The Gym Teacher Ch. 01

Chapter One

Georgia

Mr. Douglas' fingers lace through my hair, holding me close as his cock throbs in my mouth. He moans quietly above me, looking anxiously between me on my knees hidden under his desk and the door to his classroom.

"Ah fuck Georgia..." he moans as he cums. I push his hand aside and back away so I don't have to swallow right now.

My hand wraps around his twitching cock and I pump it furiously, my tongue stuck out so drops of his hot cum land on the wet, pink flesh. I know Mr. Douglas loves this. I can see the light burning behind his eyes as his cum lands on his student's face.

If you'd have told me at the beginning of the school year I'd be where I am now, I never would have believed it. Six months ago, I couldn't even imagine myself kissing a guy. And I hated Mr. Douglas with a passion.

But circumstances have changed.

"Come home with me tonight," Mr. Douglas whispers, sinking back into his teacher's salary affordable ergonomic desk chair. "Please. My wife is out of town at a conference. We'll have the whole place you ourselves and I can properly fuck you."

I peek my head out from under the desk to make sure the coast is clear before climbing out from under. I sit on his lap for a moment, wiggling my ass against him. My skirt hardly covers it and his hands quickly reach around to caress the soft skin of my thighs.

"And what if I don't actually want you to fuck me?" I ask, moving from his lap to his desk where I face him and spread my legs, giving him the slightest glimpse of my panties under the skirt. Of course, his eyes land there and I hear another audible groan.

"You don't suck cock like that if you don't want to be fucked," he says, his hand reaching between my legs. "Especially when you get this wet."

I smirk at him as he fumbles with my clit through my panties. He barely manages to find it and when he actually does, the pressure from his thumb is so rough it's not even pleasing.

"I have to get home," I say, looking at the clock above the door. "Don't want anyone getting suspicious, do we?"

I push his hand away and hop off his desk to walk back to mine. School ended thirty minutes ago. Normally, I'd have been on the bus to head home at 2:15, but Mr. Douglas gave me "detention" so I've been on my knees with his cock in my mouth since 2:30.

Ever since I turned 18, things have been different for me. Sure, I might be the same girl in a lot of ways, but I've changed. I still like Stranger Things and Animal Crossing, but I also obsessively read monster smut books with an app-controlled vibrator in my pussy.

The truth is, Mr. Douglas could have been just about any man with a cock and I'd have gotten on my knees. He knows that as well as I do. Hell, that's why he started giving me detention to begin with. After Chris Stanton told the entire school about how I put out at a party a few months ago, I've attracted some attention.

Stanton didn't just say we hooked up, either. He told everyone everything. The rumors spread through every single clique and, to my surprise, through the faculty. Principal Rollins knows I suck dick just like Stanton does, and just like Mr. Douglas does. If I'm being candid, since the rumor broke, a lot more people have first hand accounts of what my mouth feels like.

The thing is, I'm not ashamed. My classmates would like me to be and the near constant bullying about how much of a slut I am reminds me of that fact. But I don't care. I've long learned to ignore those assholes and do what I want.

And if someone really pisses me off, I know that I can just fuck their dad. It's a powerful feeling.

I ignore Mr. Douglas as I grab my backpack, pause before walking out of the classroom to wipe the excess cum off my face and fling the tissue in the trash. I look over my shoulder briefly and wave before heading home.

Mr. Douglas doesn't strike me as the most experienced and incredible lover, but I have half a mind to go home with him. Sucking cock does turn me on, and even if he isn't the best, I know his cock is big and thick and that would feel great inside me. Maybe I could even take over and do all the work to make sure I get off.

But as I make the short walk home, I know I've made the right choice. Why settle for less when I have something even better living under my roof: Mr. Waltz. AKA, my mom's boyfriend.

Now, here comes the Nick Waltz biography, but I'll try to keep it brief. Born and raised in Tuscaloosa, Arizona... yada yada yada. Basically, he made it big in major league baseball for a few years then he got in a car accident that permanently damaged his shoulder. Now, he just watches baseball in his basement "man cave" and he works at my school as a gym teacher and baseball coach.

