Archive-name: First/teachng1.txt
Archive-author: Day Dreamer
Archive-title: Teaching the Teacher - 1


        World War II was just over and Joey Lassister, like many other
        veterans, had recently returned home.  Even though he was techni-
        cally a veteran, he didn't really feel like one.  He had joined
        the Army in his senior year of high school and only spent a
        little more than two years in service, none of which involved
        combat.  Nonetheless, there he was, with mustering-out pay in his
        pocket and no goals in life.  He figured the best thing to do
        before deciding about the rest of his life was to finish high
        school.  He checked with his old high school principal and was
        told that if he took senior English, Algebra and History, the
        principal would see that Joey got his diploma after just one
        semester.  That sounded good to Joey, and he enrolled for the
        upcoming spring semester of high school.

        Joey's History and Algebra classes were taught by old maid
        teachers well past retirement age, and they were dull, dull,
        dull.  To compound the problem, even though Joey was only about
        three years older than the other seniors, he felt like an old man
        among kids.  He couldn't even get interested in any of the girls;
        they all acted like giggling little kids.  The only thing that
        made school bearable for Joey was his English class and its
        teacher--Birdie Harman.

        Birdie, or Miss Harman as students were required to address her,
        was a 21-year-old fresh out of teacher's college.  Joey's class
        was her first teaching assignment, and even though she seemed a
        little nervous at teaching students only a little younger than
        herself, she knew all the latest techniques and was able to make
        English interesting.  Joey, though, was more interested in Birdie
        Harman than he was in English.

        Birdie had a dynamite body.  She was about five-foot-one and,
        just like the cigarette ads of the time said: so round, so firm,
        so fully packed.  She couldn't have weighed over 105 pounds, and
        every one of them was in the right place.  Her breasts were just
        right--firm little half-melon handfuls that bounced a little as
        she walked about the room but didn't sag one inch.  Further down,
        her ass was sheer perfection.  When she turned around to write on
        the blackboard, the beautiful globes jiggled just a little and
        made little twisting motions as she moved her hands across the
        board.  That ass rounded down into shapely thighs and then into
        calves that had just enough muscle showing to send Joey into
        daydreams of them wrapped around him tightly as they would make
        love.  Joey chose a seat on the first row of the classroom right
        in front of her desk so that he could get as good a view as
        possible.

        Joey could tell from the way Birdie moved and walked and sat that
        she was in touch with her body.  She always seemed to be a little
        tense, to be holding herself in tight rein, and Joey sensed a
        suppressed sensuality that seemed to ooze from her every pore.
        Even though the book, "The Sensuous Woman" hadn't been written
        yet, that was exactly how Joey thought of her.  Often as she
        stood before the class talking, one of her hands would stroke
        down her side, caressing her hip.  Sometimes she would even move
        a hand behind her and lightly stroke her buttocks.  Joey longed
        for it to be his hands doing the stroking, to be lightly tracing
        the contours of that magnificently sculptured ass.

        Joey was so turned on by Miss Harman's body that he kept at least
        a semi-erection, and sometimes a full hard-on, all the way
        through class.  Joey worried that she would notice since he sat
        on the first row, but she never seemed to show a reaction.  An
        incident occured one day, though, that did produce a reaction.
        That was the day Birdie sat on the edge of the desk right in
        front of him and crossed her legs.  Joey had a quick glimpse of
        thigh all the way to her crotch, her lace-trimmed black panties
        hitting him right between the eyes.  They hit him right between
        the legs, too.  His penis grew instantly erect, running seven
        inches down the inside of his leg and swelling out his tight-
        fitting Chinos.  Birdie saw it, too, because her face flushed a
        little and she stumbled in what she was saying to the class.
        Luckily, the bell rang then, and they were both spared any more
        of the moment's embarrassment.

        Birdie had one major problem, though--her looks ended at her
        neck.  Even though she had a body that wouldn't quit, her face
        wasn't anywhere near a close match.  She wasn't really ugly, mind
        you--not that traditional clock-stopper--it was just that her
        features were put together wrong.  Each one would have been okay
        by itself, but taken together, the result was not very
        successful.  Her face just wasn't in harmony with the rest of
        her.

