CHAPTER 01: TENNIS & THE TEASE
*Editor's Note*: The Lesson is a story comprised of two parts. The first part contains 4 chapters. These chapters are best read in sequence.
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Looking back on my senior year in high school, I can honestly say it was one of the best times in my life. I had just turned 18 and I was longing for my freedom, especially sexually. I had acted on my attraction with women, thanks to my friend Jade, who was quite satisfying to all my desires. Now, I was eager to act on my attraction to older men.
As a senior, I was concerned with taking my required classes and then getting the Hell out of that place forever. One of the classes I was required to take, and had put off until then, was Health Education. I had heard all about the videos of women giving birth, the display of prophylactics, and the discussion about proper names for genitalia, from my friend Jade who had already taken the class. Though I wasn't the most sexually experienced, by definition I was still a virgin, I felt there was little for me to learn.
But, in order to understand, I have to travel back to my junior year where I met my future instructor for Health Education. I was waiting for Jade to finish making up a test when I first took a good look at the man behind the teacher's desk. I was immediately attracted. He was in his early 30s, with short, brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. His athletic figure was accentuated by his height, which I guessed was around 6'4". There was a golden brown tan all over the visible parts of his body, and I figured he had obtained it from coaching the girls and boys' tennis teams all spring. He had a reputation for being friendly with the students so it didn't surprise me at all when he turned to Jade and asked, "So who's your cute friend?"
Jade looked up from her test with a grin and told him my name. He came over to me and extended his hand. I didn't notice a wedding band. "I'm Mr. Stevens," he smiled revealing his dimples. I shook his hand and returned the smile. There was a long awkward pause. I wondered if Jade was deliberately taking extra time on her test to "acquaint" the two of us. She could probably tell from the expression on my face that I wanted to get to know Mr. Stevens better.
Finally, after staring at me for a few minutes, Mr. Stevens spoke. "I don't think I've ever seen you in one of my classes. Surely you've taken it by now."
"Actually, I haven't..."
"Why not?" he inquired.
I tried to think of an appropriate answer to that question. I could only come up with the truth. "I felt like it wasn't really going to teach me anything I didn't already know, so I put it off as long as I could." I realized how arrogant that sounded and felt myself blushing.
He noticed this and gave me a sly grin. "I think I understand. So does that mean you'll be gracing us with your sexual knowledge next year?"
I nodded still blushing and not sure what else to do. Thankfully, Jade stood up and handed him her test. We started to walk away when Mr. Stevens turned to me and said, "Oh! By the way, Nikki, there's ALWAYS something you can learn about sex."
"I'm sure you'll teach me everything I need to know," I teased. I wasn't sure if his remark was supposed to embarrass me or be seductive, but I think I managed to save face. As Jade and I walked down the hallway, I briefly glanced over my shoulder and saw Mr. Stevens staring after us. I probably flattered myself in thinking we had turned him on, but I entertained myself with the thought that he would masturbate thinking of me.
The remainder of our junior year, Jade missed a few more days of school and had to visit Mr. Stevens' room to do makeup assignments. I always went with her since I drove her home. Occasionally I drove her to orgasms, too, but that is another story.
During each of these after school visits, Mr. Stevens and I exchanged flirtatious remarks and became quite friendly. I discovered we had similar tastes, which made me like him even more. By the end of the year, he was letting me call him by his first name, Greg. I even went to a couple of the tennis practices he held that summer. I would watch as he instructed cute girls on how to improve their swing. He would take a racquet, hitting a few balls to demonstrate, and I would check out his incredible arms as he started to work up a sweat.
During the last practice of the summer, Greg became more brazen in his conduct with the players. I watched as he slipped a hand across a popular blonde girl's bottom, as his other arm brushed past her breast. His coaching efforts were up close and personal, and I witnessed him starting to get a hard-on. I stayed after all the players were gone, as I often did. This time I was hoping to get a closer look at his erection. Noticing I was still there, he walked over to me. "What are you still doing here, Nik?" That had become his familiar nickname for me.
