A Tribute to ME
If stories of beautiful young ladies using and abusing men offend
you. Do not read my stories. No part of them are true or were ever
true to my knowledge. This is not my fantasy. It is just a story.
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Chapter Two
I never walked by the site again. I never saw Sam. I trusted
me less than I trusted him. I thought of him a lot for a few
days until someone else vieing for my charms got my attention.
He received more from me and I received more from him too.
He was a teacher, also old enough to be my dad.
My last name begans with an "A". I get put on the front row a
lot. Mr. Rainey was not sorry. I was to be his best ever (A)
student. That is a pun!
He had been looking at me a lot. He had went behind his desk a
few times. I had not missed the bulge in his pants although I
ignored it. Well, not ignore, just not look at it so as to be
noticed.
Science is not easy. It was to be for me though. I got him while
wearing the same outfit. I loved that outfit! I sat so relaxed.
I would cross and uncross my legs. Even sit with them spread
just a little. I knew he could see my panties. Yeah another pink
pair. I pretended not to notice him, I did though. When he started
to perspire, (It was not even hot!) I went up to his desk to
ask about a problem. There was a chair by his desk. I put my
notebook on his desk, sit down and moved the chair as close
to his as I could get it. I was smiling all the while. Well,
I had to sit behind his desk or those two jocks on the front
row would see my cute little panties and I did not want them
to. They had done nothing to deserve a treat like that.
"Mr. Rainey, would you help me with this?" I asked while
staring deeply into his eyes. I had never seen Mr. Rainey
speechless before.
He recovered quickly, practice I suppose.
"Yes, Jennifer, I would be glad to." Boy would he!
As he explained the concept to me, I made sure my titties
brushed his arm and shoulder on several ocassions. I also
made sure he inhaled my perfume. I was close enough once to
breathe on his face. When he finished and I understood I
got up, hitting him in the face with my pony tail. He was
watching me as I sit. I rewarded him. I was learning the
power of rewards and punishment. A girl can learn a lot
in school.
The next day I needed more help. I did about the same
things again. This time I had gum in my mouth. I ask him
where I could put it. He reached over, got a Kleenex and
held it out to me. I was not sure if he was offering me
the Kleenex or if he was holding it for me to put my used
gum in it. I assumed the latter. I placed it in his Kleenex
covered hand and flashed him a very nice smile. A couple of
students giggled. That caused Mr. Rainey to blush. I
continued with my problem totally ignoring the juvenile
giggles of my classmates. My cute little outfit and my
very obvious feminine charms had hooked Mr. Rainey. Now I
was reeling him in.
I returned to my seat and went right to work. I am a very
good student. Naturally I was sitting with my legs spread
just the right amount for Mr. Rainey to see my pantied
covered crotch. He was getting an eye full. I know he
thought then that I was an innocent little freshman girl.
He had a lot to learn about young ladies. I was older than
he thought at then too. I would increase his knowledge! In
a few minutes I looked at the kleenex. There was no gum in
it. Mr Rainey was chewing gum. Mr.Rainey never chewed gum
in class. One did not have to be a rocket scientist to
postulate where his gum came from. He was enjoying my
sweetness. He would pay for that pleasure.
I knew the next hour was one of his planning hours. It
was also the last hour of school. I had modern dance the
last hour of school and pon pom and dance practice after
school every day this week. It would later change to Tuesday
and Thursday only. We used a lot of dance class time for
our routines. The class was made up of students who aspired
to be a member of the pon pom, dance squad or cheerleader.
Why else would one take the class.
I went to his desk when the bell rung.
"Mr. Rainey, could I have a piece of gum?" I asked, soooo
sweetly.
"I am sorry, Jennifer, I don't have any. I never chew gum.
Here is a piece of candy though." He said as he handed me
a Baskin Robbins hard candy. Sugar free too. I took it
from his outstretched hand and said.
"Thank you Mr. Rainey. Do you have one left for you too?"
"Yeah, but I have gum in my mouth."
I said nothing, just stood there with a sly smile on my
face. He looked up at me. After a few seconds his face
began to get very red. He knew I knew. There is nothing
that compares with that feeling of power. A grown man,
an adult, a teacher, trapped by Jennifer Abdellaoui.
"Thank you for the help Mr. Rainey. You are my favorite
teacher. You are so nice. Bye, ceya tomorrow!"
He recovered his composure enough to say, "Bye Jennifer",
as I exited the room and headed for my dance class with
a moist crotch.
I got permission from my dance teacher to miss a class
this week. I told her I thought it would be tomorrow. I
needed help in one of my classes. I doubt if she really
believed I could evedr need additional help in anything.
She is so astute! We were giving our presentations for
a pon pom dance routine. I have choreographed several.
