Cory
3/19/19
So I was substitute teaching for this one guy, a co-worker who was quite military. I wasn't quite sure what the hell I was really doing there. I was just anxious to get the job done, get the hell out of there and go home. Home to The Rolling Stones. My safe haven is my music. Mick Jagger and I go way back. Anyway, there I was daydreaming about The Rolling Stones music. I dismissed the class and everyone left, that is except this one guy that was staring at me.
"Are your tits real?," he asked. "Excuse me?" I said. Who the fuck was this guy? "Are your tits real?", he asked again. "Seriously, dude are you REALLY going to ask me that after my big, long speech about sexual harassment?" "Are they real or aren't they?" he insisted. I do have size 42 DDD breasts, and while they are obviously large, I was dressed in a professional manner, not a hint of cleavage or any skin tight blouse foolishness. This kid was one irritating, brazen, rude individual. "Damn millennials",I said under my breath.
"What's your name?," I asked. "Cory," he said. "So?" he asked me expectantly. I don't know what the hell came over me, but I heard myself command him softly, "Cory, come here." He walked over to me, by the wall and then I pushed him softly against the wall and then planted a passionate kiss on his neck. I then pushed a friend's business card into his hand. "I will be at this motel tonight," I said softly. "You be there and YOU can tell ME if my breasts are real or not," I said calmly. The thing is that there was some convention or some damn thing going on that pretty much the whole school was going to.
All the nerds were going to be there and I knew he was one of them. "I can't because of the convention," he said. "I guess you'll never find out then," I said and started to walk away. "Oh COME ON! THAT'S NOT FAIR!" He said. This damn kid was actually arguing with me and he wouldn't shut up. "FINE!" I said, "Be there next Thursday. Goodbye, Cory." I then walked away. So the next week happened without incident, my coworker came back to his teaching position and I had forgotten all about Cory. That is until he showed up the following week and caught me completely off guard.
I couldn't believe it when I opened the door. "What the? Cory? What are you doing here?" I demanded. "You invited me, remember? Are you going to invite me in or what?," he said. "Cory, how old are you?" I demanded. "18," he said. "Show me your ID, or you don't get in this door," I said. He then produced a real Cali ID that said he was Corionado Tapia Salazar Montenegro born 4/13/00. So he really was 18. Damn. Couldn't use the excuse that he was legally a minor. "FUXAKE!" I swore, and letting him inside. Jesus Christ I wished that I was still on drugs so that I could down a strong drink, pop some pills, or something.
I was nervous as hell because it had been 14 years since I had gotten any dick and I knew where this situation was going to lead. "Cory, your manners suck," I stammered out. "Why do you say that?" "Are my tits real? Jesus what the hell kind of student asks his teacher a question like that?" "Are they?" he asked. Here we go again. "I don't know, Cory. I forgot. Maybe you could help me out and tell me," I said. What the hell made me back him up against the wall last week and then plant a serious, hardcore kiss on his neck last week? I'm a smart ass by nature, especially when confronted with kids like him.
Still, that had been a very bad move on my part. He could file charges of sexual harassment against me. So, there I was confronted with a young, horny, inexperienced kid. Was he a virgin? I wondered. Damn I sure could use a drink and I don't even drink! I'm 5 and a half years sober. I've been done with that whole mess for a while now, so instead I took a couple deep breaths and took a couple of non narcotic anti anxiety pills. I never really feel any effect. I think they are more psychological than anything. So, after I calmed down a bit, I sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to me.
"Please sit down, Cory," I said. He did what he was told, but I sensed a bit of nervous energy. "You don't have to stay if you don't want, ok? Don't feel like you're being held against your will or anything," "No, I'm ok," he said. "So are you in the habit of asking all of your teachers if their tits are real or not?" I asked. "No, you're the first one," he said. " So how the hell did I get do lucky," I said. "I don't know," he said. "Are you a virgin?" I asked very matter of fact. "What? Why?", he asked. "Well are you or not?," I persisted. He said nothing. "Ok I guess you'll never get the answer to your question," I said. "Goodbye, Mr. Montenegro, " I said.
"Ok, yes why," he finally admitted. "I don't know, Cory. Why is it so damn important for you to know whether or not my tits are real?" "I don't know," he said. "You really need to come up with a better answer than that," I said. "What for," he said. This guy was a piece of work. I got up, dimmed the lights. I started unbuttoning my blouse. "Take your shirt off, sweetheart," I said softly. "Unless of course you don't want to know whether or not my tits are real. His shirt came off real quick. I started to undo my bra and his hand reached for my breast. "Oh no, you don't." I said. "Not yet."
His eyes seemed to literally bulge out of his head when he saw my bare breasts for the first time. "Lie next to me, Cory," I said. "Kiss me." I could feel his body heat radiating off of him. Taking his hand, "Touch me here," I said. "Oh these are nice," he said barely above a whisper. Kiss me here. Touch me there. Suck my left nipple. Now suck my right one. I moaned softly as he started to suck my tits. "Yess like that baby boy," I said.
