“Go home, Ben. Please. Go home.” Miss McNeil’s eyes searched back and forth between mine. I got the distinct impression that if I pushed just a little bit harder, she would probably let me kiss her again. She might actually let me do even more than just kiss. But there was a plea in her eyes for me to leave.
So I left.
Hey, I guess there’s a little bit of “nice guy” in me after all.
It’s amazing how an orgasm can transform your life. For a teenaged boy, there exists a kind of calm serenity that you only feel when you’ve cum in such an incredibly powerful way with a beautiful girl. I felt like I was floating on air, drifting through life like a leaf on the wind.
“Ben? Earth to Ben?”
I blinked twice and then looked over to see my best friend Kenny Doyle with a silly grin on his face. He was halfway to the lunch line, but I’d just kept walking ahead, oblivious to where we were going.
“Where were you going?” he asked as I caught up to him.
“Nowhere, nowhere,” I stammered.
“Jeez,” Kenny drawled as we settled into line. “You seem pretty out of it. If I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought you’d gotten laid or something.”
Fortunately, Kenny had already turned to walk a few steps forward with the lunch line and didn’t notice the red blush that filled my cheeks. It was Monday, and even though nearly two full days had passed, I was still daydreaming about Miss McNeil’s blowjob.
It had been so incredibly wonderful. My first blowjob. My first orgasm with someone other than myself. I’d seen enough porn videos to know I should have lasted longer than three seconds, but I’d take three seconds of being inside a gorgeous woman’s mouth over my right hand any day. And I knew I could do better, if Miss McNeil would let me.
“Wait… you didn’t ACTUALLY get laid or something, did you?”
Well, Kenny had turned back around and saw the blush in my cheeks. And for a moment, I was about to tell him the truth that yes, I had gotten my dick sucked and yes, she swallowed all my cum. But two things held me back.
One, the girl immediately behind Kenny had turned to eavesdrop when she heard the word “laid” come out of Kenny’s mouth. I’d spent enough time being friends with the girls to know that they HATED it when a guy blabbed about how lucky they’d gotten. And anything I said around the lunch crowd would immediately become a part of the rumor mill.
Two, I figured that if anyone found out, then eventually my mom would find out, and I’d NEVER get the chance to do anything with Miss McNeil again.
And I very much wanted that chance again.
Ten minutes later, I was staring off into space again when Megan said, “Ben? Earth to Ben?”
I blinked twice to see Megan looking at me with a puzzled expression on her face. Cassidy was staring as well, along with half the table. Our usual lunch crew consisted of eight sophomore girls and five sophomore guys. Six of them were staring at me like I’d grown a horn out of my forehead.
“See?” Kenny waved to my face from right beside me. “Eric Bradford had the same look last week when Lynne Arian put out for him. I’m telling you, Ben got laid and he’s not telling.”
I colored red but frowned. “What?”
Abigail Sanders canted her head to the side. “Ooh! Anyone we know?”
Allison Sanders was quick to add, “How was it?”
Daniel Chen squinted as he read my gaze. “I dunno…”
Megan had a cold look in her eyes. “You DID say ‘hi’ to Adrienne the other day.”
I rolled my eyes. “Adrienne Dennis? Yeah, right. And even if I DID, you think I’d start blabbing about it? Lynne dumped Eric the next day after he told half the baseball team.”
Megan said quietly, “That’s not a ‘no’.”
I sighed. “I did NOT get laid, Megan,” I said seriously, and then swept my gaze across my friends as if daring them to call me a liar. Technically, it was the truth. I HADN’T had sex. It was just a blowjob.
My cute Chinese friend searched my eyes for another moment, and then she shrugged. Staring at her plate, Megan remarked, “None of our business anyways.”
Twice that school week, I nearly walked up to Miss McNeil’s door after school. I had no plan. I just wanted to show up and see if she’d give me a blowjob again. But I was nervous and I also couldn’t figure out a plausible reason for going over there. What would I say? ‘Hi, remember me? I came in your mouth? Could we try that again?’
It wasn’t until Saturday that I got my chance.
“Ben?”
“Yeah mom?”
“Miss McNeil called. She said that towel bar fell off again. You must not have done a very good job fixing it up.”
I picked my head up. I knew I hadn’t done a good job fixing it up. In fact, I hadn’t done ANYTHING to the towel bar. I’d been too busy getting my dick sucked. Sheepishly, I answered, “Uh, sure mom. I’ll go right over.”
I walked as calmly as I could out the front door. My mom actually had to remind me to grab the tool box. I’d been thinking sex not work. And then as soon as I got out of sight, I literally sprinted down the sidewalk to Miss McNeil’s house.
“Hi Ben.” Miss McNeil looked nervously at me when she opened the door. She was wearing the house robe again, which obscured everything from view.
“Hi Miss McNeil,” I said nervously as I shifted my weight from side-to-side and hefted the tool box in my left hand. “Mom said you needed some… help?” I added a little extra emphasis at that last word.
“Uh, uh… come on in.” The beautiful brunette looked at the floor as she backed up to let me into the house. “We never did fix that towel bar.”
“I remember,” I said earnestly and tried to look her in the eyes, but she wouldn’t meet my gaze. Shrugging, I quickly walked to the bathroom. There, I turned and sat down on the toilet seat cover and started to open the clasp to my shorts.
“Ben! What are you doing?” Miss McNeil hissed.
I’d already managed to shove my shorts down to my knees and my hard cock was now waving in the air, swollen and throbbing and turning almost purple with engorged blood. “Aren’t we…?” I pleaded with my eyes.
Her gaze was locked onto my waving dick, and I saw her jaw quivering. “Ben. It was a mistake. We shouldn’t have.”
“Why not?”
“Because! You’re just a kid.” She kept staring hungrily at my cock and her tongue snaked out to lick across her upper lip.
“You’re not looking at my cock like it belongs to a little kid.”
“Oh…” Miss McNeil sighed. “That certainly isn’t a little kid’s penis…” She blinked rapidly and then tore her gaze away from it. “But that doesn’t make it right. I could go to jail for what I did.”
“Why? I’m not going to tell anybody.”
“It’s not right, Ben.” Her words said one thing but the expression on her face belied her feelings.
“But don’t you want to? I certainly want you to.”
“Oh, Ben…”
“Please?” My hormones were surging through my body and I’d been dreaming about this all week. There was nothing in the world I wanted more.
“Oh, God help me,” Miss McNeil prayed as her face scrunched up. But then she quickly got to her knees, took my shaft in hand, and then swallowed up the first few inches into her mouth.
“Unnghh…” I groaned as I bucked my hips towards her. The feelings were exquisite, the warmth of her mouth Heaven on Earth to my sensitive glans. I felt the pressure in my balls once again as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm me as quickly as it had last time. But today, I was better prepared for the sensations.
Today, I didn’t start cumming inside of five seconds.
Today, I merely held Miss McNeil’s head in my hands, and I lay back to enjoy it as she began to bob her head up and down in my lap.