[Fm] English Class

First Post, Like that sh*t.

Johnny was in the 11th grade, still only 17, he was a little unsure of himself in plenty different ways. He had always been an alright student, taking care to stay out of any real trouble, and keep his grades passing. His friends were constantly on his mind, and when he wasn’t at school, he was hanging around with them, playing card games, or being a troubled pot smoker. But he didn’t let this get in the way of his care for life. He smoked pot because it was something for him to do that was both with his friends, and “Against the system”, though he wasn’t really even concerned with anarchy. He just liked to relax and feel the warm smoke fill his lungs.

Johnny was a typical high school boy, but he felt he had to hide something from all of his friends, and peers. He was afraid that this secret would have him ostracized from them. So he kept it between him and the woman he shared it with.

Every Friday, when Johnny had English class at the end of the day, his friends would normally ask him,
“Hey man, what are you doing today, you never tell us, and you never come out with us. It’s Friday dude, party day, let’s go smoke a bowl and play some cards. My mom’s buying pizza tonight.” They would say.
“I know dude, it sucks, but I really can’t, you know I would let you know ahead of time if I was going to be able to, but that’s not today. I’m sorry man, if I can, I will hit you up later in the evening, maybe we can hit the pool or something.” Johnny would reluctantly reply.
“Whatever man, this sh*t’s DANK as F*ck. You’re missin out, you paid for some of it, your loss. Don’t forget to call me when you can hang.” His friend would tease.
But Johnny knew that he Could hang out with them, he had something far more important though.

Johnny was doing so well in English, halfway through the year, Miss McKenzie asked him to stay after class late to talk to him about his performance.
“Johnny! I am so glad you decided to stay, I wanted to let you know how well you did on your report. Your poem was amazing, I brought it home to my daughter, and even she thought it was incredible. You really have got something.” She told him, her smile showing her perfect white teeth.
“Thank you Miss McKenzie, I like to write, and when I get into a good flow, it comes out rather easy, but I do not think it is something I am too interested in. I really do appreciate your praise though. Is there something else you wanted to talk to me about?” Johnny asked.
“Actually, Johnny, I do have a request. Bear with me now, I want you to read your poem to me from the front of the classroom while I sit in the students seats.” Her gaze seemed to gloss over slightly, and she rubbed her naked arm slowly with her opposite hand.
“Uhm, that’s kinda really weird Miss K, but I guess so. I will need my paper though, I do not remember it all.” Johnny said. He was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

Miss McKenzie picked up his paper from the top of her desk, and handed it to Johnny. As he took it from her hand, she reached with her opposite hand to lightly cup and pet his hand as he drew the paper away. It was then that Johnny knew this could be trouble.

He walked to the front of the room, and looked out at the empty room. Miss McKenzie sat in the front middle desk. She was wearing a red short dress that left her arms and legs naked, and sat with her legs crossed, and her hands folded on top of the desk.

Johnny looked at her, and took in her fullness. Her blond hair, like the tip the flame of her body clothed in red. He was almost scared at the way she stared into his eyes. She looked primal, a tigress about to pounce on her prey.

He took a breath and looked down to the paper. In the top right corner, written over his name, was a pair of lips, as though Miss K had put on a fresh coat of red lipstick, and kissed the paper, and around the lips was a heart, drawn in red pen. Johnny’s heart began to beat a little faster.

“Shall I compare thee,
To the Summer,
What joy I feel,
Sitting here beneath your tree,
Were words to express how I look at you,
I would let them flow as a sparkling stream.
Shall I compare thee,
To the Winter,
Locked inside,
Your fire warming me,
Would colors express your beauty,
I would paint you for all to see.”
Johnny, took another breath and looked up to Miss McKenzie. He did not know how to take in what he was seeing. His paper floated from his hand to the floor, and he stood paralyzed.

OKAY FOLKS, if I get a good response here, I will write some more!

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/6om9oh/fm_english_class

3 comments on “[Fm] English Class

  1. I don’t know why that slider bar is there in those two sections, but if you make it through, awesome!

  2. I’ve been a young man before, and that captures the anxiety you feel but also the desire that drives you.

    You’re unsure, but you have a raging boner, so…

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