"Bert…I must admit I'm a bit surprised to see you come up like this. You've never done it before, and students usually fall into habits early in the semester.!
Bert placed his books on the edge of the desk before saying, "I felt as if I didn't really understand today's material, Miss Munoz."
She lookded at him and leaned back in her chair. The action moved her shoulder back and revealed more of the smooth, coppery skin between her ample breasts. She knew his eyes were irresistably drawn to the deep valley with its fleeting shadows but she didn't mind. Quite the contrary, she enjoyed his obvious attentions.
"You've been doing passing work. And you surprised me today. I thought you were daydreaming and not paying attention."
"Well, Miss Munoz," Bert started, "I really was doing both. I was paying attention but not to the lesson." His eyes locked on hers and rapid, silent communication passed between the pair.
"And what were you paying attention to, Bert?" She smoothed out her miniskirt before crossing her legs, giving Bert merest hint of the delights that lay hidden under the skirt.
"I've been afraid I wasn't pleasing you enough. I'd really like a chance to show you I can…do more than I have been doing in class."
A smile danced on the teacher's lips as she said, "I'm certain you are capable of doing doing more, even in math." She added seemingly as an afterthought.
"I'd love the opportunity for some private tutoring, Miss Munoz. I know it would hard."
"What will be hard, Bert?"
"Why, the tutoring. I'm sure you're not one for a quick lesson. It would be long and hard."
"You interest me, Bert. Not many students would care for added responsibilities like this. Here's my address. Why don't you stop by after school today, and we can start on a lesson? A long and hard one, but I think everything will fall into place before it's over."
She handed him her address, and Bert smiled. "Thanks, Miss Munoz. I'm sure we will both get great satisfaction from this. See you around four?"
A wave of coal black hair drifted down over her left eye as she nodded assent. Bert broadly grinned, then left the classroom. He was exuberant. This had worked out better than the youth could have ever hoped.
The day seemed filled with inconsequential events, all robbing Bert of his proper anticipatory mood. A brief interlude with Alana made the day a bit cherrier. Then school was over for the day. He raced home, ditched his books, then split.
All the way to Miss Munoz's apartment, he wondered what it would be like. She was really a sexy chick, not all that much older than he was – only six or seven years. Almost an older sister. But she had to be really experienced sexually. She'd gone to college and all and, if the grapevine was right, she had been more intent of having a good time than book learning. Bert was inclined to discount that due to the sources. They just might be jealous of the muliebritous woman, the only teacher in the school who wasn't over thirty and going on ugly.
The teenager stopped short when he saw the apartment complex in which Miss Munoz lived. It very definitly was not a staid, school-teacher residence. It was one of the swinging single places where anything could happen and did.
Bert Ellis knew then that he might have struck a real goldmine. And all because he had merely gotten up the courage to ask. He filed that away for future reference…ask and thou shalt receive.
He wandered through the bewildering maze of apartments, ogling the chicks out by the heated pool. The chill autumn air didn't seem to prevent them from wearing the skimpiest string bikinis he'd ever seen. Some were so small they were little more than strings with postage stamps glued on at appropriate spots.
Bert found the apartment he wanted, rang the bell and waited. In less than a minute, Miss Munoz opened the door. She smiled, a smile that reflected a trace of irony as she said, "You continually surprise me, Bert. I would have bet you would chicken out at the last minute. Come on in."
She quickly stood back and let him in. He surveyed the apartment and found it to be tastefully decorated. But the thing he noticed first was the sweet, aromatic odor that clung in the air. Bert recognized the pungent smell of grass. Miss Munoz seemed to be the exception rather than the rule amoung school teachers. Or was she?
"Why? Did you think I wouldn't come? To see you?" Bert was fully aware of the double meanings he placed in the conversation. It was turning him on verbally sparring with his lovely teacher.
"High schools are notorius for producing boys, not men. And it takes a certain rare courage to confront me as you did, proposition me and then actually show up with intentions of seducing me. You do plan to seduce me, don't you?" Again the smile played across her lips.
Bert sat down on the sofa. He said, "I think you have the entire thing wrong, Miss Munoz. I'm not seducing you, you are seducing me. Who would believe a pimply faced sixteen year old would proposition his math teacher, then go to her apartment with the intention of fucking her?"
"And what have I done to seduce you?" Curiosity had replaced the slightly ironic tone in her voice.
"Why Miss Munoz," Bert replied, his voice as ingenuous and naive as he could make it sound, "Simply by being so gut-wrenchingly lovely. Every time I look at you, I feel myself getting harder and harder. Barely able to restrain through class, wanting to jerk off because you are so seductive."
The teacher laughed heartily, "That is one of the most unique lines I've heard in years. And one of the most flattering, I might add. Call me Julia. That Miss Munoz jazz is all right for class but not for…private tutoring. Would you like a drink?"
Bert hesitated. His experience with liquor was mostly restricted to beer that the other guys managed to pilfer. But what the hell? Why not take her up on her offer?"
"Seven Up, please…with some vodka added. Maybe a lime?"
"You are a source of continual wonderment." She went to the small bar and began fixing the drinks. In a quieter voice, she said, "I just hope you continue to surprise me with your performance."
She thrust out the drink, then sat beside him, pressed close to the boy's side. Julia Munoz was obviously still taking this to be a game. Bert was becoming more determined than ever to make sure it was a game whose final score she did not forget for a long time.
Bert took a long sip from his drink, peering at Julia over the top of the glass while he swallowed the liquor. The taste was not as strong as he had anticipated. But he knew better than to chugalug the entire glass; he had seen what happened to his friends who thought they could handle their liquor simply because it took twenty minutes or so for the effects to catch up with them.
He put his glass down on the coffee table and turned his attentions to back to Julia. She had already placed her glass on the end table and turned back to face him. Bert noticed that Julia had unbuttoned enough buttons on her blouse to allow him an unobstructed view of her chest all the way to her naval. He noticed that she wore a bra, and he silently cursed. The youth remembered the problems he had encountered unfastening Robin's. The damned manufacturers seemed to have something against quick disengage bras.
"Why Miss Munoz…Julia…aren't you going to start the lesson?"
"Certainly, Bert. I think the Pythagorean Theorem would be a nice place to start, but I need some props to demonstrate." Her hand roved down to his jeans and unfastened his belt and zipper with quick, agile actions.
His own hands were not still. "Since the classroom is so hot, let me take care of that for you." He stood and faced Julia to allow her better access to the snaps on his jeans, and Bert began undoing the remaining buttons on his teachers blouse. He slipped it over her shoulders and at the same time she managed to free him from his pants.