Mine is more complicated than the others. It will be
shown by six of us. It will be the last one because it
is much superior. I just know it will be chosen for
our performance at games. I want to be captain very
badly. Never has a freshmen been elected captain.
I got mom to take me shopping after dance class. She picked
me up. She was taking me to eat anyway. Dad was out of town.
Him and Uncle Luke went on a business trip and would be gone
the rest of the week. Mom and I were batching. She would leave
Sunday evening for New York city and would be gone for two
weeks. She had a big modeling shoot. She kept promising dad
and me she would quit. Just one more year. But the huge
contracts were offered and she would accept. She says, again,
that this is her last year. She is under contract until June.
Dad and I are both threating to get a part time live-in mom
and wife! She does not think that is humorous.
I bought the cutest outfit. It was similar in style to my
pink and white outfit except it was a skirt. More eye candy
for my favorite teacher. The skirt was black. The white top
had my initials in an Old English scroll. The scroll angled
from the top inside of my right tittie to the left side of
my tummy. I did not know until we got to the store that mom
had ordered it especially for me. The JDA letters were
connected in the scroll. It was so chic. The skirt was six
inches above my knee. The top of my knee, not the middle!
Mr. Rainey would love it. I hoped he would not knock his
desk sideways, when he scurried behind it, with his thing. :)
That would be sooo funny!
I will ease off him in class. I will intensify the pressure
at other times though. I will let him see my panties during
class. That will keep his heart rate up. I am not mean! I
just love to flirt and practice my feminine power. Mom has
told me, "If you have it, use it. Jennifer you have it. Be
sure you are always the one in control. If you sense you
are losing control, get away, and stay away."
Now you know why I never went by the construction site again.
I met Mr. Rainey twice in the halls and saw him at lunch.
I gave him a big beautiful smile and softly said, "Hi Mr.
Rainey". I always speak to my teachers. I give my really
sexy smiles to the male teachers, of course. Like I would
not want to send wrong messages. I am not that knid of
girl.
Sixth hour came, time for Physical Science and more Jennifer
experiments. I was the first student in class. I offered him
a piece of my gum, fresh, like unchewed. I know it was a
little mean. I made it seem that I was just offering him gum.
I did not even give him the, knowing look, that I could have
given.
"Your outfit is very sharp, it looks like an original. Did
your mom get it for you?" He knows my mom is a model. His
tongue gets so thick he can hardly talk when he meets her!
I want to make him like that around me.
"Yes, we picked it up last night. I had to show it off
today. Do you think it is, uhh, to revealing. For school
I mean?"
"I do not personally, the office may though. Some young
ladies can wear things like that tastefully. Some can not.
You are a very proper and modest young lady. You are always
tastefully dressed."
I noticed he used the word,"tastefully", twice. I wonder
what he would like to taste? As if I did not know. Was it
my imagination, or was his tongue beginning to get thick?
"Mr. Rainey, can you help me after class today?" I asked
in one of my sexy voices a second before more students
filed through the door.
"Yes, I can, Jennifer. Although I am surprised you are
needing so much help. You are smart."
"Thank you, Mr. Rainey." I shyly answered. There is not a
shy bone in my body. If there were I would extract it!
Mr. Rainey told us about a lot of important stuff. I
listened intently. I looked at him too. He wanted to look
at my cute little panties so badly, I could see it in his
eyes. Frequently they would dart my direction. They were
always aimed at the same spot and it was not my face. I
moved in my seat a little to give him a better view. An
innocent move, of course. He had already told me how
modest I was. And I am. Like I would never, not wear
panties.
It seemed class would never end. Even with my showing Mr.
Rainey my panties and watching their affect on him, I was
getting bored. I had much bigger plans.
Finally the class ended and everyone left.
I like the design of Mr. Rainey's room. The only door in
the room is at one corner. Even that is a small foyer Mr.
Rainey's desk is along the side of the same wall at the
other corner. You have to enter the room to see his desk.
The windows are on the west side so blinds are always
closed in the afternoons. I had to wonder if any sweet
things like me had ever received "help" from him during
his planning hour. I had no reason to suspect there had
been anything improper with one of his students. I also
wondered if he had ever met anyone like me. If he has,
he may be hard to handle. I really did not think he had.
There may well be no one like me!
He was so turned on, it was obvious to me. I would get
what I wanted from him or I would simply walk away and
wear more modest clothes for the rest of the year if
he refused to allow me to exchange seats with someone
over by the windows so I could sit and him be unable
to see my panties or even my legs all the way up. He
would be the loser.
I got help on a problem that I already knew how to do.
I bragged on him. You know, how clearly he explained
science.
"Sometimes Mr. Rainey, you make this seem so easy I
think I am stupid for asking. You are so good. I wish
all of my teachers were as intelligent as you."
You know drivel like that. He ate it up, of course.
