After School Special - Part 3

"Sorry Todd," she laughed again, "I guess that was a little, how do you kids say it T&A?"

"I...I think you mean TMI." I replied, thinking T and A was exactly what was lodged in my head right now.

"Oh, that's right, too much information!" another cock stirring giggle. "The other one means tits and ass."

"I...yeah it does." I told her quietly trying to keep my voice steady.

"Sorry, Todd I shouldn't say that, I doubt a guy your age wants to hear that from someone almost old enough to be your mom."

"You look a lot younger than my mom." I said without thinking.

"Good answer!" she exclaimed then lowering her voice to close to a whisper added, "Or are you just..." she paused, "Kissing my ass?"

I swallowed hard, recalling "After School Special" and managed to laugh, "No seriously, you look pretty young."

"Aren't you sweet, well you know what they say about flattery; anyway is noon okay for you?"

"Yeah uh...sure."

"Good because like I said to you yesterday in class, I found your story very intriguing and can't wait to talk about it!"

"Really?"

"Really Todd, I'm very excited to hear all about your motivation! See you at Noon!"

I started to reply, but she had hung up. I leaned back on my pillow and for a moment allowed my mind to wander over what Miss Ross would look like in lying in bad in a pair of tight lace boy shorts, her little top riding up her stomach, up to just below the swelling of her tits. I shook my head to clear it. I was too tired even for that right now. Closing my eyes and waiting for sleep to return, I wondered what the hell had Miss Ross so interested in my story.

Granted I thought it had come out better than I expected, but saw nothing in it that would have her excited. Even yesterday at class she had come up to me and told me how impressed she was with my latest work. I'd thanked her and said it was a bit different for me. She'd smiled and said that not only was it different, but seemed truly inspired. She'd walked away at that point, leaving me to be truly inspired by her ass in a pair of tight black jeans.

I shrugged as I lied there and chalked it up to maybe she just felt this story was more up to my potential. Miss Ross had been telling me all year I was better than what I was turning in. Of course, I thought with a grin, she had never seen any of what I referred to as my 'real' work. Talk about inspiring. Speaking of inspiring her conversation with me had bordered on out right flirting. I knew it wasn't, she was probably just in a good mood. I noticed at the meetings at her house she was much more relaxed and spoke quite differently and this was no different.

On a different note, that conversation would make a good beginning to a new story. I show up at her house, she's the only one there and answers the door wearing some sexy lingerie and....I smiled as I felt my mind drifting back into sleep and wondered if shit like that ever happened outside of movies and stories.

*****

I pulled up in front of Miss Ross's house and glancing at my phone saw it was five to twelve. That was odd, I thought as I looked around. I didn't see Tony or Kim's cars or anyone else for that matter. I was usually the last one to arrive so this would be a first. I started to get out, but stopped and took a quick look in the mirror. I'd spent more than a little time trying to get my hair just right and had shaved. I looked closely at my blue eyes, making sure they weren't bloodshot from not a lot of sleep and after giving myself a big smile said, "You look good too Miss Ross, why yes I would love to see your..."

I laughed and sighed, "Knock it off Romeo."

I grabbed my notebook and getting out of the car, did a brief check to make sure my black polo shirt was tucked into the jeans I was wearing. The jeans were more than a little tight and the shirt showed off the arms I'd built up playing football the last two years. All in all I thought I looked pretty good. Whether I was showing off for Kim or in some vain hope Miss Ross checked out young guys was up for debate, but one way or another I was happy with the result. I'd also sprayed on some Wings cologne for a little extra effect and after running my fingers through my hair, walked up to Miss Ross's door and rang the bell.

I had turned partway at the sound of a car coming around the corner to see if it was one of the other kids, but it wasn't. I heard the door open and Miss Ross say, "Hi Todd, thank you so much for coming today!"

"Hi Miss," I began as I turned towards her, "I...."

I stopped in mid sentence when I saw her. She was wearing a red sundress what was so low cut not only could I see the top half of her tits, but right down between them. In fact I could see far enough down to notice that what I wasn't seeing is any type of bra. I forced my eyes from her chest and noticed the dress tied around her neck leaving her smooth creamy shoulders bare. Well not completely bare, Miss Ross's long curly black hair was down and draped over her right shoulder.

"You okay Todd?" she asked.

"I..." I snapped myself out of it and hoped to hell I hadn't been gawking. "Sorry, I thought I umm...heard my cell ringing. Anyway, uh...no problem, glad to be here."

