Shortcuts are always the best Part I
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Introduction: This is a fantasy. The characters in this story are real — names have been changes — but things didnt actually go this way. The initial set-up is a little too long and the actual sex part a little too short so Ill try and work on that. I hope you enjoy it. ???? Yep, hes new. And pretty young, too!
Hes sort of hot, isnt he?
Statements and comments like these were heard everywhere I went. The new school year had just commenced and apparently, there was a new, hot male teacher. I hadnt seen him just yet but judging by the rumours that had been flying around, he was definitely something.
My name is Rachel and Im a senior at Vanguard High. I had just turned seventeen, I stood at around 57, had a lean, athletic figure, dark hair that swept around my shoulders and firm C-cup breasts. I had had my fair share of guys (and girls). My junior year had been pretty wild for me jumping from one guy to another, having a sex tape leaked out, having to go through my parents divorce and my dads re-marriage.. The summer holidays had been nice and free of drama. This year, I had decided to settle down, focus on my studies a little more and let go of my wild ways but it seemed like my friends expected me to be the same old wild Rachel ready to fuck just about anyone.
Classes were as usual that day Mr Marcus, our History teacher, was still boring us to death with details on World War II, Ms Evans still insisted that we read at least 20 books that year but this year, it looked like Science classes were going to be a little less boring. I didnt see what everyone else saw in Mr Collins sure, he was tall, dark and not horrible looking but there were far more attractive guys out there. I guessed that it had something to do with the fact that he was a teacher. Vanguard didnt get many young male teachers and those students that were interested in the whole student-teacher thing were interested in him. I, however, couldnt be bothered. I had thrown my old habits down the drain and I wasnt keen on jeopardizing my future by going after a teacher.
Mr Collins first name: Stephen was 27 and fresh out of university. He was around 61, had a lean and pretty well-toned body, from what little I could see of it in his work clothes, dark green eyes which almost looked brown at times and dirty-blonde hair. Fine, he was sort of attractive. His classes were very interesting the man had a real passion for the subject and his teaching was animated. He often added humour into his speech and everyone seemed to like him.
After an hour of Science, I sighed in relief when I heard the bell that signified lunch break. Mr Collins asked a few students to stay behind for a few minutes and unfortunately, I happened to be one of them. Getting in line behind the rest of them, I heard him speaking at his desk. Those of you that have been asked to stay behind are the ones that are the weakest at Science. I had a look at your grades from your previous year and you definitely need to improve them if you even want to dream of getting into a good university.
I rolled my eyes. So he was one of the pushy teachers. Well, that immediately put him into my bad books. Although, him pushing us to do better might be good for me as I was determined to improve my grades. I picked up a leaflet from the pile that was placed on the table and scanned it over once with my eyes. Thursday and Friday afternoons.. Shit, that clashed with my soccer practice sessions. I turned around, my mouth opened, to ask if there were any other options and realized that I was the only student left. Mr Collins was standing at his desk, shuffling some books around and he lifted his head. Yes, uh, Rachel, is it?
I offered a polite smile. Yeah. Umm, Thursdays and Fridays? Im sort of busy on those days.
Whats more important than school?
Soccer, I said, in a matter-of-fact tone. It was true. I had learned to play soccer before I had even learned to walk. Dad and I used to go to soccer games every Saturday night and I had been on the school team ever since the fourth grade. It also helped me keep in shape.
Oh? he answered, not sounding surprised at all. Guess youre going to have to make a choice then.
I looked away, going over things in my mind. I couldnt possibly give up soccer, not now it was my last year to enjoy it. Next year, it would be off to university. Are you free on any other days? I asked hopefully. Maybe I could join in with the weak junior students. I had barely any knowledge of Science anyway. It would help if I started at a more basic level.
Mr Collins was silent for a moment. Tuesdays, he finally said. Im free after 6pm.
It was a Tuesday. So we start next week?
How about today? We have a lot to cover.
I cursed him mentally. I had planned on staying home and lazing around.
