Teach
By A.J. Brown
Student gets more help than he expected from his teacher


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Mason scrolled down on the Yahoo home page. He couldn't believe it when he saw
another one. It was an article about yet another high-school teacher who had
was about to lose her job for having sex with one of her 18-year-old students.
He had been seeing a lot of these articles lately and instead of him just
getting used to it, he was getting more and more shocked with every one that
he saw, just because of the frequency of them.

Mason was an 18-year-old high school senior himself and he couldn't even
fathom how these hook-ups were happening. Who was the one taking the
initiative? He couldn't imagine a teacher risking losing their job just to
propose sex to a student. But it was also difficult for him to picture a
student coming on to one of these teachers. How would they get in a one-on-one
situation with the teacher where they could even broach the subject, and if
they were doing it, it seemed to him like there would be a larger number of
students getting in trouble for it than there would teachers getting busted
for going through with it.

What also amazed him about these articles was that it was ALWAYS a female
teacher and a male student - and the teacher was always hot! It was the same
in the article he was looking at right then. The teacher was a hot blonde, a
32-year-old woman who if she was walking around his school EVERY GUY in the
senior class would be talking about her. There was no picture of the student
she slept with, of course, but he couldn't figure out why a hot woman like
that would be interested in an 18-year-old high school student. Mason thought
about the guys in his class. Some of them still had acne that hadn't gone away
and a couple of them still had braces even. Even the best looking guys in the
class weren't nearly good enough for a sexy woman like her - so why were these
women doing it?

Mason was a curious guy. He had seen so many articles about this going on
across the country that he wondered if there was anything like it going on in
his school. He thought about it a bit and he thought of one scenario where it
was possible - definitely very possible.

His French teacher, Miss Riggs, was in her early thirties and she was hot. She
was in her early thirties and would normally dress in a way that showed off
how hot she was, the best that she could anyway. When she wore dresses they
were normally tight enough to show off her big boobs and her nice butt. She'd
also wear dresses and skirts that were short that showed off her nice legs.
She wore open-toed shoes a lot that and her feet always looked like they were
well-pedicured.

Jeff Green was Mason's fellow 18-year-old high-school senior who he would have
thought was banging Miss Riggs. He wasn't a great looking guy or anything but
he was always very flirty and Mason had always noticed him being flirty with
Miss Riggs. Mason had always just figured that was just him trying to be the
class clown and maybe even a bit of a kiss-ass but he never thought before
that the two of them may have been screwing.

But now that he thought about it and put the two and two together it made
sense. Jeff would bust her chops a lot but he would also discreetly compliment
her looks and, thinking about it more, Mason thought that Miss Riggs actually
gave signs like she appreciated those compliments. Mason smiled a bit as he
thought about that. The next time he was in French class, he was going to
observe how the two interacted and see if he noticed anything between them.
Most students saw Mason as just kind of the shy, quiet kid but most of them
didn't realize just how much he observed about his classmates. Mason got to
school the next morning and was eager about French class.

"Hi Mason," he heard a quiet female voice say when he was walking down the
hallway.

He looked to see who had said it - it was his mythology teacher, Mrs.
Connolly. She had said it very softly and she was already looking at the
ground and walking on before he could respond. If there was one thing that
Mason knew about Mrs. Connolly it was that she definitely wasn't having sexy
with any students.

Mrs. Connolly was a 38-year-old, soft-spoken teacher who was the complete
opposite of Miss Riggs. She was somewhat tall for a woman, standing at about
5'8, and she was thin. She never wore dresses and always wore dress pants
instead. She normally wore a sports coat up top and she never wore anything
the least bit revealing. Mason didn't even think that he had ever seen her
wearing shoes that exposed her feet before like Miss Riggs always did.

Mrs. Connolly was serious when she did her lectures. She spoke softly when she
taught and was very monotone when she spoke in from of the class. Despite
that, she spoke confidently and she sounded very intelligent when she spoke so
she still had the respect of all of her students. They were only a couple of
weeks into the second semester and the class had just started then but Mason
had had her in the past for other another English class and she had taught the
same way. Her class wasn't fun like Miss Riggs' was but Mason still liked it.

