped off my T-shirt. In seconds, I was naked in front of a for the
first time in my life: not just a girl, but the goddess of my dreams was
kneeling at my feet.
"Magnificent. Simply magnificent," she whispered. "Henry, this is an
"Please, Patty, don't do that. It'll . . . "
"Shoot? That's what it's suppose to do. Henry, watch me."
She was looking up at me. Her fingers wrapped around my cock and he
throbbed, hurting like a boil. "Henry," she said in a sexy, teasing way,
"have you dreamed of this moment?"
She wrapped her lips around my cock. I felt the tingles and knew what
was coming. She knew, too. Her fingers flew on my shaft as she the
head. It wasn't three seconds and Patty was swallowing my load. She had
the most sensual smile when she sat back.
"I'm sorry," I sobbed.
She stood and held me in her arms. "It's all right. I knew that would
"I thought didn't like it when . . . "
"... came in their mouths. Some don't. Some do. I love
it." She kissed me. The kiss tasted different this time. My cock was
rising again. She stepped back. "Do you want to undress me?"
"Yes." I wished that had been a deep manly sound rather than a squeak.
She raised her arms. Slowly, like a sculptor unveiling a work of art, I
pulled her top over her head.
"I thought you might like to take my bra off me. It fastens in front.
Henry?" She raised my eyes to look at her face. Her expression was caring
and soft with a hint of laughter.
"We have all day, Henry. I'm going to let you explore every part of me.
I'll teach you all about sex. And, Henry, we're going to fuck until that
marvelous cock of yours can't get up."
Monday morning, I strode into Miss Armbuster's class wearing the new
cotton slacks I insisted on buying Sunday. They were the tightest trousers
I'd ever worn.
"Good morning, Patty," I said as I sat down.
"Good morning, Henry. I certainly enjoyed my weekend. How was yours?"
"Yes, Miss Armbuster?"
"Are you ready to tell the class about Mr. Lincoln's Emancipation
"Yes, Miss Armbuster," I replied in a confident, masculine tone.
I stood straight and tall before the class. My cock twitched and
started to grow. Patty was watching it. So was Emily Forest in the third
row. A cute little with big brown eyes, Emily was as shy as I
was, no, as I had been. There was Sally, who was the sophomore round
heels, staring open mouthed and Jenny, another geek, sneaking glances.
With every eye on me, I stood taller and my cock got bigger. My trousers
moved and I adjusted them for more comfortable display. Patty winked at
Miss Armbuster had taken my seat when I went to the front. She was
staring at my cock. She looked hungry and her tongue slowly slipped over
her lips. She tightened her crossed legs, squeezing their center. She saw
me watching her and turned bright red.
After school that day, I stopped in Miss Armbuster's room. She was
alone, working at her desk. When I came in, she glanced up and hurriedly
returned to her paper work. She trembled when she heard me throw the bolt.
I stood by her desk waiting for her to acknowledge me. My cock was ready.
Miss Armbuster struggled with her need to look at it. Finally, without
looking at me, she sighed and said, "Yes, Henry?"
"Miss Armbuster, you're my favorite teacher and I like you very much. I
want to make you happy with me, but I really don't know what I said in
class Friday that upset you."
She pushed back from her desk. Her eyes moved to mine, stopping on the
way to stare at my cock tenting my pants.
"You said, 'Lincoln's Emancipation Proclamation freed the cocks'."
"Oh," I replied. "I know that isn't correct, but I was thinking of
something else. Miss Armbuster, may I have some private tutoring time with
you, maybe away from school in the evenings?"
She looked at me as Patty had. Now I knew what that look meant. She
flinched when I kissed her, but yielded quickly. Her hand stroked my cock
through my trousers.
"Let's start tonight, Henry. There's so much we have to cover."
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