"I was hoping you could maybe teach me a little bit about tennis even though I'm not on the team," I quickly remarked. It was a nice save. He seemed a little surprised by my sudden interest, but he grabbed a racquet and we walked back over to the court. In terms of tennis, we weren't even in the same league. I could swing decent enough to actually hit the balls, but it wasn't at all difficult for me to appear in need of instruction.
"Have you ever done this before?" he quickly asked me.
"Oh, I can hit the ball over the net, but I miss more than I'd like to," I complained.
"Well, then let me show you how to improve your swing so you get accuracy," He started to instruct. "Most importantly, just keep your eye on the ball."
As he said this, I nodded my head pretending to absorb his words. I was actually keeping my eyes on the area where his balls were. I noticed his dick was still partially erect from feeling the blonde girl up. I hoped I could make him even harder. Positioning myself so that I was slightly leaning back against him, I felt his cock pushing against my butt. I rubbed against it as I imitated his swing. I could feel it stiffen even more. In my skimpy tank top, I'm sure he was aware how much he turned me on. My nipples were poking out, one of them rubbing against his arm, which he had around my waist. He leaned in closer to me and I could feel him breathing on my neck. In the heat of the summer day, I started to perspire. I wanted to strip all of my clothes off and have him fuck me right there on the tennis court. Mostly, I wanted to tease him until he felt the same desire.
"I think it really helps me to practice with you," I commented.
"Really?" he asked me, seemingly surprised.
"Oh yeah, definitely. You know, maybe it's your balls. They're so much nicer than the ones I'm used to," I teased suggestively.
"My balls...what?" he asked in disbelief, trying to grasp what I had just said.
"Your balls," I repeated, pausing for emphasis. I held up a tennis ball and squeezed it. "They're so firm. It really helps my game."
"Oh," he replied quietly. His face was turning crimson. "You know, maybe we should call it a day. I'm getting really hot and sweaty."
"You're probably right," I conceded. "I'm all wet, too." I rubbed a hand along my thigh. "You're even dripping a little bit," I wiped a bead of sweat off his cheek, running my finger down his neck behind his ear before I pulled my hand away.
I knew he was getting even harder with my teasing. He walked uncomfortably across the court to grab a towel. I followed him. He took a sip of bottled water and began to towel his face. The bulge in his thin shorts was beyond obvious. I made it no secret that I was staring at his erection. "When you're done can you towel me, please?" I asked innocently, still staring at his crotch. "I know I won't be able to get it all off the backs of my legs."
He crouched to his knees, and still trying to be cautious he said, "I'm going to try not to touch you anywhere that makes you uncomfortable."
"OK," I said, but I knew that I would have let him touch me anywhere. He started to rub the towel lightly up the backs of my legs. It felt so good I shivered despite the heat. He took a few steps back. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked carefully.
"No, no. It just felt REALLY good." I insisted "But, I'm still wet up here," I pointed to my inner thighs. I pulled my shorts inward towards my crotch so that he would be able to wipe me off without any obstructions. He looked slightly uncomfortable, but started to rub the insides of my legs, drying up the sweat. His hand slipped off the towel and touched my groin, only a few inches from my pussy. He left it there a moment, clearly battling with his conscience. I felt his hand move closer to my pussy, then slide back down my thigh. I felt a tingling in between my legs. He pulled away. "There, I think you're all dry," he said, standing up.
I was dry, alright. Everywhere but my pussy. But, I knew he wouldn't be very likely to go any further in broad daylight on school property. I hoped that would change if I got him alone somewhere else.
"I think what we both need is some ice cream," I suggested.
"Ice cream would be really good," he agreed. "We can go get some, and then I'll bring you back to get your car."
We both climbed into his green SUV. I decided to take advantage of my time alone with him to really push the envelope. "So, Greg, I was just curious. Are you seeing anybody?" He stared at me for a minute as he started the car.
"No," he finally admitted as he backed out. "Well, I was seeing a woman, but it just didn't work out. And now I end up spending a lot of time alone." I took "alone" to mean all of his sexual action was coming from his hand. That's when I decided to play my trump card. I reached over and put a hand on his leg. I had been practicing the words I would say for this moment.
