Patty McRae sat beside me in history class. I was in
love with her. For fifty minutes each day, I’d watch
her out of the corner of my eye. I’d see the profile of
her beautiful face, watch the gentle rise and fall of
her breasts, see the sunlight halo her golden hair.
I wanted to touch her, to feel the smooth softness of
her pale skin. I ached to have her look at me with
those twinkling soft blue eyes. I wanted her to walk
toward me with that inviting, sexy sway, the way she
walked toward her boyfriend, Butch.
I might as well’ve been a prisoner in Albania. When
you’re a sophomore geek, the high school goddess dating
the senior star of the football team doesn’t pay any
attention to you, except to make your life more
“Henry, I dropped my pencil. Could you pick it up for
me?” she’d whisper. She’d be partially turned to face
me. Her face would be pleading. Somehow another button
was undone on her blouse. I’d feel my palsy return with
its accompanying red heat as I struggled to reach her
pencil that was closer to her than to me.
Then something happened one day, as if the gods on
high, drained by their laughter at the poor mortal
suffering mightily below, deigned to take pity on him.
It didn’t appear that way at first, for it began as the
cruelest blow a teen-aged virgin can endure.
“Henry Collingsworth, are you paying attention?”
“Yes, Miss Pasternak.”
“I don’t think you were. Come up here and finish
explaining what I was talking about.”
‘No, Miss Pasternak. God, please, no. Not now.’
“Now, Miss Pasternak?”
“Yes, Henry. Now! Or do you want to go to the
‘Thank you, God, for making it go away. I couldn’t
stand the embarrassment.’
I walked in front of Miss Pasternak’s desk and turned
toward the thirty some faces in our class. It was a
short walk because I sat in the front row. The walk to
the gas chamber is a short walk, too, and just as
deadly. Most of my class mates stared at me with bored
However, Patty acted interested. She’d slipped down in
her chair with her ass hanging on the front edge. Her
face was devilish as her legs slowly opened… and
‘Oh, no. Don’t get hard again.’
“Go ahead, Henry.”
“Abraham Lincoln was the sixteenth president of the
‘Is that my voice? How am I talking about Lincoln when
Patty’s legs are… Patty, don’t do that!’
She’d closed her legs and raised her skirt high on her
She slowly opened her legs again.
‘Oh, holy shit! I can see her panties! No! God, make it
go away. I’ll do anything. I’ll never look at a girl or
masturbate or hit my sister. I’ll promise anything you
want. Henry, say something. Talk about Lincoln.’
The class burst into laughter.
“Henry Collingsworth, do you know what you just said?”
“No, Miss Pasternak. I have no idea.”
“Go to the principal. Tell him what you said. Go,
Henry! I’ve lost my patience with you!”
‘I can’t walk. Not with this. They can see it anyway,
but walking’ll draw attention to it.’
Stiff and humped over, I trudged from the room. The
last thing I remember before I turned toward the door
was Patty’s face. I remembered that look even as the
principal chewed me out and sent me to detention.
I still didn’t know what I’d said that got that Miss
Pasternak so pissed off. All I could remember was
Patty’s bare legs and hot pink panties and a raging
hard on I couldn’t hide from sixty prying eyes. I knew
they all could see it. I knew they all were laughing at
I was unbelievably sorry Miss Pasternak was angry. She
was my best teacher and worked very hard for us. She
was also my youngest teacher and almost as attractive
Saturday morning, I was laying on my bed trying to
decide if I should join the Foreign Legion or jump a
passing freight train when my mother yelled at me,
“Henry, the phone’s for you.”
When I answered, I heard, “Henry? This is Patty McRae.”
My heart stopped and my cock leapt. Damn, that’s what
caused all my embarrassment.
“Do you have a way to get to my house?”
“My bike,” I answered. Sweat poured off me and I
started to shake.
“Listen closely, Henry,” she said.
I did exactly as she said. I left immediately for her
house, put my bike in her garage and went to the back
door. She was waiting to lead me to the basement.
She was dressed in an old sweat suit and her hair lay
softly around her face. There was a twinkle in her
eyes, but her mouth was pursed sternly.
“Henry, if you ever tell anyone you’ve been here,
Butch’ll kill you. You know that, don’t you?” I nodded.