        Even so, Joey didn't let her face bother him.  He had fallen in
        love with Birdie Harman's body, and he was so enamored of it that
        he was willing to take the face along with it.  He often sat in
        class, watching that body in motion, and daydreamed of their
        being in bed, wrapped in each other's arms, body to body, merged
        together in passionate sexual union.  The hard-ons caused by
        those daydreams sometimes caused a wet spot on his trousers leg
        from pre-cum oozing out.  Joey sometimes worried that she would
        notice, but he was often so caught up in his daydreams that he
        was past caring.  His English lessons may have suffered, but his
        daydream love-life prospered enormously.

        Joey found out where Birdie lived and sometimes on Friday and
        Saturday nights he would park down the street from her place to
        see if she were having dates.  Not once did he see her with a
        date.  She didn't even seem to have any girl friends, and the few
        times she went to a movie, she went alone.  Joey believed she
        must be lonely and began to feel sorry for her.  There she was
        with that gorgeous body that needed stroking, a friendly person
        with a good personality, but a face that seemed to keep boys
        away.

        One night when Joey was parked near Birdie's place, he could see
        the light shining out of an open window.  He had never been a
        window peeper before, but the open window offered an opportunity
        for voyeurism that he couldn't resist.  Like iron filings drawn
        to a magnet, the open window drew him.  He slipped out of the
        car, crept into the dark space between houses, and stooped under
        her window.  Very carefully, he edged one eye up to take a look.
        There stood Birdie, dressed in a dressing robe, apparently
        getting ready for bed.  Even though the beauty of her body was
        evident under the robe, what really got Joey's attention was what
        she had in her hand: a piece of carved wood about eight inches
        long and shaped like a man's hard penis.  He saw Birdie run her
        hand up and down its length, caressing it.  Then she put the end
        of it in her mouth, the end shaped like the bulging head of a
        penis, and sucked on it like a popsicle.  Joey was electrified
        with eroticism and his penis grew as hard as the piece of wood
        Birdie held in her hand.  My God, Joey thought, maybe she's going
        to fuck herself with that imitation prick.  He could hardly wait
        to see such a vision--he could already imagine Birdie stripping
        off her robe and gown and with legs spread wide apart, cramming
        that wooden dick into her pussy.  He was in for a disappointment,
        though, because Birdie turned out the lights and came over to the
        window and drew the curtains.  All Joey could do was listen, as
        soft moans came drifting out the window.

        The sound of Birdie's pleasure inflamed Joey, making him shake
        with desire.  With trembling hands he unbuttoned his trousers and
        managed to work his rigid penis out of its confinement.
        Squeezing and stroking it gently, he imagined that it was what
        was causing Birdie to sigh and moan.  As Birdie's moaning
        increased in intensity, Joey's pleasure mounted.  He blasted a
        splotch of come over the side of Birdie's house just as she
        gasped, "Ahhhh, yessss, yesssssssss!"

        The next day's English class was sheer agony for Joey.  He sat
        there in front of Birdie and the sounds she had made the night
        before played over and over again in his mind.  Her appearance
        gave no hint of the passion that rocked her the previous night--
        she was once again the proper school teacher.  Joey knew, though,
        that there was a smouldering fire under that facade of school
        teacher propriety.  He ached to merge that fire with his flaming
        desires, to build such a heated conflagration of love that they
        both could burn away their passions.  At that point Joey had only
        one goal--to find a way to replace Birdie's artificial cock with
        his real live one.

        Joey waiting around after class until all the other students had
        left and then approached Birdie's desk.  "Miss Harman," he said,
        "I'm having a real problem with conjugations.  I just can't seem
        to get the hang of 'to be' and 'to lie.'  Do you think you might
        be able to help me with those?"

        "Sure, I'll be glad to," she said, with a smile.  "Why don't you
        come by here after school and we'll spend a little time on them."