And although it wasn't something other students were probably thinking, Mason
thought that Mrs. Connolly was attractive. Despite her business attire that
she always dressed in, she had long, brown hair and a shy, innocent looking
face that Mason would have described as 'beautiful'. She was just a quiet
woman that was still friendly and she was very nice and Mason found that very
attractive about her.

Her attire, her seriousness, and her overall maturity were a few of the main
reasons that Mason knew that she wasn't having sex with any students, but the
fact that she was married with a family was a big part of it as well. Her
husband was a well-respected doctor in the area who was obviously very
wealthy. Mrs. Connolly wore a big diamond ring and she drove a BMW. The
curious Mason actually did a little digging on the internet one time and saw
that they lived in a very wealthy neighborhood. They also had two kids that
went to a different high-school.

Mason got into French class that day and he was interested to see Jeff and
Miss Riggs interact. It figured that Jeff wasn't in class that day. Mason had
kind of forgotten about it by the next class but once class started he
definitely noticed some flirting between the two of them. But then the next
class he didn't really notice it at all. He was very curious and a week or so
later he decided he was going to investigate it a bit further.

"Hey," he said to his buddy Colin when they were in the halls when French
class was over. "You think Green and Miss Riggs are banging?"

"What??" Colin said and he looked at Mason in a way that made him embarrassed
that he asked the question.

"I don't know, man," Mason said trying to sound like he had the inside scoop.
"Seeing lots of teachers in the news having sex with their students. Just the
way they act to each other - kind of seems like it could be."

"I guarantee you they aren't."

"I mean you don't know for sure."

"Yeah, I do know for sure - Green is gay." Now Mason was completely thrown for
a loop. Jeff Green had always been a flirt and Mason knew that he had at least
one girlfriend - Jen Stickles. And she was hot.

"Nah dude," Mason said. "He dated Holly Stickles recently."

"Dated her. They were gonna fuck and he couldn't get it up - cuz he's a homo.
Had gay butt sex with some dude from Clinton. That's why he's always so flirty
with girls - he's so confident in himself since he doesn't have any insecurity
talking to girls at all - cuz he's not interested in them."

Colin raised his eyebrows and he walked away. Mason's mind was blown. But out
of all of Mason's friends, Colin was more 'popular' and more in the 'in-crowd'
than any of them so Mason knew he was telling the truth. It just blew his
mind. He never, ever would have guessed that. He figured it might be time he
take a break from trying to think he knew stuff about people - he felt like he
didn't know anything right then.

Later on that day he went to mythology class. Mrs. Connolly was there wearing
a grey business suit, looking extremely professional as always. They were
going to be getting their first tests back of the semester. Since he was a
second semester senior, Mason hadn't prepared for the test as much as he may
have in the past, but he still had paid attention during the lectures and
assumed that he did fairly well.

Mrs. Connolly walked over to him with that plain look that she normally had on
her beautiful face and she put his test down on his desk in front of him. It
did not feel good when he saw that he got a 68. All of the colleges that he
applied to were going to make their decisions long before any of Mason's
second semester grades came out. But he had still made at least the honor roll
every quarter that he had been in high school. It was a streak that he was
proud of and he didn't want to lose it at the very end of his high school
career.

"As a whole, you all did very well," Mrs. Connolly said once she was done
handing back the papers. "The class average on this test was an 84 - keep up
the good work."

Hearing Mrs. Connolly say that made Mason feel even worse about his score. It
meant that not only did most of the students do well on something that he
wasn't able to but he also brought the class average down. It made him feel
bad and he didn't want Mrs. Connolly to think less of him because of it. He
respected her as a teacher and he wanted her to respect him as a student.

He decided that he was going to ask her if he could stay after school one day
and get a little help with it. That wasn't something he was used to doing as
he normally just preferred to study on his own. But looking through the test,
he was surprised that he lost points for a lot of the things that he did so he
wanted to understand it better. He also figured that asking for that would
make her more likely to be a bit more lenient with him the next time that she
did her grading. When class was over he approached her sitting at her desk in
her grey suit with her black shoes on, and her legs crossed.

"Hey bud!" she said when he walked up to her and all of the other students
from the class were on their way out the door or already out. She spoke a bit
louder and with a bit more energy than she normally did. She was such a nice
woman.

"Hi," he said and he was surprised that he felt a bit bashful just talking to
his teacher. "Sorry that I didn't do so well on that test. I prepared for it.
Thought I had it all down. I definitely thought that I did better than that."