That might sound like kind of a tragic downgrade, but baseball is the pride and joy of my school. Hell, the entire town. With Nick's help, seven students were all chosen for top division colleges last year and plenty more are being scouted this year. We've won the national championship and every other school district within a fifty mile radius fears us.

He's actually impressive. For a gym teacher, anyway.

That's not even mentioning how hot he is. Like seriously good looking. Tan skin, broad shoulders, toned body, wavy brown hair, and dark eyes. Nearly every girl in my school (the straight ones, anyway) has had impure thoughts about him. It's a good thing this isn't Catholic school because if it were, we'd be given a shit ton of Hail Marys because of that man.

Nick met my mom, Isabel, at a parent teacher conference last year. This was before Chris Stanton when I was just another yearbook kid forging notes from Mrs. Potter to skip gym class and work on our editorials. Nick caught on and nearly flunked me out of PE. Yeah, straight A's my entire life and almost lost my perfect GPA over not wanting to do the Pacer Test.

But my mom convinced him to give me a chance, my D turned into an A, and as soon as school was out for the summer Nick was staying over at my house and eating my Cheerios in the morning.

It was hard to watch at first. I had a crush on him, and I knew it was kind of delusional, but I didn't want him to be with my mom. Nevermind the fact that he's a good guy, I was jealous of my mom. Yada yada, oedipus, daddy issues. I know. I'm a living, breathing stereotype.

But the thing about it, is I know Nick has heard the rumours about me. It would be impossible for him not to have heard. I'm 90% positive most of the male teachers have all gotten together to share stories about how to get in my pants and I'd be surprised if Nick hasn't caught onto those. Honestly, I want him to be in those chats. I want him to hear about the way Mr. Tesson bent me over his desk and fucked me. I want Nick to think he can do the same.

Because he can.

If Nick wanted to, he could come into my room tonight and I'd spread my legs for him in an instant without a second thought. Trust me, I know it's bad and I do feel guilty. That's my mom's boyfriend and my soon-to-be stepdad. It would destroy her. But I would fuck him without care.

Honestly, knowing he'd be cheating is kind of hot. I love the idea of sneaking around behind her back. Subtle touching, lingering glances, my hand on his bulge under the dinner table...

Just the thought of it now even makes me wet. I can't wait to get to my bedroom and lie back with a sex toy and get off.

When I get home I'm immediately met with the smell of pizza in the oven. I drop my bag by the door and kick off my shoes, heading toward the smell.

Mom works until 5 every day and Nick is usually at school going over baseball stuff, so this is somewhat surprising. But seeing Nick at the counter with a pizza cutter in hand and two plates set up on the counter, I'm glad he's here.

"You're later than usual," he says, his gaze only momentarily flicking toward me from the oven.

"Let me guess, cafeteria turkey wasn't to your liking?" I take a seat on a barstool at the kitchen island and fold my arms in front of me.

"You didn't answer my question."

"You didn't ask one."

He huffs and opens the oven, sliding the pizza onto the cardboard tray it came with. "Why were you late?"

He drops the pizza on the counter and stares at me, his brown eyes locked on mine. Seeing the look in his eyes sends a flutter through me. There's a darkness behind them that I can't decipher.

Would Nick actually want me as something more than just his potential future stepdaughter?

God, I hope so.

He's heard the rumours. I'm sure he knows why I was late. Does he want me to tell him? Should I say aloud that I was late because I was sucking another teacher's dick.

"Mr. Douglas gave me detention," I say, smirking at him as I lean forward on my elbows and stare into his eyes.

"Mr. Douglas?" Nick clears his throat and lets out a small exhale I assume must be out of frustration. "Why? What did you do?"

I lean back in the chair and smile. What is Nick getting at right now?

"Why do you care so much, Nick?" I ask.

He doesn't answer. Instead he looks down at the frozen pizza and searches through the drawers for a pizza cutter. He doesn't find it right away. That's no fault of his, he hasn't been living here long and my mom has a strange storage system.

I hop out of the chair and walk around the counter to help. Nick doesn't move from his spot as he watches me. I take advantage of the opportunity and move closer, sliding between Nick and the kitchen island to get to the drawer I need.