Fine, I replied, collecting my stuff and turning around, leaving the classroom.
*****
I was at my best friend Danielles place from 4 to 6pm. We did our nails, watched a horror movie and we got a little drunk over half a bottle of whiskey. Finally, her older sister drove me to school, telling me that I could collect my car tomorrow as I was in no condition to drive. She suggested that I go home instead and explain to Mr Collins what had happened the following day but for some reason, I chose to go to school instead. After my parents had divorced, Mom hadnt been anything but a sobbing pile of mess. She insisted on me leaving her alone which also translated to me doing the laundry, the dishes, cooking, cleaning.. Basically all the household chores. In the end, we had hired a maid but that didnt stop her from laying on the couch basically all day with her favourite drink gin and tonic.
When I reached the Science room, Mr Collins was already there. He took one look at me and immediately rushed over to sit me down at a bench. Thought itd be funny to turn up drunk, huh? he said finally, after getting me a glass of water.
I took a sip and rested my head on my hand which was supported by my elbow. Sorry. That was all I could manage. My head was pounding against my skull I had drank most of the whiskey, Danielle had only taken a sip or two.
I doubt youre going to remember anything I teach, he muttered to himself. Whats the point?
I didnt answer him. Instead, I lay my head down against the cool table. From where I was sitting, I had a clear view of him working at his desk. You know, I said, sitting up, The girls have been talking about how attractive you are. I didnt know what I was saying. I was drunk, and I had this annoying habit of feeling obliged to talk whenever someone else was in the same room as I was.
If he had heard me, Mr Collins ignored me. I stood up and walked towards his desk, a little shaky. Youre not married, are you? I asked, glancing at his ring-less fingers.
No, he said simply, not looking up from the paper he was marking.
Girlfriend? I pushed.
Not that I know of.
I perched myself on his desk and leaned against the wall on his left. The pounding in my head was gone and had been replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling. He looked up at me and I smiled. For the record, you are very, very attractive, I said, giggling.
I should take you home, he said suddenly, getting to his feet and picking my bag up. Lets go.
*****
The next morning, I woke up with a bad headache. I squinted my eyes as soon as I opened them, cursing the morning sun that was shining through my bedroom window. Near the window, where there was a beanbag, I saw a figure move. I forced myself to open my eyes and saw my stepbrother walking towards my bed. Good morning, boozy, he said, laughing.
I groaned as I sat up in my bed, clutching at my head. What are you doing here? I asked. I hadnt been told that he was coming over. Dad and his second family lived about a two-hour-drive from Vanguard. Dad and his wife didnt come by often but Joel, my stepbrother, often did. Joel was 20 and was learning automobile engineering at a renowned university. He was around 6 feet tall, had dark hair, tanned skin and an athletic build. When we had first met, almost a year ago, when Mom and Dad had separated, Joel and I had been attracted to each other immediately. At that time, Katherine, his mother, and Dad were only dating casually, we didnt think that they would get married. So Joel and I had hooked up a couple of times. The sex had stopped once Dad and Katherine announced their wedding. However, Joel and I remained friends.
Just came by to see how you were doing, he said, sitting at the edge of my bed. Ive been here since yesterday evening. You were pretty out of it when your teacher drove you home.
Suddenly, the events of the previous day came rushing back to me. Fuck, I said, sitting up straight in my bed. Oh, God. I should never drink, I said, my face in my hands.
What did you do, Rachel?
I hesitated at first, and then told him.
Joel laughed. So what? Hes probably pleased that half the female student body wants to get in his pants.
I glared at him. I made a fool out of myself.
He probably went home and jacked off after you told him that you thought he was hot. If I was him, I wouldve taken full advantage of you.
I hit Joel on the arm.
Thats right, I kind of already did, he said, laughing again.