End part one
3/19/19
So I was substitute teaching for this one guy, a co-worker who was quite military. I wasn't quite sure what the hell I was really doing there. I was just anxious to get the job done, get the hell out of there and go home. Home to The Rolling Stones. My safe haven is my music. Mick Jagger and I go way back. Anyway, there I was daydreaming about The Rolling Stones music. I dismissed the class and everyone left, that is except this one guy that was staring at me.
"Are your tits real?," he asked. "Excuse me?" I said. Who the fuck was this guy? "Are your tits real?", he asked again. "Seriously, dude are you REALLY going to ask me that after my big, long speech about sexual harassment?" "Are they real or aren't they?" he insisted. I do have size 42 DDD breasts, and while they are obviously large, I was dressed in a professional manner, not a hint of cleavage or any skin tight blouse foolishness. This kid was one irritating, brazen, rude individual. "Damn millennials",I said under my breath.
"What's your name?," I asked. "Cory," he said. "So?" he asked me expectantly. I don't know what the hell came over me, but I heard myself command him softly, "Cory, come here." He walked over to me, by the wall and then I pushed him softly against the wall and then planted a passionate kiss on his neck. I then pushed a friend's business card into his hand. "I will be at this motel tonight," I said softly. "You be there and YOU can tell ME if my breasts are real or not," I said calmly. The thing is that there was some convention or some damn thing going on that pretty much the whole school was going to.
All the nerds were going to be there and I knew he was one of them. "I can't because of the convention," he said. "I guess you'll never find out then," I said and started to walk away. "Oh COME ON! THAT'S NOT FAIR!" He said. This damn kid was actually arguing with me and he wouldn't shut up. "FINE!" I said, "Be there next Thursday. Goodbye, Cory." I then walked away. So the next week happened without incident, my coworker came back to his teaching position and I had forgotten all about Cory. That is until he showed up the following week and caught me completely off guard.
I couldn't believe it when I opened the door. "What the? Cory? What are you doing here?" I demanded. "You invited me, remember? Are you going to invite me in or what?," he said. "Cory, how old are you?" I demanded. "18," he said. "Show me your ID, or you don't get in this door," I said. He then produced a real Cali ID that said he was Corionado Tapia Salazar Montenegro born 4/13/00. So he really was 18. Damn. Couldn't use the excuse that he was legally a minor. "FUXAKE!" I swore, and letting him inside. Jesus Christ I wished that I was still on drugs so that I could down a strong drink, pop some pills, or something.
I was nervous as hell because it had been 14 years since I had gotten any dick and I knew where this situation was going to lead. "Cory, your manners suck," I stammered out. "Why do you say that?" "Are my tits real? Jesus what the hell kind of student asks his teacher a question like that?" "Are they?" he asked. Here we go again. "I don't know, Cory. I forgot. Maybe you could help me out and tell me," I said. What the hell made me back him up against the wall last week and then plant a serious, hardcore kiss on his neck last week? I'm a smart ass by nature, especially when confronted with kids like him.
Still, that had been a very bad move on my part. He could file charges of sexual harassment against me. So, there I was confronted with a young, horny, inexperienced kid. Was he a virgin? I wondered. Damn I sure could use a drink and I don't even drink! I'm 5 and a half years sober. I've been done with that whole mess for a while now, so instead I took a couple deep breaths and took a couple of non narcotic anti anxiety pills. I never really feel any effect. I think they are more psychological than anything. So, after I calmed down a bit, I sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to me.
"Please sit down, Cory," I said. He did what he was told, but I sensed a bit of nervous energy. "You don't have to stay if you don't want, ok? Don't feel like you're being held against your will or anything," "No, I'm ok," he said. "So are you in the habit of asking all of your teachers if their tits are real or not?" I asked. "No, you're the first one," he said. " So how the hell did I get do lucky," I said. "I don't know," he said. "Are you a virgin?" I asked very matter of fact. "What? Why?", he asked. "Well are you or not?," I persisted. He said nothing. "Ok I guess you'll never get the answer to your question," I said. "Goodbye, Mr. Montenegro, " I said.
"Ok, yes why," he finally admitted. "I don't know, Cory. Why is it so damn important for you to know whether or not my tits are real?" "I don't know," he said. "You really need to come up with a better answer than that," I said. "What for," he said. This guy was a piece of work. I got up, dimmed the lights. I started unbuttoning my blouse. "Take your shirt off, sweetheart," I said softly. "Unless of course you don't want to know whether or not my tits are real. His shirt came off real quick. I started to undo my bra and his hand reached for my breast. "Oh no, you don't." I said. "Not yet."
His eyes seemed to literally bulge out of his head when he saw my bare breasts for the first time. "Lie next to me, Cory," I said. "Kiss me." I could feel his body heat radiating off of him. Taking his hand, "Touch me here," I said. "Oh these are nice," he said barely above a whisper. Kiss me here. Touch me there. Suck my left nipple. Now suck my right one. I moaned softly as he started to suck my tits. "Yess like that baby boy," I said.
End part one