        "Oh, Gee," he lied, "I have a job that I have to get to right
        after school.  I get off about six, though.  Do you think we
        might be able to do it some evening?"

        "Well, I don't know," she said, "the school is closed after about
        five o'clock."

        "I could come to your house, if that would help," Joey said with
        a straight face.  The conversation was leading to just where he
        wanted it to go, and he didn't want to jeopardize what gains he
        had already made by any show of emotion.

        "I'm not sure about that," Birdie said with a slight frown.
        "There's pretty much of an unwritten rule that women teachers
        aren't supposed to have male students alone in their homes."

        "Who's to know the difference?" Joey asked.  "You and I are about
        the same age, and if anyone saw me they would probably think I
        was just your date coming to see you.  Tell you what, why don't I
        just be your date?  That way you won't even have to worry about
        that rule."

        Birdie blushed just a little bit and with a soft conspiratorial
        laugh said, "Okay, you can be my...my date."

        "Great!" he said.  "I'll come by around eight tonight if that's
        okay."

        "Eight for a date--that sounds like a good time," Birdie said,
        with a smile that made her whole face glow.

        Joey asked her for her address, not wanting her to know that he
        had been spying on her.  She wrote it out on a slip of paper for
        him and he left the room, his heart almost skipping beats at the
        thought of being able to be alone with Birdie.

                                    * * * * *

        Joey was at Birdie's at eight o'clock sharp and knocked on her
        door.  It opened immediately upon the first knock.  Birdie had on
        a dress Joey had not seen before.  It was amber colored and shiny
        like satin.  Far more sexy than anything she had ever worn to
        class, it clung to and revealed every inch of her body.

        "Come on in, Mr. Lassiter," she said.  "You're right on time."

        "Please, can't you just call me 'Joey' like all my friends do?"
        he asked.

        "Okay, 'Joey' it is.  And since we're about the same age, if you
        want to call me 'Birdie' outside of class, that'll suit me too,"
        she said.  "Why don't you make yourself comfortable in that chair
        while I go get my conjugation drill papers."

        In a few minutes Birdie returned and sat on the sofa facing Joey.
        She went over conjugation rules and they drilled on them for
        several minutes.  Joey pretended to stumble and be confused about
        them in order to keep up the pretense of his visit, but soon
        showed improvement.  "That wasn't as hard as I imagined it to
        be," he said.  "You make it so simple the way you just explained
        that I believe I've finally caught on to it.  Thanks so much for
        the special lesson.  It's really going to help me."

        "I'm always willing to help a student who really wants to learn,"
        Birdie replied, with a little smile.

        Having gotten the seeming purpose of Joey's visit accomplished,
        an awkward silence fell upon them.  Joey broke the silence by
        saying, "You know, Birdie, I liked the idea of this being a
        date," He looked Birdie directly in the eyes as he said this, a
        gentle smile on his lips.

        Birdie's face colored a little and she looked down, breaking
        their eye contact.  "Yes, me too," she said. "I've never had a
        date before, and I kind of pretended to myself that this was a
        real date, not just a tutoring session."

        "You're serious?  You really never have had a date before?  What
        about your senior prom?"  Joey asked increduously.

        "My senior prom?  My father paid one of my cousins from a nearby
        town to take me to the senior prom.  He spent most of the night
        dancing with all the pretty girls and left me sitting by a wall,"
        Birdie replied, a trace of bitterness in her voice.

        "But, why?  I don't understand," Joey said.

        Birdie stood up and walked over and faced a mirror that was
        hanging on her wall.  "Joey, you've got eyes.  This mirror
        doesn't lie.  A belle of the ball I ain't."

        Joey stood up just behind her, his face next to hers in the
        mirror.  "Okay, you're not the prettiest girl around, but you're
        sure not ugly, either.  Besides, you've got a great personality
        and one of the most beautiful bodies I ever seen on a woman," he
        said, placing his hands on her waist.