“If he doesn’t, I’ll cut off your nuts and make you eat
them. Do we understand each other?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Take your clothes off.”
“Wh-what did you say?”
“I said take your clothes off. I want to see you.”
“I can’t, Patty. Please don’t make me do that.”
She kissed me and her hand dropped to stroke my hard-on
through my jeans. Her voice was gentle when she said,
“Don’t be embarrassed, Henry. That hard-on’s what I
want to see. Come on. I’ll help you.”
She knelt in front of me, unbuckled my belt and yanked
down my jeans. I ripped off my T-shirt. In seconds, I
was naked in front of a girl for the first time in my
life: not just a girl, but the goddess of my dreams was
kneeling at my feet.
“Magnificent. Simply magnificent,” she whispered.
“Henry, this is an unbelievable cock.”
“Please, Patty, don’t do that. It’ll…”
“Shoot? That’s what it’s suppose to do. Henry, watch
She was looking up at me. Her fingers wrapped around my
cock and he throbbed, hurting like a boil. “Henry,” she
said in a sexy, teasing way, “have you dreamed of this
She wrapped her lips around my cock. I felt the tingles
and knew what was coming. She knew, too. Her fingers
flew on my shaft as she sucked the head. It wasn’t
three seconds and Patty was swallowing my load. She had
the most sensual smile when she sat back.
“I’m sorry,” I sobbed.
She stood and held me in her arms. “It’s all right. I
knew that would happen.”
“I thought girls didn’t like it when guys…”
“…came in their mouths. Some girls don’t. Some girls
do. I love it.” She kissed me. The kiss tasted
different this time. My cock was rising again. She
stepped back. “Do you want to undress me?”
“Yes.” I wished that had been a deep manly sound rather
than a squeak.
She raised her arms. Slowly, like a sculptor unveiling
a work of art, I pulled her top over her head.
“I thought you might like to take my bra off me. It
fastens in front. Henry?” She raised my eyes to look at
her face. Her expression was caring and soft with a
hint of laughter.
“We have all day, Henry. I’m going to let you explore
every part of me. I’ll teach you all about sex. And,
Henry, we’re going to fuck until that marvelous cock of
yours can’t get up.”
Monday morning, I strode into Miss Pasternak’s class
wearing the new cotton slacks I insisted on buying
Sunday. They were the tightest trousers I’d ever worn.
“Good morning, Patty,” I said as I sat down.
“Good morning, Henry. I certainly enjoyed my weekend.
How was yours?”
“Yes, Miss Pasternak?”
“Are you ready to tell the class about Mr. Lincoln’s
“Yes, Miss Pasternak,” I replied in a confident,
I stood straight and tall before the class. My cock
twitched and started to grow. Patty was watching it. So
was Emily Forest in the third row. A cute little
brunette with big brown eyes, Emily was as shy as I
was, no, as I had been. There was Sally, who was the
sophomore round heels, staring open mouthed and Jenny,
another geek, sneaking glances. With every eye on me, I
stood taller and my cock got bigger. My trousers moved
and I adjusted them for more comfortable display. Patty
winked at me.
Miss Pasternak had taken my seat when I went to the
front. She was staring at my cock. She looked hungry
and her tongue slowly slipped over her lips. She
tightened her crossed legs, squeezing their center. She
saw me watching her and turned bright red.
After school that day, I stopped in Miss Pasternak’s
room. She was alone, working at her desk. When I came
in, she glanced up and hurriedly returned to her paper
work. She trembled when she heard me throw the bolt. I
stood by her desk waiting for her to acknowledge me. My
cock was ready. Miss Pasternak struggled with her need
to look at it. Finally, without looking at me, she
sighed and said, “Yes, Henry?”
“Miss Pasternak, you’re my favorite teacher and I like
you very much. I want to make you happy with me, but I
really don’t know what I said in class Friday that
She pushed back from her desk. Her eyes moved to mine,
stopping on the way to stare at my cock tenting my
“You said, ‘Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation freed
“Oh,” I replied. “I know that isn’t correct, but I was
thinking of something else. Miss Pasternak, may I have
some private tutoring time with you, maybe away from
school in the evenings?”
She looked at me as Patty had. Now I knew what that
look meant. She flinched when I kissed her, but yielded
quickly. Her hand stroked my cock through my trousers.
“Let’s start tonight, Henry. There’s so much we have to