Nick's body stiffens as I brush against him. I move slowly as I open the drawer, backing up ever so slightly so my body collides with his. I hear him gasp, but he doesn't move.

I close my eyes while I fumble in the drawer for the pizza cutter, savoring the way his body feels against mine.

"Here it is," I whisper, arching my back so my ass presses against his groin before turning around and staring up at him.

His eyes meet mine and I see the desire in them. I see how he wonders what Mr. Douglas wanted with me. How he thinks about what I did with him after school.

He opens his mouth like he wants to speak but he can't. Whatever he wanted to say, he holds it back.

"I'm exhausted," I say, still not moving away from him. "I think I'm gonna go take a nap. Wake me up for dinner?"

Before he says anything, I toss my arms around his neck and hug him. His body tenses and he stutters for a moment before hugging me back, his arms wrapping around my waist.

When he holds me, I press my entire body against his, loving every hard muscle contracting against me. As I lean my hips against him, I feel his cock stirring in his jeans and I can't help the small gasp I make. A jolt of excitement races through my veins and I have half a mind to get on my knees for him right now.

I eventually decide to pull away, looking down briefly at his groin to see a bulge forming behind his zipper. I know he's going to jerk off later thinking about me and the thought of it makes my pussy ache.

"See you later," I say, eyes flitting back to his with a smile.

I feel his eyes on me as I walk away and I know he's staring at my ass in this skirt. Before I leave the room, I look over my shoulder and catch him. I lick my lips as I make my way to my room.

I leave the door cracked open while I slip out of my skirt and collapse in bed. If Nick is watching, let's give him a show. I have my fair share of sex toys, so I grab my favorite vibrating dildo and turn it on.

It's about 8 inches long, thick with protruding veins and it has a motor inside that makes it thrust inside me. A suction cup and remote control allow me to get off completely hands free.

I start by teasing my clit with the head, turning on the vibrator and brushing it along my already wet folds.

"Mmm..." I moan, not bothering to be quiet. Nick is less than fifty feet away from me right now, and I'm sure soon enough he'll realize what I'm up to.

Is there a part of me that wants him to burst into the room and ravage me? Absolutely. But realistically that won't happen. At least, not right now.

The dildo is coated with my juices in no time and I bite my lip as I position myself on the bed with my legs spread apart and attach the suction cup to the wall. I press a button on the remote and lean my head against the bed as the silicone cock slides inside me.

"Ah fuck!" I cry out, breathing heavily as it slowly fills my pussy. "Mmm... that feels so good..."

With every slow thrust in and out my moans quicken and I feel the ecstasy growing in my body. I click a button on the remote and quicken the pace, scooting down to take more of the cock inside me.

"Oh fuck yes, fill me up!" I cry, slapping a hand over my mouth as I whimper uncontrollably, my entire body twitching as I get closer to orgasming.

A creak outside my door catches my attention and I turn to see Nick's shadow standing behind it. I bite my lip and look away, excited to know he's on the other side of the door just listening to me get off.

I buck my hips wildly as the dildo works its magic. "Oh God yes! I'm gonna cum..."

My entire body shakes and I cry out, still through my fingers as if I'm trying to be quiet and keep Nick from hearing. More creaking outside the door catches my attention and I briefly look over, seeing how the light through the crack is almost entirely obscured. Like Nick is standing there, silhouetted in front of the hall light.

He's watching me masturbate and it's so fucking hot.

"Oh my God!" I scream, lifting my shirt up to rub my hands over my nipples as an orgasm ripples through my body. "It feels so fucking good, yes..."

I keep going like that on and on as the cock thrusts in and out. I press the button to increase the speeds, intensifying every sensation as my pussy throbs around the dildo.

When I finally come down, I turn it off and wiggle my hips against the cock before sliding off of it. It's dripping wet with my juices and I grab it from the wall, lying back and brushing the soaked dildo against my clit to tease it while Nick continues watching from the doorway.

I look directly at him and smile, still teasing my clit. He lingers for a moment before walking away. When he's gone, I stop, standing up and gathering my things to hop in the shower.

Maybe getting Nick to give in and fuck me won't be that hard after all.