*****
Over the next few weeks, everything fell right back into place. Soccer practice started, teachers started piling homework on us and my Tuesday classes with Mr Collins went smoothly. I was beginning to think that I had imagined our conversation that evening when I was drunk. Because, if it had really happened, he showed no signs of remembering it. Then again, what idiot would risk losing his job for a few minutes of pleasure? Not that I wanted to pleasure him.
He was funny and I began to understand the subject as he connected parts of it with witty humour. He taught me effective ways on how to revise when exams were close. However, when the time came for weekly tests, I was still sporting a grade D. You could take a shortcut, you know? suggested Danielle one Tuesday. You do know that you have to maintain at least a C in all subjects to take part in extra activities, right?
I ignored her I knew. My soccer coach had already talked to me about it. I was failing in History and my Science grade was just not good enough. I thought about what Danielle had said and shook my head. I could do this, I didnt need to take any bloody shortcut.
That evening, I arrived in school at around 5.30pm. I had come straight from Danielles place again and was wearing a sweater that was a little too warm for the current weather. Looking around and making sure that Mr Collins wasnt in some corner of the class, I pulled off the sweater, revealing a grey and purple push-up bra. I unzipped my backpack and pulled out an orange tanktop. However, before I could pull it over my head, I heard a shuffle of feet and turned around to see Mr Collins at the door. I stood there, stunned, for a moment, before finally pulling the tanktop over my head. We stared at each other for a minute before he walked over to his desk and pulled out some folders.
I retreated into my usual seat, biting my lower lip. I judged the expression on his face. The cocky confidence that usually showed was missing. I couldnt help but smirk. He was just another guy after all.
So, e-electricity, he started, stammering a little.
I smirked, yet again, leaning forward slightly. Now, my tanktop had a low-cut neck most of my tops did I had a pretty nice set of breasts, in my opinion, and I liked to show them off. I was aware that quite a bit of cleavage was on display and the thought made me a little excited.
Instead of walking around the class like he usually did while explaining, Mr Collins stayed behind his desk while going on about circuits, voltage and current. After a while, he gave me a paper to complete and I did so silently. After I was done, I walked over and placed the paper on his table, pulling up a chair. I usually sat beside him as he marked my work, allowing him to correct me in places I went wrong. As I sat a few feet away from the man, my eyes wandered and stopped at his crotch. There was an unmistakable bulge visible and, fuck, he looked huge. I looked away quickly, making sure that he didnt notice me staring. Danielles words crossed my mind again and I ignored her voice in my head.
E, stated Mr Collins, pushing the paper towards me. I had done even worse than usual.
Whats wrong, Rachel? I thought you were starting to get the concept.
I remained silent, running a hand through my wavy hair. Fuck this, I muttered, getting to my feet and taking a few slow laps around the room. His eyes were on me, wondering what I was doing. I looked at him and we made eye-contact for a moment before I broke it, looking away. I had two options: one, I could do as Danielle said and try to take the easy way out or, two, I could tell myself that I could improve my grades and end up getting kicked off the soccer team instead.
Mr Collins, I.. I need to maintain at least a C in all subjects to play soccer, I stated, crossing my arms over my chest.
Im aware of that rule, he answered.
Dont you think we could come up with some kind of deal here? I asked, walking towards him. My voice had softened and I tilted my head to the side slightly, gazing up into his green-brown eyes. I was now standing behind his desk with him, our bodies only a few inches away from each other. I looked down slowly, noting that his erection hadnt disappeared. Looks like you like me as much as I like you, I stated, smiling at him.
Mr Collins took a step backwards. Rachel, he started, obviously trying to control himself.
I took things into my own hands literally before he gained too much control of himself. I reached out my right hand and placed it gently against the crotch of his jeans and he let out an involuntary moan. Rachel..
Yes, Mr Collins? I asked, looking up at him, inching closer. Did seeing me in my bra turn you on? I asked, standing on my toes, placing a kiss on his jaw.