"No worries. It happens. You'll do better on the next one."

"I hope so. I want to make sure I do, though." He hoped he didn't sound like
he was being a kiss-ass. He was looking for help and not sympathy - at least
for the most part. "Any chance I could stay after school with you at some
point and just go over this test? Just want to figure out what I did wrong so
I'm more prepared for next time."

"Sure!" she said. Her tone sounded enthusiastic about helping him, though she
did sound a bit surprised by the request. "You can stay after today if you
want." She definitely seemed more laid back and had more personality in her
voice now that she wasn't teaching in front of a class.

"Alright, great. I'll be here right after school. Right here?" She confirmed
that they'd meet there.

The end of the school day came and Mason showed up at Mrs. Connolly's
classroom. The door was closed and he wondered if she forgot. He wouldn't have
minded if she did. After the initial sticker shock of the bad grade wore off,
he also started to think that he'd do just fine next time and there wasn't a
need to stay after class just for this. And even if he didn't it didn't really
matter - he still passed. He'd rather be doing just about anything than
talking more about Mythology after school. But he had committed to being there
and he couldn't just not show up - that definitely wouldn't look good since it
was his request.

He opened the door and Mrs. Connolly was in there, sitting there wearing her
grey suit with the black shoes. But she wasn't sitting at her desk. She had
set up in the corner of the room, the one along the same wall that the door he
was on, but down the other side, so it was the last corner you saw when you
walked in, and you wouldn't notice it at a quick glance.

"Hey Mason," she said, and now she spoke more softly like she normally did.
"Go ahead and close that door. I don't know how often you stay after school
but there's plenty of - well let's just say there are plenty of loud students
that stay after that can be pretty noisy. Can definitely be distracting."

He closed the door like she asked and made his way back to where she was
sitting. She looked at him and the look on her face was of a teacher that just
wanted to help him learn. It made him feel good about his decision to stay
after. He smiled at her and she didn't smile back. She was always professional
like that. He had a seat and pulled out his books.

"So how do you want to do this?" he asked her. "Want me to just start going
over the ones that I got wrong and explain what my thought process was? Then
you can correct me when needed?"

"That works," she said.

The way she said it, it sounded like she didn't really think it was a good
idea. But he figured it would have been awkward to suggest that she might want
to do it another way. So he got to the first one he got wrong and started
talking through it. She looked at him and now she didn't look like she was too
interested in what he was saying. She clearly didn't like the idea. He wished
she would have just told him that but he kept talking anyway.

"OK, we really don't have that much time here," she cut him off and said and
there was something about her tone that didn't have that same professional
sound to it that it usually did. "We're going to have to move this along -
we're in a classroom after all. Pull down your pants."

"W-what?"

"Come on. I've been teaching here for a long time. Never once had a second
semester senior asked me to stay after school for help reviewing a test. I
know how you guys work. You're looking to score with the teacher. Well you
picked the right one - yes I'm interested. Now pull down your pants."

Never being the kind of person that had a whole lot of self-confidence in
himself, Mason often gave in to peer pressure. And the way Mrs. Connolly was
looking into his eyes right then after saying all of that, she didn't look
like a 38-year-old teacher at all. Her eyes looked pretty and just talking the
way she was made her seem a lot younger. He felt like this was just another
peer who was pressuring him to do something and was going to make him feel
like a loser if he didn't do it. And being afraid to pull down his pants in
front of an attractive female was something he didn't want to feel like a
loser about. Very nervously, he pulled down his jeans.

"Your boxer shorts too," she said a bit impatiently but sounding more like she
was just in a hurry because of the situation and not like she was being
impatient with him. "Seriously, we don't have much time."

He did what he was told again. He looked down and looked at how small his dick
was right then. He was often horny but being horny was the last thing he was
thinking about when he was getting ready to stay after school for Mythology
help and his nervousness about the situation he was suddenly in didn't help.
Mrs. Connolly looked down at his small dick, mainly like she was just
assessing the situation and not thinking less of him because of it. Then she
leaned forward and grabbed it.

Sitting right next to him, she started to jerk him off. Mason had only had one
hand-job in his life. It was from a classmate of his, Debra Nowicki. The two
of them had hooked up at a party after drinking and neither of them knew what
they were doing. Debra patted around at his dick and then pulled on it a
little bit. But she had no idea what to do and Mason didn't know how to help
her. There was nothing enjoyable about it, it was just awkward, and it was
awkward for the two of them seeing each other at school after that.