        "I guess no one has noticed," Birdie replied, with a sad little
        smile.

        "Well, I notice,"  Joey said, turning her around to face him.

        She stood there facing him, so vulnerable yet so needing.  "If
        you've never had a date, then that means you've never been
        kissed, doesn't it?"

        "No, I've never been kissed," she said in a little whisper.

        "Then it's time you learned.  For a change, the student will have
        a chance to teach the teacher."

        "Joey, you won't talk about this, will you?"

        "I don't kiss and tell," Joey replied.

        "Then, yes.  Yes, Joey, teach the teacher."

        Joey drew Birdie up closer to him and lowered his lips to hers.
        Her eyes were open wide and she was trembling just a little.  She
        closed her eyes just as their lips touched, but the tremble
        continued.  Joey wrapped one arm around her shoulders and the
        other around her waist and pulled her body against his own.  The
        soft mounds of her breasts pressed against his chest and he could
        feel the rapid beat of her heart through the contact.  Her lips
        were soft and the kiss was long and tender.  She drew back and
        with her eyes still closed, breathed a long slow sigh.
        "Ummmmmnn, yesss.  I think I like kissing," she murmured.

        Joey's lowered his lips to hers again and he pulled her body back
        against his.  This time she reciprocated, one arm going around
        Joey's neck and the other across his back.  Joey spread his lips
        slightly and extended his tongue, using it to rub lightly across
        Birdie's lips and then inbetween them.  She opened her lips a
        little, allowing the tip of his tongue to enter her mouth.  In an
        almost cautious manner, she lightly touched the tip of her tongue
        against his.  The effect was electrifying.  Birdie took a deep
        breath and tightened her arms around Joey even more.  He spread
        his lips even wider and ran his tongue fully into her mouth,
        brushing against hers and wetly caressing it.  She responded by
        returning the action.  Soon their bodies were tightly pressed
        against each other, their mouths fully opened, tongues swirling
        and making love to each other.

        Joey's body had long since reacted to the sexual stimulus and his
        cock was rigid and throbbing, bulging out the front of his
        trousers.  Joey wanted her to feel what she was doing to him and
        pushed his hips against hers, his rock-hard organ pressing
        against her just above the juncture of legs and torso.  She
        responded by pressing back, letting Joey know without words that
        she knew what had happened to him and approved.

        Joey ran his hand down Birdie's back and lightly stroked her
        magnificent ass.  Now it was his hand caressing her buttocks, not
        her own.  The daydreams that filled Joey's mind when he was in
        her class were becoming reality.  He kneaded the firm globes of
        her buttocks and ran his fingers into the crease that separated
        them.  Only the barrier of her dress prevented his hand from
        further exploration of her nether region.  Birdie made soft
        moaning growly sounds as Joey made love with his hand to the
        quivering melons of her ass.

        Joey lowered his other hand to her buttocks and holding one in
        each hand, he pulled her sex hard against his bulging front.
        Birdie could feel every throb of his pulsing cock as it pounded
        in desire for the body pressed against it.  Birdie made little
        circling motions with her hips and ground herself against Joey's
        outward jutting manhood.  He moaned involuntarily, his pleasure
        center stimulated by the motions of her sex moving against his.
        She finally broke their lips apart and holding her cheek against
        his, murmured, "Oh, God, Joey!  All the things I've been
        missing."

        "You don't have to miss them anymore," he answered softly into
        her ear.

        "I don't know anything, Joey.  I've only read about love, I've
        never experienced it.  You're going to have teach me.  I want to
        know it ALL.  I want to learn EVERYTHING.  Joey, will you teach
        me about loving?"

        Joey answered by lowering his lips and kissing her again.  He
        dropped one arm behind her knees and without breaking the kiss
        lifted her up into his arms.  Briefly, he broke the kiss and
        whispered, "Where's your bedroom?"  She pointed to an open
        doorway and Joey carried her through it, their lips once again
        joining.  The only sound was that of Birdie's shoes falling to
        the floor as she kicked them off.

                            TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2
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