I scooted my chair closer. We were touching. My leg
was against his, my shoulder was touching him, and when
I looked into his eyes, which was often, my breath
would hit his face. He was taler than me so he could
get really good looks at my teeth. He could also get
good looks at the tops and about one half of my little
titties.
Now there is nothing, "little", about my boobs. They
are large and extremely well shaped. My mom has her's
and my bras hand made. I received a lot from nature.
I probably receive even more from the bras mom has
custom made for me. I got in the habit of referring
to my boobs as, "my little titties" when they were ,
little titties. They have not been little titties
for a year at least. They did not just, "poof" out
there, they grew. I watched them grow in awe. I
measured them daily. I was so proud of their growth
and perfect shape. I truly love ME.
I was enjoying being with Mr. Rainey. He was very nice.
He was thoughtful. He had always held the door for me
whenever we would meet at a door. One day in the cafeteria,
I had a load of books, he dumped my tray after I had eaten.
Last week, my shoe was untied, I asked him to tie it and he
did. I had nothing in my hands. He could have refused, he
could have suggested I tie it. He did neither. He tied it.
That may seem like nothing to some of you. I knew better.
My mom has been teaching me since I was a little girl.
Slave spotting 101.
Then I began to get him talking about what I wanted
to talk about. I carefully explained as I had rehearsed
many times that I had needs, sexual needs. He started to
protest but his heart was not into protesting. He listened.
I explained to him that I was a virgin and planned to stay
that way until marriage. I told him I was blessed or cursed
one or the other, with a very high sex drive. I had to have
relief. I wanted a special kind of relief. I wanted it to be
pleasurable. I wanted immense pleasure. He was getting the
point, I could tell. I told him I liked him a lot and thought
he would be highly skilled at the kind of preasure I craved.
I also told him I was a very discreet person. He had to know
that already because no one knew anything about me or my
family that was not what we wanted them to know. Our
reputations were impeccable. I do not think Mr. Rainey would
ever have entered into a relationship with one of his students
who he did not believe he could trust, like really trust. He
also knew I was not going to get jealous later and want him
to divorce his wife and run away with me.
I got up and locked his door. and turned out the lights. There
was plenty of light coming through the windows even though they
were covered. He did not protest. I walked back and sat on his
desk very near the middle. He rolled his chair back and I
positioned myself in the middle of the desk facing him. I was
dangling my legs over the desk provocatively swinging them in
front of him.
"Show me how skilled you are, Mr. Rainey. Make that special
love to me I crave. I think you crave it to. No one cn ever
be hurt by this. There is nothing bad about it, only good."
He rolled toward me.
"No, MR. Rainey, I will get more pleasure if you are on your
knees."
He said nothing, just dropped to his knees. I doubt if he could
talk. I think his tongue was good for only one thing. I raised
myself clear of his desk and he removed my panties.
"Inhale them Mr. Rainey, unless you do not want to."
I said that for his benefit. He was performing before a high
school freshman. I am sure he was concerned about frightening
me away. I am not easily frightened!
He placed my panties to his face and inhaled. he than kissed
the crotch. When he brought his hand away, his lips were moist.
God I wanted him to get his mouth over my pussy, if he did not
he was going to have one wet desk!
He kissed the inside of both my legs.
"Mr. Rainey, I need your tongue, please."
He understood my urgency. As his opened mouth went over my pussy
I placed my hands behind me, pushed on the desk, and moved
tightly against his face. Ohhhh his tongue felt devine. I loved it.
Like really loved it. He was awesome. Ohhh, this guy had eaten
pussy before, lots of times! I had been licked, even eaten a little
nothing like this. He was soooo good. I held back as long as I
could than I exploded. I refrained from crying out. I had put my
hands on his head and pulled his head to me. I knew my nails were
cutting his neck. He moaned but did not protest, he just moved
his tongue faster over my clit. Ohhh what pleasure. Even after
the big explosion he continued to lick, suck, and swallow. That
was so great for both of us. I still look back on that first
time as being the most special of all.
We had our little rendezvous until I met John and started getting
serious about him. I really liked Mr. Rainey. I still do. He was
so sad when I told him I could not do that with him anymore. He
was apprehensive too. I assured him that those times would always
be precious to me and that I would carry our secret with me to
my grave. People would make it cheap and dirty. It was neither. I
was a young lady growing into an adult. I learned a lot about
control of the human male. Mr. Rainey would then and would now,
do absolutely anything for me. See why I never had to worry about
homework, handout answers, or test. Mr. Rainey handled those for
me. He enjoyed doing special things for me. His cunnilingus
technique is the one I have taught my lovers. Mr. Rainey loved
my pussy and was so good at the proper display of affection for
it I still smile when I meet him and look at his pot belly and
wonder how many pounds of it is directly attributable to my cum.