The only other person that had tugged on Mason's dick was himself, and he was
pretty good at it. But Mrs. Connolly was amazing. She showed no hesitation
about squeezing it hard, squeezing it in just the right places, and jerking
him off at the perfect pace. It hurt just a little bit because of the rate
that she was doing it at but that aggression felt so great that the pain
wasn't even noticeable. He felt completely at her mercy as she tugged away and
he loved it.

He took a moment to look back at her face - she sure was pretty. He could see
a twinkle in her eyes as she looked at him and calmly just continued to go
about her work. He could feel the cum building up in his dick as she tugged on
it some more. As much as he could feel it building up it didn't feel like he
was quite close to cumming. The way she was able to control it all so well,
his dick getting enormous, with so much buildup in there, without causing him
to cum was simply incredible. These older women certainly knew what they were
doing. He started to moan a bit and then she stopped.

"We can't really do much here," she said to him. It really intrigued him how
just like that she went from being an authority figure to him to just some
girl that was trying to get away with something with him. "We are in a
classroom. I got a hotel room. Feel like meeting me over there? Then we can
really have some fun." The invitation made him nervous for a few reasons. But
his dick was really hard. He was a horny 18-year-old guy but he had never felt
anything like this. He wanted more of her, badly.

"Yeah, OK. What were you gonna - what if ... "

"What if you turned me down?" she said with a chuckle. "I certainly hoped you
wouldn't. I knew damn well you didn't want to stay after school for schoolwork
help. But if I got denied I got a bottle of wine waiting there for me either
way. Would have gotten myself a dirty movie and still had some fun. Women my
age know how to entertain ourselves. Here's the hotel and room number. Meet me
there in an hour. I gotta get over there and I'll need a bit of time to get
ready. Now pull up your pants and get out of here. Probably not good for a
teacher to be alone in here with a student with the door closed for so long."

Mason did as he was told. Based on what she said he was a bit nervous walking
out the classroom door but no one was even in the hallway when he went out. He
killed some time before it was time for him to drive over to the hotel. He was
extremely horny and just excited overall. He definitely felt some nerves,
especially as the time got closer, but he still had a rock hard dick and was
craving some more time with Mrs. Connolly. He walked up to the hotel door and
knocked. When she opened it, she did it slowly, and all he saw at first was
her face.

"Glad you made it," she said.

She let him in but only opened the door enough for him to fit in. Once he got
inside, she closed the door behind him. She was no longer wearing the grey
suit with the black shoes. She was wearing far less clothing than that. Up top
she wore what Mason couldn't tell if it was a bra or a tank-top. Either way it
showed off plenty of skin. She wore an extremely short skirt and a pair of
very high-heels.

She had a seat on the bed, grabbed a glass of wine that she had on the
dresser, and took a sip. She had gone from being dressed professionally to now
being dressed like a stripper. At 38-years-old she didn't quite have the body
of a stripper - she was quite thin and her skin was pale. But for an
18-year-old horny guy who had already been teased a bit by how good of a
hand-job she could give, looking at her body was getting him plenty turned on.
He could feel his cock rapidly growing in his pants.

"I'd offer you some wine," she said. "But I don't need to risk you going home
with alcohol on your breath. Don't need to be taking any chances. So what do
you think? Do you want me?"

"Uh," he started to say, feeling so turned on that he couldn't really get any
words out at that moment. He just kind of nodded and she gave him a smile of
satisfaction. "Uh-huh."

"Take your clothes off," she said with a smile.

He felt a bit nervous about doing so at first. But then she started to do it
and she looked plenty comfortable as she did. So he wasn't going to not do it
and he felt a lot more comfortable that she was. He got all of his clothes off
and he looked at her naked body on the bed.

Seeing her naked reaffirmed that she was far from the most beautiful woman out
there. Her skin was pale everywhere. She didn't really have many curves in her
thin body. Her boobs were not very big at all. She was a taller woman, maybe
5'8, and her feet looked a bit bigger than average, probably a size 9. And her
38-year-old body had some wear on it - it certainly wasn't the body of a
21-year-old woman.

