Sxcapades

The Teacher’s Lounge
© Sxcapades

I got in such trouble in algebra class the other day. Algebra bores the hell out of me so I get distracted very easily. I sit in the back of the room next to Marc and Jon, the two class troublemakers.

The two of them were huddled over their desks, laughing about something and my curiosity got the best of me. I leaned over and asked Marc what he was looking at.

“You don’t want to see this,” he whispered.

“Yes, I do. Come on, let me see it.”

Marc looked up to make sure the teacher wasn’t looking and then passed me a magazine. It was a porn magazine, which didn’t surprise me coming from them, but when I looked at it I couldn’t believe what I saw. The pictures were of midgets having sex. Can you believe it?

Midgets.

There they were these naked, tiny people having sex with each other and with normal sized people. Well, now I know why Marc and Jon were laughing. I found it pretty funny too.

I got so engrossed in looking at the magazine that I didn’t notice Mr. Fields walking towards me. By the time I realized it, he was standing above me.

“Interesting reading Andrea?” I froze. I had been caught and there was no way for me to get out of it. I had to think quick.

“Uhm, I’m sorry Mr. Fields. It’s research for a term paper I’m writing for health class. We’re having sex education and I’m writing a paper on unusual sexual behavior. I realize I shouldn’t be doing this now, I’ll put it away.”

I might have gotten away with that answer if Marc and Jon hadn’t cracked up laughing. He looked at them, looked at me and then just held out his hand. I sheepishly handed the magazine to him.

“I’ll see you after class,” he said and walked back to his desk.

The bell rang, the rest of the class left, and I walked up to Mr. Fields’ desk.

“I’d expect something like this out of a boy, but Andrea, I’m really surprised at you.”

I was so embarrassed, I couldn’t say anything or even look at him. I just kept looking down without meeting his eyes. “I’m very sorry, sir.” I looked at his desk and saw that he was writing out a detention card.

“Where did you get the magazine?” He stared right at me as he asked.

I didn’t say anything… how could I?

Mr. Fields finished writing and handed me the card. “Since this is the first time you’ve gotten into trouble in my class Andrea, you’re only getting one day’s detention. You’ll report back here rather than the detention office after school today.”

“But I have cheerleading practice after school today,” I whined.

“What time is it finished?” he asked.

“About four thirty.”

“Then I’ll meet you at four thirty - Don’t forget and don’t be late,” he said. “Now get out of here.”

Defeated, I walked out of the classroom and I was really upset until I saw Jon and Marc waiting for me in the hall.

Jon said, “I bet he takes that magazine home and jerks off to it.”
We all cracked up laughing. “Thanks for not ratting us out Andrea,” he said. “You’re O.K. for a rah-rah cheerleader.”

“No problem,” I said. “But I can’t believe I have detention. I’ve never had detention before.”

“It’s no big deal,” said Marc. “You just go into the classroom, hand the teacher your card to check in and then you sit there for 2 hours.”

“You just sit there the whole time?”

“You’re allowed to do your homework, but you can’t talk to anyone. It’s nothing, don’t worry about it. We’ll catch ya later”, he said as they went into their next class.

My next class was lunch and I went to the cafeteria to find the rest of the cheerleading squad.

I was in a crappy mood for the rest of the day. After cheer leading practice, I didn’t even bother to change, I just went straight to Mr. Fields’ classroom.

When I got there, Mr. Fields said that he was on his way to the Teacher’s Lounge and that I should come along with him. Once we got there, he asked me to sit on the over stuffed couch as he pulled up a chair directly in front of me.

I sat down in my short cheer leader outfit… trying to get myself as comfortable as I could while sitting in front of Mr. Fields wearing a short skirt. The problem was that I had sat in a hole or something because my butt was down and my knees were higher… giving Mr. Fields a bird’s eye view of my “goodie pack”.

As he started to talk to me about proper classroom behavior, his eyes continued to glance at my crotch. I was beginning to wonder if maybe I wasn’t covered properly or something.

Mr. Fields wasn’t a bad looking guy, but I had never really taken much interest in him one way or another. I guess I was a little turned on though, wondering what was going through his mind as he looked between my legs.

Mr. Fields reached over and laid both hands on top of my legs.

“What are you doing?” I whispered sternly. This was the last thing I needed!

Then he started softly stroking my thigh. “Stop that,” I hissed.

“Didn’t you wonder why I asked you to come here rather than the detention hall with the other students?” he asked as he looked up at me with a devilish grin.

I couldn’t help but smile and was curious where this would lead.

I didn’t have to wonder long as he slowly moved his hands from my thigh to my panties.

I looked up to his eyes and he looked back up at me, put his finger to his lips and motioned me to shhh.

I knew I should have stopped him, but the whole idea of what we were doing was getting me very excited. I maneuvered myself and spread my legs so he was able to get better access. His hand rested right over my pussy and I felt myself getting hot. I’m sure he felt it too because he looked up at me with a big smile. He kept rubbing lightly and then after a while started to apply more pressure. I buried my face in my hands and stifled a soft moan. I slid down the chair and pushed myself against his hand. I know he could see and feel my wetness seeping onto my panties.

I kept looking around, at the door and the windows, making sure that no one was looking at us, but by now, everyone had gone home a long time ago.

Sliding his hand off my pussy, his fingers started to make their way under my panties. I gasped quietly, but didn’t stop him. Slowly, he pulled the panties to the side with one hand and inched his other hand in through the leg opening and felt my smoothness. He softly rubbed the outside of my pussy and it was driving me crazy. I was getting wetter and my pussy, having a mind of its own, invited him in by slightly opening up. He took the invitation and slid his finger along my slit, lightly grazing my clit as he did.

I couldn’t make a sound, since I was afraid that someone hear and come in and find out what we were doing. Having to stay quiet and the thought of getting caught was adding to my excitement and my pussy was dripping wet.

Mr. Fields slid his finger deep into my hole. My pussy contracted around his finger as I fought not to make a sound. He slid his finger out and started rubbing my juices along my clit. My body shuddered with a small orgasm and I felt the wetness run out of my pussy. He kept playing with my clit until I whispered, “ no, not there, I’ll cry out.”

Thank God he understood that I wouldn’t be able to contain myself and moved his finger back inside me. He was finger fucking me slowly and it felt wonderful. I was feeling soft orgasmic waves running through me and his hand was catching my pussy juice as it ran out. Then he stuck another finger in. I gasped as my pussy grabbed his fingers tight. He started moving faster, fingering me harder and I knew I couldn’t last much longer. I bent my head down to my chest, put my hand over my mouth and managed to muffle the sound as my body shook with pleasure.

Mr. Fields slowly slid his fingers out of me and brought his hand up to my mouth. I opened my mouth and sucked his fingers, tasting myself. Looking over, I couldn’t help notice the huge bulge in Mr. Fields’ pants. I whispered to him, “you better hope that goes down, before you get up to leave.”

He looked at the clock and smiled, “I’ve got a lot of papers to grade… I’ll be alright. But you could always take care of this for me.”

I thought about it for just a split second, but politely declined.

When I was finally dismissed, I grabbed my books and got out of there as fast as I could. I knew Mr. Fields would try and convince me to continue our fun and I couldn’t. As excited by him as I was, Mr. Fields is not the type of guy I could play around with… not to mention that he’s my teacher.

In the meanwhile, I have often fantasized what might have happened had I decided to satisfy Mr. Field’s cardinal lust.