Fuck, she's hot, I thought to myself while taking a long drag on my cigarette. It was a sweltering hot day and I leaned against the school wall taking refuge in the shade. Mrs. Watkins was saying goodbye to her husband and baby by the entrance to the building. Her short skirt showed off plenty of her long legs as she bent down to kiss the kid.
She and her husband had rolled into town from the big city in a black Maserati at the end of August. Our town only had ten thousand souls so the word spread fast about the young hot couple. He had taken a job in the large tech company that had set up shop a few miles outside of town. It was a blessing for us since it had created so many needed jobs in the community.
“She'll see you, you know,” said a sultry voice into my ear.
I jumped in fright and when I turned around, Jessi, the local slut and cocksucker supreme stood behind me. Her boobs dangerously close to popping out of her push-up bra which was clearly visible because she had the three first buttons open on her cut off plaid shirt. Her shorts were tight and her tanned legs went on forever.
“You scared the shit out of me, Jessi.”
When we walked past Mrs. Watkins her husband just drove off and when she saw us she said, “Good morning, Jessi, Mike.”
“Morning.” We said in unison and walked inside.
*****
Our third class that day was with Mrs. Watkins.
“Morning class, I hope you have all done your homework and that you can turn it in at the end of class.” Her voice was quite deep and didn’t fit with her looks. Thick blonde hair cascaded down her back. Blue eyes would tear through you if you gave the wrong answer to a question or came late. Heavy but firm boobs pressed against her blouse and her high heels made her almost impossibly tall.
“Fuck, you are hard,” whispered Jessi who was next to me. Her hand had crept over my thighs and reached my jeans’ zipper. I slapped it away and she giggled.
“Not here, not now,” I whispered, knowing that if she continued I would squirt in my briefs.
At that moment Mrs. Watkins turned around and saw me talking to Jessi.
“Mike, is there something you would like to share with the class?” blue eyes boring into mine.
“Ah, no, no, I don’t think so.”
“Okay, but I want to see you after class.”
Jessi's hand was back on my cock and sure enough, a few minutes later I came in my underwear with a long sigh. Fucking bitch, I hated when she did that.
I sat with my cum soaking into the fabric, first warm and then cold. The sticky fluid stuck my briefs to my shaft and cock head and as it dried it itched like a mother fucker.