But he continued to look at her as she sat there on the bed. Her long,
beautiful brown hair. Her well-shaven pussy and her long legs. And she had a
seductive look on her beautiful face. She looked like she wanted him. And that
was plenty to excite the 18-year-old, inexperienced guy.

"Come here," she said to him and she put her arms out.

He got on the bed with her and they embraced. Then they started to kiss. She
was running her long fingers up his back and it felt amazing. He kissed her
lips then down her neck. As he moved his face down and kissed her small
breasts, she pushed his head down closer to her waist.

"Eat my pussy," she said to him softly and she spoke in a way that made him
want to do anything to please her. "I love that."

He didn't like that he did but he couldn't help but feel nervous as she gently
pushed the top of his head so his lips moved below her waist. This wasn't just
hooking up with Debra Nowicki. This was a 38-year-old woman who was
experienced and was his teacher - it was the real deal.

He could feel how wet her pussy was when he moved his face into it. He stuck
out his tongue and tasted her wet pussy. It tasted quite bitter and it wasn't
necessarily a bad taste but the strong taste of it made him uneasy. He knew
this should be every high-school senior's dream but he was feeling
uncomfortable at the pace it was moving.

"Mmm," she said, sounding satisfied but also sounded like she wanted more.
"Mmm."

It was strange for him hearing his teacher moan with sexual pleasure like
that. But he kept doing it and she gently pushed on the back of his head bring
his face in more. He could feel her wetness getting on more of his face. It
was getting hard for him to breathe and even though he heard her moan a couple
of more times he was just having a tough time getting into it.

He hated to admit it but he may not have been ready for what he had gotten
into. She then gently pushed on his forehead and pushed it out away from her
pussy. He could feel her fluids all around his face. She looked down at him
with a warm smile. He noticed his dick had gotten extremely small from him
being nervous.

"You don't like doing this, do you?" she said. He said nothing but he could
feel himself blushing. He knew she saw that. "You want to suck on my feet
instead? I like having my feet sucked on too."

Sucking on her pale, long feet didn't sound much more appealing to him and it
actually sounded like it would be a bit humiliating. But he didn't want to
disappoint her any further as he already felt bad that she had wanted him to
eat her out and he couldn't deliver.

She rubbed her bare foot down his back and it actually turned him on a little
bit. He sat up and saw her wiggle her toes, inviting him to come do the deed.
He started sucking on as many of her toes on her right foot that he could.
They tasted very fresh, actually, and like she took good care of them.

And there was something about sucking on her feet that really turned him on.
He couldn't pinpoint what it was but as he tasted her feet all over his taste
buds and felt the skin and bones of her foot and toes as well as her painted
toenails in his mouth, it was making his dick really get hard. He looked down
at Mrs. Connolly and could see that she was enjoying it as well.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," she said with her eyes closed as she fingered herself. "Mmm!"

She was really getting into fingering herself and that motivated him to get
even more into doing his job. He focused on just sucking on her big toe and
she moaned louder, looking like she was fingering herself more rapidly as
well. He sucked on her other toes one-by-one.

"Yeah!" she said with an extremely turned on and sexy sounding voice, her eyes
still closed. "Yeah baby, keep doing that!"

The 18-year-old was beyond excited that he was exciting this woman so much
that his dick was getting crazy hard and the feeling and taste of her foot in
his mouth was adding to that excitement. He didn't know why sucking on her
foot turned him on so much but it did. As she moaned louder, he took his mouth
off of her toes and ran his tongue up the arched sole of her foot.

"Oh God, that turned me on!" she said and she opened her eyes, now with an
extremely sexy look on her face. She looked at his face then looked at his
dick. "Wow, you got hard all of the sudden. You really like my feet, huh?
Looks like I've found out how to really satisfy you."

She smiled and then she took the two biggest toes of her right foot, wrapped
them around his dick, and squeezed. She slowly started to stroke his cock with
them. It felt amazing. It was almost better than the hand-job that she had
given him back in the classroom. There was something about the feeling of her
toes doing that as opposed to her hand which felt even better. It was just the
shape of them. And the squeeze just felt better too. Stroking his dick with
her toes was a slower process but it stretched it out more which made it even
better.