At that moment, whatever was going through his mind, Mr Collins grabbed my hair and crushed his lips against mine. Surprised, I let go of his cock which I was playing with and leaned against the wall, kissing him hungrily. His hands had slipped under my top and were caressing my breasts through my bra. Even through the thick fabric, I could feel his strong hands toying with my erect nipples. I moaned into the kiss, my hand returning to his cock. My back against the wall, I lowered myself onto my knees and started undoing the zip of his jeans, eager to find out if that bulge was anything like the real thing. Surprisingly, I felt his strong hands heave me up and place me on his desk. His mouth was on my neck in a second and his hands around my back, undoing my bra. I pulled off my tanktop as he simultaneously pulled away my bra and my breasts were revealed. After staring at them for a few seconds, Mr Collins took one nipple in his mouth and grazed his teeth against it. I moaned loudly. He definitely cut to the chase. My other breast was in his hand and he squeezed my nipple in between his thumb and index finger, making me moan even more.
Then, his mouth left my breasts and he placed soft kisses all the way down to my crotch of my skinny jeans. Peeling the denim away, Mr Collins pushed aside the grey thong I was wearing and immediately stuck his middle finger into my cunt. I tried to stop myself from letting out a scream but I couldnt I was taken by surprise. Scream all you want, babe, no ones here to hear us, he said, placing a kiss on my mouth before pulling off my thong and getting on his knees. I was eager to feel what his tongue could do and I spread my legs, burying my hands in his blonde hair. Stephen.. I moaned, using his first name, as his finger fucked my wet pussy. He inserted a second finger and I arched my back, only to feel his tongue flick against my sensitive, swollen clit. I screamed again. Oh God, fuckkkk, I moaned, leaning back against the wall.
His tongue flicked against my clit faster and faster and his fingers made a slopping sound as they entered and re-entered my soaking wet cunt. Finally, after a few minutes, I had been teased enough and needed the real thing. I pulled him towards me and kissed him hard on the mouth, tasting myself on his tongue. I want you to fuck me, I moaned into the kiss, finally unzipping his pants and feeling his hard cock through his boxers. Stephen continued kissing me as he pulled his boxers off, keeping me distracted. So when his cock entered my pussy, I wrenched my eyes open and looked down. The head had already disappeared into my hot little hole and even then, it still looked huge. It looked to be around 8 inches long and fairly thick definitely the biggest Id ever had.
Im going to make you scream so loud that you wont be able to talk for the next couple of days, he whispered in my ear as he started pushing his cock into me. I had my arms around his neck and I tried not to scream. His cock was stretching me in all possible ways imaginable. It felt as if he was trying to get into my stomach. At the same time, beside the pain, there was an indescribable pleasure. He was exploring my depths and I fucking loved it. As soon as I had started to relax, Stephen pulled his cock out then rammed it into me immediately, all 8 inches at once. This time, I couldnt help but scream.
Stephen fucked me against the wall for a good fifteen minutes before he finally started moaning and groaning. By then, I had already had three orgasms and I was simply allowing myself to be used as his fuck-toy. He had constantly been whispering dirty things into my ear and I was turned on beyond words. My hands were trailing down his back and abs, over his hard muscles. He had one palm against the wall for support and the other on my hip, holding me as he rammed his cock into me over and over again. As his thrusts got faster, I felt another orgasm building up and I pulled his body towards me, my teeth grazing against his shoulder as I tried to prolong the orgasm. Im gonna cum, I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist.
Mmm, me too, baby, he answered. His thrusts got faster and shorter and finally, Stephen let out a moan, slowing down. I leaned back against the wall, trying to catch my breath. I felt his balls empty into my pussy and felt him inch closer towards my body, his lips on my neck, as he breathed heavily. There were beads of sweat on his chest. I felt a sense of emptiness as his semi-hard cock pulled out of my pussy and Stephen started cleaning up.
Thats it? I asked, getting off the table and to my feet.
Thats it.. for now, he answered, turning around and giving me a wink as he pulled his t-shirt over his chest.
*****
I hope you liked it. Please comment, Im thinking of writing a Part II. Maybe a threesome? Definitely a Joel x Rachel scene.
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