"And I'm very glad to have you here." She gave me a smile that caused my heart to flutter.

Not only because it seemed more than a bit playful, but her lips were painted a deep red, making them more luscious than ever and as I looked into her big expressive brown eyes, she winked.

"Well come on in, you know the way."

She turned and when she headed down the hallway in front of me, I felt my mouth drop open. The dress was as short as the damn skirt I'd pictured her in my story. The red material wasn't reaching more than a few inches below the cheeks of her ass and while I stared at the backs of her long smooth thighs, I wondered if she could even bend over in it. Following her into her living room my eyes wandered down her long shapely legs and with a start I noticed she was barefoot.

Miss Ross entered her living room and I saw that where she had usually pulled all the chairs into a circle, they were spread out around the room. Walking over to the love seat in front of the window, she paused to pick up a glass of wine and a folder I assumed had our stories in it. That was different, I'd never seen her drink at these things, usually we had soda or iced tea. I stood in the middle of the room, unsure of where to sit and watched while she pulled the shade down that was over the loveseat.

Turning she sat down in the corner of the love seat and when I started to sit in the armchair across from her she shook her head and pointed to the other side of the love seat.

"Come sit over here Todd."

I started over then stopped when she raised her right leg and crossed it over the left. She'd raised her leg high enough that I had gotten a glimpse of red lace between her legs. I felt my face begin to flush and lowered my gaze to the floor in hopes she didn't notice.

"Well?" she asked. I raised my head to see her pat the cushion next to her, "Come on over, are you afraid I'll bite?"

"No, I just..." I shrugged and made my way over, as I did she continued,

"I've been known to nibble from time to time, but not bite."

"What?"

"Sorry," she laughed, "I'm in a really good mood and think maybe I've had a glass too many," she indicated the wine glass, "But hey it is the weekend. Want some?"

"No thanks I'm uh...too young to drink."

"That's right you are, aren't you?" she smiled at me, "Just a pup, or is the word," she winked. "Cub?"

"Cub?" I frowned.

"Oh, come on now Todd, I know you know what a cougar is and cougars like cubs don't they?"

"Sure I guess so," I mumbled as I felt my face getting hot again.

She was staring at me, her eyes locked onto mine and I wondered what was going on, I had the strange feeling I was in one of my own stories. She was drinking, dressed to kill and...

"Where's everyone else?" I asked.

"They're coming tomorrow like always."

"What? I thought you said...."

"I lied." She said with a shrug. "I wanted to talk to you about your story in person Todd."

"W...why?" I asked, beginning to get nervous. "What's so special about that story?"

She looked at me and her eyes narrowed. After an uncomfortable silence, she smiled again, "You don't know do you?"

"Uh...no not really, it was just a Vampire story. I did try to humanize him, but still I don't think...."

I stopped as she clapped her hands together, "Oh, this might be even more fun than I thought!"

"Miss Ross, I don't know what you're talking about." I told her.

"I guess not," she laughed as she reached into the folder and removed several stapled together pages. "But you will soon enough."

"O...okay."

"First off, sit back and relax Todd, you're on the edge of your seat like you're ready to run."

I slid backwards and as she had done turned so that I was angled into the corner of the loveseat facing her. Miss Ross gave me a sly smile and lifted the papers as if getting ready to read them. She shifted in her seat and uncrossing her legs, winced. "Damn."

"You okay?" I asked.

"I went running this morning and my legs are killing me." She looked over at me and asked, "Do you mind if I stretch them out?"

I shrugged, "It's your house."

"Thank you!"

With no hesitation she lifted her legs and stretched them out in front of me. Her feet were only about a foot in front of my face and as I watched she straightened, causing the muscles in her calves to bulge. I could feel my face getting hot again as I stared at her red toe nails. Christ, even her feet were sexy. As if she had read my mind she playfully wiggled her toes and in order to keep myself from gawking, I turned my head and felt my heart begin to beat faster. When her legs went up, Miss Ross's dress had slid up as well and I had a clear shot of the cheeks of her ass.

I also caught another glimpse of red material and from what little I saw knew it had to be a thong. I knew I should turn my head, but was frozen by the sight of the curve of her ass. In addition to my heart beating faster by the minute I felt my cock beginning to swell and again had the eerie feeling I was in the middle of one of my own fantasies. Miss Ross mercifully lowered her legs, but instead of crossing them again, left them stretched out along the couch so her feet were in front of my knees.

"You hot Todd?" Miss Ross asked.