She started doing it more rapidly with her toes and he could feel his dick
getting hard as the cum built up in it. Having her get him hard like that with
her toes was sending tingles through his dick which made it feel so much
better than having it done any other way. He let out a couple of moans which
showed how submissive he was to her right then and she smiled.

She then took her toes off of his dick which caused him to get a look of
disappointment on his face. She responded by taking both of her feet and
wrapping them around his dick, him feeling the arches of her feet tightening
up around it. She then moved her feet up and down, giving him a foot-job with
them, and doing it more rapidly.

Feeling the arches of her feet squeeze up against his cock as she moved them
back and forth faster was making his cock get so excited. He was now moaning
frequently while she stayed calm but just did it faster. She kept it up for a
bit longer until his moans got pretty loud.

"You're a virgin, right?" she said.

"Yeah!" he said, not wanting to lie to her.

"Awesome! Fuck me now. I want to feel your virgin dick inside of me."

She took her feet off of his dick, kicked them out, and wrapped her long legs
around his sides. She pulled him in close, grabbed his hard dick, and guided
it right inside of her pussy. She squeezed her legs tighter around him and
forced his body back and forth to fuck her.

She moaned loudly as well as she was the one controlling everything, using her
legs to move him the way she wanted and at the pace that she wanted to. The
calm, collected look was starting to come off of her face as she was clearly
enjoying getting fucked hard. Mason was just trying his best to keep control
of his breathing as it was difficult for him to keep up with her.

His dick penetrated back and forth inside of her and the feeling of the cum
building up in there was making him moan again as she used her legs to thrust
him back and forth. He started breathing heavily as she kept controlling the
tempo. He could feel his forehead sweating.

"Ah!" she yelled loudly, almost like a squeal. Watching her do her lectures he
never could have pictured her having sex and enjoying it this much.
"Ah-ah-uh!"

He started to moan too as hearing her moan like that was really turning him
on. He could feel himself starting to cum inside of her. She then took the
bottom of her foot and pushed it right on his chest, pushing him out of her.
She took the same foot and finished him off with her two toes, him cumming
right in front of him and on the sheets.

She kept using her toes to stroke his cock until he was clearly all done. She
stroked it a couple of more times and then took her toes off of it. She smiled
at him and then motioned for him to lay down closer to her. He lay down right
next to her and the two cuddled up.

"That was pretty good, bud," she said to him.

"Thanks, Mrs. Connolly," he said and he felt embarrassed that he didn't know
what else to say.

"Jesus, we just fucked. Don't call me that. You can at least call me Mary."

"Sorry," he said.

He was still uncomfortable. She just looked at him and gave him a chuckle.
What had just happened was completely amazing and he didn't want to buzzkill
the situation. But he couldn't help but think about all of those teachers on
the news that he had seen get fired. He didn't want her to be next.

"So," he said. "Like you worried at all? About us getting caught for this?"

"Of course not. Only way we'd get caught is if you open your mouth bragging to
your friends or something. And I know you're not going to do that. I wouldn't
have done this if I thought you would."

"Yeah," he said.

He was glad she trusted him so much. They really didn't know each other that
well at all. But she was right that he wasn't the type that would go blabbing
to his friends about it. He liked that she was astute enough to realize that.
One of the many reasons he admired her.

"I mean if you ever did open your mouth," she continued and he sensed a bit of
a change in her tone. "I'd come find you and kick your ass so bad - would be
the biggest mistake you ever made." Mason thought that she couldn't be
serious. But she was talking in her matter-of-fact voice that she used in
class when she knew exactly what she was talking about.

"OK," he said thinking he would just blow off what she said. She cracked a bit
of a smile like she was challenging him to say more.

"Seriously," she said and she started to get up a little bit. "I'm a teacher.
You know how many fights I've had to break up over the years? I know a thing
or two about how to take down a high-school senior - especially a skinny one
like you." Mason didn't say anything. "You don't believe me?" Now she got up
on her knees. "Come on - get up. Let's see what you've got - see if you can
take me down."

If Mason's afternoon hadn't been unusual enough, it was certainly out of the
ordinary having a 38-year-old naked woman now on her knees telling him that
she could beat him up. In a way the thought of wrestling with her right there
turned him on a bit which was probably part of his motivation for getting up
on his knees like she said to accept her challenge. But more than anything, he
just wanted to prove her wrong. He had the ego of an 18-year-old guy. He
didn't want her to think for another second that she could take him and he
didn't want the thought to be in his mind either.