"Remember when you said there was always something I could learn about sex? Well, maybe you can give me a demonstration." I gazed at his erection with a seductive look on my face. I saw the excited surprise in his eyes as he tried to fight the temptation of my offer. Was he going to pull over and drop his pants? I hoped. I rubbed his thigh for emphasis on the very real situation I had posed. We pulled into the McDonald's parking lot, and I was hoping for a lot more than an ice cream sundae. He looked at me for a long time. Finally, he opened the car door and stepped out. I followed him disappointedly.
"I have to go to the bathroom. Just get me a hot fudge sundae or something and I'll be right back," he told me as he quickly rushed off. I knew he was going to whack off and leave me horny and dripping wet. I stood in the line and ordered his sundae and a cone for myself. I had failed this time, but it would not happen again.
He reappeared shortly from the bathroom, slightly red-faced with a smile. I didn't say anything as I handed him his sundae. We left and got back into his SUV. The ride back to the school was filled with awkward silence. I licked and sucked my ice cream cone as if it were his cock. My arousal only got worse, and in my fervor, I noticed his erection had returned. Good, I thought to myself. If he was going to play hard to get, I was going to get him hard.
He pulled in the parking lot beside my car. I did not get out at first. I gazed at him longingly, and I know he felt the same desire. "Thanks for the ice cream, and the tennis lesson," I said as I started to open my door. The disappointment in my voice must have been obvious because he stopped and placed a hand on my shoulder. "You're welcome, Nik." He hesitated, "And... I'm really sorry. It's not you." I knew what he meant, but said nothing. Instead, I gave him a look of reluctant understanding before I stepped out, got into my car and drove away. If he was going to tease me, well, two could play at that game. One way or another I was going to break his resolve.
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CHAPTER 02: CLASSROOM CONDUCT
I didn't see Mr. Stevens again until the first day of classes in the fall. I had started taking birth control pills that summer to prepare for that moment. I was wearing a semi-short skirt with bare legs, thong sandals and no underwear. My shirt clung to my breasts and I could feel Greg's eyes focusing on them as I walked into the room. I noticed I was the first person there. "Hi, Greg," I greeted him.
"Hey Nik," he said in a friendly voice. "God, it seems like forever since I've seen you." I smiled and walked closer to where he was sitting behind his desk.
"I know it has. So don't I at least get a hug or something?" I asked playfully. He held out his arms. I put my arms around his neck and pushed myself hard against him so that my breasts were rubbing his chest. I knew he was getting aroused, and I walked away from him just as other students started coming in the room. I took a seat in the front row. After all, I wanted to be noticed.
Mr. Stevens started class and introduced himself, then began to go over the class roster and rules. I noticed he was trying to remain seated behind his desk for as long as possible. Had I already gotten him hard? I wondered. Finally, he stood up, his penis partially erect in his pants. It was only obvious if you were looking for it, which I was. "For this first class, I want to see what all of you already know about sex. Feel free to raise your hand and share something with us. Try to be mature about it, please, and don't give us any detailed stories." A couple guys grinned at each other as he said this last remark, and there was a murmur of conversation in the classroom. No one wanted to go first.
I raised my hand. "Alright, Nik...ki," he had started to call me by my special nickname in front of the class before quickly correcting himself.
"Well, I know that a guy has to get really turned on before he becomes hard. Then, he's able to slide his penis into a girl's vagina, because it gets really wet when she's turned on. That also makes it easier for him to go really fast and deep, and that makes him cum." He thought I was finished, but I continued. "Sometimes, people tease each other. Then both people become aroused and uncomfortable and have to masturbate if they don't get some kind of relief..." I was going to say more, but he stopped me by saying, "OK, Nikki... why don't we give someone else a chance." Some of the girls looked at me and blushed, some smiled knowingly. The guys were trying not to get turned on thinking about it, and some of them also smiled reminiscently. Greg went back and sat behind his desk again. I knew hearing me talk about it must have given him an erection and the teasing comment was intended to be a low blow. He tried to smile, but looked distracted. Eventually other students started raising their hands, offering their comments. Some of them were lewd and inappropriate. Others who knew nothing about sex had blank stares on their faces as they tried not to blush. Finally, the bell rang and class was dismissed.