"Uh...a little." No lie there, I was beginning to sweat.

"I am too," she smirked, "Or so I've heard anyway."

I forced a smile back at her and sat there with my hands in my lap, hoping to cover the bulge of my rapidly growing cock.

"First off," Miss Ross began. "I'll start with other than a few misplaced commas' your grammar has really improved."

"Thank you." I nodded, feeling better she was starting to sound like a teacher again.

"Most of those mistakes were during the..." she winked, "Climax of the story so I cut you some slack. Now as for the story itself, the subject matter shocked me, but once I got over it I have to say, very well done!"

"Thanks again." This time my smile was real.

"Tell you what Todd, I read this thing three times."

"You did?"

"Oh, yeah I did. It got better every time! Hell last time around I had to put it down because I needed my hands to..."

She trailed off and stared at me with an expectant look on her face. I put my hands up and shrugged, "I...I don't know what you're talking about?"

"Really? Wow, guess you're writing from imagination, not experience." She smirked at me, "That's okay that stuff can be taught, but okay let me read you one of my favorite parts okay?"

"Sure." I laughed, "I'm really curious to know what you thought was so good."

Miss Ross made a show of clearing her throat and I smiled as she began reading,

"I watched transfixed as Miss Ross's full red lips enveloped the swollen head of my engorged cock."

The smile left my face and my stomach felt as if someone had kicked it.

"Inch by teasing inch she worked her soft lips and warm wet mouth down the length of my shaft."

"I.... oh my god." I whispered. I'd sent the wrong fucking story.

"I moaned in surprised pleasure when I felt her lips touch the base. I was fairly well hung and no girl had ever taken me all the way before...." Looking up at me, she shook her head. "Really Todd? Are you that hung and no other girl? What, all two or three that you may have had?"

"Miss Ross," I began.

"That's okay though its erotica so you can exaggerate, let's see...." She snapped her fingers. "Here we are. She shook her head and I gasped when I felt her tongue slide out and lick my balls."

"Miss Ross," I exclaimed, "I...I am so sorry I..."

I stopped as she raised her finger to me. "Don't interrupt Todd." Clearing her throat again, she continued to read.

"Miss Ross began bobbing her head in a slow steady rhythm and as she did her big brown eyes were locked onto mine," she looked up at me. "That's a mistake her brown eyes locked into mine make it sound as if you have brown eyes, which you don't, you my dear have beautiful blue eyes."

'Oh, fuck me." I sighed.

"That's exactly what I'm doing!" she laughed, waving the story, "Well not yet, you don't fuck me until after I slobber all over my tits and you bring me to a..." she rolled her eyes "Screaming climax."

I stared at her helplessly and tossing the story onto the table in front of the couch, Miss Ross shook her head and said, "So Todd, you have anything to say for yourself?"

"Just..." I sighed, "Look Miss Ross."

"Call me Simone."

"Sure, go ahead, I mean after that story I figure you're pretty familiar with me so why not?"

"Well it would be kind of disrespectful."

She rolled her eyes, "But writing about tonguing my ass isn't?"

"I...I don't know what to say Miss...Simone. I...I was an idiot and sent the wrong story."

"I think the point here is that you wrote that story at all." She pointed out.

"I'm sorry and I'll get going now, I...I guess I'll see you in Mr. Robert's office on Monday."

"You're leaving?" she asked, "You have your hot teacher all to yourself wearing a playful little dress and reading dirty stories and you're going to leave," she sighed, "Guess you're all talk then."

I stared at her and couldn't help notice how fucking good she looked. Her legs were stretched out at an angle that had her feet dangling off the cushion right next to my legs and her skirt had ridden up to show even more of her thighs. And those tits! With her slouched the way she was they were pushed up even more. My eyes worked up to her face and she wasn't just smiling, she looked as if she were trying not to laugh. In an instant I realized what this was; she was fucking with me.

She'd had a good laugh reading the story and was getting a kick out of teasing and flirting before lowering the boom on me. She was getting a charge out of my being into her and having fun at my expense. I felt more humiliated than before, but the only good thing was seeing we were alone and she was laughing maybe she would let me off the hook with just making me feel stupid. I started to stand.

"I...I feel like an idiot," I said quietly, "And you're just making of me," I told her, "I know I deserve it, but I have to go."

"Todd, stop." She said, sitting up and putting her hand on my shoulder, "I want you to stay here, we need to talk about this."

"Talk about what?" I asked shaking my head, but staying seated, "The F you're going to give me?"