He went at her, grabbed her, and immediately discovered that this thin woman
was stronger than he looked. He tried to take her down and she just looked
right at him with a straight face showing that she thought she was at least as
strong as he was and that she wasn't going to let him take her down easily.

He tried harder to push her down and she countered with a level of strength
and speed that he was clearly not ready for. She moved behind him as he tried
to take her down, before he even realized what happened, and the next thing he
knew his arms were locked up behind his back with her arms.

Her arms were thin but they felt incredibly strong as they held his behind his
back. He couldn't pull his arms free and he couldn't even move them. She
definitely weighed less than he did but she was able to use her bodyweight to
keep him on his knees so he couldn't even come close to getting up as he
tried.

He could then feel her naked body pushing into his and trying to push him down
flat on his face. He resisted but the more he resisted the more it hurt. He
wasn't sure that she was stronger than he was but she definitely knew how to
use her strength better than he did.

Mason wondered how hard she had even been trying to keep him down at first
when she suddenly pushed all of her weight into him and forced him flat on his
face. It seemed for her like it was nothing but it felt like plenty to him.
Even though it was a bed that his face got flattened into, it still hurt
plenty with the amount of force she did it with.

He could feel her light but strong body holding him down and pushing it into
the bed even harder. He had never been physically overmatched to this extent
before and it made him feel completely helpless. It wasn't just that she was
beating him but he could barely move. It definitely made him fear her.

While still smothering him, she managed to get a hold of his arm and jack it
up behind his back. Once again, she knew exactly how to control it so he
couldn't resist. It was extremely painful as she put more pressure on it,
jacking it up his back more, and he started to whine.

"Ow, ow, ah! OK, OK, please stop!" She let go of him and got off of him. He
sat up with his arm still hurting. He looked at her naked body and after being
physically dominated like that, he knew for sure that he didn't want to mess
with her.

"So I can trust that you're going to keep your mouth shut about this, right?"
she said.

"Yes, definitely," he said seriously. She chuckled.

"Alright bud, get dressed," she said. She started putting her clothes back on
and the look on her face made it seem like the whole thing was nothing to her.
But it was plenty to him. He got dressed feeling good about himself. He felt a
little awkward when they were both dressed and he didn't know what to say.

"Come here," she said. She brought him close to her and kissed him. She then
slipped him the tongue and the two made out for a bit. She tasted so sweet.

"Alright, get out of here," she said with a smile. "I don't want mommy and
daddy wondering where you are."

He went into school the next day completely feeling like the man. He knew that
he couldn't tell anyone what he had done but he knew what he had done and that
was good enough to make him realize that he was a lot cooler than any of the
other students. But when it came time to go to Mrs. Connolly's class he was
nervous. How were they going to act towards each other? And he was afraid that
he'd act in a way that would be a clue to anyone else what had happened. Even
a brief smile to her might do that. So when he walked in the classroom, he
walked straight to his desk with his face looking at the ground.

"Hi Mason," he heard Mrs. Connolly say to him as he walked by her desk. She
spoke in the same soft, sweet voice she always did when she said 'hi' to him.
He looked up at her.

"Oh, hey," he said. He almost called her 'Mary' by accident but then caught
himself and didn't call her anything. She had the same look on her face she
always did. No one would have known the difference.

Class began. Mrs. Connolly was wearing a dark grey sweater, a black pair of
pants, and a black pair of shoes. Her long brown hair went down her back and
over her shoulders a bit in the front. She was so beautiful. She began the
lecture and taught with the same soft voice that she always had. Mason never,
ever would have guessed.

A couple of weeks went by and by that point Mason was going to school feeling
like nothing had happened. There had been no correspondence between him and
Mrs. Connolly that was different than before. His confidence that he had going
to school feeling like he was cooler than everyone for what he had done had
gone away too. He was just a quiet, average student at school. He missed that
good feeling he had felt but he supposed good things could only last so long.
They had had their next test in Mrs. Connolly's class. She approached Mason's
desk and set his paper on it - he got an 87.

"Much better this time," she said to him. "Good work. Let me know if you ever
want more help."

She walked away and continued passing back the tests to the rest of the
students in the class. Mason couldn't help but smile. He was pretty sure he'd
be seeing her again for additional help.

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