My next class was a study hall, but I didn't really need to go since I was going to apply to be Greg's student aide during that time. Knowing this, I decided to wait until all the other students left. Greg was on his planning period for approximately the next hour, so I knew I'd have plenty of time to put my seduction into play. I acted like I was getting up to leave, and as I reached the door, I closed it and walked towards his desk. I sat down on the edge of it, hiking up my skirt just slightly so he might get a view of my panty-less pussy or at least more of my bare thighs.
"We need to talk," I said, as I put a hand on his shoulder. He looked surprised.
"W-w-what do you need to talk about?" he stammered. I had him squirming and I liked it. I decided to be as straightforward as possible with my next question. I paused a moment and saw him shift uncomfortably. His dick was hard and pressing against his pants. "I wanted you so bad this summer. You were hard then like you are right now. I even felt it on my butt when you were teaching me how to improve my tennis swing. Why didn't you want me then? Why didn't you fuck me?" He looked at me, his mouth slightly hanging open.
"Oh my God, Nik... I wanted you so bad," he started to speak slowly, then his words began to gush out. "I wanted to fuck you. I can't even describe what you do to me, my dick was so hard that day. I wanted to pull down your shorts on the tennis court and start licking your moist little pussy lips. Being that close to your thighs, it turned me on so much. My cock was throbbing and I considered at least shoving my fingers in your pussy. But, I just couldn't do it. My cock was trying to poke a hole in my pants by the time we got to McDonald's and I wanted you to suck me off at the very least. It took all my willpower not to pull my cock out and fuck you till you couldn't stand up. I wanted to..." I interrupted him.
"So, why didn't you?" I demanded. "I was standing there with my wet little pussy and you left me to go jerk off. What a waste." There was a slight tone of anger in my voice, which mostly resulted from the sexual frustration I felt. I moved off the desk and sat on his lap facing him. I could feel his hard prick pressing against my pussy. I was already getting wet. "Nik..." his gaze shifted to the door, as if he thought any minute someone would walk in. "I wanted to do all those things...but I thought it was wrong. Hell, even if you're willing, you could turn around and say I raped you. Anything. You're still a student, I see that shit on the news all the time. I don't want to go to jail. Besides, you could get pregnant." He was breathing heavy.
"But, I'm 18 and I'm on the pill," I protested. He seemed to reconsider, but didn't appear to be fully convinced. Finally, I decided to give him an offer he couldn't refuse which would set the stage for further seduction.
"If you don't want to do anything sexual to me, that's OK... but you've got me really turned on. I have to get off one way or another. I'm going to masturbate right here on your desk and you can watch, and I'll watch you at the same time. Deal?" I moved myself onto the desk, facing him, and lifted up my skirt revealing my freshly shaven pussy. I spread my legs apart, waiting for him to unzip his pants. He was staring at my pussy incredulously, trying to take it all in. It was as if he didn't believe this could be happening.
"Alright, I can't take it anymore!" he said louder than he meant to. "My cock's going to explode if I leave it in here any longer." He unzipped and unbuttoned his pants and pulled his underwear down. His dick sprang up, no longer restrained. It looked so hard, I wanted to slide up and down on it until it erupted inside of me. My pussy was dripping now. His cock was not huge, but compared to all the others I'd seen in my limited experience, it looked big. He was about 7 inches and fairly thick. I spread my legs further as if to accommodate.
Both of us sat there for a moment observing each other. I stuck two fingers into my pussy and used my index finger to rub my clit. He was watching me intently. He took his shaft in his hand and began to stroke it upwards quickly, stopping to play with his balls and rub the head occasionally. I was rubbing my clit in rhythm, making tiny moaning sounds, and a little cum puddle was forming under me on the desk. I could tell he hadn't been this close to a woman for a while because I was barely nearing my climax when he moaned and shot two bursts of cum at my thigh. I felt the warmth on my leg, and finally a warm feeling erupted over my whole body. I let out a loud moan and a huge puddle of cum appeared beneath me. I felt my pussy clamping down on my fingers. As I started to come down from my orgasm, I looked at Greg's cock and noticed it was still hard. Tiny drops of cum were still oozing out the tip.
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