My friend Jack told me this incredibly unbelievable story that he hooked up with our teacher. I guess technically she was our former teacher, since we graduated High School last week. Still, I didn’t believe a word he said. This is the story he told:

At the post graduation baseball celebration ceremony dinner, most of the parents left and a bunch of us guys were shooting some basketballs around that Zack had broken into the closet to get. A few teachers, including  Ms. Sloan. As the crowd got smaller, someone snuck in a bottle of tequila and most of the guys and some of their girlfriends were drinking. Ms. Sloan told Assistant Principal Bellding that she’d stay with us stragglers and lock-up. “Give the boys this last  game of pick-up and good memories for their time here”. A while later, while people were cleaning up, leaving, and just kinda milliing around; Ms. Sloan threw me her keys and asked me to pull her car closer to the entrance. She drove a new cherry red Charger, so of course I jumped at it.  Her car smelled just like I imagined she did, you know up close. I didn’t give her keys back to her as soon as I had moved her car. Instead I waited for her to ask, when just about everyone else was gone. She asked me if I moved her car, and where her keys were. I said, yes, of course I did, and here there are; closing the distance between us, I went for it. I slapped her ass as I handed her the keys back.

She exclaimed “Oh! You Naughty Boy!”I told her ‘Yes, ma’am. School is over, you aren’t my teacher anymore, I saw my chance and did something I’ve been wanting to do for years'”Well, if we are going to do things like that, do not call me ma’am. You may call me Olga. And we should keep in touch, now that we are friends and all”

I was stunned, but definitely got her phone number. The next day was full of flirty conversations, where I confessed I’ve been daydreaming about seeing her naked body for a solid three-years. She invited me over, and I went. I showed up and she offered alcohol, weed, and food. So yea, I asked for food. She shared with me some kind of shark coochie board, it was basically cheese and meat. She pulled out and smoked from the coolest bong I’d ever seen. She put on a movie I actually wanted to see, and we started to watch.

Maybe 15 or 20 mins into the movie, she took her shirt off, exposing her sexy black bra, and straddled me, asking “Is this what you were expecting?” ‘Uh No. I had no expectations. But, now seeing this, I want to see the rest!’  And she obliged. Easy Peasy. No awkward conversations, or should we do this or not. Just boom, we were making out. Then we went to her bedroom. She stripped my clothes off and told me to lie on the bed. That moment was a little awkward for sure; but she came out of the bathroom in the sexiest black lacy lingerie I’ve ever seen. Damn, I thought I was going to bust a nut right then and there. We started to make out some more, and  started to really mess around. She asked if  I had brought a condom. ‘Shit. I didn’t. I don’t keep them on me. Damn’  “Don’t worry she said” as she reached over to this wooden box on her nightstand that I hadn’t noticed and  said “You have options. What’s your preference?” Looking through her box, she didn’t just have condoms in there, but I wasn’t caring about all of that, I just wanted to penetrate her. And so I did. A couple more times that evening and night before I went home.

So as much as I don’t think of Jack as a liar, I just can’t believe Ms. Sloan would have fucked him. I mean, I thought she was married. I met her husband at some of the basketball games last season. He insists it happened, and just like he said.  And that its’ been apparently happening frequently since then.

Not giving it much more thought, we made plans to hang out a few days after he told me about Olga. Honestly, I didn’t realize her first name was Olga, and that’s kind of a turn on, in a I’ve been naughty kind of teacher way. 

Jack called and told me to get ready, he’s picking me up in 10 minutes and we are going swimming. Awesome, I thought, I love going swimming. Hope the girls will be there, Marco Polo and Chicken Fights are my favorite way to flex my strength and throw the girls around.

We chatted about random stuff, mostly the shenanigans of our siblings on the way there. I forgot to even ask where we were going. He pulled into a neighborhood I didn’t recognize, slowed down, and said we are going to Olga’s Pool. I tried to keep a poker face, but was like, ‘Are you kidding me? You are joking right? Where are we really going?’ “Fine, don’t believe me. You’ll see. Just play it cool and don’t be a dick.”

I shit you not, we pulled up, and Olga greeted us at the door. She welcomed both us in as if it was a normal occurrence. Gave us both a big hello hug and kiss on the cheek. She immediately offered us beer and brought us to the pool. No awesome bong, I thought.  By the pool we listed to music drank some beer, and she brought out one of those Shark Coochie Boards that Jack told me about from “the first time”. And then she offered the bong. I was stunned, could Jack have been right all along? I grabbed another beer and got in the pool. I was slightly bummed that there weren’t any girls for me there; I mean I felt like Jack was too much of a prude to engage in a threesome with me.

Jack followed her inside for some bong action. Hahaha. Bong Action. More like bone action. They thought I haven’t seen them making eyes at each other, and slight inappropriate touches. After what I felt like was long enough to hit the bong a couple of times; I got out of the pool and peered into the window. Damn glad I did that.

They were in the kitchen, she must have dropped something, because she was bent over, her bikini still on, and he smacked her ass. I felt a twinge of regret for watching them through the window, like some Peeping Tom, but it soon passed. She stood up, turned around and kissed him. Like movie quality, all-in kiss. That was all he needed to pick her up off the ground and set her on the counter. They made out that way for another minute or two,  then she reached over and grabbed his hard cock out of his swim trunks. It wasn’t like I’ve never seen Jack’s dick before, but not quite like that. Yet, I couldn’t look away.

She stroked his dick, while they made out. Then she jumped down off the counter, and got on her knees, moved her bikini top so her breasts were fully exposed, and started giving Jack a BJ.  At this, I not only could not look away, it was like I was watching a porn, so my hand gravitated to my own cock. As her mouth sucked and licked, I stroked and stroked. He stopped her, probably to avoid prematurely finishing in her mouth, haha. Amature.  Lifted her off the floor, ripped her bikini bottoms off, like seriously I think he ruined them, and picked her up, sliding her onto his throbbing hard dick. I can’t say for sure if he did or did not mask up, but I didn’t care, I was moments away from finishing myself, good thing there was a plant I could splurge on. He carried her to the wall, so her back was up against it, whole time continuing to have her ride his cock. I’ll say, I was impressed. As she let out the muffled scream of what I imagined was her orgasm, I shuddered with my own. I tried to not make a noise, but unlike her, I didn’t have anyone’s hand over my mouth. I guess Jack heard my grunt, because he looked over, and we made eye contact. As I stood motionless, he went back to Olga, and banged her even harder, causing he to scream another orgasm and him to finish too.

Well, I’ll be damned. Jack didn’t lie about Olga, I guess his original story was believable after all.