Bless me, for I have sinned…
My relationship with David Patterson, my student, was starting to escalate.
This was right before I found out what he was. I still saw him as this sweet, shy boy, with more intelligence than he gave himself credit for. I had been transferred to St. Patrick High School midyear, so I didn’t really know the kids yet. But David took to me immediately.
Little knowing glances during class. Lingering handshakes. Shoulders brushing past. Sweet text messages. Sexy pictures. Very sexy pictures. I was blushing like a bobbysoxer schoolgirl when I’d see him in the hall. Shame on me, too, since I was in my 30s and he in his late teens.
I sat in the back of the class while the students watched a movie. We had been reading Moby Dick all month. They wanted to see the movie. David hung back with me. I was pretending to grade papers in the dark room. He kept leaning in to get my attention.
I smiled at his antics and touched his lap. And kept my hand on his lap. I watched the movie, but I was really watching the class, to see if anyone was turning their head. And I rubbed and rubbed his thigh, then his inner thigh.
And that bulge between his legs, packed with something I hungered for.
He was shifting in his seat, and I could hear him breathing. I winked at him with a grin.
He had his jogging pants on, having come from gym last period, made of thin material, so I could really feel his boner. Still, he pulled the elastic waist so I could dip my hand inside and feel the skin, feel the hardness, the hotness. He spread his legs wide, so I reached even deeper into his cave. I massaged his balls. I squeezed them a little hard making him jump.
We held back our laughter. We glanced at each other with sweet, romantic smiles, wishing the other students could disappear. But them being here was half the fun, wasn’t it?
One of my students got excited when he recognized the actor playing Ahab.
I had a firm grip around David’s cock but yanked my hand away.
“I fucking know that guy, from that show!”
“Yes, Chewy,” I said to the student, a chubby boy whose real name was Jesús Sanchez. “Now hush and watch.”
Chewy was nodding to his other classmates, but he looked over to the back where David and I were. I waited for him to look away. Did he suspect? Was I obvious? Was I being stupid again? He looked away.
I reached over again. The poor thing was shriveled up, but not for long as I held it and stroked it and played with it. It gained some more girth. It was plump again. It couldn’t fit in my hand anymore. There was the hardness again. I smiled over to my teenage lover. He had his mouth open and breathing out again. I had to get a firm grip to stroke it now. I could feel he was tightening his butt muscles and squirming in his seat.
Then I felt his hand on my shoulder opposite of him. I shifted in my seat. He was trying to put his arm around me here! I shook my head at him. He was tugging at me, trying to pull me towards him. I knew what he wanted, but I couldn’t do that here. Not with the class here.
I let go of his cock, and he took over stroking it. He tried to take my hand again, but I didn’t let him. I put my hands on the table instead and leaned forward, so that his arm could remain on the headrest. I looked at the papers I was pretending to grade, but I sighed angrily. I looked up at the projector screen.
Chewy was staring right at me again with a sly grin on his face. Someone whispered to him to turn around. He grinned wider before turning back.
David was putting his wonderful, mischievous cock away.
I jumped when I felt his hand touch my lap, right at the hem of my miniskirt. I grunted. Some students turned to look. I bit my lip. Then I was literally saved by the bell.
I got up and announced, “Okay, we watch the rest tomorrow, after the quiz.”
The kids groaned as they collected their things.
“I need help with it,” Chewy said.
“Study, study, study,” I told him and the rest of the class as they stampeded around me to get to the door.
“No, I need like, special tutoring,” Chewy was trying to say.
“See you tomorrow,” I said to everyone, ignoring him.
They shuffled out, a whirlpool of mauve sweaters and khaki pants spiraling out the door until the last person let the door slam shut. I stared at the door, shaking my head at my stupid, horny self.
“You don’t have a class next period, right?” David said, still here, getting up from his seat.
I paused the movie with the remote. I closed my eyes for a moment. I shook my head no. Next period was a half period lunch break. I’d been spending a lot of these with David.